Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[Bruce was very much a solid, real presence, more so in black than he ever was in the light of day as a man in a business suit. There was less feeling involved, though, as kevlar was meant to protect, and in instances like these it hindered more than it helped. She could feel him, but he felt her through layers and layers he wished were easily discarded. But it would take time to remove the suit, time neither of them had while war was fought below and threats loomed on every horizon. There was time for this, for anger and black against black, teeth and bite and a kiss that seemed to last forever, but little else.
Finally, when her teeth scraped against his chin, he breathed. His eyes were dark, dark behind the cowl, but they narrowed in concern when she whimpered. He didn't loosen his hold, didn't move his hands, but his gaze dropped down, down, as though looking for the source of her discomfort. She was pushing herself; they all were. He just wanted this to be over. He wanted Ra's gone.
Words still didn't come, not yet. Her fingers on his chin, the way she rocked against him, those things seemed more important. He encouraged the rock of her hips with his hand on her thigh, and the kiss was less bite, more heat and emotion he rarely allowed to reach the surface. Words, speaking, he struggled with, but he could do this. Breathe, breathe, and he dragged his gaze up to meet her half-lidded one when she spoke.] I would have come back one way or another. I wouldn't have let him keep me away.