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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years ago

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After watching some anime, can I request the brothers and Side characters with an MC that makes really great bentos in their aesthetic with their favorite meals? MC could make Lucifer a fancy dish of steak done to his favorite temperature, side dishes are organized neatly, and the bento is red and black to match his design or she made pink/pastel treats for Asmo is a very cute bento that matches his style. I think it would make their day when they receive something so cute from the human

ABSOFRICKINGLUTELY! ANON! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU! However, I write gn! Whenever possible, so I hope you don't mind. Also, I've only made bento once, so I did a tinny bit of research. Most of them stray from traditional bento, however I tried to make sure I had the four components, (protien, carbs, salad/veggies, and fruit) (except Asmo), and different cooking methods for each. Some of them I forgot to explicitly say what colour the box was, so I'm sorry about that. I didn't do Luke because he had a role in Simeon's, and I blanked. (Sorry) Also, some of them have links bc I started to lose inspiration and motivation to write the same thing over and over again bc brain juice went bye. Hopefully I did this justice, I may have gotten a little carried away...sorry for rambling.

MC Makes Bento For The Boys

Lucifer

Lucifer had been working non-stop for the past few weeks

You had barely seen him, as he was so busy going back and forth from the castle, meetings, and he had banned everyone from his office. It had gotten so bad that he would "postpone" his meals, but nobody had seen him eat in a while.

You had a lot of spare time, so you did meal prep for the whole week just for Lucifer.

It was a little past noon by the time you finished, (and made Beel swear he wouldn't touch the food because you would treat him at Madam Scream's later), so you decided to make a bento box for Lucifer's lunch today with some leftover beef and rice you had.

With your protein and carbs taken care of, you prepared some roasted asparagus to add some colour to the box as well as a couple of carrots. You also added an umeboshi plum on top of the rice to match the colour of the box. (A/N I personally don't mind umeboshi on it's own, but if anyone wants to try it, I highly suggest you eat it with rice or have water on hand 😂)(oh yeah, umeboshi is a small, sour, pickled plum.)

In the final box you arranged a couple of orange slices, strawberries and grapes.

Satisfied, you brought the box and a glass of water up to his study. You didn't even bother knocking, knowing he would just send you away anyways.

You were greeted by a low growl. "Get out."

You rolled your eyes. "No. You need to eat Lucifer, and I'm not leaving until I know you've finished this."

"I don't have time for this MC. I have to-" he was cut off by his stomach rumbling.

He blushed slightly, and continued to busy himself with work.

"Please? I hate seeing you overwork yourself like this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? When was the last time you slept? Eaten? Had something other than coffee? Have you even gone to the bathroom in the past 48 hours?"

He sighed, folded his hands under his chin and looked up at you through disheveled raven locks.

"...you really aren't going anywhere until I eat." It wasn't a question, rather a statement with a trace of relief in it.

You extended the bento box out to him once more, though this time he accepted it.

"....thank you MC.....this is quite delicious. Perhaps once I'm done my work I can take you out to Ristorante Six to show my appreciation."

You pushed his hair back and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Once you're done your work, you're going to sleep. That's an order, sir."

He silently cursed himself as he felt himself blush again

You were planning to stay until he finished, but then you heard Mammon and Levi fighting.

"I'll take care of that love. Make sure you drink that water too. Also, I prepped meals for the rest of the week for you, so you have no excuse to not eat. I bribed Beel, so they should stay there, but as an extra precaution I got Satan to teach me a protection spell. I didn't tell him what it was for, so it should be fine."

He watched you close the door behind you and wondered what he did to deserve someone like you.

Mammon

He was complaining to you because his actions finally caught up with him, and tomorrow he had to go out and repay some witches with time and favours, (being a bagboy), instead of money

He started belly-aching even more when you told him you weren't interested in joining him.

Luckily you were on dinner duty tonight, so you had a legitimate excuse to leave his pity-party

However while you were making dinner, you decided to show Mammon a little bit of sympathy, and set some rice and pork cutlet aside that you could use later.

After dinner, Mammon followed Lucifer, trying to convince him to give him money.

So you had ample time to continue working on his bento.

He had a three compartment wooden box

You scooped the rice into the box, put the cutlet on top, and two thinly sliced pieces of lemon on top.

You cut up some yellow, red, and orange bell pepper to put in the top left corner of the box

In the last compartment, you cut up golden kiwi, pineapple chunks, and a couple blueberries

You were about to put it in the fridge, when Mammon came screaming into the kitchen.

"MC HELP ME LUCIFER'S MAD I DON'T WANNA GET STRUNG UP AGAIN AND- wait, what's that?"

You sighed. "It was supposed to be a surprise Mammon! I made lunch for you for tomorrow, because you're going to be doing some running around and who knows when you'll get a moment to yourself? I was going to cast a spell on it to keep Beel from eating it, so it would have lasted overnight too... I just want to make sure you have something healthy to eat and so you don't have to spend money on take out. If you don't want it though, I'll just give it to Beel..."

He blushed furiously. "Ya don't gotta worry bout me, silly human. The Great Mammon can take care of himself! But-uh, I'll probably end up taking it anyways, because it's umm, it's free food! And Mammon ain't about to pass that up!"

He tried to grab it, but you pulled it close to yourself and turned, blocking him.

"You only want it because it's free? Ok. Fine. You'll have to pay me if you want it." You teased

He whined a bit. "Aw come on, ya even said ya didn't want me spendin money tomorrow! And ya said it was for me! MC, this ain't fair!"

"I didn't say you had to use money."

The next day while Mammon was out and about, trying to carry multiple bags of stuff for the witches, he happily ate his food, a light blush on his cheeks as every bite reminded him of the way you felt against his lips yesterday.

Leviathan

Levi had lost out on another draw despite having spent copious amounts of money on the tickets

As such, he had locked himself in his room to temporarily drown in his sorrows

You decided to make Kyaraben, character bento, for him. (Kyaraben can also refer to animals, real life celebrities, or natural settings)

(I would do Ruri- Chan but I have no fricking clue, so here's a link to a recipe for Pikachu Kyaraben because that's what you did instead)

Hesitantly, you brought your creation to his room and lightly knocked on the door.

"...I don't wanna talk to anyone right now."

"Levi, it's me. I brought something to cheer you up! At least let me give it to you if you don't want me to stay."

You could hear some scuffling and mumbling from behind the door. "I highly doubt there's anything a normie like you can do to help."

