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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 14:53:58 GMT -5
His teasing always left her breathless, and even as they were, right now, she was quite grateful for the cover of darkness. Otherwise he'd be able to see the mild disappointment in her eyes, the heated flush in her cheeks. As it was, the excitement of the whole scenario was already quickening her pulse, and her breath. So if he did ask, she had something to ply those on. Instead as he spoke in turn to her, she just gave a non-committal "Mmm." As he shifted to listen at the door. What was he, three years old trying to listen for Santa Claus?
"Edward, I thought of all people you'd know the routines of Gotham's 'finest.' We have...maybe, maybe seven minutes to get out of here, and somewhere else," she whispered, her fingers toying with a bit of his hair.
"Why the roof? I can route you through the ventilation to the roof, but from here...we have two flights of stairs, if we don't use the elevator, and then a few locked doors before we go...to the roof." She hesitated on the last few words, a slight shake of her head as she pictured routes here and there on foot. "And I'd rather not ruin this skirt, or heels, you know." So, she was already slipping them off, the straps slung between two of her fingers. "I doubt you have no issue running, so follow me. Right, right, up, stairs. then another right..." She'd murmur into his ear, slipping beneath his arm as her own fingertips turned the knob over his own.
The move was like silk. She was behind him, then under his arm and out of the small closet, erupting into the now dimmed museum, the briefest of glances behind her to make sure he was on her heels. If not, he could find his own way out, without her help. And good luck with that one.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 23:34:03 GMT -5
He had the museum logistics memorized after how many heist he had in this very location, so as she spoke, his mind drew a line in the floor plans, noting quickly the direction they were going. However, the mention of stairs and running caused his lip to twitch downward in annoyance. He certainly did enjoy to run, but his miraculous recovery was still not public knowledge, and he would greatly prefer not to have him running on security tape that would eventually fall into Batman’s lap.
Before he could even protest the thought, she had disappeared from his grip and out the door. She moved silently to the point that if his eyes hadn’t caught the light from the door, he never would have noticed she left.
Hmmm, a dilemma indeed.
He stepped out of the door, but didn’t run. He took quick relaxed steps following her direction that she had laid out, but as he passed the elevator, he stepped in. He smirked and pressed the floor number she was heading to. He could hear the footsteps of the security guards, but they were all on the ground floor now. He would be in the clear as soon as he made it to another floor. No need to run then. The door closed and the elevator took him up.
The door binged, and opened he stepped out and walked towards the staircase.
He opened the staircase door, and who did he see bolting up, but Miss Kyle, herself.
“Hello dear,” he smirked, “I hadn’t realized it was a race.” He glanced around the stairwell, nodding to himself when he didn’t see any cameras. "But if it is, I like to win." He stepped on the first step, and then with great ease, he started traversing the stairs in quick speed, something he hadn’t done in almost a decade. It almost felt thrilling. He only halted until they came upon the door of the roof, and he pressed himself to the wall to allow Selina to work her talent.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 15:32:02 GMT -5
It had taken mere moments to get from point a, to point b; she too had most of the museum mapped in her mind as well. Doubly so because she had helped plan and plot security, besides her own extra-curricular activities as well. So as she effortlessly made her way up the stairs, and nearly tumbling into Edward, she narrowed her eyes.
While the elevator may have been a better choice, there were too many things to go wrong. And a bit of exercise never hurt anyone, not even him.
"Competition is always a welcome addition, Edward..." She'd murmur, cheeks flushed with the minimal exertion. It was honestly more tedious to keep her skirt and blouse unwrinkled, than it was to run in her heels. Ah, the plights of a lady. It was only when she saw the lanky man sprint beside her, and pass her (no doubt with those strides, due to his height), did she smile, finally facing him at the top, the door their last testicle. Whatever he'd had done was doing him wonders. A minor thought to invite him out dancing crossed her mind. Maybe later. It was something they'd never really been able to do, mostly due to his bum knee. But if he could race up stairs....oh, the possibilities...
Smirking at the top, she envied the distance the wall didn't have in contact with his body. It was a few taps at the keypad, and the door unlocked with a quick click, the cool air rushing at them. "After you?" She whispered, following him to the rooftop.
This was turning out to be quite the outing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 22:44:50 GMT -5
There was a reason why Edward wanted them to go to the roof. He had it plan from the beginning of the date, though he hadn’t been expecting the run in with the authority figures of Gotham City. Luckily, it was still light out, so it was unlikely the Bat would be on the prowl.
