Katie Trouble aka Under His Skin

WARNING: Too hot for TV.


Disclaimer: Yadda yadda Batman yadda not mine bleh.


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Crane briefly forgot about the storm, his rush, his plan, and his pride. Every improper thought or daydream he had about Katie cut off precisely before just this sort of moment. Though he would never admit it, even to himself, the sneak attack kiss was sweet relief after so many unfinished fantasies.


He let Katie slide her tongue slowly against his, and without realizing he began kissing back. Katie's fingers left his cheeks and tangled into his drenched hair. She suddenly pulled her lips away, leaving him open mouthed with eyes closed.


"Is there anywhere around here where we can find some shelter?"


Crane blinked lazily as he thought. "Yes, but it's a barn."


"This will do then." She pulled his face to hers. Another bolt of lightening illuminated the woods. Thunder cracked immediately, vibrating the forest floor. "On second thought..."


Katie reluctantly let go of Crane, picked up the duffle bad, and followed him to the waiting horse. He climbed on and hoisted her up. Katie found her place against his back again and whispered, "Hurry!"


Crane was thankful the lightening held out just long enough for them to reach the nearby destination. He didn't know this horse, nor what it could do when spooked. This was partly why he didn't reprimand himself too harshly for giving in to his primal urges. After all, riding the rest of the way in lightening would be extremely dangerous, he thought.


He stopped in front of a large, two story barn and jumped to the ground. Katie stayed on and stared at the building. Crane put his hands up to her. "Let's go!" Katie frowned and allowed him help her off again, letting her hands linger in his as she reached the ground.


Crane led Katie and the horse into the unoccupied barn. She jumped when Crane closed the doors behind them.


Crane walked over to her slowly and licked his lips. "Remind me where we left off."


Katie looked at the barn's darkened corners. What light they had came only from a few cracks between planks in the ceiling and walls, and six small, soiled windows. "I don't know about this." She noticed his look of concern. "Oh, not about you. About this...place."


"Don't fret. There's no one here but you, me, and him," he pointed to the horse. "Maybe some mice."


"Not funny."


Crane examined Katie's face as she observed the barn again. "Why are you so bothered?"


"It's stupid. And nothing. But you could make me feel better."


"And how might I do that?"


"Ask me to kiss you."


Crane raised an eyebrow. "What if I just kissed you without asking?"


"I don't know. Try and find out." Katie bit the side of her bottom lip and looked up at him.


"Is that your come hither look?"


"Is it working?"


Crane's face suddenly became serious. "Katie, you'd better not be doing all this as some stall tactic..."


"Crane, of course I'm not."


"And don't call me 'Crane'."


"What am I supposed to call you?"


Crane put his left middle finger through the belt loop on Katie's left hip, and his right finger through the other. He drew her towards him so that they were hip to hip. He looked into her eyes and slid his hands up to her waist. "I don't know, but I don't want you calling me by my last name right now."


"What about your first name?"


Crane made a face as if she had said something repulsive. "What do you usually call someone in this type of situation?"


Katie wondered if his question was supposed to sound so naïve. "Uhm...maybe 'oh god, oh god' or 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'"


Crane left one hand on Katie's waist and ran the fingertips of the other across the wide neck of her shirt. His eyes followed his fingers. "A shirt this soaking wet can't be very comfortable."


"There's a way to fix that."


Crane smiled and ran his fingers back in the other direction. "By all means, make yourself comfortable then."


Katie took Crane's hand and placed it back on her side. "Do it for me."


Crane willed his fingers not to tremble, and they were relatively compliant. He tugged from the bottom of Katie's shirt, and by the time it was above her shoulders there wasn't so much as a tremor in his hands. He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed with a quiet splat on the floor. He reached for her belt.


"Hang on there, cowboy. We're taking turns."


"Right," Crane said, unbuckling the leather belt. "You take all of your clothes off, then I'll remove mine."


"No way!" Katie wriggled out of Crane's grasp and reached for his shirt. Crane attempted to get a grip on her belt again, but she pulled away and jumped into the dark.


"Of all times for games, Katie, this is not one of them."


"Sure it is!" she shouted. He was surprised by how far away she was so quickly, and with so little sound. "I can see you but you can't see me. If you take your shirt off, I'll come out with my pants off. Promise."


Crane yanked his shirt over his head and threw it into the dark. His hair was wild and his face flushed, his skin almost glowing in the diffused moonlight. "Your turn."


Katie could tell, even from a distance, that his expression was changing. He looked more possessed than playful.


"You said turns. It's not nice to tease," he reminded her, wherever she was.


Katie's pants landed at Crane's feet, but Katie didn't join them. He looked in the direction they came from. "I'm not taking another turn until I see you."


He heard nothing but the storm outside. He ran his hands through his hair as his eyes wandered through the dark.