You tried to brush that off, because, ouch, but you knew he was upset so you tried not to take it to heart.

He was pouty as he opened the door, his demon form on display.

His expression immediately changed when he saw the bento in your hands.

"WOOOOOAAAHHH!!! THIS IS FOR ME??!! YOU MADE ME BENTO??!! This is something straight out of anime!!! Uh...uhm...d-do you maybe w-want to share it?"

The last part of his sentence had him blushing furiously, and he refused to look you in the eye.

"Sure. Maybe we can watch that anime you texted me about a couple days ago too."

His eyes lit up with joy as he used his tail to gently grab your wrist and pull you excitedly to his couch.

Once he had arranged everything to his liking, he sat down and bashfully accepted the bento.

At some point, he asked if he could feed it to you, however, there was only one pair of chopsticks

Blushy otaku very much enjoyed the bento, not only because it was like his anime, but also because it was you who made it.

He also got a couple indirect kisses, and could not focus on anything but that for the next few days.

Satan

You and Satan had been spending a lot of time together lately because he was helping you study for a test

Thanks to Satan's tutoring, you had managed to get a much higher score on the test than you had imagined.

As thanks, you wanted to make a kitten Kyaraben

You found him in the library at a desk, hunched over a book, studying some foreign language.

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't notice you right away, so you tapped him gently on his shoulder.

"Ah, MC. I'm afraid I missed you coming in. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. You brought the box out from behind your back with your test papers on top, the mark clearly visible.

"I couldn't have gotten that mark without your help, so I made you some bento as thanks. I hope you like it."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh MC, that wasn't necessary. Spending time with you was enough for me, but thank you."

He slid the lid off the bento and chuckled when he saw what you had done.

"That's quite clever kitten. Perhaps next time you can show me how to make it?"

His pet name made you blush a bit, but that didn't stop you from agreeing.

You two spent the next few hours discussing different meals you guys could learn to make together.

Asmodeus

Asmo had been taking you shopping lately, hyping you up and helping you destress with spa nights

In return, you decided to make a dessert bento box in a pretty pink container.

It was a square container split into nine compartments.

Across the top three compartments, you arranged a rainbow of mochi.

On the bottom three you arranged a rainbow of macaroons.

In the two outside compartments left, you put a mini Wicked cupcake in each

Finally in the middle, you arranged Hershey's kisses into a heart.

Satisfied, you made your way to his room and announced your presence at his door.

"Come in darling~ I'm just finishing up my nails!"

You let yourself in and settled across the table from Asmo.

"I brought you something. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out lately and show you how much I appreciate you!"

You placed the box next to him so he could see what you had done.

His squeal of excitement almost decimated your eardrums, however moments later you were enveloped in a very tight, heartfelt, "smooshy" hug, but his elated expression made up for your temporary loss of hearing.

"Ohh MC! You're so sweet!!!! These look delicious, let's share them!! Just let me take a picture first with my favourite snack!!"

You sat back and expected him to pick up a cupcake, but yelped as he pulled you into the frame.

"I said with my favourite snacc MC, and I meant it!!" (Yes, he still took a picture of the bento)

Beelzebub

You wanted to plan an outdoor date for the two of you that wouldn't require you to excersize.

So you decided to try and make Koraku Bento, or picnic bento, but even bigger in hopes you would be able to temporarily satiate Beel's hunger

Because you were making so much, you needed multiple boxes, and a couple days to prepare, so you asked Simeon if you could work at PH so Beel wouldn't get to it early.

Of course, he agreed

Day one, you prepared five different fillings for the Onigiri you were planning to make: sha-ke (salted salmon),umeboshi (Japanese pickled plum), okaka (bonito flakes moistened with soy sauce), kombu (simmered kombu seaweed), tuna mayo (canned tuna with Japanese mayonnaise)

Day two you prepared three large protiens, (chicken, beef, and pork), each enough to fill about two containers each. You cooked each of them differently. You also cut up/prepared vegetables you wanted to use for tempura.

Day three you woke up early in order to be ready to take Beel out after his game. You made rice and finished making the Onigiri, (which Luke was adamant you let him make with you).

And Simeon helped you make the tempura and a beautiful salad to accompany everything else.

However, now there was a lot of stuff to carry and you wanted to greet Beel out of his game.

So the angels took care of transporting the food to the roof while you went to get Beel

"Why are we going to Purgatory Hall? Are we having dinner with the angels?"

"Not quite. The date I wanted to take you on had a slight change of plans. We just need to get to the roof-"

"Do you want me to fly us up there?"

You considered it for a moment then agreed. If nothing else, you would be avoiding Solomon.

Once you landed, appreciation for the angels swelled as they had laid everything out so beautifully.

"...oh. It looks like someone else is doing something up here. It smells really good, so we should probably go. I don't want to eat someone else's food and ruin their night by accident....again." He tried to leave, but you pulled on him gently.

"I'm glad you think it smells good. This is for you! I made it for you, and the angels helped me bring it up here when I went to pick you up."

His eyes widened. "...All of that...you made it for me?"

You couldn't help but smile and nod at his bashful expression.

He hugged you gently. "Thank you MC. I know that took a lot."

"It was worth it! You haven't even tried it yet. Come on, I'm hungry!" You giggled.

Beel's stomach growled in response, causing a slight blush to light his cheeks. You're so good to him❤

Belphegor (this has a bit of crack energy, I'm sorry. So will Solomon's😅)

"MC....can you pass me my D.D.D?"

"MC....can you give me a massage?"

"MC....can you switch my laundry for me?"

"MC....can you pass me my pillow?"

"Belphie, I love you. I understand you're the Avatar of Sloth. But what the actual fuck? Your pillow is under your arm, just move it under your head. I've already gotten up, like six times to do stuff for you."

He groaned. "But it takes too much effort!" He smushed his cheek into his arm and attempted to give you puppy-dog eyes.

"Sorry, only Beel can pull that off. If you want your pillow moved less than a foot, you're going to do it yourself. You of all people should now how frustrating it is to get up as soon as you sit down."

He groaned again and grumbled as he moved his own damn pillow.

You tried to relax a bit. Normally your time with Belphie consisted of cuddles, movie nights, planeterium visits, or just plugging into some music and enjoying each other's company, like you were trying to do now.

Until you made eye contact with him again.

He was going to ask something-

"MC........... can you get me a snack?"

Dear God, he was not gonna like this.

"Of course Belphie. I'd love to."

You made your way to the kitchen with new found energy.

