IMPORTANT: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS JUST SMUT! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SMUT, GO TO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE, AND YOU WILL HAVE MISSED LIKE ZERO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. LOL - C
The two clamored into Bruce's car.
They sat in silence, both looking ahead, until finally as if they'd both had enough of the waiting game, they leaned across the center console and engulfed each other in another kiss.
Bruce had never been so glad Alfred had insisted on tinting the car windows.
They pulled apart.
"Am I taking you home?" Bruce asked, turning to the woman in his passenger seat.
Anya shook her head.
***
Bruce couldn't help the shake of his hand as he tried unlocking the door of Wayne Manor.
He thanked whatever convinced Alfred to take the day off in favor of visiting the Gotham Natural History Museum, a spontaneous, but most welcomed, outing.
They'd have the manor to themselves.
The door opened, and Bruce ushered Anya forward, following behind her.
Bruce closed the door, turned, and was immediately engulfed in a kiss. Anya pressed the man up against the door, her hands gripping the front of his suit jacket, attempting to pull it off of the man.
Bruce shrugged the offending clothing down his shoulders, tossing it to the side.
Anya's hands pressed against his chest.
She began fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, but he interrupted the action.
He lifted her off the ground, and Anya wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms snaked around his neck.
Bruce carried her to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
He threw her down on the bed, climbing on top of her, his knees on either side of her waist.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking marks into the tan skin.
Bruce's fingers began working at the buttons of her blouse, but he was not a man of patience - not now, at least. He grabbed the two parts of the shirt where the buttons met the buttonholes and pulled, ripping the buttons from their place.
"That was my best dress shirt," Anya complained.
"I'll buy you five more just like it." Bruce growled, "Ten more if I get to rip them off you again."
Anya lifted herself up, allowing Bruce to fully remove the shirt from her body. Bruce tossed it over his shoulder and returned to placing kisses on her mouth, her neck, her collarbone...
His mouth traveled to her shoulder. He bit down then sucked.
Anya let out a soft mewl, and it was enough to motivated him further.
Bruce trailed kisses along her shoulder, onto her collar bone, and down to the top of her breasts.
His fingers played with her bra strap. He looked up at her, questioning, and she nodded.
She lifted her torso partly off the bed, allowing Bruce to reach behind her to unhook her bra.
The moment the bra was off, it joined the shirt on the floor.
He trailed kisses down her breasts then down her stomach.
"Wait," She panted.
Bruce shifted himself so his face was back above hers.
"Take off your shirt," She demanded.
Bruce smirked. "Yes, ma'am."
He climbed off of her, unbuttoning the shirt with an impressive speed.
If Anya had looked close enough, she would have seen the faint yellowing of bruises that still remained on his torso, very light, but still coloring the man's pale complexion, but as it was, she was incredibly distracted by the rest of him.
"Enjoying the view?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips.
Within a matter of moments, his lips were on hers again.
He returned to his previous task, trailing kisses down her body, stopping at her hips.
He looked up at her, questioning.
She nodded.
He grabbed a hold of the zipper on the side of the skirt and tossed the clothing aside.
He looked back up. "Can I?"
She nodded, and he pulled the last bit of clothing down her legs and off, leaving her bare for his eyes, hands, and mouth to feast upon.
His face disappeared between her legs, and Anya couldn't hold back her moans.
She should be embarrassed, and perhaps she would be when this was over with, but in the moment, she could not have cared any less.
Bruce loved how vocal she was. She deserved so much pleasure, and he was glad to be the one providing her with it.
When her moans became more frequent and her legs began to shake, he pulled away.
He watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath. She looked down at him. Her eyes were wide, her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, and he couldn't help but be proud of what he could do to her simply with his mouth.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked, breathless.
He stood, unbuckling his belt and forcing his pants down.
He positioned himself back on top of her.
He reached his hands down between her thighs and entered her with his middle and forefinger.
She let out a curse then a plea. "Please."
And that's all Bruce needed.
He pushed his boxers down, positioning himself, then pushed in.
It was euphoric.
He was sure nothing had ever felt so right in his life.
Their moans filled the room as their bodies moved, countering every move with another.
Anya came first, and Bruce followed not too far behind.
When he finished, he fell off her onto the bed next to her.
The only sound in the room their labored breaths, as they stared up at the beams of the ceiling.
"That was-"
"I know."
"You were-"
"You too."
"I-"
"Me too."
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Author's Note: Hey, guys. So I've never ever written smut so don't judge this too harshly. I've officially finished all of my college work, so I'm planning on finishing up this entire fanfiction before my summer classes start in June, so uploads should be more frequent now. I'll see if I can have the next chapter up today or tomorrow. - C
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