On the roof, she would see that he had it decorated with lights around the edges, and in the center, there was a small table for two with a bottle of wine and some small items to nibble on like strawberries and mixed nuts. It was far too early for a meal.
“Why, thank you dear,” he said, walking through and holding the door open for her, as she walked behind him, keeping an eye on her features to notice her reaction to the display.
“I had hoped to stay longer here, but since the little hiccup, I suppose we can still have a drink,” he smirked and took her hand into his and led her slowly to the table.
Edward certainly could be romantic when he set his mind to it, and having a date with Selina had definitely pushed him to put on his best. As he approached the table, he pulled out her chair, allowing her to take a seat. He leaned behind her seated form, pressing his lips close to her ear. “I know I am not the first to dote on you, but I do hope I’m doing a better job than Bruce Wayne,” he smirked, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 2:47:05 GMT -5
If he had wanted them to not run into Gotham's finest, he probably should have thought about not paying off a photographer to point out who she was, and who she was with. Selina Kyle was a press sweetheart, and for her to turn the tables to what he wanetd in this case was anything but what he would have expected. But even as she waited for him to cross onto the rooftops, she was hoping he had a way out. She didn't exactly want to get caught, and hauled off for some reason or another in daylight. At least she would be able to claim innocence, as seen out and about with 'The Riddler' may cause some unnessesary questioning.
So as she followed him through the door, she was not met with blinding police lights, or someone yelling at her, but the soft, romantic welcome of strings of lights delicately placed, and a table for two set with wine, and other small edibles. Edibles that he knew specifically were some of her favorites. Passing him to take a few hesitant steps toward the set-up, she glanced back at him in amazement, in wonder. In the past few, few hours, he'd been able to tie in all of her favorite things.
From an outfit, to an outing, to banter, and even a bit of the chase, he'd made it all work, each piece fitting together in the puzzle that was honestly, truly, Selina Kyle. Her green eyes lit up from within, amazement playing across her features, making the sometimes hard woman, a softer, more feminine version of herself for the briefest of moments. Rooted to where she had stopped, she only stepped forward once again; a statue given life, when his hand gently grasped hers and drew her forward to the tableau.
"You even have one of our favorite vintages..." she said in one breath, effortlessly being guided to taking a seat. Smoothing down her skirt, she was then aware of him hovering beside her, then over her. Warm breath washed over her ear lobe, her cheeks turning flush. "Bruce Wayne? That spoiled rich kid who only knows how to throw money at a woman, and knows nothing of the finer touches of romance like a certain E. Nigma I know?" She teased back, turning her head just in time to catch his lips with her own.
"I prefer company of my own ilk, Edward." She whispered against his lips."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 12:46:19 GMT -5
He caught the flush in her cheek and felt pride feel his chest. He loved seeing a plan falling into place with each perfect executed piece. As their lips touched, he felt a spark, travel down his skin, somewhat surprise that she had kissed him. Each time it happened, it always caught him off guard, and his mind debated if she was merely toying with him like she did all of her male suitors, but for a moment he decided not to question it. He wanted more.
His fingers threaded into her hair, and he pulled her into a deeper kiss. His lips pressing against hers, as his free hand cupped her cheek, taking complete control. He wanted to pull her body against his, and run his hand down that perfectly nice outfit, but instead he molded into the kiss for a moment long before he broke it.
His eyes locked with her green ones, trying to read her thoughts before he smirked and stood up. He walked over to his sit, sitting down and grabbing the bottle of wine. He uncorked it and poured her glass and then his own. “Perfection does tend to seek out perfection,” he smirked, and toasted his glass to hers, taking a sip of the expensive Italian Wine.
“I suppose I should probably take you home before Batman burst in and ‘saves’ you from me,” he smirked.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 4:55:11 GMT -5
She thought there would be more. For a moment, he would forget where they were, what they were doing, and sweep away everything from the table, and kiss her more. But no, instead she was rewarded with a deeper, different side that she rarely saw of him, a raw depth that she would love to explore even more.
Alas, as his fingers wound their way through her hair, tugging her closer, bringing them together, she felt breathless, each molecule of oxygen swept from her lungs, her nose, her blood, and left her with nothing.
