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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 23:05:03 GMT -5
His body stiffened at the connection of her thumb along his lip, his eyes watching her carefully as the car began to move. He couldn’t help the genuine playful smile that appeared on his lip from the action. “You don’t think I look good in lipstick, dear?” he puckered his lips out. “I think I could pull off your color quite well.” He chuckled softly.
He relaxed back in the seat next to her, his hand reached out to her knee as his fingers slowly traced down her leg. It felt so strange being with her. He knew she was a powerful that could take care of herself, but he couldn’t shake this obnoxious nervousness that had seemed to attach to him like a disease. “What if I like cats?” he smirked at her dismissal to his always entertaining metaphors.
At the mentioned of ‘bigger’, his fingers stopped their dancing on her thigh and his brow rose in curiosity. Did she mean what he thought she meant? If she did, he certainly wouldn’t disappoint her in that department, but he hadn’t expected her mind to jump to those thoughts so quickly, unless she was talking about a certain brute of a man. “Bats aren’t much bigger, Miss Kyle,” he noted, hoping that wasn’t her thought, “But if you are looking for….larger…,” he smirked, his thumb started to rub a slow circle along her thigh, “I do say you are in right company.”
The car stopped and he let go of her. “So impatient, dear,” he gave her a smile, grabbing her hand and linking his fingers into hers as he pulled her out. “We are at the museum,” he noted, as he pointed to the building and led her up the stairs. There quite a bit of people there, especially with the excitement of the new Exhibit that held classic European paintings. It had been a long time since Gotham had received a new exhibit because most were too afraid that it would be robbed. Small children ran passed them, and he frowned slightly. He never liked children, and they never could appreciate art.
He paid the admission for both of them. When they stepped away from the desk, he turned and whispered towards her, his eyes looking up at the new laser sensor that had been built in. “Do you see what they have bought with the new money given by the donors?” he asked quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 10:00:42 GMT -5
"I think you look better in my lipstick than my catsuit, love." She murmured, deftly pulling out the tube of cosmetic and applying it her lips with aplomb. Winking at him, she easily twisted her body so she was nearly draped across his lap, her arm twining again about his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. "Well, why don't we just put that to the test, Edward..." Pressing her mouth to his, she made sure there was full coverage to transfer the color, just to see if he'd pull it off, or if he was teasing her to see just how far she'd go.
And just as easily as she'd slinked into his lap, she was back beside him, her thigh once again occupied by his hand, and dancing fingertips. Raising a brow, she was half-bemused at his response. "I'm always in the right company for what I'm looking for, Edward. And I don't even want to know what you're comparing up here." She tapped her temple with a finger, a glint in those green eyes of hers.
As she was escorted from the car, and finally at their destination, she was underwhelmed, and anxious, the curious mix of emotion heightening her awareness. Had he planted something for her? Set up a riddle? A mechanism for her to open? He was so trying at times. Even as they walked through the throngs of people, she almost lost her footing once; she was just that distracted, and rather thankful that he had wound her arm through his own.
Pursing her lips, she noticed the exhibit. And sadly, nothing it it was new to her. She'd seen most of the pieces in person years ago at University, of all places. She was an Art History major, after all. With several minors in ...well, other things. After he paid for their admission, she turned toward him, her body angling to his as well as her ear. Biting her lip as her eyes followed his, she had to hold in her minor squeal of joy. She should have known about this! She should have known! She was one of the Museum's benefactors, of all things!
Gasping, she clung to his arm, the excitement palatable on her skin, and enhancing her voice. "Oh," she breathed, her voice airy. "You darling, darling man." She murmured in awe. "I could just kiss you right now." She added, her astonishment melting into a Cheshire grin she couldn't contain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 23:18:41 GMT -5
He chuckled softly at the reference, remembering well how tight that black leather had been, except in the bust where it almost draped open. He never quite understood why women advertised their sexuality so blatantly in their costumes. He suspected it had something to do with distracting your enemies. Then again, he did wear spandex at one point, and it did allow for more easy movement. Her lips were on his before he could have another thought. His eyes widening again, finding each kiss as surprising as the last, but they lazily closed, leaning against hers, until they were gone like a brisk fall wind.
His tongue ran across his lips, tasting the gloss, and smirking. “Ah, I see, the reason women wear lipstick is to satisfy their urges for food.”
