taking back control

Diana's voice, darkening rapidly like winter's duck, is rife with an unspoken frequency of desire that only the two of them tune into. A delightful thrum of electricity courses through Bruce's veins in acknowledgement, the friction between their hips ever-so-taunting, so delicious. "Hm." He hums, pretending to think about it. His fingers crawl teasingly along the hem of her shirt, leave trails of fire up her abdomen, even moreso when he daringly palms her underneath her shirt. "Is that a request?" The dark-haired man questions innocently. "Maybe I won't," he lilts, barely an inch away from her lips, his eyes flickering luridly between her heavy gaze and her lips that are right there. The tension, the desire between them was nearly addictive. How could he resist drawing it out?

#batsign #dp: thread #suggestive //

Fingertips tickle teasingly under her shirt. Goosebumps pebble to the surface of her skin. Electricity flowing through her nerves in gentle hums. A touch she's missed for far too long. Heat pooling between her thighs, patiently stirring and growing as Bruce reacquainted her body with his touch.

"That is one of the things princess do." Brown eyes stuck on his lips. His breath intoxicating even after a full day. She tilts her head. Neck leaning forward to chase after his lips. "Would you prefer I command you, my Knight?"

“I know a challenge when I hear one, Amazon,” the Dark Knight laughs quietly. He continues perusing with his lips at his convenience, calloused hands running along the smooth skin just under the hem of her shirt. His teeth graze the junction of her neck and shoulder like searching for the juice of a pomegranate, sinking into the soft flesh tantalizingly to soothe with his tongue.

“Pictures are worth a thousand words, but actions are worth even more.” Bruce points out. A hand slides from Diana waist to the curve of her thigh, squeezing and pulling her against him purposefully, languidly, like he intended to crack her open and feast upon her, appreciate the taste and texture of their conjoined senses.

Inch by inch, Diana's muscles begin to relax. Her body easily resting against Bruce's. She can feel the subtle cracking of joints with each easing of her muscles. Her pleasure and appreciation made known in quiet hums trapped in her throat, vibrating against Bruce's increasingly demanding kisses.

Forced impossibly tighter against him, adjusting her legs around his waist, "Bruce," she exhales. "Just take my clothes off." Her tone is stuck between commanding and suggesting him to do so. Her body trapped so preciously tight against him to feel every bit of heat and want radiating from his body.

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MELISA ASLI PAMUK ERKEGE GÜVEN OLMAZ, EPISODE 2

#.DIANA PRINCE

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"Don't get me wrong, I enjoy ABUSING Bruce's credit cards as much as the next girl. Remind me to tell you the story of the time Beck and I booked a whole ass trip to Ibiza and he didn't notice for three WEEKS." MJ winked, a giggle at the fond memory bubbling out of her chest. It was odd, sitting here now, to realize that Diana hadn't been around when that had happened - it felt like she'd ALWAYS been there, like she was the last piece that their little group had been needing. A soulmate for Bruce, a stable shoulder for Beck, and a SISTER for MJ.

"But no, I think this calls for something distinctly WAYNE-FREE." she grinned, raising a single eyebrow. "Gotta give him some time to miss you, right?"

#redheadreporter #dp: thread

"An entire trip?" She shouldn't be surprised. Diana wouldn't be surprised if Bruce hardly looked at his finances except perhaps in major investment situations. "You'll have to tell me eventually." Of course, Diana wasn't sure exactly what all details she wanted to know about the Susans before she was incidentally pulled into the group with a single kiss.

"Okay, if it's distinctly Wayne-free then that means no credit cards. So what do you have in mind? I am perfectly content with baking for an army. Hera knows, the three of you will need it next time Beck comes in with his bag of goodies."

Arms easily slide around the curve of Diana’s waist to pull her in properly, the strength in his hands alone enough to keep her in place. They fit together like two missing puzzle pieces on the blue of the mat. It was hard to believe who they turned into in the dark of the night—a caped crusader and a warrior of truth.

“There are many things I love about you, indeed,” Bruce murmurs. His lips ghost over the angle of her jaw, the pulse point of her neck, hand possessively at the small of her back. “Too many to list off, of course.”

Her head tilts to one side. Hair casually pulled over her shoulder and out of Bruce's path. "But you could try," she hums in amusement. "Give me an idea as to how much you missed me while you were away." She could drift away in peace with only the feeling of his lips on her skin and her name on his tongue. Truly very selfish of her to want one person completely to herself so much of the time.