At last he gave her a sweet break, as much as she loved the lightheaded feeling he imparted. She hadn't been kissed like that in years. It had been at the Louve. But it had been years past, and now was the present, and and some even said that was a gift.
Locking eyes with him, she peered into his depths. She'd never glanced at his eyes this way, into the varying shades of brown and chocolate, of mahogany and coffee. All of her favorite things, even. When he released her, it was almost, just almost as if something were missing in the abscence of his body being at once so close to her. And now, she could only focus on how his mouth formed each word, a slight delay in her own response to him, her fingers finally, delicately grasping her own glass, and raising it in toast as well.
"Agreed-" She started, before he had to go and say that her very fine wine splashing into his face with a flick of her wrist. "...And there you had to go and ruin this, Edward." Setting the glass down, she pursed her lips, eyes narrowed at him in feline acquiescence.
To take a lovely, well, more than lovely moment, and ruin it with the mention of him. For once she had though she could not only exsist, but live with a man that shared her passions, her dreams, her appreciation for the more criminal aspect of life. But no. He had to taunt her with Batman. Of all the things to do right now, of all the people to mention. What a misstep he'd made, especially considering the abscence of Batman in her life as of late.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 9:02:54 GMT -5
The wine splashed across his face, the cool sensation attacking his cheek before he even had a moment to comprehend even what had just occurred. Wet pieces of his hair fell into his face as his jaw locked, and his eyes narrowed. He could feel the drops of liquid sliding down his neck and into his collared shirt. He had to be thankful that it was white wine, or he never would have gotten that stain out.
He licked his lips, taking in the taste before grabbing the napkin, flicking it open and bringing it to dry his face. He didn’t respond to her, a silent anger seeming to roll off his body. He then threw the napkin onto the table and stood, knocking his chair over. “His name? I say his name, and it’s a complete one eighty?” he bit out, as he took his glass and gulped down the rest of his drink. He could be angry over the fact that she had just thrown out expensive wine, or angry over the fact that had been smeared on his face, but when it came down to it. He was truly angry at what the reaction meant. Selina still had feelings for that brute, and while deep down, he knew that, he didn’t like seeing proof.
“I’m sorry to inform you dear, but he is a part of my life and your life, so if you expect him never to come up in conversation, you’re highly mistaken,” he muttered in annoyance, roughly putting his glass back on the table before walking around it to her side. He grabbed her forearm and yanked her up from her chair, bringing his body close to hers. “You do realize that the police are coming, and when police arrive, the chances of Batman appearing before or after their arrival are fairly high?” he stated, his eyes narrowing, “If you thought I was joking, I wasn’t. I do think we should head back soon to miss his arrival. Because yes, he would come to ‘save’ you because he doesn’t knows you can take care of yourself.”
“....or maybe he does? Maybe you both are so close you know each other behind the mask, and I was a fool to even get involved.” Edward let go of her with a huff and started to walk towards the fire escape.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 5:09:14 GMT -5
He didn't get it. And she cared very little about the white wine staining his shirt. If he didn't know how to get it out, she did. Not that it mattered. Not any more. Her face was crestfallen, the light in her eyes extinguished as she realized he truly didn't get why she was so upset, and so dismayed at his word selection.
"Yes, his name, Edward. And you clearly aren't illuminated to the specific why of my outburst, do you." She mulled quietly. It wasn't the sting of his words mentioning Batman, but the shattering of a possibility. An aligning of someone who shared the same passions, persuits, and possibles. It was the imagining coming to fruition in her hands, and slipping from her fingertips in the same breath.
"You had to go and mention his name, amidst all this. The limo ride, the mueseum, the chase, this, and you had to mar it all by mentioning Batman, shattering it all. Why?" Standing there before him, she at once thought to try and mask her hurt, her pain, and her anger. But maybe it would do him some good to see the mix of honest confusion on her face, her voice wavering as his miniscule action clearly shattered something that she had held so tentitively. Even moreso, perhaps he'd realize how most men threw money at her, thinking it would impress the woman who could aquire most things easier than they could.
"And with how much he's been lacking in my prescence, oh, of course you know how that goes. I'm not going to deny that he's part of my life, and part of yours, but at least we could face it together. Had you ever thought of that as something?"
