"Warmer?"

"Getting there--" she raised her face and lightly leaned forward to press her mouth to his. His kiss was soft and patient; Max relaxed. Another kiss followed, and she lost herself in the unexpected sweetness of his gentle taste. With a surge of daring, she timidly flicked her tongue against his lower lip; he smiled against her mouth. He took her head in his hands; deliberately he planted kisses just under her ear and down her throat. Max sighed as the heat flared up within her. Her hands went around the back of his neck, and this time when she opened her mouth to his, their tongues met in the wet caress of a far deeper tango.

Max groaned as her body's passion flared up, searing her senses. Wayne drew kisses from her, made her wriggle and sigh as they held each other. She tasted his chin, his earlobes, the bridge of his nose. Gravely amused, he let her explore his face before coming back to the seductive promise of his mouth. Max proved herself an apt pupil, and more than matched his intensity kiss by lick by nibble.

Gradually she shifted, straddling his lap, her hands slipping under the greatcoat to the black turtleneck beneath. Wayne sat back, watching her as she did so.

"Man you've got muscles . . ." she marveled softly. Wayne took her hands and guided them under the turtleneck, letting them touch the grizzled fur and taut wide pectorals of his chest. She hummed happily.

"That pit did you gooooood."

"Maybe," he conceded. "The looks are gone, but the body's still rejuvenated."

"And already had a good body to work with--" came her pleased voice. His laugh turned into a sigh as Max's hands slid over his nipples. Emboldened, she pulled his shirt up and gently rubbed her mouth across his broad chest, delighting in this personal power to make him react. Wayne's breathing was deeper; his eyes were half-closed. Max shivered again.

Deftly, Wayne's big hands slid up and under Max's heavy sweater, lightly caressing her warm skin. Impatient with that, she yanked the pullover up to her throat, completely exposing her full and lovely chest. Wayne sighed.

"Max--" something in the tone of his voice sent a surge through her that shattered the last of her hesitancy. She licked her full lips.

Wayne's hands cupped her slender back and pulled her to him; his tongue circled one dark nipple then the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His teeth gently closed down on the ruckered flesh in a slow and deliberate nip. Max squealed with pleasure, tossing her head back. Molten heat flushed her veins, giving her breathless delight. Together they managed to pull the sweater over her head and off of her; it lay discarded in an Angora heap on the back seat.

He was ruthlessly subtle, and infinitely patient, his hot press of his mouth leaving no inch unkissed; Max felt the flick of his tongue everywhere. She scrabbled with his shirt, his coat, her entire consciousness reduced to animal response, but he refused to rush anything. The dim half-light of the snowy night lent a dreamy aura to it all, taking away sharp definition but leaving the warmth and the scent.

Max finally pressed herself to him, bare chest to bare chest, hearing her own frantic heartbeat against the stronger rhythm of his. Her fingers knew his back, his strong shoulders, the hard lean lines of muscle so often hidden under the sober black of his clothing. She felt his hands press possessively down her spine to slide into her leggings and cup her buttocks.

"Max?" the bass whisper of his voice was softly offering her a chance to turn back; to stop. She shook her head fiercely, and yanked her Doc Martens off, hearing them thump heavily on the carpeted car floor.

"More," she demanded, biting her lips. With a pleased sigh, he shifted her off of his lap to lie on the seat at his side. The thick velour under her bare skin was incredibly sensuous, and she wriggled a little as he worked her leggings off. She looked down the length of her body, reaching for him, but he took her foot, pressed a kiss to one delicate ankle, and began to work his way down her leg, mouthing the inside. Max began to breathe in panicked little gasps, knowing full well that she would never manage to take the intensity of his focus. He stopped. She shook her head again.

"You can't. I'm so close already, I'll--"

"--Good." He let his tongue flick across the tender flesh at the back of her knee and she twitched. By the time he reached the inside of her thigh, she was shuddering. Wayne merely smiled and shook his head, looking at the silky patch of pink fur between her thighs for a moment before dropping to kiss it. His tongue circled the tight bud deep within it, and Max arched up, a long yodeling wail of delight rising out of her.

