Not My Diagnosis

I made it up to the room and walked through the unnecessarily large suite. I set the steak down on the dining table and walked over to the balcony doors, opening them and stepping out. I breathed in the thirty-seventh story air and gazed out over the edge of Gotham.

I turned to go back inside and ran into something, my hands flying up in defense to be deflected and my body pulled in by my neck into an invasive kiss. I melted in, my body now subject to sinister devices. He released my lips to take hold of my neck, unfastening my coat and shoving it down my body.

"Wait..." I managed to force from my breathless lungs. He stopped.

"What??"

"What did you tell your guests? They," I took in a breath, "They're going to want to know why you ran off soon after me."

"Don't worry about it," he whispered to me as he drew his tongue along my jaw. I grabbed his lapels while his hands snuck under my sweater-vest, unfastening every button they encountered. My breath quickened, and I unconsciously ground against him.

It dawned on us somewhere in that time that we were still on the balcony and he pulled me inside by the remainder of my clothing, reaching for the steak knife and holding it the bottom of my vest. I quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away, pulling the vest up over my head. "I happen to like this one," I breathed.

I started to unfasten my cuff links and looked up, realising the onslaught of physical attention had halted. I smiled slightly as I watched his eyes scour my body, wherein I slid the shirt from my shoulders and off of my arms. He grinned and I reached for his hand, grappling it and rolling it forward, getting behind him and throwing him to the bed.

He rolled over to his back and was about to leap up, but he didn't realize I had followed him. I laid my hands on his chest and pushed him back, setting my knees on the edge of the bed on either side of his hips. I began to unfasten his coat and shirt along with working his tie off. I kissed his neck when I had access to it, but was well aware he wasn't subject to the niceties of courtship like I was.

My lips fell farther down his chest and to his stomach while my hand worked at his belt and inner workings of his pants. I delicately removed him from the bindings and set to stroking him with my tongue, his hand locating my hair and absentmindedly combing through it.

I quickly engulfed him in the heat of my mouth, his hand clenching as I continued to fondle him. It wasn't long before he pushed me back, sitting up and nearly ripping my trousers off. Before I knew it I heard them hit the floor with a thump. He slid up me and reached around my waist to slide his hands down my lower back and farther.

I maneuvered my fingers under the fabric of his shirt, sliding it off of his body. My hands followed through to his waistline and I slithered down his body, stopping to take a nip at a landmark so desperately in need of attention. He bit back some primal noise and pulled me up, dragging me to the bathroom.

He opened the shower door, throwing me into the five by five marbled enclosure. I stopped myself against the wall, the cold biting at whatever parts of my body it touched. I turned and watched as he prowled into the stall, his eyes burning and his soft grin lacking any sympathy he tried to portray. I swallowed and he reached over to the wall, turning the shower on.

From ceiling above came a rainstorm of sleet. I stepped back and pressed myself against the wall, trying to avoid it and a chuckle rose from the other side. He made his way in slowly, stepping through the downpour like it wasn't there. "You didn't mind the waterfall."

"I had time to adjust."

He 'hm'ed in thought and stepped closer, reaching for me and pulling me out into the tempest. My skin tightened and he let his hands rove all over my body in selfless warming and selfish contact. The water began to warm and my shoulders relaxed.

I reached down to stroke him and his head tilted back under the water. I smiled and continued, reaching over to a bottle of rose soap on the wall. I poured a generous amount in my hand and worked it over his chest, then his stomach, and beyond; he stifled a groan and kneaded at my waist.

I grinned deviously and turned, moving my body against him until my back was to him. I leaned back against him and slid down him and back up, my hands following his thighs, and a point of attention for him pushing against his phallus. His grip on my waist grew dangerous for me and I slipped from his grasp in good time to avoid his tensions.

I turned to face him, my back to the wall, and in an instant he was upon me, his hand grasping our dueling appendages; the genesis of our tempestuous ritual. I was never in a position to resist him, but this time seemed different. I absolutely lacked any reason to even dislike him, the tumultuous condition of our relationship seemingly non-existant as his lips pressed to my expecting neck, his hand working our tenderness together.

I found my hands gliding along his water-slick chest, brushing across delicate raises and extracting a muffled groan against my neck. His free hand cupped my hip-bone and intricately traveled to preform the same action on the other side of my body, though, this time it was done very slowly. His finger-tips absorbed every centimeter of my skin, every texture, collecting the image for his thoughts to feed on.

