What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Wake up call.

Cara climbed from the bed, trying hard not to wake Victor.

It was 6.30am and she just didn't have the heart to get him up with her. After he showered last night the two lay on the couch watching a boring movie before going and climbing into bed. She too needed a good rest, having him there just seemed to ease all the tension she had built up allowing her to fall into a deep dreamless sleep.

She wondered why she had slept so well, sure she felt safe and warm with him having his arms wrapped around her. That didn't mean she would have had the best night sleep she can remember though.

Cara recalled the men she had shared a bed with, cuddled with even and yet she never felt comfortable. She would always end up on the edge of the bed hoping to avoid contact once her needs had been fulfilled.

Victor, well she hadn't even slept with the man and somehow felt fulfilled.

Her body ached for a coffee as she started up the machine. Although it wasn't quiet she hoped it wouldn't disturb him.

Making her way into the bathroom she decided on a hot bath, her already carefree mind wanting more relaxation.

Cara slipped one leg into the piping hot water, taking the burning feeling as acceptance of her relaxed zone.

Her little cat jumped onto the side of the bath purring, she smiled before closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

She climbed out of the now cooled water and wrapped a towel around herself, looking at the kitchen clock seeing it was now 7.45am.

Her door squeaked apon her re enterance of the bedroom, she looked apon the peaceful Victor and tiptoed into the room, opening a draw and pulling out a pantie and bra set.

Victor heard the squeak, he heard her intake of breath as she began to slowly and carefully pad across the room. He heard the draw open and then close.

"Morning." Was all he said as he opened his eyes, seeing the girl he couldn't stop dreaming about before him in a towel and clutching underwear.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" Cara bowed her head, not noticing that he was getting out of the bed.

He stalked his way closer until he was close enough to lift her chin with his finger. She looked into his eyes for a brief moment before he hooked a finger with his free hand into her towel letting it fall to the floor in an instant.

Cara would have tried to cover up, preseve what modesty she had in the dull morning glow of Gotham. With Victor she felt more comfortable than she ever had. Even after she would get up in a morning with a partner or even a one night stand she would always cover herself.

A small smile pulled at his lips as he looked over her body, his eyes glinting with a playfulness.

Victor stared into her ocean blue eyes, watching as they swayed with emotions. He raked his eyes over her body once more before wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning down in order to place a kiss on her lips.

He was slow, gentle and passionate with his lips. Cara tried not to get ahead of herself and enjoy this moment.

Her cool skin pressing against every inch of his warm body, she kept picturing him in only his boxers as the morning glow of gold hit his pale complexion. How even with all the scars, with the lack of hair and the always dark circles around his eyes; How he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

He lifted her up so that she was straddling his hips and pushed the two against the wall, Victor could not understand why he couldn't seem to get enough of this woman.