"Tag," Katie said, touching his shoulder from behind. "You're it."


Crane spun around and met Katie nose to nose. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, jamming his tongue into her mouth before she could take a breath. She let out muffled protest, but caught her breath through her nose and kissed him back. She realized giddily, holy crap, this is actually happening.


Crane's hands traveled down Katie's back and up again. He tugged on the clasp of her bra.


Katie broke his kiss, but his lips attached like magnets to her neck. She laughed and tried to remember what she was going to say. "Take your pants off first."


Crane looked her in the eye briefly before going for the other side of her neck. "No."


Katie made a vain attempt to get away from his lips. "N-nothing else until we're...we're, uhh...uhm, equally disrobed."


Crane looked her in the eye again and gritted his teeth. "No."


"Yes," she said firmly, pulling hard on the top of the fly of his pants. The button popped off and bounced into the dark.


Crane grabbed Katie's shoulders and pushed her against a stall that once housed an animal, but now stored a forgotten, overturned claw foot tub. He jerked his head back and looked down his nose at her. His face was in shadow, other than the light that reflected off his eyes and teeth.


The light came from behind him, and he could see Katie much better than she could see him. He drank it in - her tussled hair, lips swollen from fervent kisses, and bare feet on the dusty barn floor. He loved that he still had everything on but his shirt, and there she was in royal blue boy cut underwear and strapless bra.


Crane rubbed his lips together and smiled. "That was cute. But I'm not in the mood for cute."


"What are you in the mood for?"


Crane tilted his face down slowly, a few wet hairs falling in front of his eyes. "I would rather show than tell."


Katie didn't appreciate being pushed against the stall, and the tone of his voice and gleam in his eye did nothing to make her feel better. This wasn't the man she had imagined herself in this scenario with (over and over for years), this was the man that greeted her from inside his Arkham cell.


"When you've thought of me," Katie said, trying to suppress this Crane, "is this how you pictured it? I'm all for rough housing, but it almost seems like you might actually try and force me to do something."


Crane put his forehead against Katie's and shook his head. "Oh Katie, Katie. You're such a silly thing." He rubbed his cheek against hers as he continued. "I do not turn you on in spite of my wickedness. On the contrary," he ran a hand from her shoulder to her chest, "it's the devil in me that gets your blood flowing."


Katie leaned her head against the stall and enjoyed his roving hand. "What is it about me that gets your blood flowing?"


Crane looked up from her body to her eyes. "You're very curious about that, aren't you?"


"I want to know what you think of me. I want to know what it is about me that makes you want my bra off so badly."


"Those are two very different questions, and it's not fair to lump them together like that," Crane began, pulling Katie against him to unhook her bra. "The first question has to do with what I think of you as a person," he finally got the clasp undone and slid the garment out between their bodies. He pressed himself against her and kissed her face and neck while he spoke. "The second question is about why I'm physically drawn to you. They're completely independent of one another."


"No they aren't," Katie said softly, unzipping his pants. "I'm a body and a brain, and you're attracted to the whole package."


Crane's pants fell to the ground, and he stepped out of them, along with his shoes. Katie rubbed a bare leg against his. "Well I suppose you're right," Crane said, shuddering as Katie ran her nails down his back. "I could answer both questions."


"Don't keep me in suspense."


Crane stopped kissing her momentarily to give his answer. "I think you're an extremely bright woman, and you're wasting your potential. The world is a dirty place, and no matter how hard you try, you'll never clean it up. People are bad by nature. That's why you can't rehabilitate them, Katie, because rehabilitation suggests they were good to start with. Everyone is inherently corrupt. You should learn not only to accept this, but," he kissed her lips for emphasis, "to exploit it."


"Huh?"


"Think about it," he said excitedly. "You're smarter than 99 percent of the population, you're charming, you're gorgeous. You could have all of Gotham eating out of the palm of your hand if you took the talent and effort you pour into a hopeless cause and turned it towards something actually attainable."


"I still don't understand where you're going with this." She reveled in the fact that he called her smart and beautiful, not truly hearing the rest of his words.


Crane brought both hands to Katie's face and kissed her deeply, breathing in as he explored her mouth. Her moan made his lips tingle. He pulled back and put the tip of his nose on hers. "Forget about Arkham. The men in those cells aren't the real problem with society."


Katie didn't want to have this discussion. She wanted to melt with him into a puddle on the floor. "It's not like that, Cr...uhm...whatever I'm supposed to call you. There are plenty of good people and good causes."


"What is 'good' anyway, Katie?"


"Come on," she said, snapping the elastic of his boxer briefs. "We can talk about this later."


"You opened Pandora's box."


"And I'm sorry I did. Forget it for now, Cr...ugh, please tell me something to call you."