"You should know, considering it's daylight out, that he's going to leave this to the police. So, again, no, you're off the mark on that as well. You should leave the joking to our mutual friend, Edward." She wasn't seething, but instead felt a gaping hole in her chest, something she couldn't exactly name. But despite his quips and jabs on something he had assumed she was feeling, and had missed the mark on, Selina still took the several strides to where he was already stalking over to the fire escape. "Great idea. With me in a skirt, and heels," came her murmur, entirely ignoring what he had stated, up until the mask jibe. "Oh, and what would he think if he was aware that you and I knew of one another, in masks, out of masks, and even further, Edward? Perhaps you should stop fixating on him, and start paying attention to what is right in front of you, isntead of always letting your mind wander to Batman."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 9:17:44 GMT -5
He took in her face, catching the disappointment and confusion in her features. The very way she carried herself, seemed as if a heavy weight had just fallen on her, and she was attempting to carry it. He didn’t like seeing the look because it was directed at him, as if, he was the one who made her feel such hurt. But he didn’t do anything wrong. She was assuming things and reading into such a small statement, when he had only been pointing out an observation. Why did women feel the need to exaggerate?
Actually….it was quite strange for Selina to have such a reaction to something so small. Why have such reactions unless there were hidden feelings involved?
She went to dismiss him quickly, and he felt his skin twitch in annoyance as she stated that he missed the mark. Yes, the probability of him making an appearance during daylight decreased, but it was not impossible. After all, almost all of the Bats actions with the Justice League are primarily in daylight. He also has no problem making an appearance when it has something to do with the Joker terrorizing the street. Is it so unbelievable that Edward would believe that the Batman would see him as a true threat? It made him angry to think anything else. Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was a threat to the Batman. He was the only one who could intellectually challenge him. He was the only one who had figured out Batman’s secret identity. He was the only one who would be able to destroy him. So yes, Batman should appear for him in the daylight. If he didn’t, it would be his own mistake.
Selina, however, was being stubborn. She was determined to think his words had meaning beyond the meaning he intended them to have, and while, he often played off his words, there was no hidden agenda behind the simple observation, except to possibly get a teasing smile from Selina.
He walked to the fire escape trying to escape the situation himself. From the cops, her, or this strange presence of guilt in his chest, he wasn’t certain.
As her final question came from her lips, he stopped in his tracks. He could hear sirens coming down the street, but it wasn’t his focus of attention at the moment. He sighed, and then turned around to face her. His hands came to her face, cupping her cheek, as his thumb ran along her skin, over each strain in her skin, taking in her expression, the dullness that had appeared in her eyes.
“Selina,” he said softly, “of course, I am paying attention to what’s right in front of me. How could I not, when you’re so magnetic. But you don’t see, what I see when I look into your eyes and glimpse behind the mask you rarely let crack.” He shifted close to her, knowing the meaning behind her reaction even when she was too afraid to face it herself. “You’re in love with him.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 22:14:02 GMT -5
No.
As she watched his face, the minuscule twitches she knew so well, she knew any further conversation with trying to sway him was futile. His mind, his glorious, wonderful specimen of a mind had already taken over, and handed all logic over to it's horrid step-sister Ego. And Ego was now certainly running rampant in the man before her. As she sighed, all that was spry, spirited, and made her such a joy left her in that small breath. He wouldn't get it. She couldn't be in love with a man who...she hadn't seen in months. Who went out of his way to avoid her, and snub her. And that man, at the moment, hadn't set up an intricate date for her, pulling together the finer things she appreciated in life, and tying them with a glorious bow.
"You wouldn't even believe me if I said no, it was the man telling me asinine words right in front of me, not some coward lurking in the shadows, ignoring me, a man who doesn't even know...what I like..." Her voice hitched, her chin jaunting to the side so he didn't have to see the tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "No, I'm not in love with him. I can't be in love with something that's not even real. A specter in the night that doesn't even understand why I do what I do, the joy that it gives me, the rush. And clearly, you are too blinded by...whatever, as well, to see what is in front of you as well. Maybe you're enamored with him, and just projecting. But no, Edward. If you've been paying attention, there is a certain different man that I have been spending my time, and days with. And that certainly isn't Batman, Mr. Nigma." She added quietly.
Raising a knuckle to stem the flow of tears from her eyes, Selina tilted her head back, not wanting to cry after such a fantastic day like this. "If you're finished insulting me, and telling me who I am, and not allowed to love, I'd like to get out of here." Came her soft request.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 19:08:32 GMT -5
Edward eyes washed over his face, taking in the subtle changes of her lip and the way her eyes almost seemed to be running away from him. The mask she kept collectively over her features was slowly slipping revealing the emotional hurricane that was bubbling to the surface. Her words sounded weak, not the confidence he was used from seeing from her.