Having Selina at his side, always felt like having two puzzle pieces fit perfectly together, but he could certainly sense her moods. Most people believed Selina to be perfectly confident put together woman, which she was, but she was just as much a woman with her own insecurities and frustrations. She wore a mask often to hide them, but Edward’s eye could always catch the changes in moods. However, it had been a long time since he had seen Selina like this, anxious, almost nervous. A rare kind smile spread on his lips as he felt her lose her footing, and held her up with his arm. He was curious what Selina thought he was planning.
The art exhibit itself was nothing he had not taken in before, but there were always a few items he wouldn’t mind adding to his collection, thinking of a blank wall in one of his apartments. But what Edward and Selina truly had in common wasn’t the interest in fine things, no; it was the challenge of retrieving those fine items. The difficulty of theft and the thrill of having the item in your hand once your received it. With his current plan, he didn’t have time to execute an actual heist, but he certainly enjoyed imagining how he would go about it. It was probably the best part of museums, their security system.
He grinned as he saw her excitement, happy that she had been unaware of the upgrade. “And we are only just beginning, I wonder what you could do at the end of the date?” he teased and pulled her towards one of the nearby panting, wrapping his hand around her small waist to lean his head against hers. They looked like a couple, but it was a merely a distraction to talk about the other new addition. “At night, the paintings are pulled back into the wall, leaving them blank,” he stated, “I have to admit, they certainly have become determined. I think they have gotten annoyed with Catwoman.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 5:53:45 GMT -5
She tended to keep her costume zipped, so whatever he was thinking was clearly an alternate version of herself, as Catwoman. Not that she'd ever be privy to this little fantasy of his. Scrunching her nose at him at his 'observation,' she shook her head. "It's actually so we look good for other women, you know. Show me a man that can spot the difference between Chanel rouge and poppy shades of gloss, and I can show you a man that doesn't care about a woman's, well, assets," she teased. "Most men don't care about the color, as long as it's not on their collar, or possibly, that it does stay on their own lips." She laughed lightly, leaning into him as they shifted to look at another objet d'art; a chance afforded to her to glimpse at this new system she'd been oddly out of the loop on.
It didn't matter. He was here, and now. And offering her a first-hand, sunlit view of a challange she just couldn't pass up. As they walked together to a new wall, she couldn't help but feel giddy as they came to the new exhibit. It was all new, and it thrummed in her veins; the closeness of their facade as well..was surprising. She walked with ease, as if she were born to be at his arm, gently guided by his hand. "You're kidding me...." She breathed, turning to him, wide-eyed and curious. "I sure hope they don't get tooannoyed with her. At times she gets them quite a bit of publicity as well. But how would you, you dear, dear man, learn about such magnificently wonderful security tactics?"
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The costume might be zipped, but that didn’t mean that it hid anything to the imagination. The way it clung to her like a second skin, showed every curve of her physique. Yes, their personal friendship had allowed him to see her without her clothing on a few occasions, but even if he hadn’t of been given those few secret performances, he could easily of guess what was hidden beneath the black tight outfit.
He smirked at the mention of colors, and to be honest, if he took time to look, he could likely determine the difference. He supposed she was right. He didn’t care about the color, and lipstick did have a talent of staining clothes.
He enjoyed watching her excitement. With a normal woman, he would only expect this much excitement over a surprise vacation or a reservation as a high class restaurant. Selina was no normal woman, and he had known her for so long now, that he knew what she wanted. If only what she wanted included him.
“I have eyes everywhere…” he smirked, nodding to the cameras, “Especially in my favorite museum.” He lead her through the paintings to the sculptures. “You remember how we first met?” he asked, pulling her body against his and locking onto her deep green eyes. “I still think green is far more color.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 9:01:46 GMT -5
As they walked arm in arm, she enjoyed both the art, as well as noticing this and that for updates to the new system. They felt..so natural, here. Now and again she'd glance up at him, her mind thinking. Why...so many whys. So many questions. Her lips quirked at the edges at that thought. The irony. And her costume was meant just as much as a statement, as it was functional. No thief sliding through air ducts cared for excessive fabric. Any good grifter knew that. And to a degree, Selina Kyle was one of the best. Born in luxury, hardened in the streets. "Well, unless you've traded in your current, more passionate pastime, I doubt you have more eyes than me, Edward," she toyed with his collar, noting there was no lipstick there, be it rouge, or elsewise in color.
