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TITLE: Batman To Her Catwoman
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Teen Wolf (MTV)
SHIP: Erica / Stiles
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two
UNIVERSE: SPOILER WARNING. Erica wants something that only stiles can give her, and she goes after it before she leaves Beaconhills.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Teen Wolf fic and I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Rate review and let me know what you think. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Stiles woke with a start and peered around into the darkness of his room seeking the source of the noise that woke him, holding his breath, his heart pounding in fear at all the possibilities. There was another scratching sound and he turned to his window. His breath exploded from his lips as he recognized the blonde on the other side even with the golden glow in her large, chocolate eyes before clicked on his bedside lamp and slid out of bed to find out what she wanted.
Erica had paced back and forth in front of Stile's house. Her decision to leave with Boyd had not been easy and telling Derek had been no picnic. It surprised her a little that she felt absolutely no desire to say goodbye to her parents, yet her feet had taken her to his house. She knew he was still stuck on Lydia, he always would be, but after her last tangle with the Kanima she had been in a bad way and he had been there for her. She'd already admitted she'd had a crush on him and she had nothing left to lose, it would be a good memory to take with her as she was leaving everything else behind.
She leapt onto the garage roof and then onto the ledge outside his window, digging her claws into the window frame to hold her in place before she scratched lightly at the window. A light flared on and she watched him slide out of bed and walk over to the window in shorts and a t-shirt. He yawned and stretched before he opened the window.
"What do you want, Erica?" He asked, his voice still furry with sleep while squinting at her.
"Hey, Batman. Mind if I come inside? I'm a little conspicuous just hanging out here." She enquired, smiling as she picked up the change in his scent, nervousness and something else, the start of arousal colored his usual smell. He frowned at her, but stepped back. She slipped lithely into his room and pulled the window silently closed behind her while he looked at her expectantly. She padded around his room, touching his stuff, feeling his eyes follow her. She frowned and lifted a heavy, gold bracelet off his desk.
"A little bling, even for you, Stiles." She commented, holding the bracelet up between them, turning it to catch the light of the lone lamp that lit the room.
"I got it for..." He began.
"Lydia." She finished as she put it back on the desk.
"Me and Boyd are leaving tomorrow night, during the big game. Hopefully everyone will be distracted and we can slip away unnoticed." She informed him as she slipped her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"I... Why?" He wondered with a quizzical expression as she stepped closer to him.
"The Argent's are going to kill us all or the Kanima or Peter. Derek's lost; he just hasn't accepted it yet. It's only a matter of time, Stiles. I... I don't want to die... I got into all this to get healthy, not dead." She explained as best she could while still wondering if she should just say her goodbye and leave or go ahead with the plan she'd barely mapped out while pacing in front of his house.
"You guys shouldn't give up so easily." He told her softly when she was standing in front of him. She smiled as he rested his hand on the curve of her shoulder and squeezed gently. It was a casual gesture, but heartfelt and proof that she had come to the right person.
"Nothing about this is easy and maybe not, but I've got to leave, at least for the mean time. Things are just too dangerous in Beaconhills at the moment." She responded as she lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
"I guess... You have to do what's right for you, I just don't know how safe it will be for just the two of you out there without a pack or an alpha." He acknowledged the validity of her decision, but also stated his concerns. She missed the touch of his hand as he dropped it to his side.
"Thanks, Stiles." She told him sincerely and then worried at her lower lip and looked away from his face.
"What is it, Erica?" He enquired as the silence stretched out between them and she refused to look at him.
"Erica?" He queried quietly. She took a deep breath and looked up into his face.
"You said you would be Batman to my Catwoman. Do you remember that? Well, he was more than just her conscience. I know you're hung-up on Lydia, but I... You know how I have felt about you and... And, I want you to be more than just my conscience, just for tonight." She proposed watching the emotions of confusion and then realization wash across his open features. Her nose twitched as his scent intensified.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asked in a hushed tone with wide eyes and his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"What do you think I'm saying?" She answered his question with one of her own although she knew they understood each other as his body reacted, throwing off the musky scent of arousal, not to mention the visual cue of the growing tent in his shorts. His arousal stirred the embers of hers and the growing flame began to melt her nervousness and doubts, and make her bolder. It stirred the newfound animal confidence the bite had given her and she was suddenly sure she could get what she wanted.