You were going to make Shikaeshi Bento (revenge lunchbox)

Basically, it's supposed to be inedible or embarrassing, and be used to convey anger or overall dissatisfaction

So you grabbed his bento box, dumped uncooked rice into it, cracked an egg and left the shell in the box. You used purple food colouring to make a heart.

You brought the box up to Belphie, who was surprisingly still awake

"That was quick."

You grunted in response and walked out

"Hey why are you leaving?!"

A few seconds later, you heard, "MC! ...WHAT DID I DO??!! I JUST WANTED A SNACK!!...MC PLEASE COME BACK I DON'T WANNA GET UP!!"

Diavolo

So, usually Barbatos is in charge of making sure the Demon Prince eats

However, you told Barbatos that you wanted to make something special for Dia

"My Lord would thoroughly enjoy anything you made for him. He's been very busy lately, so I'm sure he would appreciate the kind gesture."

Barbatos graciously gave you precedence over the kitchen, giving you full access to everything you could ever need or want.

You decided to make him bento with your favourite protein

One compartment you filled with rice, using sesame seeds and an umeboshi for garnish

You arranged pieces of your favourite fruits in one of the smaller compartments

Then you made your favourite type of tempura, and prepared the sauce to go in the last two compartments

You asked Barbatos where Diavolo would be, and he escorted you to his office.

"My Lord, MC has come to speak with you."

Diavolo's head shot up and his face lit up with delight as he watched you walk through the door.

"MC! A welcome surprise. How are you? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine! I actually just wanted to give you something." You gave him the black box.

"I made bento with some of my favourite things...you mentioned wanting to get to know me a little bett-"

You were cut off by Diavolo crushing you in a hug

"...My Lord, MC needs to breathe."

"Ah, my apologies MC. This is the most wonderful, meaningful thing anyone has ever given me. How can I adequately express my gratitude? Simply name anything you want, and it shall be yours."

Once you had regained your breath, you gave him a small smile.

"Anything? Could I trouble you for your time?"

"MC, Lord Diavolo must finish his work in a timely matter. I can clear his schedule for afterwards."

"Barbatos, could they stay long enough for us to share the wonderful meal they've prepared?"

Usually Diavolo's begging and sad eyes™ would be powerless against him, however the soft spot he had for you and your much- less-seen sad expression were enough for him to bend this once.

"My Lord, I'll be back in an hour. I'm afraid that's all the time I can allow."

He stepped out, and allowed a small smile form on his face as he heard the two of you celebrate, also knowing that later on he would be listening to a very happy prince recount everything you two talked about and how much he loved you.

Barbatos

You, the brothers, and the other exchange students had been invited to the demon lord's castle for another event

It wasn't for another day, but you felt your chest tighten as you remembered Barbatos

Did he even get to eat those days when everyone was there?

You didn't want to take that chance, and decided to set up a small, filling bento box.

It only had three compartments, so you stuffed each one.

One had rice and meat.

You made some sushi and tamagoyaki to go on top.

For the last compartment, you made a simple chickpea salad.

The next day, Barbatos welcomed you all to the castle, as per usual.

However, this time he stuck around once the brothers and others had left.

"I...Well you already know, but this is for you!"

He nodded and graced you with a smile. "My knowing does not take away from my appreciation MC. Admittedly, nights like this are very demanding. I will repay you later. Thank you."

He tried to walk away, but you yelled after him, "You're not supposed to repay someone for a gift! Just take it!!"

He smiled to himself as he started to eat some food.

Perhaps this night would not be as taxing as he thought

Simeon

You had been experimenting new dinner recipes with Luke at Purgatory Hall; you were watching him while Simeon was away.

"If we leave these leftovers out, Solomon will get to them and ruin them."

"....why don't we make bento for Simeon? He's coming back tomorrow, isn't he?"

Luke beamed at you. "Okay!"

He went to get a small bento box divided into fifths (two large bottom compartments and three small top ones).

"Ok, so in one of the big ones, we can fit the rest of the rice."

Luke nodded. "Can I use this?" He held up a star-shaped cookie cutter.

"Of course!" You helped him mould the rice into a stable star shape.

He looked so happy designing stuff, you let him take the lead.

By the time you were finished, it was easily the most stunning dish you had seen.

"Wow MC! We should do this more often!" He was very proud of himself, and rightfully so. "I can't wait to give it to Simeon!....Is it ok if I give it to Simeon? It was your idea, so it's ok if you want to do it instead..."

You just smiled at him. "You can give it to him, you did most of the work anyways. For now though, you need to get to bed."

He pouted slightly, but complied.

The next morning you woke up to Luke speaking very animatedly to Simeon.

"Yeah! We tried a bunch of new things, and then MC suggested we make you a bento box with the leftovers, and it turned out really well so I can't wait for you to try it!!"

You leaned against the kitchen doorframe observing the interaction.

"Thank you Luke, it looks wonderful. Good morning MC. I hope you slept well. Thanks for ba- for helping Luke while I was away."

He smiled gently at you before Luke was trying to get him to try the bento again.

He took a bite and smiled at Luke.

"It's delicious. You guys must have put a lot of love into it, as always." He looked directly at you at that point, but Luke was too elated to notice the silent exchange between you too.

Solomon

"Don't get mad at me! You agreed to test spells with me!"

"You asked me when I was half asleep Solomon! I also meant later, not right away!"

"Well, you're not a frog anymore, so I don't see what the problem is."

.... No, you weren't a frog anymore

That didn't mean you were happy about being a frog in the first place.

You texted Simeon, 'Who's on lunch duty today?"

"Me. Why?"

"I'll make us bento. We can picnic, the exchange students, that is."

So you spent the next little bit making normal bento for the three of you.

"Simeon said we should probably leave in five minutes" you thanked Luke and started on Solomon's.

You made Shikaeshi bento; you cracked four eggs and aligned their yolks into a rather phallic shape, added way too much fish oil, and threw a few sesame seeds on top.

However, once you made it to the picnic grounds, Solomon opened his box and gasped.

"MC, you know me so well!" And proceeded to drink right out of the box, the rest of you looking on in horror.

"I thought you were mad at me and you were going to give me something disgusting like Mac and Cheese. I guess all is forgiven. Thank you!"

At that point you couldn't even stay mad, that was just disgusting.

Aye, I hope you liked it anon, not sure if this is quite what you meant but....yeah.

Love y'all!

