Re: Bruce/Selina and Jim/Vanessa
"Not in the least," she smiled. "Actually, that's a relief. I don't want to be the lady trying to keep track of her tipsy date. I like the idea that you'll be... right there with me."
She reached over a little tentatively and took his nearest hand off the wheel and tucked her fingers between his. "You will never embarrass or disappoint me by sounding like just about the greatest man ever, Jim. If anything, I'm grateful you're like that. I'm a... mature woman who doesn't want to play a lot of juvenile games. I want... a man. One who knows that being a man doesn't involve being a jerk."
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Selina bit her bottom lip coyly. "Always." She stepped back and tugged at the zipper on her costume. Like all her cat-related outfits, she'd tailor this one herself. The zipper was exceptionally long and convenient and showed just how much she'd thought about quick access. It went from her cleavage down between her legs and back up to the small of her back.
She tugged at the skin-tight material and settled at the edge of his bed as she peeled it back to reveal her breasts. Below, she tugged and actually managed to blush a little when she realized the nature of how tight the material was along with the zipper pushing in made her pussy blossom out in a way that might look a little grotesque to the wrong person.
"Haven't really... tested this one yet," she said as if trying to excuse it, her smile uneasy.