"You... You want to make out." He stated so hesitantly that it sounded like a question. She smiled at him and slowly shook her head as she kicked off her shoes while her fingers made quick work of the line of buttons down the front of her blouse. His Adam's apple bobbed again and the tip of his tongue made a slow circuit of his lips as his eyes tracked the activity of her hands. She pulled the blouse free of her pants and then let it fall off her shoulders to join her jacket on the floor leaving her in a black brassier and jeans. He groaned and she smiled
"I suppose there should be making out, but that's not really where I was going." She noted with a thoughtful little frown as she unbuckled her belt and undid the snaps on her jeans before pushing them down of her hips and shimmying slightly to let them drop to the floor to reveal her matching black panties. She watched him lift his hand and drag his fingers through his short hair, but his eyes kept sliding up and down her body. She liked the appreciation that colored his confusion and shock. They were standing next to his bed and she stepped out of the denim puddle of her jeans and crawled onto it.
"Erica?" He squeaked and then cleared his throat, but didn't say anything more.
"I want to spend the rest of the night with you, Stiles. Are you up for that?" She enquired knowing that, at least physically, he was. Her own arousal had things tightening and moistening low inside her and her bra felt tight and scratchy against her skin and the stiffening peaks of her nipples.
"You don't mean you're looking for someplace to sleep, do you?" He wondered as he continued, stalling and dancing around the issue.
"Stiles, I would like us to have sex, that is the memory I want to take with me." She made her proposition clear as she realized they could keep going round and round although he knew what she wanted. And, to make sure there truly was no mistaking her intent, she also undid the clasp as the front of her bra and removed and then dropped the undergarment over the side of the bed. The air felt good on her bared breasts, as did the reaction of his jaw dropping and the tent in his shorts twitching. She patted the bed in invitation.
"I won't bite, I promise." She told him, biting her lower lip coyly and slowly traced a cross over her heart, which just so happened to draw his eyes directly to the dark, stiff peak of her left nipple. It was kind of endearing how he was working hard to drag his eyes back to her face, even better that he didn't quite manage it. But, instead of accepting her invitation he started to pace, three steps left and then three steps right and back again. She was almost starting to wish he would just be a normal teenage boy for once, almost. She was offering him sex without strings after all.
"Oh boy. Erica... I... I don't know what to say." He began.
"Say: Yes." She interrupted him before he got going and he gave her one of his patented "Really!?" looks in response before continuing his pacing.
"It shouldn't be this hard to get a guy to have sex with you, even if it is Stiles." She thought as a flutter of doubt and insecurity returned when the silence stretched out between them. The wolf in her could only do so much; she still had the same issues and insecurities as any other teenage girl.
"You... You don't want to have sex with me. You don't find me attractive." She accused him with a flare of anger to cover her growing nerves and embarrassment. He spun on his heel to stare at her incredulously.
"Don't be ridiculous. You... You're gorgeous and... And, naked on my bed. And... Jesus... Just look at me." He spluttered in negation, his cheeks flushing red as he indicated the prodigious tent in his shorts. His arousal was obvious, she could see it, smell it and even hear it in the racing of his heart. She could not understand his hesitance.
"Would it even be safe?" He asked throwing up his hands in exasperation
"You're so wearing a condom, Buddy Boy." She told him with exasperation of her own and he stared at her as if she had spoken in tongues. He shook his head and then frowned as if thinking hard.
"That's not what I meant, Erica. How can I put this... I know you said you wouldn't bite, but if you got excited or, say, disappointed, could you stop yourself from say actually biting and or clawing me to bloody, agonizing death?" He explained his intent with more graphic clarity. She nervously licked her lips as she seriously considered his concerns.