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grandthorkiday · 6 years ago

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Mob AU “Playthings” Part 4

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

“As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.” No one laughed. “Seriously?! Goodfellas! One of the greatest mob movies of all times! One of the greatest movies of all time!” No one spoke. “I will have you know that was a spot on Ray Liotta impression.”

“Not now, Tony,” Natasha Romanoff said from her position leaning against his desk.

It was midmorning the next day, and they were all packed into ADA’s office. Tony Stark, the ADA in question was leaning back in his office chair, feet on the desk. Since his joke had fallen flat, he had taken to staring at the ceiling. His partner, Natasha, fiddled with the recording device they had been listening to. Strange had recorded Loki’s recounting of the initial kidnapping before the young man had broken down and cut the interview off. Now, protectively, the psychiatrist batted the woman’s hand away from the recording as though it held some essence of the young man that needed to be taken care of. Val and Bruce sat side by side, Val’s old notes on her lap while Bruce had a condensed version of all the notes the department had taken over the years on Gast in his.

“Anyway,” the detective said as she picked through the mess of paper on her lap, “Loki and Thor both worked at Lille Melt.”

“Thought they would be able to go to college and not work.”

“Apparently Odin cut Thor off when he refused to go to live in the dorms. And I think he cut Loki off for refusing to go to Georgetown.”

“Father of the year.”

“Lille Melt is owned by a lieutenant in the Sakaar family. And it was a frequent destination for Gast until well about nine and half years ago.”

“Are you saying he saw the two of them and was like, ‘Yeah, that’s what I want’?” Tony asked.

“Basically, yeah,” Bruce glanced at his notes. “That place was and has always been filled with lower level thugs and their family members trying to make their bones. Boss could have expressed interest and a dozen of their coworkers could have started supplying him with information about them.”

“Why not snatch them from work then?” Natasha adjusted herself on the desk.

“Too many witnesses and sober Thor really could have held his own. So could Loki. They weren’t pushovers.”

[read more cut]

“So he waits until they’re off work and school, then takes them.”

“The technique is pretty common for kidnappings associated with Sakaar. What’s unusual is Gast being personally involved,” Val shufffled through her papers.

“He was in the old days.” Stark took his feet off the desk and pulled his chair up. “Back when it was his stepfather’s operation.”

“I remember hearing that,” the other ADA said. “Stepdaddy married Mommy for her real estate money and gave Gast responsibility for like some delis and restaurants that had bookie operations in the back. He made them legitimately profitable and expanded the nonlegit stuff as well. Drugs, girls, and gambling, get a good meal while you wait. That was the pitch. He basically bought his stepdad out of being the boss.”

“Oh there’s a lot more to him raising to head of the Sakaar family besides that, but yeah. The old guys used to say he performing mob beautification. Nowadays you’d call it mob gentrification.”

“Has anyone verified Loki’s account?”

“Fandral Dashwood. Roommates with both brothers,” Val slid a yellowing copy of her original notes and a more recent copy over the desk. “He says they went out, they got drinks, they went to Gast’s table. The group lost track of them for about an hour or so before they were told they left.”

“Who told them?”

“The bartender. Apparently Gast paid for their tab before he left.”

“How gentlemanly.”

Strange’s phone rang. He put his finger up to silence everyone and answered, professionally saying, “Dr. Stephen Strange, how can I help you?” There was a pause as he listened. He frowned slightly. “How is he reacting?” His frown deepened. “How long?” He looked around at Val and mouthed, ‘Loki.’

“No shit,” she hissed jumping up and pushing her papers toward Stark. Stark shook his head at the papers and Romanoff took them quickly.

“That was my assistant. Apparently Loki found a channel on the cage match in Atlantic City. And he saw Thor. And Gast.”

“I’m guessing he didn’t take it well.”

“Actually, he took it remarkably well. You would think he was watching his favorite television show the way it sounds. They’ve been unable to get him to turn it off is the problem.

Val and Strange got to the facility an hour later. Loki was still in the main ‘common area’, parked on the floor in front of the TV. He reminded her of a child watching a Saturday morning cartoon show: he was still dressed in his pajamas and he was clutching a pillow close to his chest. He wasn’t really smiling, but his face had an enraptured look as he looked at the screen. On the screen, Gast was being interviewed.

“You think it’s going to be a great fight?”

“I sure hope it is for how expensive it was to put on!” Everyone laughed. “But seriously, I do think it will be a good fight. We got the good ol’ crowd favorite, Groot. Love'em to death. Not much of a talker.”

“Not a peep, really,” Thor agreed.

“But he’s a good guy. Then you got ‘The Punisher’ over there. Oooh boy, is this going to be a fight.”

“Nothing nice to say about Castle?”

“He’s hot? If you’re into that kind of thing,” Thor shrugged.

Gast playfully pulled him close. “Naughty thing! He likes to play coy!” He kissed Thor who quickly deepened the kiss, moaning loadly as the Grandmaster’s hand travelled down to his legs and began to slide upward.

Loki whimpered, curling in on himself more.

“Hey now! We’re pay-per-view channel but it ain’t that kind of pay-per-view!” The host laughed, but made no move to physically stop them.

“Loki?” Val sat down on the couch. She glanced at Strange. He was analyzing the younger man’s behavior as well as analyzing as much as he could from Thor’s on the television.

“He’s not so mad anymore,” was the response she received. “He was so mad when he left. He kept saying he was going to make Thor stay in hotel room….and visit with people.”

“'Visit with people’?”

“They wear condoms, so it’s okay.”

She grimaced at that. “Maybe you should turn off the television.”

“I usually get to watch all of his interviews when we’re away from one another. I even get to call in sometimes,” he looked around hopefully. “I think I can remember the number. Can I have a phone?”

“No!” Val grabbed the remote from a side table and turned it off.

Loki gave out a cry as the screen went black, scrambling over to manually turn it on. Strange was faster and blocked his path.

“Nope! No more television for today. At least not until we talk about what just happened here.”

“All that happened was some FUCKING BITCH turned off the television!”

“New rule: no name-calling people are trying to help you.”

“Shut up asshole!”

“Already broke it.”

“Loki, do you remember what you talked about with Dr. Strange yesterday?”

That caused a change. The young man seemed to shrink and became suddenly fascinated with the fabric of the rug. He nodded slowly.

“Do you think maybe it would be wise if we pick up where you left off?”

Loki shrugged, standing up and swaying slightly. “In the office again?”

“Until I get in the habit of carrying around a recorder, afraid so.”

“C-can Val come with us again?”

