A good night's work.
She peeled the cowl off, feeling her hair clinging sticky with sweat to her forehead. It was a hot night. She slipped slowly out of the black leather, enjoying the feeling of her flesh being released from the tight constraints, groaning luxuriously and stretching her arms above her head, working a kink out of her back. Half-naked on the bed, she unlaced her boots and slithered out of the pants, letting her hands linger just a little in dampening curls. Then she strolled toward the bathroom and turned the shower on to "hot."
She was just lathering her hair when the dark shape loomed through the shower curtain at her. She ducked, parried, and wrapped her slippery body firmly around the black-clad shape now sitting on the bottom of her bathtub, slowly getting doused with water.
"You could warn a girl sometimes, you know," she said as she grabbed the pointed ears to guide her lover's mouth to her breasts.
"You knew perfectly well I was there, you," he growled back between nibbles and sucks. "Writhing on the bed like that. A man only has so much self-control, you know."
"A man?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were no longer a man, but a grim stalker of the night, relentless, remorseful--" She broke off with a gasp as he slid her naked body further up his wet, armored leg.
"Just a man, here."
"Here in my shower?" She pulled him to his feet, water running in rivulets down his cape, his hands running up and down her body.
"Here in your arms."
She had nothing to say in response to that. It was always better to let sentences like that go unanswered anyway. "Let's get you out of these wet things," she said, "And into something else."
"Bat and Cat, Man and Woman" belongs to Jij and is used with permission.