"I won't loose control. I... I want this too much. Derek says you need an anchor to stay in control. This, with you, it's my anchor. I won't turn. I won't hurt you, I promise, Stiles. I... I just want this one night with you... To have what I've dreamed of, to make all this... Everything worth it... Please?" She answered and implored honestly, sitting up and self-consciously folding her arms in front of her to cover her breasts. Her stiff nipples pressed into her skin as she waited for his reaction. He scrubbed his hand through his hair again.
"Oh boy... Erica... I... Look... I really want... Dammit... I don't know if you can give you what you want... I... I'm a... I haven't. Okay." He admitted haltingly and it all finally clicked, his hesitance and his remark about disappointment. She didn't mean to and it didn't help the situation, but she giggled. She wasn't sure if it was hysteria or ironic amusement. Like she knew what she was doing, she only knew what she wanted before she left Beaconhills.
"That makes two of us." She admitted freely as a form of atonement for her badly timed burst of mirth. She hadn't had sex with anyone, but she wasn't a virgin by the clinical definition either. She had torn her hymen during one of her more severe seizures thanks to her epilepsy. She decided not to burden him with that little detail, but the fact that she wouldn't be suffering that specific trauma now gave her more confidence in her ability to retain control. She stood up and his eyes once again slid over her as she revealed her breasts. His eyes spoke volumes about appreciation and desire and she felt the nervousness inside her ease a little.
She had hated her body before the bite, despised it for its weakness and the way it had defined her life. She had flaunted it ever since, yet her self-image had a hard time catching up with her transformation, but not when he looked at her like that. She bit her lip as she placed her hand lightly on his chest and he froze.
"Let's... Let's just see how it goes?" She proposed and slid her hand up onto his shoulder and then behind his neck. Erica lifted herself onto the tips of her toes and with gentle urging he lowered his head until her lips could find his. She didn't force the kiss, just maintained the warm, soft contact and waited. He made a small sound in the back of his throat that vibrated his lips against hers before his arm wrapped around her and his head tilted to deepen the kiss.
She opened her mouth to let her tongue tangle with his. She moaned softly as he kissed her the way she had always wanted and she kissed him back with equal heat. Their eyes fluttered close at the same time as he pulled her tight to him and she eagerly molded herself against, flattening her breast against his chest and pressing again the hot, hard bulge in the front of his shorts. They explored each other’s mouths hungrily with twisting heads, sliding, sucking lips, and swirling, twining tongues.
Erica took small steps backward and he followed, the two of them falling into a push and pull two-step that led them too and then onto his bed. They continued to kiss as they rocked, undulated and ground against each other until they were both breathing hard and broke the kiss, and reluctantly created some separation between them. Her body was alive with desire and need, her nipples were so hard that they tingled and the crotch of her panties clung damply to her swollen folds, and she didn't let him move far.
"Lift your arms." She instructed with a grin and when he complied she dragged his t-shirt up and off over his head. They were kissing again before the shirt hit his bedroom floor. His hands roamed freely, if a little tentatively and so did hers, working their way under his tee to caress his back and chest. He had a harder body than she had thought. His skin felt good against hers, heat radiating back and forth between them as their bodies matched the sinuous, sensuous slide of their lips and tongues. She moaned and he groaned before they separated again. She lifted his hand and firmly molded it around her breast.
"I know you wanted to. I want you to." She explained unnecessarily as he groaned appreciatively with a slow blink and smile as his hands flexed to massage and caress her firm globe without further urging. His palm ground the taut peak of her nipple send delicious sparks into her chest. He switched to the other and she arched into his touch biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together in a vain attempt to scratch the growing itch at her centre.
"What... What else do you want me to do?" He enquired as he fondled her breast, his tentativeness fading as he explored her firm flesh and the hard points of her nipples to good effect.
"You really want me to give you a play by play? Why don't you just do what you're thinking about right now and I'll... I'll just guide you around the curves, as it were." She proposed and smiled as he had the decency to blush even as he grinned before he leaned close to kiss her again. His hand moved off her breast as his lips left hers and there was a stretch of anticipation as his hand slid across her ribs to rest on her hip. His breath washed warmly down the column of her neck and into her chest. She sighed when his lips brushed against her skin.
