Re: Dance floor: Harl/Dami sexy warning
He came seconds after her, pounding into her as his body was rocked with sharp satisfaction. The heat stuck to his skin as he gasped for air and gave a sound that was thick and guttural. The anger he carried on his shoulders was scraped away and the tension he felt the moment he walked through this door burst into nothing. He needed this. He was fortunate to find someone who needed it, too.
Damian pinned her hips to the wall as he finally filled his lungs up for air and then looked up to her. In the clarity of post-sex, he could see she was beautiful in the way blood splatters and sewer smoke could be. The little bat smiled with a glint of al Ghul in the sharp edges and kissed her once before letting go.
"You know where to find me." He said, fixing his pants and looking for a bathroom. He'd even settle for a hose to stick his head under. Damian still owed Stephanie a dance and the little bird knew she'd be able to smell the rogue sex on him. Oh well.
Damian turned to look at her, smirked and then wandered off into the shadows.