Linking her arms around his neck, she leaned into his body. Something, she'd never really done like this. Never in public, not during the daylight hours. It...made her feel different. Almost, like she was human, instead of living a double life. A partial lie always prepared on her lips. "I do remember. You had beat me to a tapestry. A quick job. Take down, roll, fold away, in and out in under 12 minutes, is what I had planned. And there you were, taking your time. You'd mentioned to me a place to get a real suit. And then," she leaned in, breathing the words into his ear,"you asked me if I'd contemplate wearing green." She laughed, the sound nearly identical as it had been those years prior. "Sadly, I told you I favored another color, and turned your teaming down. I still don't do teamwork well, you know that....and purple, well, is still my favorite, even though black, is more....pragmatic. But, you never asked my second favorite color, Edward. I'm mildly hurt at that, you know."
Now watching him, she thought on her words. She was always partial to the royal color. Ever loyal to herself. But what of the black, and green colors respectively? Was she saying something without...saying it? Pursing her lips to a thin line, she sighed for a moment, the action not linked to any such thing. Other than how string-free content she was at that moment, in a place she loved, with a man she adored. The only thing she could have asked for more of was sleep. Alas, one could sleep when they were six feet under.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 22:26:52 GMT -5
He hadn’t expected to feel so…content. Logically, he knew this was a ploy to manipulate Selina in order to make the Batman weak, but he couldn’t deny that being with her had always been natural. It wasn’t dull and pointless like the women he picked up at bars or book stores. It wasn’t infuriated and self-mutilating like dealing with Nina. It wasn’t confusing and tense like those evenings with Jonathan. No, being with Selina felt right. She was charismatic, independent, beautiful, intelligent, and had no problem keeping his ego in check. His eyes went to hers as she turned and wrapped her arms around him. His heart jumped in his chest at her close proximity, and he found his eyes falling to her lips. He would describe their relationship as perfection if…..if the Dark Knight hadn’t been in-between them.
His fingers shifted along her blouse, trying to grasp it, but no matter how hard he held her, she would leave him.
She would leave him for the Batman, and he would be the forgotten like an old Christmas sweater in the closet.
And that, Edward Nigma, is why this is not real. He reminded himself. This wasn’t a real date. This wasn’t a real chance at a relationship. She was his pawn, and he needed to move it to the correct space. The seriousness in his expression disappeared to a smirk, placing his mask back over his emotions. He leaned forward and whispered against her lips, “What is your second favorite color?”
He remembered the first time they met in the museum. Even in her subpar outfit, she still held constant grace, to the point that he presence had completely startled him. When he had realized that she was another thief and he had beaten her, he naturally reaffirmed in his god like abilities. Never to turn down a girl who needed a helping hand, and based on her attire, she obviously needed one, he happily helped the woman out. He never thought that from that day, it would lead him here. How many years ago had that been? Five? Six? Seven?
A large flash blinded his site, and his body naturally tensed.
“Miss Kyle! Miss Kyle! Who is the new boy in your life?” the reporter asked from out of nowhere.
One of Edward’s hands slipped from her back and went up to his hat. He pulled it further down to shade more of his face, as the bouncy short male reporter came closer. He obviously was a junior level journalist that had been covering the new exhibit, but what reporter who saw Selina Kyle leaning into a new man wouldn’t pounce on that gossip?
….Especially a reporter that had been paid by Edward to take the story two days before.
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His fingers were teasing her along the silken fabric of her blouse, and it eked a smile on her lips. He was thinking, she could tell from the fine, nearly unnoticable lines that formed around his eyes, and his forehead. But it shifted in a moment, as he finally allowed for her body to meld to his, their embrace nearly intimate, save for the one thing lacking; their lips touching, without moving. As her forehead met his...barely, he was tall, afterall, and her heels, while they were helping, weren't enough of a boost; she smirked at him.
"Green. It's always been purple, then green, you know." She murmured. Words that were meant for only his ears. If observed, they'd probably looked like lovers. Who else would stand like this, this closely? That thought sent a heat through her from spine to toes, the devious thought giving her a coy ambiance to how she was poised. But even as she answered him, she heard the sound, before the flash caught her. And him.