She didn't know she was holding her breath until it exploded from her lungs in a gasp when the liquid heat of his mouth surrounded surround the turgid peak of her nipple and he sucked while his tongue simultaneously flicked it. The delicious jolt of sensation lashed into her chest and shivered its way down to constrict and twist her loins, which drew a heavy moan from her.
"Do that again." She commanded, the words leaving her lips breathily as she shifted from her side onto her back so that his hand moved from her hip to the flat curve of her stomach and she gave him easy access to her other breast. Her nipple tingled, wet from his saliva, making the air feel cool and then she moaned again as he lips and tongue found her other breast. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him tighter against him as her back arched in response to his sucking lips, lightly nipping teeth and swirling tongue.
Emboldened by her reactions or simply growing more confident, his hand slid lower to cup her cotton-clad crotch and his fingers flexed to rub her swollen folds and grind again her awakening clit through the already damp material. She undulated against his hand with whining moans as her sex rubbed against itself and flooded in sharp response as the sensations of his hand and mouth merged to torque the tension at her core.
He groaned her name against the skin of her breast as she managed to find the co-ordination necessary to work her hand down between them to reciprocate and stroke the length of the thick bulge in his shorts. He throbbed hotly against her fingertips as she explored and stroked his length and girth. His hips bucked and he groaned again as she wrapped her fingers around him as best she could and squeezed experimentally. His mouth worked its way around a triangular circuit from one breast to her lips to the other and then back to the first as they caressed and stroked each other, moaning and groaning in delight and enjoyment.
Erica swallowed to wet her dry throat and find her voice as she tightened her fingers a little in his hair and reluctantly stopped his lips from descending on hers. As, it was, his tongue still flicked out to run between her lips and she sucked lightly at it out of reflex.
"Get... Get a condom." She told him, needing them to move on to the next level. What they were doing was absolutely wonderful, but she knew there was more and that was what she had come to him for. His eyes held hers for a moment before his smile faded and he nodded slowly, a solemn formal acknowledgement that was very at odds with his usually irreverent nature. He was as nervous as she was, but they had both finally seemed to have found the same level of determination and desire.
She missed the weight and warmth of his body where it had been pressing against her as he moved away to open the draw on the nightstand next to his bed and rummage through it. She took a deep breath and used the separation to lift her ass off the bed and hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her underwear to shuck them down. She had to peel the damp material off her moist folds as she lifted her legs and drew her panties off before dropping them to the floor. When she turned back to him she found him staring, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.
"Damn, Erica, you are beautiful." He told her in an awed, breathy compliment, the words spaced out to emphasize their meaning and despite the intimacies they had already shared, she felt herself blush at the words she had never thought she would hear uttered about herself.
"Thank you." She responded, not knowing how else to, her eyes dropping shyly away from his. She took the square package from his unresisting fingers and then pointedly flicked her eyes downward to the only piece of clothing still worn between them. It took him a moment, but he divined her intent. He swallowed convulsively and then took a deep breath before he levered his hip off the bed and stretched the waistband of his boxers and shucked them down.
It was her chance to stare. Werewolves had to have a certain casualness about nudity, but everyone in her pack besides Derek was as new as she was and they had maintained an unspoken level of modesty. Stiles' was the first male member she had seen outside of a textbook illustration. She wasn't sure on the stats, but she didn't think that Stiles was neither small, nor average. He was long and thick, slightly curved and pointed with plumb-shaped helmeted head. It twitched as she watched, a little flutter of nerves returning as she judged his size versus hers and what she had set in motion to happen. She closed her eyes for a moment and then tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth and handed it back to him.
She watched him swallow heavily and then extract the prophylactic and discard the wrapper. She liked the fact that he seemed very reluctant to take his eyes off her, but he eventually had to, as his blind fumblings just wasn't getting the job done of unrolling the condom onto him. When it was done his eyes returned to hers and they found themselves watching each other in a tense, awkward stare-off.