He knew she herself didn’t see, trying to pull herself into the protection of denial, for if it hurt now, how much would it hurt when she finally came to the truth? He knew she would always be drawn to the man of shadows, but as he watched the hurt, he also realized that he had caused the pain as well. He had hurt her, and sense of a large weight landed on his heart, causing his gut to squeeze. Guilt. He dreaded the feeling greatly.
His hands cupping her cheeks, wiped away a tear with his thumb. He stepped closer, his forehead falling on top of hers as his eyes stared into her deep green ones. Edward felt lost for words. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want to be with her? Did he want to destroy Batman? Did he just want this terrible feeling in his chest to go away? He wasn’t certain, but he knew he did not like seeing her crying.
“Did you know there are more synapses in your brain than there are stars in the galaxy?” he commented, “I overthink, I’m paranoid, and my mind is constantly calculating fifty other scenarios that can occur out of one single action.” He closed his eyes as his finger threaded into her thick hair, “I’m sorry,” he barely whispered, for it was not a word he used often.
He yanked her into a deep kiss, his lips clashing with hers in a rough unexpected moment. He popped a sleeping capsule out of his fake tooth with his tongue and then pushed the pill into her mouth. Not giving her a chance to escape, his hand in her hair kept her mouth connected with his, his free hand going to her lower back and pressing her body tightly against his. Pushing the pill down to her throat, he didn’t break the kiss until he felt her swallow it. He held her weight as she went limp, pulling out her phone and calling her assistant.
After talking to assistant, telling her that she would need to pick up Selina from the police station in about forty five minutes, he carried Selina back to the table. He sat her in the chair and started tying her up.
While Edward Nigma was a known criminal Selina had managed to keep her criminal record clean. He wasn’t going to let her ruin her good reputation by associating with him. A security businesswoman having relations with a top Gotham rogue. It was fine if Batman was the only one to suspect it, but the tabloids and the network would take that information too far. It would put any security company out of business. He expected Selina to mad at him, but it would be for the best. He tied her up tightly, making it look like he had kidnapped her and forced her here. He then wrote a quick note and placed it in the pocket on her blouse.
No riddles. No games. No questions.
I care about you.
He then made his exit off the roof, right before the police broke through the door.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 22:17:02 GMT -5
She wasn't even able to respond, before he pulled her into a kiss. But her eyes were at least able to convey something other than hurt, other than pain, other than she understood...him. And it didn't matter what else occurred. And other than insulting her, and her feelings, for how she felt, there was no reason to apologize.
But his lips met her heatedly, her hands going about him as if they'd done this time, and time before. He upped the ante easily, his fingers threading through her hair with ease. It was only when she felt the foreign object in her mouth did she struggle against him, trying to force the pellet from her mouth, rather unsuccessfully. It was a strange sensation, as the drug hit her bloodstream; the loss of sensation, the tunnel vision, the last thing she saw before her eyes was him.
And then there was nothing but a soundless, dreamless sleep, and cold.
Liv pursed her lips, taking the call with nonchalance as Mr. Nigma called her from Selina's phone. An odd request, but she did see the two leave earlier in the day, in quite good spirits. So perhaps, she just needed a ride home. But something nagging said otherwise. The police station? The Riddler would never be caught dead there. So instead of heeding the man's word, she grabbed her things, and called a cab to get to the station now, rather than later.
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The police finally made their way to the roof, the unconscious woman placated and bound at a table set rather nicely; for two.
Considering there was no way to rouse her, one of the men gingerly cut through the rope, carefully only after the scene had been scourged for no booby traps, bombs, or the like. Not that it wasn't the Riddler's MO, considering his past, but it wasn't...a normal day. And this was no run of the mill woman. It was Selina Kyle, a woman who was seen in Bruce Wayne's company more often than not. So while she was carried to a vehicle, and back to the station, she finally woke, confused, and seething, Liv already there for her to take her home, one of the officers letting her assistant know that a call had also been made to Mr. Wayne.
The ride home was silent, her being tight-lipped about what had happened, emotions pumping through her veins. He'd tricked her, played her, lied to her, provoked, and drugged her.