Moments later, burning with embarrassment and satisfaction she opened her eyes. A strange mingling of shyness and desire resonated through her young body. Wayne gathered her up into his lap once more, his big hands rubbing across the back of her shoulders as she drew in a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry," Max whispered, her cheek resting his shoulder. "I just really, really--"

"--needed that," he finished in a pleased growl. She nodded, savoring the moment before lifting her face and looking into his dark eyes. Under her, she could feel the hard ridge of him straining against the cloth of his trousers; she reached down between their bodies with deliberate tenderness.

"It's a hell of a time to ask, I know, but--"

"Vasectomy. Almost forty years ago." he replied resignedly. "Convenient for the batchelor image, but ends the Wayne line right here." Max rubbed, and he grunted involuntarily with pleasure.

"Max--" for the first time his deep voice held the barest hint of a plea, and she gave him a smile of dazzling sweetness.

"No more waiting--" she freed him, her hand sliding up the heated length of his cock. Raising herself up to straddle him once more, she pressed the tip of his thick shaft against her wet pink fur. Wayne's hands encircled her hips; slowly he pulled her down. Their mutual groans echoed through the car in an erotic duet.

Max buried her face in Wayne's neck, her body molded to his as he thrust into her. She gasped at the slick hot sensation; the fullness, the ache building again with each quicker stroke. After several moments, his grip tightened, his mouth pressed to her ear.

"God, Max, I--" his voice was raw with desire.

"--Good," she groaned back at him, pumping harder. Wayne's hands shifted from her hips to her back, and he rumbled a deep desperate growl as he came, gripping her tightly. Max squealed as a second wave of pleasure hit her; she spasmed against him, hard nipples grazing his chest, tears trickling down her face.

For a long time, neither of them moved or spoke. Max's head rested under his chin, his arms were locked around her in a quiet possessiveness. She sighed, a contented sound that drew an answering chuckle from him.

"Warmer?"

"Oh yes," she smiled. He sighed.

"The plows will be out in a few hours."

"So soon?" she didn't mean to sound disappointed, but he merely nodded, reaching for her leggings and sweater. He slowly dressed her; Max let him, understanding his need to touch her for a while longer. One more handkerchief was pressed into service, wiping away all traces before disappearing deep in Wayne's greatcoat pocket. She felt awkward, and bit her lip as he seemed to withdraw into himself, but when she tried to climb off of his lap, his grip instantly tightened.

"Not yet." his lips pressed to her temple, he pulled her head to rest against him. Max smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered. In answer, he wrapped the greatcoat around both of them. Max drifted off to sleep.

Wayne turned his stony gaze out of the window, his expression unreadable, his thoughts unreachable.

*** *** ***

Terry shook his head, amused by it all. He'd had a productive night-- he'd tracked the lone Joker, broken up the ring and turned over the new boss to the police. But Max--

"So you wrecked the car and ended up out here all night with Mr. Charming himself? Man, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." he commented, watching the tow truck begin to drag off the limo. Max looked away, to where Wayne was discussing something with the police. In the daylight, the snow sparkled, fresh and clean.

"It sure wasn't what I expected, " she conceded with an inward smile. Terry rolled his eyes.

"I bet. The man's not exactly noted for his conversational style. I hope he wasn't too hard on you. Did you stay warm enough?"

Max bit back a giggle, and shifted her hips. "Um, yeah." Terry shot a sharp look at her. She seemed different, less edgy. The smile on her face--

"Max--" before he could ask anything further, the man himself strode up, cane making holes in the snow. Terry met the older man's gaze and sighed. Impassive as ever.

"Ready to go?"

Wayne nodded. The three of them moved to the waiting car. "I'll drive, " Terry offered quickly, climbing in. "That is, if you two don't mind sharing a back seat again." Wayne and Max looked at each other, a tiny smile passing between them. Max laughed softly, her pink hair blowing in the fresh breeze of the morning.

"Again, Mr. Wayne?" She whispered. He arched a dark eyebrow at her, and a flash of tenderness crossed his features.

"Your choice, Miss Gibson, always."

Her laugh floated on the air as she climbed into the car.