"Kiss me again." She suggested and he blinked and nodded. He closed the distance between them and lowered his face to hers. She let her eyes close at the warm touch of his lips as he started kissing her, his body at an angle to hers. She reached around him and tugged lightly at his hip as their kiss deepened and she parted her legs as he moved over her and between them. Her eyes opened as she felt him slide across her pubes and then through her slick, swollen folds while he broke the kiss with a sharp inhalation.
She took the initiative and he rose up slightly higher on his fore arms as she snaked her hand down between them. His eyes left her face and followed her hand. He let out a soft groan as she grasped him while hers stayed trapped behind her teeth as they pressed into her lower lip when she guided him to her entrance. It slid out when his hips shifted and he wedged himself securely in place and she opened to accommodate him. She let go of his throbbing manhood and grasped his hip instead. They remained poised like that, sharing each other’s breath as their breathing shifted them rhythmically against each other.
Erica nodded slowly, understanding that he was waiting for her permission, and then sucked in her breath as her back curved when he steadily thrust his hips forward and entered her. Her breath caught for a moment and d then rushed out as he filled and stretched her slick, yet resistant, intimate flesh. Nothing larger or longer than two of her fingers had explored her and the sensation was a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure.
"Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow." Was his quiet, awed, repeated comment as he continued to steadily drive into her, forging a path of fiery friction that translated into sexual energy that sparked along her nerves. His breath tickled her lips and his eyes held hers earnestly as she spread her legs further to encourage and accommodate him. The energy grew as he delved deeper and then transmuted into something she had become disturbingly more familiar with as her back arched off the bed. The energy surged and started to crawl across her skin and his face above her sprang into sharp detail along with all scents and sounds. The change was very seductive, offering power and freedom along with the pain, but she wanted, as she had told him, really wanted what she had now, what they were doing and going to do more. She marshaled her will and strength to resist the wild energy and the powerful call of her wolf.
"Erica? Erica! Your eyes?" He queried, his nervous, frightened panicking tone was like a cold, sobering splash of water and the final impetus for her to gain the upper hand. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding to flatten her breasts up against his chest with a tingle of sensation, but it allowed her to take control of her change and not just suppress it, but also bury it completely. Her breath shuddered out in relief as her vision returned to normal and she smiled up at him. He smiled back, his consternation and concern fading. The sense of control was almost as amazing as the feel of him finding her centre when his hips continued their journey, driving his virile shaft and they became one.
They groaned together as he rocked and she squirmed as they adjusted to each other. He caressed her cheek and she pressed into the warm palm of his hand before turning her face and kissing it. She let her fingers caress the small of his back as he throbbed against the confines of her snug channel and she pulsed in response, flexing and flooding in anticipation of what was to come. She could feel him breathing slow and deliberate, the rise and fall of his chest a rhythmic massage against her breasts while stirring her molten centre with his manhood.
"You're okay?" He checked in a tone that was part statement and part query, and she nodded slowly, but with certainty as the last of the discomfort from his manly invasion and her struggle for control faded and all she could feel was the growing potential for pleasure.
"Are you?" She checked in return as she felt him tremble with tension.
"I'm... I'm... I'm good... I am... I just... Oh boy, this, you feel so amazing... Too good in fact... Just need... Need a minute." Stiles admitted with a rather endearing, wry and sheepish grin. She sighed happily, content for the moment with the status quo and let her hand caress the length of his spine. She felt him relax under her hands by slow degrees and then he began nuzzling at the side of her neck while his hand caressed her hip and thigh. He lifted his head and found her lips for a slow, gentle, but probing kiss that sent a shiver from her and started her hips undulating.
They moaned into each other’s mouths as he moved with her, rocking his hips so that, after a little experimentation, he produced shallow strokes with a slow pump and grind. The delicious friction translated into pulses of electric pleasure that radiated outward and fed the sweet tension growing in her loins. She nipped at his lower lip as he broke the kiss while she spread and curled her legs around his as they slowly increased their range of motion and his strokes got longer. His hand cradled the top of her head, his fingers wormed into her hair and helped brace her as they moved in counter synced union.