So when Liv escorted her back home, she had already slipped out of her heels, tying her hair up as she stalked into her bedroom, Jasper meowing in her stead as she started the water in her bath, a remote clicking on a rather..intense station to pipe music into her rooms. Liv would come in, and out with a pot of tea, leaving her friend and employer to her own devices, for the time being.
Instead...Selina started to remove each piece of clothing, and jewelry that had been picked out for her. Each that had been chosen with care. As she unbuttoned the blouse, her fingers crossed over something ...peculiar. Paper, that hadn't been there before. Unfolding it, she shook her head. As much as he claimed...it was still a riddle. That, or he was saying so much in only the way he could.
It could wait until she was done with her bath. He'd clearly been able to evade Gotham's finest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 23:27:21 GMT -5
He easily broke into her apartment, without a second glance from the neighbors. His breathing was rough from the quick escape. He seemed frazzled. His hair unkempt, and his suit a mess, but surprisingly it wasn’t the police that put him in this current state. It was thoughts pulling and nagging in his mind, replaying Selina’s words in his head. He hadn’t been planning on coming back to her apartment. After all, a woman enjoys the chase just as much as a man does. He couldn’t be available like some sick puppy trapped outside of a home, but here, he was….chasing her.
He felt pathetic and a long sigh escaped his lips as he shut the door behind him. He stared at her pristine apartment, always so classy even in her materialistic items. It seemed like she had everything in place, but as he reran that image of her face on the roof and he knew that not everything was in place.
Did she want to be with him? She seemed to be begging him to realize that she cared about him too? But it was almost impossible to believe.
He went into her bedroom, pacing back and forth. She would be angry. She would assume it was the worse. He hadn’t planned to drug her. It was the best option. He went into the bathroom, turned on the sink. He sucked in a deep breath and dipped his hands into the water. He splashed it on his face, taking the cloth and dapped the liquid off. He turned off the sink, and heard the door open. His heart snapped in his chest, a sense of worry and panic, but he ignored it and put on his own mask.
He walked to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame. He took in Selina who walked in. He almost laughed. She looked so mad with the way her bottom lip pouted out, but he merely watched silently, since she had yet to notice him. His eyes taking in her form as she started to undo her perfect outfit. He froze as she pulled out his letter, trying to read her mind as she read the letter. Did she understand? At the shake of her head, she obviously didn’t….or was too tired of him to care. Was coming here a mistake?
Her blouse slipped off her shoulder, and his eyes snapped to focus again, taking in her bare skin.
“I had a strong suspicion you would strip for me before the nights end,” he commented with a smirk behind her, still leaning against the bathroom door frame, waiting for her full fury and to be kicked out into the hallway.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 6:52:20 GMT -5
Selina shrugged. Whatever he'd dosed her with was strong. She'd missed the intrustion, and all the clues that went with a classic Nigma home invasion. Green eyes went from where the sink had been turned on, to where he'd mussed with her towels. Well, well, it seemed someone was just as flustered as she was. But at least she had an excuse; she'd been drugged, and tied to a chair, from what the kindly officer had been able to tell her. And someone, someone had called Liv to pick her up, and her assistant had been able to see as she had been carried gingerly into the station.
Whatever.
Slipping the rest of her blouse off, Selina balled it up and threw it at him, the slip of paper still in her hand. "You're just going to gawk behind the bathroom door now? After drugging me, tying me up, and leaving me for the police? I guess I shouldthank you, you know." Her words weren't malicious, nor meant to hurt him. He'd honestly tried to keep her a hair's breadth from him, and his antics. He'd been honest, even. So while she stood there, not glaring at him, but studying, she shrugged, and let her skirt drop as well. It was nothing he hadn't seen before; in China, she'd come in sopping wet through the window when him and Nina had been holed up in whatever penthouse or apartment or whatever they had been in. Then she'd been able to tie one of his dress shirts into a rather lovely outfit. Now? Well, he was in her home, and she wanted to take a bath. So he could either stand there and be smug, or...do whatever he had thought he was going to do when he broke back into her home.
"I'm going to take a bath. Something left a bad taste in my mouth, and it certainly wasn't your kiss." Her witicisms were blah right now, but then again, she was a bit drained. A perfectly planned, wonderful outing had been ruined. And for what reason? She didn't know. The parts of his plan that ran smoothly coursed through her mind as she continued to remove stockings, and work her way upward, the pile of discarded lingerie growing before she finally shut off the water, and slipped beneath the surface.
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