“Of course. Whatever makes it easier.”

~2009~

They were unsure how long they had been down here, in the dark. The few people who had come by to look at them and replace the bucket that served as their toilet didn’t exactly come on a regular schedule. Nor were they chatty. They usually just threatened them if to not make an escape attempt, brandishing their guns at them. They hadn’t eaten anything in what felt like days. They had been given water, but only just enough it seemed. There was no blanket or material to make anything resembling a bed. There was a patch of the wall that was warmer than the rest, but it was close to the door. And the brutes had a habit of throwing open the door. Thor nearly had his nose broken once.

The door opened once more. The light behind it was so bright compared to the room they were in that they drew back, shielding their eyes.

“Ah, you are behaving today!” The voice was familiar. It sent a shiver down Loki’s spine.

‘Malcolm’ entered the rook followed by four men. He was wearing tailored pants and a ridiculous paisley shirt. He smelled of spiced cologne. His hands were in his pockets and he made a small gesture with his head. A fifth man entered, bringing in a chair before retreating out once more.

As he daintily sat and crossed his legs, he smiled. “My you boys must really be bored. Nothing really to do here. Well, there’s ah ha one thing I guess you can be doing here.” He winked and all four of the men laughed on cue. The brothers kept silent. The man sighed. “To business I sup-”

“You won’t get away with this!” Thor barked, trying to stand. The man nearest him pushed him back down.

“Rule one, sweetheart. No interrupting me. You wait to sp-”

“Our Father knows men in the FBI! And Police Commissioner!” Loki shouted.

'Malcolm’ sighed and rubbed his temple. “I didn’t want the to do this the first day.” He snapped his fingers and all four men withdrew handguns from their belts, pointing them straight at Loki. The young man cried out and Thor immediately threw himself over his brother.

“Hey now, nothing’s going to happen! Not if you both behave. I said, don’t interrupt me. So don’t interrupt me. Very simple. Now, do either of you know who I am?”

Again the brothers were silent.

“It’s okay if you don’t. My name is En Dwi Gast. Though everyone calls me by my title; The Grandmaster.”

Thor swore quietly and Loki’s eyes widened. Everyone in New York knew the Grandmaster.

“See you do know me!” Gast clapped his hands excitedly. “Now, I don’t really need for you to introduce yourselves. Thor Valhalla, oldest son second child of Odin Valhalla the famous attorney who has made his boned in the international diplomacy trade. And you are Loki Valhalla, adopted son of Odin. Your original Father was Laufey Jotunheim, who died as part of a peace delegation. Your birth Mother gave you to her friend Frigga before she took that last bow.”

“You can get all this from a Google search or day at the god damn library with an up to date periodical section,” Thor growled. He had waited until Grandmaster stopped speaking.

The man shrugged. “They said I was a lazy student in school.” He stroked his chin. “You two hungry?”

It was a surreal moment. He had asked like they were in the middle of an interview or had been visiting. It had been asked casually, ignoring the guns and the bucket of human waste in the corner. He stood and nodded. “Come on. Let’s see if we can’t fill your bellies.”

They used one another as a crutch as they were forced and follow him out of the room. They were surrounded by men with guns and they were too weak to really break free.

Gast led them to another room that had been set up with a folding table and three chairs. He waved each into a chair. He smiled eagerly at them. Sitting between them, he waved over two women with silver serving trays. In front of Loki they placed a bowl of soup, Minestrone, his favorite. Thor had been given a Monte Cristo. They stared at one another over their plates: the meal was a familiar one. They had had it before. It was the last lunch they had ordered when their Mother had come into the city to visit.

“You know, Frigga is a beautiful woman,” Gast was saying. He had been handed a folder and he was going through it, slowly and with exaggerated care. He took out a photograph and put it in the center of the table. Frigga, Loki, and, Thor were sitting outside a cafe, laughing as Hela moved to sit down with them. “I mean, you tell me she has kids in her twenties and I wouldn’t believe it. Good genes.” His eyes swept over Thor. “Good genes.”

“What do you want from us?”

“Right now, I want you to eat. Your hungry, aren’t you sweetheart? Eat something for me. Please?”

The meal tasted of ash and salt. But they both ate every last bite.

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Anything You Want -1-

AN: So this is the first part of a request I got from an anon who wanted a Pretty Woman inspired story with Bruce. It’ll only be two or three chapters (four at the most). Enjoy!

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to the cold, it just seemed like winters in Gotham were designed to kick your ass. Your breath appears in front of you as you breathe out. You’d been shivering since you had left your apartment, but now that the snow was beginning to fall you didn’t know if all the shivering in the world would stimulate your body to keep you warm. You would put on the fur jacket that you had casually swung over your arm, but that closes the opportunity for your customers to notice the goods you had so readily on display. Not that your exposure had been doing you much good anyway. It was a slow night. Only one or two cars had stopped so far and none of them had seemed interested in what you had to offer.

Leaning back against the wall and brining a cigarette up to your lips you watch as a car rolls to a complete stop in front of the group of girls waiting with you. It’s a nice car from what you can see, more than nice judging by the ‘oohs’ that ran through the crowd of women.

A cry of “Back off!” rang through the crowd and the girls kept themselves from crowding around the vehicle.

A form that you recognize as your friend Kayla stands in the middle, blocking the crowd. She beckons you over and runs a practiced hand through her dyed platinum blonde hair in exasperation.

“She’s got to pay her rent at the end of the week!” She reasoned with some of the more frustrated girls as you worked your way through the mass of upset women.

At her plea they back off, albeit with some grumbles.

A crooked smile works its way over her brown features and she gives you a slight pat on your rear for encouragement.

“Go get’em girlie,” she says with a thumb up.

“Thanks for the help,” you say in passing as your run a hand through your own hair in an attempt to fluff and make it more appealing.

You walk up to the car, throat tightening with nerves. Kayla was right, you did need to make this sell, your landlord was always on your ass when it came to your rent. You choked it up to the fact that you were in a rent controlled room and if he could kick you out he’d be able to raise the amount of money that he could get. A day late and he’d start the eviction papers.

The car is a glossy gray color and even in the black of night it shines slightly, whoever this was, they had money.

You raise your hand and knock on the window of the car and after a few seconds of waiting the dark window begins to descend.

“Looking for a good time?” You question.

At first the owner of the car doesn’t react, doesn’t turn his gaze to look at you almost like he’s lost so deep in his thoughts he can’t hear you.

