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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2013 21:31:30 GMT -5
As her soft blouse hit his face, a smirk slowly pulled on his lips. He caught it in his hands and pulled it off his face, as his vision returned, his eyes widened at what he saw. His mouth dropping as he took in her form in lingerie. Her words didn’t quite wrap around his mind. He did not know whether he was baffled by the situation at hand or fully intrigued.
When he realized he was staring, he blinked and looked down at the blouse in his hand. He started to fold the item, as he finally realized what she had said. He chuckled softly. At least, she had figured out the strategy behind his action. He always respected her intelligence, even if it seemed she still wasn’t entirely thrilled with his decision. “I do like to keep my dates exciting,” he stated as he placed the blouse on the counter.
As he turned again though, her hands were removing her undergarments. He had caught glimpse of Selina naked on a few occasions, and while a part of him considered the opportunity happening tonight, he hadn’t expected it to happen like this. He watched as her body melted into the water and slowly loosened his tie, to hopefully ease the thickness in the air. He didn’t like being taken off guard, or worse appearing like he was.
He went to the bathtub and took a seat on the edge, his finger trailing the surface of the water as he looked over her face. “Is this your way of telling me to leave or inviting me to join?” he flicked the water at her nose, smirking, “You do enjoy to puzzle me.”
He stared at her a moment longer before he stood again. “I’ll be on my way. I’m glad you made it home alright,” he said softly, his thoughts obviously somewhere else. He then went to the door.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 7:59:07 GMT -5
She never quite understood the thrill that men took when things were removed, despite him seeing them being put on as well. Rolling her eyes as she soaked in the steaming bath, Selina didn't care. More than she didn't care normally, if that meant a damn thing to him. He had played her, and tried to do something...nice..and had succeeded, well, in his own way. But did it have to require her getting drugged, and the police?
"That whole thing is going to be a media frenzy, by the way. And on top of that, Batman probably caught wind, as much as you wanted to keep him out of the conversation, Edward, dear." Murmuring nonchalantly to him, she reaches to one of the numerous tiny bottles and pours a generous amount of the oil into the water, her foot snaking out to flip the lever for the faucet.
"Call it a courtesy; just as you had given me." Save his had come with drugs, hers comes more quietly, a venomous edge to her voice; as languid as it is calm. Come her next words as she fusses with her hair, pulling it out from where it is trapped between her neck and the tub's lip, letting it fall behind her in a dark, thick, curtain. Green eyes watched him say nothing, but she knew. This was a man she knew nearly as well as Batman; but better. He was her friend, her enemy, and her just out of reach lover. Not that they'd done much more than heavy flirting with his string of lady loves as of late, but still. Even his loosening of the tie was a give, a sign she had moved her piece just so and now he was...off kilter. And what did Catwoman do better than throw a curveball? ...well, there was quite a bit, but this was neither the time, nor the place for it.
As he sat beside her, she listened, and closed her eyes when he flicked the fragrant water at her face. "Well, if you are going to get in, you need to shut the water off. I bet your escape from Gotham's finest was rather tiring," Her toes pushed the lever as her fingertips reached out and grasped his tie, tugging him close.
"Leave if you want. But you drugged me, and I'd rather hear why from you, now. Or, go, and wait until I've had copious amonuts of time to think it over, figure out why you clearly fucked up your own painstaking plans, and sharpen my claws. Your puzzle, my lock, your decision, Edward..." Another quick tug, and she let the tie siphon through her fingers as she leaned back into the warmth of the bath. He clearly knew how to get in, so for him to get out, she has no worries.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 13:47:11 GMT -5
He always felt stunned by how Selina approached the simple aspects of daily life. She made the action of bathing into an art form that could be rightfully studied for its beauty in any museum. She was a woman that could create a muse within an artist. He tried to imagine if he had such grace and class when it came to showering. For a moment, he imagined himself like a long hair Fabio Lanzoni bathing under the stream of water. His face turned to disgust. He would leave the artistic daily activities to her.
His finger swirled in the warm water, barely grazing across her soft knee as she spoke. Yes, he did expect media attention, but that was exactly as he planned. He hadn’t expected the news story to turn into a front page article, but he wanted the media involved none the less. He had to make certain Batman knew that he wasn’t the only suitor who could compete for this woman’s affection. While the plan had been an overall success, he felt like the date itself had become a failure, and it gnawed at his chest like failure usually did. “It’s a good thing they believe Selina Kyle was a victim to my antics,” he said with a small smile.
His eyes fell to hers, and he easily caught the suspicion behind that captivating color. She knew he was plotting something, but it seemed like she couldn’t quite place it. As always, she was curious and intelligent, a trait he admired, but forced him to be more careful in his actions, especially if he didn’t wish to be placed on Selina’s bad side. His tie pulled him forward with a quick jerk, and snapped him out of his thoughts.