"God, Stiles, this... This feels so... So good." She moaned as she matched him, stroke for stroke. Her hands found the hard curves of his clenched ass and her fingers flexed as she pulled at him to encourage him. Erica moaned, groaned, gasped and sighed in reaction to his thrusting manhood and the slide of his skin against hers while he made little grunts and sounds from his throat as they found a comfortable rhythm and pace. Surges of sexual energy and the delight they carried with them made her nerves dance and her blood sing as her body moved with his, flexing and writhing to meet his thrusts with an animal instinct that had nothing to do with lycanthropy.
"I'm having sex. I'm actually having sex." He noted in an awed, reverent, astonished voice and she would have laughed except he did something with his hips as hers rose that sent a strong surge of delightful sensation racing into her and all she could do was gasp and moan.
"Yes, you are. We are. Now do that again." She agreed and then instructed as the spike of sensation subsided back to the steadier level as he thrust and she bucked.
"Do what?" He wondered quizzically.
"That thing you just did." She tried to explain and then whined as his rhythm faltered.
"What thing?" He enquired slowing and drawing another whine of dissatisfaction.
"Just keep doing what you were doing. Please... Don't stop... It feels good... Please." She pleaded as a small, cogent part of her realized that making Stiles over think things would be disastrous. She dragged a hand up to his head and guided his lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily until he took over, invading her mouth with is tongue and they once again found their rhythm as they started to move smoothly together. They rocked and rolled, pushed and pulled, pumped and ground, experimenting and exploring with soft, murmured suggestions, admonishments, promises and even endearments. Each journey of his sex into hers was a sensuous caress both inside and out carrying enjoyment and delight with it.
Friction and heat are synonymous and her blazing skin was only marginally cooled, but at least lubricated by the thin sheen of perspiration that the wonderful exertion created. They shared short, intense kisses or sucked or licked at each other’s skin, hands caressing and clutching as they moved with erotic, straining purpose. He moved faster, thrusting harder, breathing rough and his grunts taking on a strained note. The collision of his pelvis with hers sent shockwaves shuddering through her carrying pleasure up along her spine and throughout her nervous system to drive soft cries from her lips. Her climax was building exponentially, the pulsing energy and tension starting a series of quivers to run through her.
"Erica, I... I... I can't... So good... I don't... Can't hold... Much... Longer..." He groaned in strain on panted breaths from between gritted teeth. She hadn't thought about things like having an orgasm when she had decided to do this, she had just wanted to have done this and have it be with him, but she was so close. She could feel it humming and buzzing at her core, a live, roiling, pulsing swirl of energy just on the cusp of something she had only experienced pale shadows of in the dark of her bedroom under her own ministrations.
"Just... Just a little more... Just a little longer, Stiles... So... So close... Please." She whined in a voice so filled with need that she could hardly recognize it as her own. She really didn't want to put any more pressure on him; she could feel him shaking with the strain. He had already given her more than she had expected, but she couldn't help herself. She was surprised to hear a feral, rumbling growl ripple from his throat that would have put even Derek to shame as he lifted his head and bared his teeth while his hips started to pump hard and fast. His cock pierced her core again and again and again in rapid succession, his length knifing through the slick, yet snug intimate flesh of her channel while its base mashed and ground her clit, his chest rubbed the stiff points of her nipples back and forth shooting sparks into her chest. The whirlwind of stimulations combined to push her over the edge.
Her body shook and trembled so badly that she was momentarily, horrifyingly reminded of her seizures, but they had never felt this good nor had the sense of expectancy she felt welling up. The swirling ball of energy at her centre contract, compress and compact and time sought of froze for a moment before it and her world exploded into a maelstrom of bliss. Erica heard him grunt as if in pain as her body tensed, her back bowing off his bed and her channel locked and twisted around him when the energy rocketed outward from her core and electrified every nerve with intense delight, sent her already racing heart into overdrive and robbed her of the ability to breath. She somehow managed to bite back the scream that rose to her lips and it came out a muffled wail as the pleasure skirted the edge of pain with its intensity.