Crane knelt and pulled Katie's underwear down, helping her step out of them. He simultaneously removed his own while kissing his way back up her body. "Call me... 'oh god, oh god'."


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"I won't just call you that. You have to make me say it."

"That sounds like a challenge," Crane said, kissing her shoulder.

"Are you up for?"

"Is that supposed to be a pun?"

"Oh, man! You made a joke! A juvenile one at that. I'm so, so proud of you." Katie pulled Crane's face to hers and cradled his jaw. "But let's not joke for the next little while."

"You're telling me not to joke?"

"I'm saying this is serious to me. I've been making jokes, but I shouldn't make light of it."

Crane nodded. "I understand."

"You're so good-looking," Katie said, rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone.

"Black eye and all?"

"And all," Katie said, carefully kissing his eyelid.

Crane realized he should probably say something in return. His mind searched for something appropriate but not sappy. "You're lovely," he said finally, almost under his breath.

Katie squelched a giggle. She never expected such a sweet adjective to come from Crane's lips.

"Was that a poor choice of words?"

Katie shook her head. "No, no, no," she assured him, her hands traveling down his back. "No, it's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

Crane didn't want to be nice. "Listen," he began, his voice authoritative. "I really am on a tight schedule. I want to make love to you. Of course I do. But there isn't time for all that, not now. The faster we get out of here and move on, the closer we can be to...that. Right now we have time for sex, not affection. If that isn't alright with you we can stop right now."

Katie's eyes watered, which Crane couldn't see in the dark. "Promise me you want that."

"I do," he said, pulling her body tighter against his.

"Promise me."

"I promise."

Katie closed her eyes to flush the idea of making love out of her head. "Ok," she said, her voice now confident, "if you want to fuck, you need to know one thing."

Despite his distaste for that type of language, he didn't cringe at the word "fuck" on her lips. "Do tell."

"I'm loud."

"Loud?"

"Yes, lllll-oud. If you take the challenge, that is."

Crane pulled Katie to the floor and laid her on her back. He lay on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "Making you say 'oh god' isn't enough of a challenge," he said, his voice deepening. He placed his middle finger on her neck and ran it slowly down her chest and stomach as he spoke. "I want you to make sounds that aren't words. I want to illicit incoherent, nonsensical utterances from those luscious, dirty lips."

Katie arched her back as Crane's finger traveled below her belly button.

He paused and she pouted. "Oh, don't make that face. I'm many things, but a tease isn't one of them." He placed his fingers between her thighs, getting her in the right spot on the first try. He stroked back and forth slowly, watching her face. "How's that feel, Katie?"

She arched her back again and smiled. "So good," she whispered, eyes closed.

Crane applied greater pressure and smiled as a deep moan passed through Katie's lips. "And that?"

"Even better," she breathed.

"Do you ever do this to yourself and think of me?"

Katie opened her eyes, smiling with full-blown dimples. "So often."

"Like when?"

Katie moved her hips in rhythm with his hand. "Like when I watched the surveillance video of you in the shower."

Crane rubbed faster, lowering his face to hers. "You didn't."

"Oh I so did," she said, eyes wide.

Crane's breath quickened. "You took the video home?"

Katie shook her head, trying to form words while Crane's hand moved. "No, I let myself into the room. It's all digitized, you can just choose the hour and date and it just pops up. I have you to thank, though. I wouldn't have thought of it if you didn't bring up the showers."

Crane was still stunned. "So just right there in the surveillance room?"

"Right. There."

"You are so bad."

Katie reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick. "You love it."

Crane's eyes rolled back. "I really do."

Katie pumped her hand. "You aren't upset with me for it?"

"Of course I am," he said, climbing on top of her. "That's unethical behavior for a doctor."

Katie wrapped her legs around his hips. "I know, isn't it great?"

Crane kissed Katie, circling his tongue around hers slowly.

She reached down and positioned him. "Ready?" she asked, breaking his kiss.

"Huh?"

Katie pulled his hips down with her legs, sliding him into her. They both gasped, Katie smiling, Crane wide-eyed. "Fuck me," she whispered.

Crane pulled back until he was almost out of her. She dug her heels into him suddenly and pushed him inside her, quick and deep. His moan sounded almost pained and he buried his face in her neck to stifle it. "One second," he said, panting and staying still.

Katie kissed his ear. "Second's up."

Crane rose to his elbows. "How limber are you?"

"Pretty limber I guess, why?"

Crane took one of her legs from his hip and put it over his shoulder. "Does that hurt?"

"Nope," she said, putting her other leg on his other shoulder. She crossed her calves behind neck.

Crane held onto her ribs for support and slid in and out of her slowly. He licked her lips one at a time, then plunged his tongue between them. As his tongue sped up, so did his hips. Katie began moaning deeply into his mouth, forgetting to lick his tongue in return. When he removed his lips from hers, it was as if the sounds had been trapped in her throat and escaped all at once.