My focus on his was broken when his busy manus changed its pressure and speed, my muscles twitching in pleasured surprise. The reaction also came with a gasp the fell over my lips, soon seized by my rivals pair. The hand locked on my back-end pulled me forward away from the wall as he slowly backed up until we were underneath the water.

The hot, gnawing at my marble-cooled skin sent a shiver down my body, but a reliving numbness followed. My hands walked around his chest and got lost somewhere along his back, my nails tightening into his flesh whenever his rhythm change ever slightly. He pulled his lips from mine and started back on my neck again, every small furl of tongue and nip of teeth striking me more than it had ever before.

"Will you ever kill me?" The small words barely made it to me over the pour of water and my eyes opened, water running into them. I dipped my head down to find his gaze. His eyes were glossy and passionate and... loving.

My jaw tightened with my stomach. "Mr. Wayne..."

His eyes were brimming with anticipation of equal affection, but it pained me to have to tell him. My emotions were contradicting themselves. "Mr. Wayne, I do not know." The movement around our waists stopped and he stared me down, his eyes refocusing with a new and indeterminable gaze.

I swallowed hard as he released our masculinity and grew a feral grin; his falsely endearing, teeth-bearing smile that spiked my adrenaline.

He grabbed my wrist and rolled my elbow up with his other hand, turning me towards the wall and proceeding to put my into it. The frigid sensation tore at my skin again, fighting the heat of his palm that was now contouring its way down my back. "I'm not much or a romantic, doctor."

I chuckled and dropped myself to the floor, pushing off of the wall and rotating myself onto my hip so I would loose friction as I slid by him. I glided up to my feet and dodged a glancing fist, following it with my hand and moving to his side. This action continued several times until we were back where we started and I turned and bolted out of the door, unfortunately, slipping on the tile as soon as I stepped out. My body soon found itself parallel to the ground as I landed in a way that wouldn't break anything of mine.

I pushed myself up with a deep inhale, but was pushed back to the floor by a foot in my back. I growled and tried again, though, the pressure was shifted from the center of my back to my tailbone, pressing something much more susceptible to pressure into the tile. I gasped in pain and released myself to the ground in surrender.

I heard him chuckle above me and he moved, reaching down and guiding me up by the shoulder. I stood straight up in front of him and scowled, looking off to the side, trying to avoid his pretentious grin. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me closer which made my lips curl in a grin as I reached for his shoulders and pulled him down onto my knee. He stayed doubled over, his breath gone for the moment as I fled the bathroom.

I turned and stopped to watch him advance upon me, his eyes primal. I watched his fist come towards me and sidestepped it, spinning at him with a kick. My body lurched a bit as my leg became locked against his body. I was soon after flipped backwards, but landed to my feet in time to block a kick that threw me back onto the bed. I rolled backwards to avoid a pounce and pushed myself up to my feet, leaping off of the bed to avoid another attack on my legs. I turned with a guard up, though, to my dismay as it was not well placed and took and kick to the chest that sent me back into the front door.

I took in a breath as he was on me in a second, his hands all over my body. I gasped and tilted my head back to expose my neck for him. He took instant advantage of that and grasped my rather hard where he thought it was necessary. One of my hands went to fiddle with my glasses, that, remarkably, were still on my face. My other traced the convulsions on his chest and abdomen.

My hips thrust towards his hand and a moan bled out of my lips. "Feeling ill, doctor?" he smirked against my neck, noting my peculiar submission to him.

"J-just..." I panted, not able to find the appropriate word.

"Needing?" He offered, placing another kiss on my jaw.

"I suppose," I gasped as he gripped me again, my fingertips pressing into him as my other hand grabbed his shoulder. I thrust my hips out again, attempting to find more touch, though I'm not sure if it was possible. As I exhaled I heard something strange behind me and stopped, reaching down to seize his hands.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I shushed him, turning my head to listen through the door.

"There are people out there," I whispered, moving to look through the spy-glass in the door. "Your friends to be specific."

He moved to look out and sneered a bit when he saw the same. Then a knock came. And then a key in the lock.


{I'm sorry it's late. I've been away from the house, even as we speak, but I remembered my date, so, here it is. I hope you enjoy this installment. Hopefully it will at least bring you back for the next chapter.
~Dr. Crane}