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Wrecked
By: the wierd sisters
Warnings: sex
a/n: is a corollary to the black
queen-runs in the same universe.

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Noel dropped her briefcase the minute she was in Bruce
Wayne�s office, his hands threading through her hair, bodily shoving her up
against the closed door, one strong thigh forcing its way between her legs.
She grunted in surprise before her hands found their way to
the back of his head, pressing her entire body against his, from shoulder to
groin and moaned into his mouth.
This should not be happening, primarily because it was
against every code of ethics she had, sleeping with a patient-especially Bruce Wayne.
The man slept with everyone and she had made it this long without doing so-this
was going to break everything and god if his mouth kept doing that she might
faint or forget herself and let him fuck her through the wall.
It took every ounce of strength and willpower she possessed
to drag her mouth from his and shove him away, he stumbled, surprised, eyes
wide and pupils blown entirely. Leaving the faintest ridge of
gold-brown around the disc of his pupil.
He swore roughly and she panted for breath, �Are you insane?
Have you lost every last ounce of propriety? Are you really that desperate? I
am fully aware of just how�easy you are Mr. Wayne. You do not need to prove it
by attempting to sleep with me!�
Her groin alternately ached and throbbed with pain and want
and she drew a deep breath to steady herself before swiftly retrieving her
briefcase and maneuvering around him to seat herself
on the lounge by the glass wall overlooking Gotham.
�Sit down and tell me why you chose today of all days
to�maul me.�
Bruce, up until this point in time had been staring at the
place against his door where he�d only previously had Noel pinned, spun
abruptly on one heel and dropped into a sprawl on the lounge beside her.
�You�ve been seeing me for three months. I figured we should commemorate the
occasion Doc�you�re probably my longest relationship with a woman not counting Rach- or that Russian ballerina...whatsername��
The casual way he spoke of his former friend told Noel
everything she needed to know and she scribbled something in her notebook, �Get
something to drink Mr. Wayne, and tell me about your week.�
Bruce stood and moved to the small cabinet set against the
opposite wall, pulling out a clean cut bottle of scotch and pouring equal
amounts into two clear tumblers. He brought them over, handing one to Noel and
then sitting again, legs splayed open in his casual style.
�Not a whole lot, did a few meetings, oversaw a couple corporate
takeovers, a mergers�the usual.�
Noel nodded and sipped from the glass, distractedly while
righting with her opposite hand.
Bruce frowned, �You�re ambidextrous?�
Noel glanced up, �Yes.�
He arched an eyebrow, �Is it natural or learned?�
She waved the glass somewhat airily, �Learned. I broke my
arm when I was sixteen.�
�You don�t strike me as the type to break limbs willy nilly.�
�First�please never repeat that phrase in my presence. It is
inane and you are not an inane man, second of all it was a skateboarding
accident.�
Bruce snorted and hid it behind his glass and a drink of the
scotch, �This sounds interesting�do tell.�
She leveled a blank glare at him.
�Awe c�mon Doc. You�ve spent three months virtually
interrogating me, I have to drag things out of you�let
me have this�you know. To signify our anniversary or
something.�

Noel sighed, �I was a boarder in a home for girls in Blϋdhaven.�
Bruce felt his eyes go wide, �Wait�you were an orphan?!�
She nodded and set her pad of paper aside momentarily, �I
was born in San Francisco�but for some insane reason my mother felt the need to
move to Blϋdhaven when I was three. I don�t
understand nor question the motives of hookers or drug addicts and my mother
was both. She would have done anything for her next high- she died when I was
nine. I was promptly passed into foster care. It was an illuminating experience
for me.�
Bruce stared, �You�re�incredibly well adjusted for something
like that to have happened.�
Noel let her face split into a wry grin and Bruce was
stunned for a moment, �Mr. Wayne�one�s childhood does not dictate who or what a
person becomes. They�re actions and how they let their actions affect them does.�
�Again�incredibly well adjusted.�
She rolled her eyes and took another sip of scotch.
�Sorry�you were saying.�
�Yes�anyways, my roommate at the time; Claire decided for my
birthday she wished to teach me how to skateboard.�
�I take your behavior to mean it didn�t go so well?�
�Mr. Wayne I have all the coordination of something
distinctly uncoordinated. Which is to say that I have no coordination at all and doing things
that require any level of balance are near to impossible for me.�
He let out an abrupt laugh and set his glass aside, �You do
have a sense of humor, for a while I thought you were a robot.�
�I have my moments Mr. Wayne.�
�Indeed�please go on.�
�It was afternoon and the street was surprisingly empty
given the location, Claire had a sink or swim philosophy in regards to
virtually everything, so she put me on the board and shoved me down a hill.
Suffice it to say that I was very lucky the only thing I broke was my arm.�
�Ouch��
�I had six hairline fractures in my left humerus,
two clean breaks in the radius and for partial fractures in the ulna. I also
severely bruised my clavicle and tore several ligaments and tendons in my
shoulder and back.�
�And again. Ouch.�
�Yes-I had to learn to not only write, but to write legibly
with my right hand as I did not have the use of my left for nearly a year, and
by that point in time I had to go through physical therapy and reteach myself to write with my left hand.�
�And you just...continued to switch off back and forth since
then?�
�Yes, sometimes my arm will still give me trouble, but more
and more often I find that I simply switch off involuntarily.�
�That�s�really interesting actually.�
�Thank you, glad to know there is something interesting
about me that draws your attention.�
Bruce smirked and quite suddenly he was on her again,
ignoring the sensible shoes and the way her thighs were crossed sideways across
the lounge, or that it was probably a very uncomfortable position, his mouth
inches from hers, �There are a great many things about you I find interesting
Doc.�
Noel swallowed hard, and set her glass down, �Mr. Wayne-�
�Bruce�you know things about me that I don�t really let
anyone else know. So call me Bruce.�
She grouched, �This is hardly professional Mr. Wa-Bruce.�
He grinned in response and pressed his mouth to the smooth
skin just beneath her right ear, �What I want to do to you is hardly
professional Doc.�
�Noel�if you�re going to insist on invading my personal
space, at least use my name.�
She could feel his smile against her neck, �Noel.� And it
was like a wave of heat poured out of those two syllables and his lips were
sliding down her throat, the slight scrape of stubble a dry burn over her skin.
Her chest hitched imperceptibly and her hands curled around
his head, �We should not be doing this�� His lips found the v of her blouse, teeth scraping over the cloth and dragging the
buttons open to reveal more of her skin.
Bruce was entranced, �Screw what we should or should not be
doing Doc�don�t you ever just�let go?� His mouth a
particularly interesting freckly just below her collarbone and he buside himself with kissing and marking the area pointedly.
She squirmed beneath him, green eyes going soft and hazy,
�No. I don�t.�
He paused, �You�re not a virgin are you?�
The suddenness of the question caught her off guard and she
let out a breathless laugh, �No I am not, and have not been one since I was
seventeen Mr. Wayne.� She met his grin with a long-suffering sigh and shifted
as if to pull away only to find his body blocking her escape and his hands
sliding down the smooth silk of her blouse. Dexterously undoing button after
button his mouth sliding into a wider grin at every inch or so of newly
revealed skin.
�God�you�re incredible�I thought that when I first saw you��
He bent to nuzzle at her ear, arranging her legs so one was draped over the
back of the lounge, the over sliding down-shoe scraping the floor.
He gripped the fleshy lobe of her ear between his teeth and
tugged gently, murmuring, �I was overcome with the urge to see you undone.� He
bit her neck and listened to her sharp gasp of breath, his hands separating the
folds of her blouse, too distracted by the skin of her neck at the moment, �I
wanted to see you spread out beneath me. Flush, wanting, gasping my name.�
She trembled and arched into clever hands, �That is�� That
was a great deal of very vivid sensory imagery and it left her writhing, hips
tilting up as if possessed of a mind of their own. Muscles clamping and
flexing, �Very interesting�given you had only just met me.�
He chuckled, low and rough against the dip of her
collarbone, �No what�s interesting is that it took me three months to realize why.�
He paused, listening to her struggle to even her breathing,
feeling the heat emanating from between her thighs, and with a traitorous smirk
he brought his knee up and ground it against the moist v of her vagina. The
resulting moan sent a sliver of heat through him, fanning the heat of his
desire hotter.
She muttered a succinct, �Fuck�� Against his shoulder and
bit him sharply.
He chuckled and she bit him again, �Tell me why.�
He rubbed against her again, teasingly and waited for her to
catch her breath, �You were too done up. Too proper.
Everyone woman I�ve come across�.they�re always made up-wanting something.
You�you never once let on you were attracted to me�nothing effected you�� He
growled and let his hands cup the heavy swell of her breasts, �Half the time I
didn�t even notice it.�
She pressed up into his hands and then he noticed the
scratchy-silky feeling of cloth against his hands and glanced down. And paused,
ignoring her growl of frustration.
�Black lace?�
She drew back, �Every woman has a vice Mr. Wayne. Mine
happens to be naughty underwear. Do you have a problem with that?�
His eyes were narrow, but his pupils were completely dilated
and he shook his head, �No problem�but I�m never going to be able to look at
you done up and proper again without seeing you in this�have you been hiding
this under your clothing all this time?� And that was mind-blowing�thinking
back to all the times she�d worn a skirt and she�d-had she been wearing a
garter?
He searched his memory for a slip of belt, or stocking and
had the fleeting image of white silk, glossy and small bows before the hem of a
dark gray skirt was tugged down and he bent his head and captured one dark
nipple between his teeth and gently worried it.
Noel groaned and threw her head back, �Bruce.�
The dark haired hero drew back, an eyebrow quirking upward,
�What is it Doc?�
She pushed him away, �I don�t fuck before a first date.�
His grin said all she needed to know about what he was
thinking. His hands slid down her legs and then up the inside of her thighs,
�Never said anything about fucking you. Not yet at least�� His mouth lowered
again to her chest, to the dip between her breasts.
Nimble fingers found their way to her slacks and he pressed
sharply up against her with the heel of one hand. Smirking knowingly into the
soft curve of her stomach when her hips jolted up and she ground against the
firm surface of his hand.
�Jesus fuck�Bruce...you--�
He growled and reached up, yanking her pants off quickly, �Off�off
I want these off!�
Noel snorted, �Issuing orders Bruce--?�
The pants and underwear hit the floor, and Bruce didn�t even
both commenting, but grabbed Noel's hands and spread them out above her head
until Noel was splayed out, hips twisting, back arching, stomach sliding up
against his cock like it was the best thing ever. She tore her hands out of Bruce�s
grip and sank her fingers into his hair and yanked him down and fuck. Noel
worked out, and how had Bruce not known
that?
All that compact muscle hidden under deceptively soft
curves. "I want�"
Bruce tore himself away from Noel's mouth and pushed himself
back off the lounge, sliding down to land on his knees with a thud.
Noel sat up abruptly, lips twisting into a scowl, chest
heaving, elbows tangled in her white blouse, breasts hidden beneath the deceptively
soft black lace bra, "Where are you�what? Get back here!"
Bruce ignored her in favor of grabbing her by the legs and
dragging on and then the other off the edge of the lounge in front of him. He
put a hand to either knee and pushed them apart with a raised brow, head
lifting to give Noel an imploring look.