Irritated, you bang on the door of the car trying to gain his attention, in response his sharp blue eyes turn to take in your form.

“I said, ‘Looking for a good time?’” you repeat.

He eyes you for a moment before he lets a charming smile roll over his features.

“I’m looking more for directions than entertainment.”

“I can provide both and they both still cost. Five dollars for directions.”

He looks at you incredulously, and holds up his phone, “I don’t exactly need your help, do I?”

“Ain’t no service around here, you’ll be driving around in circles waiting for that thing to kick in,” you say with a smack of your lips.

He looks down at his cell phone and you don’t miss the twitch of annoyance that rolls over his lips when he sees that you are right.

“Price went up to ten dollars.”

He looks at you for a moment eyes narrowing at your price jacking. “You wouldn’t happen to have change for a twenty, would you?”

Your eyes light up with glee as you watch the man start to fumble with his wallet. Instead of giving him time to look for the appropriate amount, you grab the handle and slide in the car.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go for twenty dollars,” you say with a pleasant smile.

He takes in your rather scantily clad form with a raised eyebrow, “Isn’t it a bit chilly outside?”

You looked down at your high heeled boots, mini skirt, and crop top and huffed as you laid your jacket over your exposed form, “I’ve developed a tolerance to the cold.”

“I’m sure.”

“So, where are you trying to go?”

“The Crown, you know it? I’m supposed to be there right now for a benefit.”

You shake your head and let out a chuckle, “You’re a long way away from there.”

“I figured,” he said turning the key and letting the engine of the car turn over.

“Head straight and make a left at the light,” you say taking in luxury of the car and rubbing the seat. “Is this actual leather?”

“Yes,” he says not bothering to take his eyes off the road.

“And you can barely hear the engine,” you say in amazement. “It’s not like the piece of junk my dad used have. Cracked cloth seats, engine so loud you couldn’t hear the radio, not mention the black cloud coming out of the tail pipe. It was horrible. Make a right up here and get on the freeway.”

“Oh, really?” He asked after he follows your directions. “Was the car special? Didn’t have the heart to get rid of it?”

“No, we just couldn’t afford a new one,” you say looking out of the window and watching the lights of the city pass by. “Take the next exit then turn right.”

“I’m sorry, was it hard growing up?”

“Could have been better, could have been worse.”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye as he comes to stop at a stop light, “What’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” You ask turning your gaze to meet his blue eyes with a smirk.

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a slightly disproving look and you mumble your name and turn back to look out the window. You close your eyes and sink into the seat, and you let out a slight groan of irritation.

“What’s wrong?”

“Only the fact that your car seat is more comfortable than my spring mattress and that it’s totally unfair. Keeping going straight for a while now.”

“How much do…people in your profession make?” He questions. You roll your head and open an eye to look at his handsome face.

“Out of my group back there? Most people charge anywhere from twenty to three hundred, depends on what you’re looking for and who you’re looking to do it with,” you say with a shrug.

“Three hundred a night?”

“An hour.”

You watch as his eyes enlarge slightly at the revelation, “And how much do you…charge?”

“Two hundred,” you say with a wink and slightly pulling the edge of your skirt up to flash more skin then you’d been showing.

“Two Hundred an hour and you can’t afford a better mattress?”

“Times are slow. The johns get scared off thinking that the Batman is going to get them, even when we tell the he’s not going to come. They’re always afraid he’s going to jam them up somehow. He’s really cutting into a working girls lively hood, y’know,” you say with an exasperated sigh. “That and it’s hard to pay rent when your roommate snorts the rent money.”

“Sorry,” he says.

“Don’t apologize. You aren’t Batman, are you?”

“No.”

“You aren’t selling my roommate coke, are you?”

“No.”

“Then don’t say sorry,” You say with a shrug. You feel a smirk rise to your features and your rest a hand on his large thigh. “You can ease a girl’s worries though.”

He looks at the smirk on your face and one matching your own curls across his. You think that he’s going to give in, especially when you note the way his eyes darken at the proposition.

However, he shakes his head and a more amused smile replaces the smirk. You roll your eyes and remove your hand.

“Turn left and we’re there.”

True to your word, the moment the car turned down the road he could see the familiar sight of The Crown Hotel.

He pulls up in front of the hotel and parks. Almost immediately the valet runs to your side of the vehicle. When the door opens the valet visibly pales at your appearances and almost jumps back.

Your mystery man, having already left his side of the car, uses his arm to push the man back from you and gives him a slight glare before he offers you his hand.

“Will you be needing your car anymore this evening, sir?” The valet asks.

He doesn’t turn his gaze from you as he shakes his head and hands the man the keys.

“So, this is it,” he says releasing your hand.

“Appears so,” you respond with a shrug. You examine your surroundings and see a bus stop not too far down the street. “Have fun at your fancy party.”

“I will,” he says giving you another one of his charming smiles. “You be safe on your way back to your office.”

You chuckle, “All the people I’d have to be safe from are the ones that keep that office running.”

“I suppose so.”

You toss him a wave and start down the street, going to sit on the cold wooden bench and wait for the next bus. Maybe if you got lucky there would be a customer willing to take you back to “your office” when you were finished.

***

Bruce watched as the woman went and sat down and wondered if she felt as conflicted as he did.

Was it right just to leave her there? He didn’t know. He knew it was part of her occupation to wonder the dark streets at night, but he couldn’t bring himself to willingly ignore the fact that she was putting herself in danger.

He checks his watch and sees how late it is, at almost one in the morning, the benefit was surely over. He could deal with a few angry socialites by cutting them a check.

He bites the inside of his cheek contemplating his next course of action, but the woman makes his mind up for him when he sees her rub at her shoulders, slightly shuddering from the cold.

Coolly, he walks over to where she’s sitting.

“Isn’t it chilly?”

She turns to look back at him, with slightly wide eyes, probably wondering why he hadn’t gone inside yet.

“A little,” she admits casually. “But I can’t afford not to be on display, rents due at the end of the week.”

“So, you’re just going to wait here for a bus and hope you don’t turn into a popsicle?”

“Or a client who doesn’t mind turning on the heater in his car could show up, there is always that possibility.”

He looks at her soberly, not liking the idea of her getting in some stranger’s car the way that she had with him. There were so many people who would willingly hurt a person in her profession, and then blame the victim.

He rocks slightly on his heels for a moment, unsure about how to pose his next question.

“What’s your name?” She says looking at him with doe eyes. She was young, certainly old enough to be rather street smart but a least a decade younger than he was.

