bane/talia; nc-17; 'swim 'til you're half asleep'
title: swim ‘til you’re half asleep
fandom: the dark knight rises
pairing: bane x talia
rating: NC17
summary: But she kept her hand on his thigh, even still. She had waited for this and there would be no turning back on it.
a first time fic for the TDKR Kink Meme.
Her hand was on his thigh.
She was anxious. She had expected it, though it didn’t make much sense to her: she had killed a dozen men in hand to hand combat and been raised in the most notorious prison in the known world. But still, she was anxious. She could feel it bubbling in her stomach, burning and twisting like it was a living creature.
Talia took a deep breath and looked at him. They were sitting next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, in a safe house in Stockholm. They were watching TV in Swedish, waiting for news on their imminent departure. They had killed ten men that day under orders from her father.
Her father.
Talia swallowed, the snake in her stomach sinking its fangs deep into her. But she kept her hand on his thigh, even still. She had waited for this and there would be no turning back on it.
Bane met her eyes. “What is it?” He thought she just wanted his attention, for something small, something unimportant like usual. She swallowed again, not sure what to say. “Talia?”
She stood up in front of him and, putting her arms around his neck, kissed him on the exposed part of his cheek, just under his eye. His eyelashes tickled her face as she did it. Then she took a step back and pulled off her shirt.
He stared at her. “What are you doing?”
She looked straight at him. “You want me. I know that you do. And I want you too.”
“So you’re just taking your shirt off in front of me? You couldn’t have just said something?”
Talia blushed. “I put my hand on your thigh.” There was an awkward silence. “I just-I’ve wanted to be with you my whole life. And I’m eighteen now. And we…I…I thought…” She stopped and looked down at the floor. “If I was going to do it with anybody, it would be you. I just..I thought you wanted me too.”
He stood up and put a hand on her hip. She breathed in sharply feeling the weight and the heat of it there, so close to her bare skin. She looked up at him, her anxiety squeezing into a fist in her stomach.
“Pequeña,” he began, “I do want you and I do love you. And I would die before I let any one else put their hands on you. But you don’t want me. I’m old. I’m broken. I’m nothing.”
He hung his head and Talia felt a great rage rise up in her. How dare he think something like that? How dare he not listen to the things she was saying to him right at this very moment? But the look in his eyes broke her heart.
She cupped his chin in both hands and drew his gaze to hers. “But I’m telling you: I want you. I’ve seen you before and after this,” she touched his mask. “And I want you. And no one else.”
Suddenly his arms were around her and he sat back down on the couch, with her straddling him. He trailed his hands over her breasts, down over her abdomen to her hips. The only hands she’d ever felt in these places had been her own and she loved the way his felt on her.
Talia wanted desperately to kiss him. She had kissed a boy before, only once, when she was thirteen. He was seventeen and worked in the kitchen at the compound. It had been wet and sloppy and left her feeling empty. They had never spoken again.
She was convinced that kissing Bane would be different, that it would be better.
She could feel him getting hard between them. Tentatively, she started to grind against him, her arms around his neck. He started to breath harder, his grip around her waist tightening as he moved back against her. She pressed down a little harder, the sensation driving her movements. Lost in the pleasure, she pressed her lips against the metal face plate of his mask. It tasted sterile and numbed her lips a little.
She felt his hands slide down over her hips to cup her ass. He was getting harder and harder. Talia pressed her mouth to his neck while she fumbled with the clasp of her bra with one hand. With her free hand, she reached under the shirt he was wearing.
She got her bra to come undone and quickly took it off, flinging it to the side. His hands were immediately on her bare breasts, his fingers lightly sliding over her nipples, causing her to gasp.
All at once, he stood up. At first she thought he wanted to stop, that he was having more second thoughts, but then he put his fingers in the waistband of her pants and pulled them down, her underwear with them. He sat back down for a moment and just looked at her. She could feel heat coursing through her; she felt incredibly raw and small with the weight of his gaze on her naked body.
He reached out for her then and pulled her to him. She straddled him again and started to grind against his hard cock, but he stopped her by putting his fingers in between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy and stroking her clit.
Talia moaned. He pressed it gently, letting her set the pace as she rubbed against his fingers. His fingers pressed a little harder and slid down, until the tips were inside of her.
It hurt at first. But she let the pain wash over her with the pleasure and found her self pressing harder, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of her. She felt herself stretch around them and it was the strangest thing she’d ever felt. She let him push in even deeper. He pressed his palm against her hot cunt and Talia almost came then, her nerve endings singing.
Her pussy was so wet now, she wanted to beg him to fuck her. But then he slid his hand across her clit and curled his fingers inside of her and she let out a loud moan, coming all over his hand.
Before she knew what was happening he was undoing his pants and she could feel the hot flesh of his cock against the wet skin of her thighs. Talia noticed that he still had most of his clothes on and started to strip off his shirt, wanting more access to him, to his skin, which she had only been able to look at and never touch.
He helped her to pull it over his head and threw it to the side. She ran her hands over his chest, his shoulders, observing every scar and bending to kiss it. Raking her teeth over his one of his nipples, she felt his cock pressing against her, pressing into her and she let herself sink down onto it, despite the pain. She could tell it would be worse if he hadn’t taken the time to get her ready and she spread her legs wider, taking in as much of him as she can stand.
Bane pulled her tightly against him and began to rock his hips back and forth. She kept the pace with him, wanting to see him come, to feel it inside her when he did. His hands were all over her and she surrendered to them completely.
He gripped her hips tightly and she watched his face, looking for signs of his impending climax. She started to move faster, to spread herself open for him. Losing all the worry that had held her back before, she put her hands on his shoulders and used them to push herself down harder. The sting of it reverberated through her center but she kept going.
She hadn’t known she could take so much joy in another’s pleasure before this.
He held her thighs and moaned against the mask, making her wish for a kiss, just one, just a single one and she fell on his neck and chest, kissing him everywhere she could reach. She felt his grip on her tighten and tighten until, with one last cry, he came and she could tell that there would be dark bruises on her thighs that she would rub and touch when no one was looking to keep the memory of this with her.
Talia stood up, the feeling of him sliding out of her making her shiver. She looked down at her legs and was happy to see that she hadn’t bled or if she had, it hadn’t been much. She looked at Bane. She felt shy of him for the first time since she had come into adolescence.
He only smiled at her. She had worn him out. It pleased her to know and she smiled, a little smug. She wiped herself off with a tissue and fell back into his lap, curling into him as she had when she was a little girl. He put his arms around her and sighed. She pressed a kiss onto his neck. It was quiet then, except for the blaring of the television set and they were content.
But in the pit of her stomach, Talia could feel that fear coiling in her stomach again, poisoning the sweetness of the moment with worry. Her father couldn’t know. She clutched at Bane a little tighter, as if Ra’s Al Ghul would appear out of thin air and rip her away from him. She closed her eyes and tried to forget him.