Bruce leaned against his hand and braced himself to sit up slightly, raising the other to cup the side of Diana’s face. Warmth radiated between them, and he briefly thinks of how much he had missed her, how much her presence was radiant. He met her lips earnestly, like it was oxygen and he were a man in space, deprived.

Just to be in Diana’s arms was reprieve enough for the last few weeks of being away. Just this moment alone, this intimacy between them away from prying eyes and the chaos of Gotham. Bruce chuckled into the kiss, briefly pulling away simply to breathe in her scent. It made his head spin.

“And what if you were right?” He asks, laughing. “As if you’re ever wrong about matters of the heart.”

Her body eases easily into his arms. Legs outstretched behind him. The two tangled up together in a neat pretzel. "That's why I'm a law student now," she teases. Diana steals away another kiss from his lips. Arms resting gently on his shoulders. She was always right, and she was confident in it. Bruce for the most part was an easy book to read. The motivations behind his actions still left to be translated, but she felt safe in assuming what his next possible steps would be. The man behind the mask was someone else entirely, someone new for her to get to know. "That's just one of the many things you love about me."

Aphrodite and Eros themselves would be proud of the influence that they had over Bruce through Diana's presence alone. Normally such a quiet, stoic and reserved man, he laid relaxed under her weight, unbothered by how she pinned him against the mat. No, he was the opposite of bothered, even lounging in the attention like a cat.

"I don't think I have the authority to deny you, princess," Bruce plays along coyly.

She shifts her position above Bruce onto his lap. Fingers move casually through his hair and pushes it out of his face. "I don't think you would even if I weren't a princess," she grins. This she knew well. The great shift in his eyes she noticed when his eyes locked onto hers in a room. It's not something she could ever deny. He may be wrapped around her finger, but she was wrapped around his just as much. Both of them tangled together in a web of red string.

Diana bends down, curling around him. She brings her lips down to his in a kiss.

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THE HIVE A DISCORD RP GROUP

An attractive, wealthy apartment building has just finished a fresh remodel. Updated and modern with detailing that show the vintage age of the building's bones, it attracts tenants from all over with its eclectic feel. While attracting people from all walks of life, there seems to be some connecting piece between all of the tenants. Like attracts like as some are ought to say. Just what kind of like is it? What could an entire building's worth of tenants possibly have in common outside of the tax bracket to afford such a place. How can a building convince individuals to move from all over the world to congregate them into a singular location?

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Bruce grins in return, openly taking in Diana's beauty while she lingers over the top of him. He can't help but reach up and loosely thread his fingers through the curtain of brown hair, allowing his fingers to graze the warmth of her cheek and the slope of her neck. "You know that I'm not used to having to ask for things, billionaire playboy and all," Bruce jests in return. "What was I supposed to say? Will you sit on me please?"

Her body eases easily into Bruce's touch. Guard quickly falling with his touch over her skin. She could curse Aphrodite and the Moirai for putting herself in Bruce Wayne's path. A strange but equal match for her own stubbornness, curiosity, and desires.

Diana's lips tug into a slow, easy smirk. "And I am a princess as you so kindly noted," she says, "Perhaps I should just take my station that is above yours and have my way with you?"

The breath gets knocked out of Bruce the minute his back hits the mat, the entire world seemingly turning upside down while Diana flips him. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips--the other woman is standing over him by the time his eyes have oriented themselves. "I think I've see that one in the movies," he manages to joke, mind already analyzing the move that Diana showed him in ten different ways. Without thinking, he grabs her hand--and promptly yanks her downwards, a heel knocking the back of her knee to force her into a sitting position on top of him. "I think I have a pretty good idea of how it works," he smirks, dark gaze staring up at her from his position on the mat.

Eyes grow wide. Her own body shifts beneath her without her permission. She lands on top of Bruce's abdomen and begins to laugh. "I don't doubt you have." Women have to do what they can to compensate for the size difference men have against them.

Diana leans over top of him. Hands firm and flat on either side of his head. Brown hair cascading down in their wild, messy curls past her shoulders. She tilts her head looking down at him. "If you wanted me to sit on you, you could have just asked," she teases.

Bruce stopped to stand in front of Diana with his arms crossed, surveilling the way she was laid on the mat. “Yes, I figured as much.” He crouched for a moment with his hands clasped between his legs to get closer to her level. “You would be surprised how many of them try to use seduction.”