“Bruce,” he responds being coy. He doesn’t give her his last name, and he wonders if she ‘ll put together who he is.

“Bruce,” she repeats and then flashes him a toothy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Bruce.”

Her hand juts out at him and she waits for him to shake it. He takes it willingly and with a smile, and he’s slightly surprised by the conflicting textures on her hand. The palms are soft, the way he expected it to be, but her knuckles are slightly callused. His thumb lingers for too long on the back of her knuckles and she forcefully pulls her hand away from him.

He watches as she ashamedly holds her hand close to her chest, and her mouth falls into a natural pout. “Not everyone is nice like you, okay?”

So, they were rough from fighting someone off, maybe multiple people. He feels his heart thud in worry as she turns away from him, and he knows he can’t let her leave.

“Would you like to come up with me?”

“Hmm?” she questions turning back to face him with a cock of her eyebrow.

“Would you like to come up to my room with me?”

She pauses for a moment, searching his eyes, wondering if he was honestly asking what she thought he was, and she smiles when she finds her answer. She pushes herself off the bench and slips her faux fur coat on.

“Let’s go,” she says taking his hand and starting to pull him toward the hotel.

He squeezes her hand gently and it causes her to stop and look back at the man with a curious gaze.

“As much as I like your outfit,” he says eyes stopping at her midriff, where both her coat and shirt stopped, before running over her exposed legs. “This kind of place is full of fuddy-duddies who aren’t going to be so fond of your choices.”

“What should I do then?” she questions.

Bruce quickly looks to the curb and notices that his car is gone, the valet had already taken it back, and so there was no way he could get his trench coat from the back of the car. He begins to unbutton his suit jacket. He’s taller than her and much more broad and so he imagines that once he puts the jacket on her that it will at least fall to her mid-thigh and meet with the top of her boots.

When he puts the clothing on her shoulders, he watches with an amused smile as she slips her arms through the larger holes of his jacket. She smooths the fabric down before doing a slight twirl.

“Acceptable?” She questions.

“More than,” he says with a smile and grabbing her hand leading her into the building.

The moment that their feet cross the threshold of the building they almost simultaneously let out a sigh of relief at the heat the floods their senses

Bruce’s eyes quickly find the check-in desk and he moves to pull the both of them in that direction, but finds that his companion is almost immovable.

He turns to looks back at her and sees her slightly gapping at the high ceilings, chandleries, and gold trim of the lobby.

“You okay?” He asks in a soothing tone as he notices her eyes dart back and forth between the decorations and the people who are now giving her a more than curious glance.

“Yeah, I just-,” Her eyes flutter around nervously for a second and he wonders if she realizes how tightly she’s squeezing his hand. “I’m fine.”

“All right,” he says and begins to move in the direction of the desk.

He can hear the whispers coming from the patrons at the hotel, most likely spillover from the benefit who either hadn’t left yet or gone to their rooms, wondering why he’d not shown up and why he was here with her.

“I need my room tonight,” he says with a smile as the receptionist greets him. The blonde woman in front of him casts a glance at his companion but ignores her after the first onceover. He is curious as to how many times she’s seen men like him bring a person of his companion’s profession in here.

“Of course, Mr. Wayne,” she says as she begins printing out his key cards. “The penthouse is always open for you.”

“Thank you,” he says with a sterling smile. He pauses, however when she only slides him one card. “I’ll need another.”

“Oh,” she says with slightly wide eyes again glancing at his companion who’s currently ignoring the both of them and trying to make herself seem smaller. “Of course, sir.”

“Thank you,” he says when she gives him the other card.

Its silent for the most part when they walk through the lobby, people too concerned about staring down his young companion to focus on the conversations that they were having. When they stop in front of the elevator there is a couple chatting there but all chatter stops when they see the couple.

“Mr. Wayne,” the man starts, “We didn’t see you at the benefit.”

“I got lost and needed some help finding the place,” he says with a smile.

“Of course, of course,” the older man replies. “Gotham can be so confusing at night, especially when the criminals come out, it’s like the streets change. I imagine to those that know them well though, the streets in day are the strange places.”

It’s not a good barb, nothing incredibly intelligent about it, but it causes his companion to flinch anyway. He watches as she casts her gaze over her shoulder. Something surprising happens when she sees the man though, her eyes seem to light up in recognition.

“Carl, isn’t it?” She questions. “Honey says she is raising the prices on her special services so the next time you want to call her “Mommy” it’ll be an extra fifty.”

Carl seems to melt in embarrassment as the woman next to him, whom Bruce assumed was his wife, turned and looked at him with fire in her eyes.

The elevator dings and the doors open and Bruce and the young woman walk in. When the doors close, they can hear Carl scream, “It’s a case of mistaken identity!”

“A little vindictive, are we?” Bruce asks as he hits the button for the top floor.

“Well I couldn’t let everyone just walk all over me, could I?” She says taking her hand from his and crossing her arms over her chest. “I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

“I don’t blame you,” he says with a shrug.

“I wouldn’t care if you did.”

He tilts his gaze to look at the woman, for the most part he believed her, but the way she clung onto him while they walked through the lobby caused him to think otherwise.

The elevator stops with a ding at the top floor and opens into the penthouse.

She seems slightly confused for a moment. There is no door or hallway. The elevator just opened and presto they’re in the room.

Tentatively she steps out and examines the penthouse. Bruce walks behind her slowly, taking in her reaction. She spins slightly causing her heels to click on the white marble floor. She catches the windowed walls that give an amazing view of the city and she goes to take in the sight.

“I don’t remember the last time I was so high up before,” she mumbles as she presses herself against the glass, trying to ingrain the view of Gotham’s city lights into her mind so she wouldn’t forget what it looked like when she left.

Bruce watched her take in the room and moved to sit on one of the couches himself.

She came back a few minutes later and stood in front of the waiting Billionaire. “You know this place is as big as my whole floor in my apartment building. Do you know how many people could live in here?”

“I’ve never thought about it,” he says and then reaches for the phone sitting on the end table. “Thirsty?”

“Yeah,” she says beginning to shrug off his coat. “Can I have some coke?”

He looks at her and smiles. Along with the Coca Cola her orders her a bottle of champagne and a platter of fruit.

“And chocolate!” she adds.

And chocolate.

When he hangs up the phone he finds her wide eyes examining him with curiosity.

“So, are we going to do this?”

He’s slightly caught off guard by her forwardness, “Already?”