"Oh my god, you're�"

And Noel's legs fell open like a gift.
"Yes," Bruce breathed, bent his head, and went to
work.
Slow at first. His lips sliding in soft against the wet
folds between Noel's legs, and he teased lower over the brunette�s clit with
his teeth, not enough to hurt, just enough to let her feel it. Noel's breathing
hitched, high and shocky at the delicious sensation.
Bruce dipped lower and thrust in with his tongue, slowly at first, going deeper
with each stroke, faster, muscle memory kicking in. He
was good at this. Bruce remembered being good at this.

Fuck he was good at this.

Noel�s soft gasp was lost to teeth clamping on her bottom lip, and then her
were hands dropping to clench in Bruce's hair, hard enough to hurt, legs
tensing around Bruce's head. Bruce wondered vaguely whether it counted as an
autoerotic asphyxiation kink that he was turned on by women who could smother
him with their thighs while he was going down on them because he couldn't even
remember the last time he'd been this turned on without coming all over
himself. (And the summer after his sixteenth birthday with that girl Colleen,
out back behind the manor totally didn�t count because he had come all over
himself, twice over before he�d even got in her and he always had loved going
down on women�this only cemented that feeling further).

His hands were clenched on Noel's hips, holding her down, and if he looked up
he could see the line of her stomach, the soft curve as she arched her back,
her hands in Bruce's hair the only thing keeping her vaguely upright.
Bruce just kept pushing deeper, harder, wanting to taste
everything, wanting to taste Noel come, wanted to feel it in the soft wet skin
shuddering against his mouth, bury himself in it. He
dug his fingers harder into Noel's hips and her distant moaning rose in pitch,
and then her legs were tensing, her fingers curling into fists and Bruce
couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe, didn't care.

Noel released him abruptly and Bruce fell back gasping, not quite sure if he
could even talk, staring up at Noel completely flushed and undone, her pale
green eyes dark and glazed over like she was high on the best kind of fucking
opiates. There was come smeared across the curved cushion of the cough and legs
and Bruce didn�t even remember fucking coming. He hadn�t even fucking touched
himself and all he could do was stare, could still fucking
taste Noel everywhere.
He cleared his throat and Noel collapsed back against the
couch and swore.
�Fuck�that�s what I�ve been putting off?�
And Bruce laughed, �It gets better.�
Noel swore again.
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