It was near instantaneous, the briefest of confusions irking her. How the hell did the kid get in the museum with a camera? And...how did he single her out, of all people? So while Edward seemed to extract himself, and shield his face with his hat, she felt something click. And even as her entire body cooled, she was already in motion; a wide, genuine smile slipping to her lips as if she were flattered, her hand deftly plucking Edward's hat from his head; her arm coiling about his waist.
"You mean this man ...Josh?" Selina retorted with a laugh, after reading his press-pass. "This here would be Edward Nigma, and he's a rather lucky gentleman, wouldn't you agree?" There was no shame in having their photos taken for the paper, now would there? She was a known socialite, and she could just feel his ego bloating with the attention, especially if little Josh was going to pepper her with more questions.
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He grinned at the mention of his favorite color. She did look absolutely stunning in green, evident in the very skirt she currently wore. He would have traced her face and teased her if it hadn’t been for the interruption. Yes, he had expected the interruption. He wanted the picture to end up in the paper as the mysterious man Selina Kyle was currently spending her romantic outings with. He knew Batman would recognize him, and he took joy in imagining how the man would show the brief emotion of anger and jealousy through his mask of seriousness. It would remind the Bat that he was still beneath a god like the Riddler.
Yet strangely, even though he had planned the incident, he felt a brisk of disappointment as the close distance of their lips disappeared. He covered the expression by the shadow of his hat, but it was plucked from his head before he could even protest, and her arms were around him like a high school senior showing off her Varsity Football Player boyfriend. His eyes widened in shock, his hands almost uncertain what to do until they too wrapped around Selina’s form.
His ego swelled to high heights as she spoke of him in almost a bragging manner, and a slow smirk itched his face and his hand pulled her a bit closer to her side as if she had just granted him permission to have her. “Lucky gentlemen? Dear, I do say, you might be the lucky one. I do have a fan base,” he teased, but as his eyes took in the room and the people who had stopped to stare at them, a snapping realization came to mind.
She had said his name, and while some foolish people did not associate his name to his alias as the Riddler, it was public knowledge. He saw a few people bolt for the door in panic, a mother pull her child into her arms, and a security guard who stiffened and slowly started to reach for his gun.
Wonderful…..
With how many items he had taken from this place, he doubted the museum was thrilled to hear the Riddler was viewing their most recent exhibit.
The young reporter even went stiff. Edward hadn’t given the boy his name because it hadn’t been necessary, but he certainly questioned that decision now. “Ed…Edward Nigma? As in Edward Nigma, the Riddler?” the boy stuttered out, but the nervousness left as a new ambition seemed to take hold. The boy must have realized that he stumbled across more of a story then just socialite gossip. “Aren’t you worried he is going to stab you like his last girlfriend?” he asked, yanking out his pen and paper and started scribbling things down.
He turned his head into Selina’s hair and whispered, “I think this might be our queue to leave.” But as the question popped out of the reporter’s mouth, his jaw locked and his grip tightened into Selina’s side. A glare snapped onto the boy. “Kid, don’t you think you are reaching outside your experience? You obviously don’t have the knowledge or intelligence to conduct this interview, so I suggest you go get a superior coffee and leave us to our business,” he bit out.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 13:04:10 GMT -5
Shit.
While she may have bested Eddie at..well...whatever he hadbeen planning, no doubt something to irk Batman, she hadn't expected this sort of rebuff. Shit. As the flash snapped, and the name stuttered on the fish-like lips of Josh, Selina didn't relent. Not one bit. With a quick smile on her lips, not forced, of course, she leaned into Edward, yes, -that- Edward Nigma in the most natural of ways. She'd seen the knee-jerk reactions of several civilians, and didn't care. She. Just. Didn't. Care. And they'd have to work on his little outbursts, if they were to be seen in public again.
"Mmm. A lovely fan-base at that, even if you do startle some of them, especially the wee ones, Eddie." Selina would murmur, a languid glance over her shoulder coupled with a smile hopefully settling the uneasy parent, well, at ease. There had to be a reason he, nefarious man he was, with such a lovely woman, right?
Winking at the 'reporter,' she smiled before she responded, a fingertip tapping her lips. "Well, actually, no," she started. "For starters, I haven't done anything to warrant that behavior. Secondly, I'm not exactly his girlfriend....yet..." she purred, a hopeful flick of her eyes going to the taller man. "And I've known him for quite a while, so why would he treat a close....friend...like that?" She stammered, as if she didn't quite want the word 'friend' to be as non-complex as it was.
