#datm au.

Brown limbs did not yet unfurl, nor scarred arms which cradled her to his chest, but she did release a gentle sound, fingertips sinking into greying hair. If it were up to her, they would never have to leave the confines of one another’s embrace, this constant heat and the carnality which signified their love. Who would they be when they could not be here, alone, nothing more than who they were always meant to be? In languid movement soaked by climax she sat up, and gave a hot kiss to his lower lip.   “ Take me home, Bruce. “   She had accustomed herself to the knowledge quickly; he would have no other home than Gotham, and she would have none other than where ever he was too.   “ I think... I’m ready. “

At present,   he’s peering up at Talia from the v of her thighs,   studying intently how the sun seeping into the bedroom makes her eyes give off an ethereal warmth and her skin and hair glow golden.  She’s bare-faced,   soft in the rosy light of quickly impending dusk,   and he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything or anyone more in his life.  The comforter,   crisp and soft Egyptian cotton,   has been uprooted from its usual spot,   thrown haphazardly over him,   and he feels the soft flesh of her thighs in his hands.   Perfect,   smooth and spotless   –   the stretch marks and cellulite he has basked in adoration and affection with fingers and lips so many times before are now gone,   but the same supple softness is not.   He adores her no less. 

“I intend to.”   Bruce flashes a grin,  crooked and boyish,   peppering kisses up her inner thigh.   Fingers twist in the waistband of her panties,   thumb stroking the sharp jut of her hip bone.   His gaze meets her,   brilliant blue in the light from the big bay window beside the bed.  Tone a little more hoarse,   rough like sandpaper,   basking in the feel of her fingers in his hair and the smell of her.   No Ra’s.   No Gotham.   Just them.

 Quiet,   he almost whispers now.    “I adore you more than any book,   Beloved.”