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For KN and Hepburn, who love BMWW, just like me!

What Dreams May Come







Bruce awoke with a gasp. Covered with sweat, he sat up, his heart racing.

He wasn't in the alley.

Sucking in air greedily, he waited for his heart to slow down, his eyes slowly growing accustomed to the dark.

The windows to the balcony were open, and a light breeze stirred the curtains, causing them to flutter in the moonlight. His eyes followed the path of the celestial glow to its source, while his body fought to catch up with his mind.

There was no need for panic.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something brush against his hand. Looking sharply over to his side, he saw her sprawled comfortably across their bed. The white of her pillow was splashed with black, the tresses spilling around her neck and shoulders. Her face, rendered pearlescent by the moonlight, was free of emotion. She made no move, just watched him as he erected his walls of security. The large, luminous eyes of blue stared at him so intently, he had to look away.

Breath after breath. Brick after brick.

Finally, he was able to look back at her. A wry twist of the lips, a flash of apology in his eyes, a rush of blood to his cheeks—the only acknowledgments that something unpleasant had just occurred.

She arched a brow. "Problem?"

Bruce's back, formerly rigid with fear, then pride, slumped over in exhaustion. A slender finger drew aimlessly on his back, stopping occasionally to circle around some scar tissue. The random sensations eventually disappeared, only to be replaced by a methodical, though leisurely, tracing of his spine. Slowly she traversed the segments of bone: sacral, lumbar, thoracic, cervical. By the time she had reached his neck, she was upright. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, gently pulling him forward.

The kiss was…unexpected. Chaste, slow, brief. Warm. She drew back, brushing his hair off his glistening forehead.

Then Diana smiled.

Bruce relaxed back onto the bed, kicking his legs free of his smothering sheets. The covers fell to the floor, soon replaced by his wife's body, artfully draped over his.

Her hands carefully pried his fingers open, twining them with hers, causing sticky palms to meld. Bruce shifted underneath her, finding a more comfortable position.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"S'ok," she mumbled against his chest.

Every now and again, a faint tickling stirred against his skin, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Eventually the feeling disappeared. He looked down, confirming that her eyes were closed, her eyelashes at rest.

Her breaths against his skin changed, growing deeper and farther apart with each respiration. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Another breeze blew through the windows, and his princess shivered slightly against him.

A small 'hmmm' resonated in Diana's throat, vibrating against his chest as he pulled her closer, keeping away the cold.

Closing his eyes, Bruce drifted back to sleep.

The End

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