He became abruptly aware of how close she was, and how his body felt uncomfortably hot. Was it because of the steam from the water, or the fact that she was almost within his reach? Her words unfortunately only turned his own riddle back towards him. She was offering him the choice, toying with him, the same way he toyed with his own prey. His eyes narrowed, as he watched the table underneath him turn towards her side and she took a jab at his pride. His tie was free from her grip as he stood. “I don’t ‘fuck up’ anything, dear,” he smirked, as he slowly took off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the sink.
“But I am fairly certain you know the reasons behind my action,” he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow. He moved back towards the bath. “You know me, I enjoy a good puzzle, a challenge,” he said causally, he then knelt down, dipping his hands into the water, underneath Selina and picking her up. The water tossed and splashed as he lifted her wet form from the tub and pressed her against his body, carrying her in his arms. His clothes soaked with her moisture.
His eyes locked with hers. “But I’m tired of playing these games with you,” he stated, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in her features. Then without warning, he roughly took her lips against his, his hand moving into her damp hair and pulling her deeper into the kiss.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 9:27:35 GMT -5
"It's a good thing I know better. It was a nice gesture, though. The outfit, the date, the cover. But you should know never to plan with a cat, love. They tend to futz things up, and nap when you want to run, and play when you're serious." Flicking a bit of water at him, she smirked, sinking into the watery warmth just a bit deeper. As feline as she was, only few knew of her fondness for water. Oceans, pools, tubs, it was her respite after times like this. And here, Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was quite privy to such a private moment.
But if she admitted it to anyone, the cerebral give and take was more stimulating that most who thought throwing roses and money at her was the way to her heart. No, not quite this affluent Gothamite. She thrived on words, the teasing, the whole interplay. And one of her best duet partners was right there. "Mmm." She offered to his teasing, those green eyes keen on his actions, especially as different articles of clothing started to vanish off his person. "A bit warm in here? And no, Edward dear, I don't think you could go just straight to that. You need to seduce, and play, just as much as I do. It's no challenge, no reward and success if it's easy." She drawled, the hint of a smile playing on her lips as he returned to her. It was nice this day and age to have someone pursue you. Even if it wasn't Batman. And while she knew, each and every step of their little waltz she was being used, a pawn, a puppet to incite someone else, she had to admit she enjoyed it. She'd had less worthy men vie for her time, her affections, her laugh. So to see him go to great lengths to try and ensnare her heart, to cause the Batman great agony, was flattering.
It was only too bad he didn't know he already had what he wanted. And they both knew if she voiced such a depth of feeling, the whole dance would be over; so she let him execute his plan, her arms looping around his neck as she felt the chill on her damp skin, the new-found strength in his arms as he carried her. It didn't matter if she was clad in Chanel, or as naked as the day she entered this world; she carried herself with a regal grace. Or in this instance, he did.
Locking eyes, Selina found herself taking in his words, her thumb brushing those lips that uttered such intelligent nonsense at times. "Shh, then," she's whispering hotly against his ear, lips pressed close, before pulling away slightly, her mouth caught quickly by his own. It seemed for the time, Edward Nigma had ensnared the elusive Selina Kyle. Not only in a possibly drugged kiss, but entirely.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 21:37:51 GMT -5
He held a beautiful naked woman in his arms, a woman that he never thought would ever show the slight interest in him. He had never been one to put a woman in the friend zone. He saw better use of the lesser gender, but he couldn’t deny that something had always been different with her. The way she reacted to him, the way she stood up against him, and most importantly, the way she challenged him. It would be difficult for any man not to fall for her skills as a temptress.
He pulled her lips against his, which he had surprisingly done multiple times tonight, and molded against each one of her movements. His tongue dipping into her mouth as his hand took a firm grip of her hair. He would not take rejection now. He needed to have her. His plan required it, of course. There was no other reason for this. He didn’t want her on some personal reason. No, he merely needed to move the chess pieces correctly to get to his desire goal.
He continued to kiss her as he walked with her in his hands outside of the bathroom and to her bed. When he reached her bed, he dropped her form down. His eyes ran up and down her exposed body as his own fingers made work at undoing his shirt.
“You should never wear clothes,” he husked as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. He then moved to the bed, slowly crawling on top of her trailing his lips up her body until finally reaching her lips.
His hot breath touched her lips as he whispered, “I want you.” His hands grabbed tightly onto her hips and pulled her close, “And I don’t want to share.”
He stared up at the ceiling, his arm wrapped around the woman curled on his chest. His heart still pounded loudly as he came down from his high and logical thoughts slowly came to mind. An unfamiliar feeling of worry wrapped around his mind as he wondered how what they did might affect things. His mind always jumped five steps ahead, and each step did not seem like a good ending to his game. But as he felt the warmth move in his arms, he glanced down at her and his eyes softened.
It didn’t matter how it ended up.
This was worth it.
He kissed the top of her soft hair.
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