because I'll be watching TDK soon!!!
Title: Giving In
Pairing: Batman/Catwoman (more like Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Batman and Catwoman belong to DC Comics and each other. Inspired by The Thomas Crown Affair, with a line taken from the movie. I don’t know who owns the rights, but it’s not me.
Notes: Since I will be watching The Dark Knight in a few hours, I thought I’d write Bruce and Selina’s first meeting in the movieverse.
He was always wearing armor of some kind. It was usually involved Kevlar and a cowl, but other times it was the latest Armani. Whatever the case was, no one saw him without clothing. Even the girls he left the party with never saw him completely nude. He pretended to pass out before anything could go beyond kissing. Some of this she knew, some she couldn't possibly, but didn’t much care.
She watched him patiently, which didn’t happen often. Or never, in fact. She prided herself on not wasting her time on just anyone, but he was different. She wanted to unwrap him like a present on Christmas morning. Tear a bit at a time. Savoring the anticipation. Imagining the possibilities. And she would do it, too. A cat could wait for the right moment to pounce and strike.
*****
Bruce had felt the lustful gaze of many women before. Though often, they were after something other than him. They wanted his money. Or his name. A woman wanting him, though, with no strings attached had not happened. He always refused to stick around long enough to find out, but now, he was ashamed to admit, he was curious.
So he danced with her. But it was obvious she wanted more. The way she moved, her body undulating to the music and against him. He was surprised to find himself respond in kind.
She smiled, white teeth gleamed with satisfaction and she whispered, “Do you want to dance, or do you want to dance?”
*****
The first time she undressed him, it was dark. Very dark. He wasn’t nearly as mindful of his body with no light to reveal all his secrets. But he worried she might stumble onto recent injuries and he held her hands. He used his body against her, trapped her, didn’t let her move like she wanted.
She didn’t like it. She bit him. Scratched him, but he wouldn’t give way.
He got off the bed and without looking at her, said, “I can’t do this.”
He searched for his clothes. She stopped him.
“Do you want me?”
He closed his eyes. He tried to pretend she wasn’t there. He wanted to wish her away.
“Do you want me?” she asked again. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He shuddered when he felt the heat of her body, her breasts against his back. God, he did want her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone else before or since, but he had to protect himself in order to protect Gotham because...because Gotham was the only thing that mattered.
“No.” He said and picked up his pants.
“You’re lying.” She replied and stretched up to kiss his shoulder, “I don’t care who you are or what you do. That’s not why I’m here. I want you. Now. And I know you want the same thing, too.”
She stepped around to stand in front of him, the tips of her fingers always touching him as a reminder of how much he needed this. She sought and found his lips. It didn’t take long for him to kiss her back.
*****
When he woke up two hours later, he was surprised to find her gone. The bat-signal lit up the sky and he had a gut feeling Catwoman had stolen again. He cursed his weakness and he cursed Selina, the name she’d given him. Probably a fake. It didn't matter. He dressed quickly and went out to meet Commissioner Gordon.