"And I know you're just doing your job-" She elbowed Edward slightly as he interrupted her, a hand going to his chest as he chastised the kid. A slight dismissal was all she needed as he whispered into her hair; a private moment publicly seen by all those around them. "Use this to your benefit; social rehabilitation after the stabbing, love..." She murmured, her hand going to linger at his chin. He may have wanted to use it for some other reason, but she was going to spin it to his, and her advantage.
"Like I said, I understand you're doing your job as a patron of the media, Josh, but how about you take a few more photos, perhaps a more mysterious one, posed with Eddie's face partially hidden, maybe one with him in focus, and myself partially shrouded, and then off you go. We both came to admire the new exhibit, not be....shoved into the limelight, questioned, and to harass the others that appreciate fine art such as ourselves. Maybe later, if you want, you can get a bit more private interview." Fingers slipped into her purse, removing a simplistic black and white card as she tucked it into the kid's front pocket.
"...now for those photos, and we'll be done here?" And then she could get to the bottom of this whole...day. The more she let her mind contemplate it, the more it seemed planned. Down to the jot and tittle.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 23:10:22 GMT -5
Selina certainly knew how to hold pose in any situation. Her words held a sense of delicacy that could be seen common in a Queen calming her people before entering a terrible war. He could send the bodies in the room relax, and few even thought she might just be teasing. After all, why would Selina Kyle, a Gotham socialite, be flaunting around with a Gotham rogue.
He frowned when Selina actually responded to the reporter’s ridiculous question. But he found himself giving her a curious glance as she hinted at a possible future relationship between them to the reporter. It certainly was beneficial to what he wanted, but he couldn’t disguise his surprise.
He grunted at the sharp jab of her elbow hit his gut, his hand tightening on her waist in irritation. He supposed she made a decent point. However… “I did nothing wrong,” he responded softly to her in annoyance. The fact that whole incident had spread like wildfire was the true problem.
Edward’s eyes caught the security guard, who was speaking into his radio and holding his gun in the other hand. “Photos might have to wait, dear,” he commented, but the flash of the camera blinded him for a moment. The reporter, still nervous and certainly flush from Selina’s light touch, was determined to take the best pictures. “Thank you, ma’am! I’ll definitely have a follow up!” the boy said, still snapping photos.
The sound of steps running down the hallway could be heard, and he knew more security guards would be welcoming them soon. Without a word he grabbed Selina’s hand and pulled her away. The security guard in the room held up his gun. “Freeze Riddler!”
Edward’s eyes snapped to him, and he smirked. “What makes you think that idiotic below average guard who makes minimum wage like you can tell me what to do?” he asked, an item in his pocket dropping to the floor. “I was trying to take this lovely woman here on a romantic date, and everyone feels the need to interrupt it. I suppose it’s not completely ruin. I could take her outside the city to a secluded cabin with a fire pit. They always produce so much smoke though; it tends to stick in your clothing. Then again, the city can have its own smoke.” He stepped on the object and smoke filled the room. He covered his mouth with his sleeve as he led Selina through the smoke until they were outside the area and in the hallway. He heard coughing, a few panic cries, and guards running closer and closer. Without a moment’s thought, he opened up the janitors closet and yanked Selina in with him before shutting the door.
The guards ran by into the smoke, muttering things into radios, and asking each other when the GCPD would arrive.
Edward finally turned away from the door and looked at Selina. He straightened his tie and fixed his jacket. “I know you likely are, but are you alright?” his brow raising as he glanced at her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 22:32:42 GMT -5
And why wouldn't she be seen with Edward Nigma? Did it matter that she saw beyond the criminal, and desired to spend time with the man? Oh, the horror at that thought. Then again, she'd been seen with more boring specimens of the male species; Bruce Wayne, to be exact. So when the photos were finished, and the crowds thinned out slightly, she then focused on the man gripping her waist.
She had noticed the guards moving slyly about the perimeter, and smiled at Eddie's words. Wriggling a few fingers at the reported, she allowed Eddie to steer her...somewhere. She hadn't been expecting -this- part of their little date, and playing the part of her daytime persona, she let herself be herded nonchalantly. Nor had she expected Eddie to have....a flashbomb, or whatever it was in his pocket. Good it went off now, rather than ...later. As the smoke engulfed them both, she was barely able to shield her mouth and nose before inhaling some of the distraction, a cough or two heard as she was tugged into the small space.