He rises with her, prepared to go for another bout, and nods his head in understanding. Bruce repeats the motion: using her weight against her to manipulate her movement to fall against the mat. He fully expected some counter to this.

A tight grasp is put on Bruce's forearm. She uses both of her hands for leverage. Body squatting beneath him, she begins to jump under his weight multiple times. She continues until his body is moving freely with her movements. Diana uses that motion to shrink her body even more until he's flying over top of her and onto the other side. His back flat against the mat. She stands over him. A leg on each side of him in daring cockiness.

She holds a hand out to him. "A smaller woman would try to climb onto your shoulders to do a very similar thing," she says. "I can't quite demo that for you," she admits with a soft laugh.

#dp: musings #damn if that aint the truth

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The sluttiest thing a man can do is have a hairy chest

The detective could have cursed at that moment in response to his blunder, but he silently took note of it instead, the emotions funnelling into the worry line between his eyes. Diana was warm against his back—a nameless voice at his ear, one that sent a shiver up his spine against his will.

“I’m watching, Princess,” he breathed, trying to ignore the very obviously laid out distraction. His entire upper half relaxed, allowing him to slip out of her grasp and pull her onto his back to flip the warrior over and slam against the mats. His muscles burned from days of not using them and Bruce couldn’t help but grin to himself.

“Getting a little distracted?” He questioned, circling the other woman like a predator with prey.

Diana chuckles looking up at him. A hand resting softly atop her abdomen. "Not distracted. Just impressed," she smiles. "You're a quick study." He'd need it too. There was no stopping either of them when there are people out there who need their help, but they aren't any good to each other if they're busy worrying that the other is in danger.

"But I should probably teach you a thing or two that women do in the field besides seduce," she grins, "A smart, trained woman will use her size against you." Much like she could, but she stood only a head shorter than Bruce. This would not typically be the case. Which reminds her, she would need to see about training MJ.

She jumps to her feet and ushers for Bruce to come closer. "I want you to do what you just did to me but focus and pay attention to my movements."

It was fascinating to see the transformation of the Diana he knew to the intimidating warrior he faced on the sparring mat. From where he stood he could see the strategy running through her veins, hidden Grecian energy thrumming in her limbs and eyes. It brought a pleasure to Bruce, to know that he saw her like this—incited this, even.

He catches her fist and uses the momentum to pull her weight past him. Bruce’s leg sweeps out automatically to undermine her stance, kicking out her feet from underneath her. He kept his own form tight and controlled, concentrated, determined to spar with her as long as he could without hitting the mat. Following his kick he immediately went to knock her down on her back.

She had anticipated the move. Her body flying past his. Diana tucks her body in close, body rolling against the mat and behind him. Her position behind him remains small and tucked in against herself. He's learned. it brings a smile to her face. They both gain an energy release from a practice, but there is far more for Bruce to learn form her than her to learn from him. He knew more about street fighting than she had ever experienced, and that's the type of scrappy fighting style that exists in spades in Gotham.

Diana bounces herself upright with a kick against his back to send him stumbling. She takes an arm and pulls him in tight against her. An arm across his shoulders. Mouth takes in the outer shell of his ear, the edge of her lips running past the soft skin. "Watch your back," she whispers.

“Isn’t that what you’re about to do?” The dark knight challenges rather quickly, more than prepared with the quip. The vibration of a laugh runs through Diana’s lips on the pallor of his skin, and he gives her hands a quick squeeze before releasing and moving onto the mat bare-footed.

“I’m ready, but don’t know about that last part.” The familiar shadow of Batman falls over his gaze, a careful mask of observance on the other woman. Diana was a warrior, and Bruce was a man, this much was true—but he worked constantly to keep up with her, to match her pace in any way that he could. His tall form stood solemnly; he didn’t move save for a single come hither motion towards the Amazonian.

"Hard to do so alone," she corrects. If she were desperate enough it could have been arranged, and Bruce would come home to a gym in smithereens. The reading truly is that dull, and Diana has read literature from many walks of life but the assigning of the reading makes it by far the worst.

It's all forgotten when she reaches the mat. Thankful to be clad in sweatpants already to make movements easy. Diana's grin grows wide at Bruce's eagerness. "It'll be beat," she promises. Her body starts a careful bounce from side to side. Arms close to her chest.

Diana is the first one to throw a punch at his chest.