“I’m sure you know time is money, Mr. Wayne.”

“You know?”

“I’m not stupid, I’ve lived in Gotham for years now, I’d have to be living under a rock to at least not have heard of you,” she says arms crossing over her chest. “But that isn’t important. How long am I here and do you have the cash to pay me, is.”

“A business woman, then,” he says with a smirk crossing his features.

“Have to be.”

“I was thinking that you could stay the whole night.”

She pauses for a moment, “All of it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s expensive.”

“You know who I am.”

Her eyes fill with a bit of playfulness at his cocky response, “I’ve met rich guys before who still didn’t want to pay the fee.”

“That’s not me.”

“No, it doesn’t seem like it.”

There is a shrill ringing sound that comes from where the elevator doors are and it causes her to jump in surprise. Bruce calmly presses a button on the phone and the door opens to reveal a server with the tray of items’ he’d ordered.

“Here we are, sir,” the man says rolling in. He stops when she gets up and looks at the items on the cart.

She grabs a chocolate bar off the cart and takes it from him and pushes it into the middle of the living room, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” the server says slightly confused by her presence, but he exits the room with no fuss.

“This is good,” she says biting into the chocolate bar as she sits back down on the couch.

“I’m glad you like it.”

She stares at him for a moment, letting the chocolate melt in her mouth before swallowing, “What is it that you want?”

He gives her a questioning glance.

“I mean, you certainly weren’t looking for sex tonight, so why am I here?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, trying to figure out how best to voice his thoughts, “When I saw you sitting on that bench, and realized that you would be alone, that anyone could come and hurt you anyway they wanted I couldn’t just let you go.”

“I’m a big girl and I’ve been doing this for a long time,” she says standing up. She places the wrapper of the chocolate bar down and begins to remove her fur coat. “That also means, I preferred to get paid up front.”

“How much?”

“When do you want me gone?”

“When do you wake up in the morning?”

“It depends on how late of night I had.”

“Tell you what, when you wake up in the morning we’ll count the hours and I’ll pay you then.”

She looks at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She doesn’t think he’s stupid nor does she think he would try to skimp on her money, but he definitely wasn’t acknowledging the ‘paid up front’ part of the equation.

“Sixteen hundred minimum, up front, right now,” she says arms crossed.

He raises an eyebrow at her price, “Eight hours?”

“That’s the recommended amount of a good night’s rest, isn’t it? If you say we’ll count the hours I need some proof that you’ll at least give me the bare minimum.”

“Cash?”

“Or credit,” she says with a smirk. “I’m more than accommodating.”

“You are astounding,” he says after a pause.

“I do business in the modern world, people don’t usually carry cash like that anymore.”

“Here,” he says pulling a credit card out of his wallet and holding it out to her. “Take what you need.”

She slowly takes the black card from his hand and looks at him warily, “What I need?”

“You said you needed rent and a bed, didn’t you?” He questions as he stands to open the bottle of champagne and pour each of them a glass. “I’m sure there something else you need, so take it.”

He passed her a glass and sat back down in his chair. She did the same, opting to place her glass between her thighs while she dug for her phone in her jacket pocket. When she takes her phone in her hand she meets his gaze again and he nods. She opens the cash app on her phone and proceeds to enter the information on his card. When it came to the amount that she wanted to charge him she hesitated for a moment, wanting to take him up on his offer.

There was plenty that she needed. She needed to get out of her shitty apartment and away from her cokehead roommate. She needed fresh food and clothes and other basic necessities. There lists of things she could justify that she needed and she doubt he would even notice how much money was gone if she took what she needed. However, she considered herself an honorable person. She couldn’t charge for services that she didn’t provide, and so far, the only thing that she had promised him was that she’d stay for eight hours.

With a sigh, she punched in sixteen-hundred dollars pressed enter and handed the card back to the man who was sitting across from her.

“I’m all yours,” she said draining her flute of champagne. “So, what is it that you want to do?”

Filthy images ran through Bruce’s mind as he examined the girl. He hadn’t thought about seriously taking her up on her offer, he didn’t usually give people money in expectation for sex. However, he was feeling slightly conflicted, as he was extremely attracted to the woman, but would feel guilty almost like he was taking advantage of her if her took her services. He decided if she offered he wouldn’t refuse, but he wouldn’t press her for it.

“You aren’t a bad person if you want to fuck me,” she pipes up suddenly. Her words surprised him. “I can see you thinking. I’m choosing to have sex with you and in return you give me money. It’s a transaction that happens millions of times a day.”

Bruce feels his chest tighten when he watches her place her glass on the table and began unzipping her boots. He swallowed thickly as she reveals her shapely legs. She stands and removes her crop top revealing her bra.

“We can do whatever you want to do, I don’t mind,” she says as she places one leg on either side of him. She drops her face in front of his and stares into his lust filled darkening blue eyes. “Just no kissing on the lips.”

Bruce cocks an eyebrow at her strange request but he nods quickly when he feels her hips grind into his. His hands find themselves attached to the exposed sides of her hips and he can feel her shiver with when his rough hand run over her soft skin.

Her arms drape around his neck and dip into the back of his shirt. He hast to stop himself from shuddering when he feels the point of her nails dig lightly into his skin.

“Can you follow that one rule?”

His blue eyes glanced into her curious ones he nods. She smiles when he does and dips her head into his neck where she began laying small kisses. It’s a small affection and but the heat of her body on his and the slight smacking that occurs each time she pulls her lips away have him becoming so sensitive that the entity of his skin feels like it’s on fire.

He begins to widen the placement of his feet and his hand find themselves moving from her hips to just under her thighs. He grips them tightly and she pulls back to look at him confusedly.

“What’s wr-” she starts but she doesn’t get a chance to finish as Bruce stands and brings her with him. Her legs lock around his waist and she uses her arms to pull herself closer to him.

She blinks up at him confused at his sudden desire to move.

“I’d rather not be stuck in a living room chair all night,” he says as he brings the both of them to the master bedroom.

She nods in understanding and resumes her ministrations as he walks.

When they’ve arrive to the bedroom, he quickly closes the door behind them. He places her on the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. His throat tightens when he watches her peel her small skirt off her body, leaving her completely in her underwear.

She uses the head board to support her back and stretches her arms out to him.

“Hurry make the most out of your time, eight hours will come and go faster than you know it.”

There is a sinful smirk that paints itself on her pretty lips and his bourgeoning erection becomes almost painful, and he knows he’s going to take full advantage of everything he’s paid for.

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