It was only then in the dark that she chanced a few strained coughs, shaking her head in the dark as fingers scrambled along his chest, finally finding purchase. The small space forced the two close, and she rest her cheek against the coolness of his shirt. "I inhaled a bit of that smoke...but I'll live, I guess." Another faint clearing of her throat as she glanced up in the dark at him, curious as to what he had planned now.
"Are you ok? And nice little speed bump there. Giving cause for jealous to another party, maybe? Nina, or Batman this time, Eddie?" She teased quietly, another light, quiet cough punctuating her statement.
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His eyes widened in the dark, and his heart increased ever slightly under her touch. He hadn’t expected her to curl so close to his body, but he supposed it was a very tight space for two people to be cramped into. For a second, he thought he felt the briefest amount of vulnerability from her…almost as if she was seeking his protection. A silly idea in general. Why would the Riddler protect another person? And why would Catwoman need protecting?
There had been moments in the past when he had seen the small cracks in her mask shift to reveal a woman with insecurities and doubts, but they were always so rare, and sometimes, he wasn’t certain if she was merely manipulating him with her feminine ploy or actually expressing the feelings she hid so easily. Yes, it could certainly just be a ploy to weaken his judgment.
He felt her body shake with each cough that left her chest, and found himself soothingly running his fingers along her back, as he leaned his cheek against her hair. He smirked, “You’re lucky I didn’t use the poisonous one.” He teased, pinching her side.
Thankfully the room was dark, hiding his expression as it turned serious at the question. It couldn’t have been that obvious. They were at a new exhibit; a journalist would likely be covering it. It could be that she was only being playful. No, Selina knew, but there was no reason for him to confirm her suspicions.
“Hmph,” He smirked, and whispered darkly, “You’ve caught me.”
His took a step forward, followed by another, until she was pressed into the tight space. His finger traced up her neck leading her chin up to shorten the distance between their lips. “I wanted to make the world jealous, and keep you for myself in a dark closet. The handcuffs I left here, should be somewhere around here,” he teased, barely gracing his lips against hers.
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As she pulled in lungful after lungful of clean air, she leaned against him in her moment of weakness; however brief that was. "Well, I'm glad for that. You'd be up close with Gotham's finest, rather than me in a closet," she teased, her cheek resting against his chest, rather close to where his heart was beating a steady lub-dub in her ear. As she shifted away from his pinch, her recoil knocked over a handle of something, it knocking against her back. It was a rather tight space, not that she was complaining. She'd had worse company in better venues before.
As he whispered to her hotly, she turned up and grinned at him in kind. "Oh? In which part?" Barely able to get those few words out, he was already confessing to his want, and need for certain feelings. To cause jealousy, not only in Bruce, or Batman, but in the world. That he wanted to possess her, and only for himself.
"You know, I would've gladly kept you company in any closet, Edward. Your's, mine, it didn't have to be this one with such a fantastic view, you know," she teased him wryly, her fingertips finally finding his jawline after a slow trail up his chest, to his tie, and his mouth, finally. "Handcuffs, in the dark? You devious, deftly digited debonair..." She purred right back hotly against his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 21:08:56 GMT -5
He could be compared to Oedipus being led to the rocks by sirens. Her touch managed to captivate his thoughts and always distract him. He felt tempted to lean forward and capture her lips press her against the wall and have her right there, but instead, his fingers merely curled into her blouse causing the fabric to crumple in his grip.
“You know me so well,” he whispered, leaning his form into hers, barely touching their lips before pulling back. He let go of her and turned, pressing his ear to the door to see if the commotion had settled.
He could hurry steps, but it was spread out. An announcement went on stating the museum was closing early for emergency reasons, and people were being asked to vacate the building.
Hmmm…they would be checking everyone likely upon exit and the GCPD was probably on their way. “You certainly know how to make things challenging, dear,” he smirked, pulling down his hat to shade his face, “It’s a good thing I like a challenge and hearing my name on your tongue.” He chuckled.
“Do you think you can get us onto the roof?” he asked, hand on the doorknob. If they were going to get out before a full security sweep reached them, they would need to do so now.
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