Gotham's Regents (Closed)

"Well keeping my hands to myself was never a guarantee. It would be really hard to soap up your. . .everything without my hands. Soap tastes bad so that's not really an option at the moment." Ben said helping her to the bathroom and starting up the water. He wasn't quite limping but he was leaning against the wall as he waited for the water to warm up.

"Thanks for the warning time since getting off planet may be necessary and if necessary I do know a guy with a Nullvoid projector, so as long as Grampa hasn't found out I can go hide in another dimension for a bit." He shrugged. "I'm also much more frightened of Batman than Supergirl. Hell I'm more scared you than Superman."

"And you mean regular cop right? Not super cop or alien cop or ninja cop? Well at least your the scariest person in your immediate family. . .I hope." Ben smiled. "Just making sure I have some clue of any potential hazards I stepped into cus dads and jealous ex's aren't always fun. Especially if they know you can take it. Of course given the last-" Ben looked down at the Omnitrix reflexively before rolling his eyes. While it did tell time even after a decade Ben couldn't actually read Galvan numbers and Azimuth refused to set it to Earth or Intergalactic Standard. Not that the latter would have helped Ben. "However long you've been wearing me out I can honestly say that nothing up to and including a fight with Vilgax and Kevin would make me regret this night."
 
Ben stepped into the shower along with Barbara immediately grabbing the soap and a washcloth and starting to lather it up before going to work on the redheaded beauty before him starting with her shoulders.

"Ex-Marine police officer with access to Batman power armor?" Ben shook his head. "We really need to get you a list of things that are considered polite to warn someone about before they make one of the best decisions of their lives. After all not everybody can escape to another dimension if they piss people off."

His hands were now down to the small of her back, taking his time to caress her hips. In his earlier. . .enthusiasm Ben hadn't fully noticed just how athletic she was and what an interesting change it was. She was definitely built of muscle the water just made her definition that much more apparently. It was of course flattering for his much less defined body as well. She wasn't hard though, just firm. His hands moved down over her buttocks.

"You are really going to hate me in the morning." He whispered his hands along with the washcloth slipping around her narrow waist then down between her thighs.
 
"It's already morning?" Ben asked. "Oh right. Bats are nocturnal. For the rest of us it's not morning until I wake up. It's still yesterday." He let one hand wander up over her stomach tracing the definition of her abs with some fascination. The other dropping the washcloth preferring skin on skin as his fingers circled her clit.

"Fine, I prefer you don't hate me. But even I'm gonna be sore soon."
 
Ben flushed slightly as a quick thought dashed through his mind of Batgirl and Ivy but he pushed that aside and kissed her back. "You are truly something else Barbara." He whispered pulling her up against him. She could feel his cock coming back to life bit by bit against her thigh. "I'm gonna hate me when I wake up though."
 
"Trust me, it won't be regret." Ben said just shy of boasting. "At least not over anything you did." He let the hot water cascade down over their nude bodyes pushing up against her slightly. His erection was back a little shocking even to him and nestled against her lips.
 
"Only the part where I know I'm going to be leaving you dissapointed at the end of the night. . .morning. . .day. Whatever." Ben said before pushing into her all at once forcing her up against the still cool tiles of her shower.
 
Ben was a little more patient at this point, to say nothing of the fact that he was starting to feel the nights events a little more acutely than his partner. So now he wasn't just hammering away at Barbara, he was grinding into her, slow and deep, Each time filling her with his masculine girth and lifting her up just slightly before lowering her back down. His green hued eyes were staring into her own a satisfied smile bending his features.
 
Ben nodded in agreement with her, continuing at that very dliberate pace. He wanted her to feel every single inch of him as it stretched freshly fucked hole open wide.
 
"Oh look at you." Been crooned into her ear. The feeling of her body convulsing around him was amazing. If this had been their first or even second time it would have thrown him into his own but this time he managed to keep going for almost another full minute and a half before he blew.

Ben was leaning against the wall, his body slightly heavy against Barbara's. "I hope I wasn't too disappointing for your first night."
 
Ben reached up and cradled the back of her head holding her against him until he was certain his legs would hold and then pulled back kissing her. "We should probably hurry up, if we collapse in here it's liable to hurt a lot more than out there." Ben said.
 
Ben took the lotion and smiled a bit following her back to the bed. "No, one does not want dry skin." He repeated laying her down on her belly and starting to work the lotion into her skin. "Dear god what possessed me to think I could keep up with you? I don't normally do anything all night. When you can have four arms and lift trucks even major fights aren't about endurance most of the time. You win your lose. Sure I'm winning. . .losing. . .never quite got how score is kept." Ben said letting the thought simmer for a moment if only to distract him from Babara.
 
Ben hadn't really noticed her scars earlier and couldn't stop himself from tracing them with his finger tips. He was trying to be subtle. Trying being both the operative word and open to interpretation. The man shouted 'it's hero time' before going into battle half the time. "Hmm? Oh, if you mean Four Arms specifically I'm in control, if you mean in general it's mostly me but every alien have their own. . .quirks. My grandpa once explained it all to me but biochemistry bores me and I think all it meant was that that some aliens are easy to piss off and when I'm one of them that comes out."

Ben moved his fingers down to her lower back then digging his fingers into her flesh. "Ghostfreak used to take over, and Rath. . .nobody is really sure if Rath is in charge or if that's just me with the dial turned up to fifteen and broken off. Imagine a human tiger that was raised by Macho Man Randy Savage and you'd have a pretty good idea. He's a treat."
 
"It's certainly not bringing another man to bed." Ben replied though a bit slowly. That was honestly a thought that had never really crossed his mind. Sure being able to see through walls was one thing but he'd never really thought about it. "Like I said it's still me." Ben replied a little more confidently.

"It's certainly kinky Ms. Gordon." He said as his fingers wandered lower on her anatomy, over her ripe buttocks and onto her thighs. "Guess it's not impossible to hurt a Bat is it? And here everybody says you're invincible." His fingers were at the hollow of her knee, then down to her calves and finally her feet experienceing every inch of her body down to her instep and between her toes.

"I am a little shocked a virgin girl came up with it. I don't suppose you're Catholic, I've heard all sorts of stories about what repression does to the mind. Not that I'd know. I'm generally more a see, want, have sort."
 
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