She was vaguely aware of him making a strangled kind of cry above her before he started bucking hard although he was already flush against her and she felt him expand against her clenched flesh before another flood of sensation rocketed though her. The dwindling, cogent part of her mind informed her that he was climaxing too and her sex responded with a rush of liquid heat as it rippled to milk his seed from him and into the latex sheath that was the only thing that separated them. Time had no meaning as the blissful lightning storm of her orgasm played merry havoc with her body making her twitch as her muscles misfired and pant for air she couldn't seem to hold in her lungs with her spine a vibrating bow and her toes curled. She whimpered and whined as stretched nerves were overtaxed; yet every little movement seemed to start another cascade of sensation.
Just before the intensity of the waves of pleasure could truly become pain, their force started to wane and she managed to suck in a proper breath as her spine unlocked and her back sank to the bed. She blinked open eyes she did not remember closing to find his flushed face hovering over hers, his body trembling with the strain of holding him up, concern clear in his eyes. She smiled and the breath he had been holding in washed over her face. He groaned and started to pull out and roll off her, but she wrapped arms and legs, made lethargic with exertion and satiation, around him to keep him in place.
"No, not yet." She murmured, not quite ready to relinquish the moment and he stopped and then hesitantly, with her urging settled his weight onto her. They both groaned softly as they shifted to find a comfortable position before going still and limp as the sweat on their skin dried and heartbeats returned to normal. His weight was warm and the simple act of breathing was a massage of skin against skin. She sighed when he pressed his lips to the curve of her jawbone just below her ear.
She groaned, but this time made no attempt to stop him as he lifted himself and withdrew from her as he began to soften. He rolled onto his back and she stared up at the ceiling as she listened to him remove and deal with the condom. She worried at her lower lip as a strange awkwardness started to settle over her with the separation. She was a little startled when he reached across her and gently pulled her to him. She smiled shyly at him as she shifted onto her side and snuggled against his before she rested her head on his shoulder and draped her leg over his.
He curled his arm around her back and rested his hand on her hip while he used the other hand to pull as much of the covers as he could over them. She did the same with what she could reach behind her and then settled against him with a soft sigh, her hand over his heart. She sighed again and planted a kiss on his skin when he kissed the top of her head. They lay in warm, comfortable silence, her fingertips lightly tapping the beat of his heart while his traced idle patterns on the curve of her hip.
"Did... Did you think of her?" She asked quietly as the disturbing thought snuck into her mind.
"Who?" He queried in return with curiosity so genuine she could hear the frown in his voice. She smiled because he had already answered her first question.
"Lydia." She answered his anyway.
"Why would I... No... No, Erica, I didn't. You were so the only thing on my mind and, Girl, I've got a feeling you're going to be there for quite sometime." He told her with quiet honesty and sincerity.
"You saying I'm memorable, Stiles?" She wondered playfully and he chuckled.
"Yes, Miss Erica Reyes, you are most definitely memorable, amongst other things." He admitted and she wasn't quite sure if the last part was a compliment or if she should be offended. In, the end, she chose to see it as the former.
"What happens now?" He enquired after a long, quiet pause that had her wondering if he had nodded off as comfortable lassitude and the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest under her cheek and hand also had her eyelids growing heavy with the tug of slumber.
"I... I'm... I'd like to stay the rest of the night, to sleep like this in your arms. That would be nice, if that's alright?" She entreated in a small uncertain voice, torn between her romantic fantasy and the more practical quick break of simply getting up, getting dressed and getting out of there. His fingers found her chin and tilted her face toward his.
"I think we can manage that. You don't snore do you?" He agreed and then wondered. She was about to respond when he bent his head and gave her the gentlest, softest, sweetest kiss. She felt his lips smile before he broke the kiss. She took a deep shuddering breath as she committed the wonderfully intimate feel of that particular kiss to a special place in her memory.
"Thanks, Batman." She thanked him as the room was plunged into darkness as he switched off his bedside lamp.
"My pleasure, Catwoman." He replied with a barely stifled yawn even as he cuddled her close and they both drifted off to sleep.
THE END?
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Batman To Her Catwoman