Selina wasn't usually the type to lay back and accept a man kissing her, caressing her and generally paying her so much attention - She'd always been the catalyst and the cause of all of her past sexual encounters. Her body was a weapon, a tool - a distraction, so laying back and just feeling him touch her was proving to be difficult. She writhed on the bedding, her toes and fingers simultaneously wrapping up in the sheets as his hands traced her thighs, suddenly aware of the scars that lay there, the signs of a past that she always kept so well hidden. Her eyes closed, half overwhelmed by the feel of his hands, half acutely aware of her body. Being so exposed, so open - it was a sudden change for Selina. But it felt right, she'd longed for it for so long she didn't want to hide from him any more.
They'd both been hiding for far too long.
As his fingers traced the line of her underwear, slipping underneath so deftly to play and slide inside of her, Selina gasped, her brow furrowing slightly at the sensation.
"Bruce..."
His name slipped from her mouth suddenly, urgent and wanting, her back arching, her hips rising up; tilting and moving seemingly of their own free will. Part of her; a hidden and raw part - the broken part, felt betrayed and angry at his invasion and Selina's hand snapped from the bed sheets to clamp around his wrist. She didn't pull, she just waited, her fingers curing around him, feeling his pulse. She didn't want Bruce to stop, she just wanted to feel a sense of control, something to steady herself and bring him back into focus. As her breathing slowed, her other hand crept from the sheets, her hips wriggling from side to side as she tugged at her white panties pulling them down and away from her skin.
"How is this supposed to get better?" she questioned him more clearly, her chest rising and falling steadily as she looked up at him.