"Can you climax like this?" he asked her.

"Well, not usually. But this isn't usual."

"What do you mean?"

"I could come just thinking about you, let alone with your dick in me, Crane."

Crane rested his weight on her and put his ear by hers. Katie bent her chin down and bit his neck lightly. Crane pushed his neck into her teeth.

"You like that?" she asked playfully.

"Harder."

Katie obeyed. She bit her way down to his shoulder and dug her nails into his back.

"Bite it," he moaned, putting the other side of his neck on her mouth. She flicked her tongue, then bit the same spot. "Bite. Bite it. Hard." Katie was sure she would bruise him, but he didn't seem concerned. She clamped her jaw. A long, slow, quiet "yes" trickled from Crane's lips. He twisted his neck and bit Katie, taking her by surprise. "Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh, fuck, Crane, fuck."

"Again?"

"Yeah."

Crane bit her even harder than she had to him. She yelped and stiffened.

"Too hard?"

"No, too good." Her panting became increasingly higher and faster and she tightened her legs around his neck.

"Are you almost there?"

Katie nodded.

"Will you tell me when you are?"

"You'll know."

She was right. Moments later she screamed and panted at the same time, her hands flying to his hair. She grabbed it hard and pushed his face into her neck. He came quietly, too absorbed in the sounds she made to make his own. She shuddered below him and he kissed her face all over.

"So we'll do that again, right?" Katie said as Crane rolled off of her.

He lay next to her and attempted to catch his breath. "Try and stop me."

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Katie lay on the barn floor and wrestled with her damp jeans to get them back on her body. Finally succeeding, she hopped to her feet.


"Did you hear that?" Crane whispered from the ground, still partaking in his own struggle.


Katie shook her head and looked around. "What?"


"Shh," Crane ordered, putting his finger to his lips. "Listen."


Katie cocked her head and listened. She looked down at Crane. "I don't hear anything."


Crane looked at the ceiling and rose slowly, zipping his buttonless pants. "You don't hear that?" Crane spun around as if the sound had moved across the barn.


"Maybe mice," Katie said apathetically. Please don't act crazy right now, she thought.


"Don't get sarcastic!" Crane hissed over his shoulder.


"Don't get weird!"


"There!" Crane said, rushing over to her. He pointed to the ceiling. "You don't hear it now?"


Katie looked into his anxious eyes. "I think maybe you should take your meds," she said carefully.


Crane ignored her, too fixated on the ceiling. "Let's go."


"It's still storming."


"You don't seem to have much of a problem with getting wet."


Katie looked at Crane with shock.


"What?"


"What was that supposed to mean," she said, laughing.


"Only the lightening put you off earlier. The rain didn't seem to bother you."


Katie mouthed the word "oh" and closed her eyes.


"What did you think I meant?"


"Uhm, nothing. Let's go, then."


Crane followed her out of the barn, taking hold of the horse's reigns on the way.


Katie was several yards from the barn when she realized Crane was no longer behind her.


"Hey!" she called to the gaping barn doors. The horse trotted out of the barn, alone.


Katie's heart skipped. She took a few steps towards the barn.


"Crane?"


She heard a thump on the roof. She froze just outside of the barn. Another thump.


She shouted his name into the dark building, loud and crisp. "Crane!"


Crane lunged out of the barn at her, covering her mouth with his hand as they tumbled to the ground. "Shut up!" he whispered harshly.


Katie coughed into his hand, trying to capture the wind he knocked out of her body.


The thump was louder, and they both looked up in its direction.


"Who did you call?" Crane asked bitterly.


Katie pulled his hand off of her mouth. "How could I call anyone, you idiot?"


Crane licked his lips and looked up again.


Katie pushed him off of her and sat up. The thump was quieter again.


"So you hear it now, don't you," Crane said, sitting up as well.


"Maybe I'm having sexually transmitted delusions."


Crane was reminded of what they had done. It seemed like another daydream already.


"Let's get out of here. Quietly." He helped Katie to her feet.


"The bag!" she said as they mounted the horse.


Crane growled.


"I'll get it," Katie said, swinging both legs to the same side of the horse.


"No," Crane said, suspicious. "I'll do it."


Katie remembered how she felt standing at the barn doors, calling his name. "How about we go together?"


They stepped gingerly into the barn, searching the area where the horse had been.


"I don't see it." Katie said. She searched a moment longer, then turned around. "Crane?"


Not again, she thought.


"Crane," she whispered slightly louder. Dumb ass, she thought.


She walked to the center of the building slowly, the rubber soles of her boots padding against the floor.


"Crane," she whispered.


A hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, but it wasn't one of Crane's.


TBC

Author's note: Things have been cah-rae-zee and I didn't get this chapter out as quickly as the others. Sorry, babes! I'll be better this time.