Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[She watched his gaze drop, and her breathing was still a thing that fluttered shallow. But it was better with him there, and wasn't that ridiculous? Oh, she hurt, and she was pushing herself too hard, but the alternative was no alternative. It hadn't been an alternative while he was gone, and it wasn't one now. Then, it had been the impotence of exclusion, and now it was just the all-encompassing need for this to end, though she couldn't see an end in sight, no matter how she looked.] Worry about it later. [She said of the source of her discomfort. Later, and she was trying to will herself to believe there would be one. She shouldn't be out there, and they both knew it, but she appreciated the fact that he understood, that he didn't try to send her home. If she became a liability, she'd go, but she wasn't one yet.
She canted her hips closer, and the encouraging hand on her thigh made her curl herself against him, thigh higher now, against his hip and her knee pressing with more surety against the wall at his back. She'd let go of his cape entirely now, somewhere in that softer kiss that didn't feel as much like teeth and anger, and her arm was around his shoulder. Cling, and she would've thought that the worst weakness once. But not now, and she didn't know when that had changed. It felt like strength, and maybe that was just illusion and how solid he felt under the suit. Maybe it wasn't anything physical at all, and maybe that was just her perception of it, but she'd never been an introspective kitty cat.
He wasn't a talker, and she couldn't help but smile when he breathed and met her gaze; she expected silence. But her smile widened, fonder.] You're getting better at this using words thing. [She sounded cat-fond, husky, and she believed him.] I'm not sorry I hit you. [But she didn't do it again. Instead, she hugged him. An honest, true hug, and she just leaned into it for a second.] I hate that suit right now. [The words were muffled, and she didn't even care.] But it's good to see you back in it. [A beat.] You'll win. This will end. You'll come home to me. [Questions, even without the requisite uptick at the end of each statement.]