Some people have one night stands. For whatever reason, things perfectly align between them and another person. It leads to them spending the night together in both the sexual sense and a more literal one. They wake up in the morning; maybe one sneaks out, maybe they don't. Maybe they get breakfast together. Maybe one says goodbye and does a long walk of shame back to their own shower. Whatever the case may be, those stars never align again. They were just two ships passing in the proverbial night that decided to drop anchor, and have a chat before parting ways again.
Selina thought that was what she had with Alfred. Their romp in the morning was just an extension. Really, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Some people have flings. There's no perfect alignment in a fling. A fling is just two people coming together to deal with their needs, whatever they might be. Physical needs, emotional needs, just plain intimacy without the need for strings attached? Those were all fair reasons for a fling. Maybe it only lasts for a few encounters or a couple of midnight rendezvous. Maybe it goes on for weeks. Maybe months. A fling comes to an end as people either drift apart or they find better things in life, or circumstances simply change. Flings have an expiration date. Their end is writ in stone.
Selina realized that was what she had with Bruce, with the Batman -- a fling. Theirs had gone on for years and years. Once she thought of her life as 'before Batman' and 'after Batman'. Not that she let him define her, for Selina was her own woman, but getting close to Bruce Wayne
had
changed her. It had made her a better person and she was glad for it. Now, nearly nine years later, it was hard to think of a time where she
wasn't
around the billionaire playboy or his alter ego. Even so, their fling ended. Selina found something better.
They were still friends. She spent a lot of time at Wayne Manor, maybe more time than she needed to. No one questioned it. They still got along swimmingly, they just didn't have sex anymore. It surprised Selina that Bruce could be her
best friend
. The girls came first, but he was a close third.
Some people have
relationships
. A relationship is a commitment, a promise, a willingness to make sacrifices large and small for another person's sake. It means settling down to one extent or another, to make a life together with someone else. It could be a long term partner, a fiancee or a spouse. Being in a relationship meant being normal, or at least trying to be normal. Sometimes they ended. Sometimes they went on until, as many have vowed over the centuries, 'till death do them part.
Selina used to dread that word, that concept. Relationships. She valued her freedom more than anything else, and being in a relationship would mean tying herself down in ways that made her skin crawl. It would mean giving up parts of that freedom for someone else. And if there was anything Selina wanted to be? Well, it wasn't normal. She dressed up in a skintight suit with cat ears and called herself
Catwoman
, for God's sake. Among the heroes and villains of Gotham City she felt she was remarkably well-adjusted, but she could admit that her job was anything but normal. And she liked her job; she wasn't about to change anything.
Somehow, Selina had found her
fling
with Alfred, the 'better thing' that made her drift away from Bruce and into the arms of his father figure, was more of a relationship than she'd care to admit. It happened slowly, so slowly that she couldn't look back and find a definite point where the two had become so entangled with each other that they were in love. She couldn't even remember the first time she said "I love you" to Alfred or the first time he told her the same. Each moment they spent together -- really together -- was just so perfect. The memories almost bled together. They didn't need to be distinct in her mind.
Selina didn't like to lie to herself, but it was hard not to when it came to her relationship with Alfred. She was pretty sure that the only lie she was
deliberately
telling herself was how perfect everything was. Alfred was almost three times her age; some tensions and awkwardness was unavoidable. They each made jokes or references that the other smiled at without any understanding and the few times they had dared to go out together in Gotham, he was always mistaken for her father. And as impressive as Alfred was for his age, Selina was
still
in her prime. He had pulled muscles and thrown his back just a bit more often than either one of them would care to admit, just trying to keep up with her. Even so, her Dark Butler (which still cracked her up a year later) managed to do just that the majority of the time.
Catwoman was dating Batman's butler in secret. They weren't hiding it because it would hurt Bruce. That was a conversation they had and they had come to the same conclusion; the only relationship Bruce Wayne needed in his life was cold, hard justice. This was all for the best. The only reason they hid it was because it really wasn't any of his business. Were it anyone but Alfred, he would know. He'd probably pay them a visit to make sure they kept Selina happy, and probably another wearing his cowl if they showed any hint of being criminal to make sure they didn't help her slide back into her old ways. With Alfred, though, it was all under his nose.
They were sure if he
did
find out, he wouldn't care after he got used to the idea. They both had his trust, and really, Bruce didn't have much to be jealous of. He could have any woman he wanted when it came to fulfilling his physical needs. Well, maybe a little. None of them would be as flexible or as athletic as Selina was. None of them would be able to match the Dark Knight. But they didn't really think about it past that. Their lives didn't revolve around Bruce. He was just a fixture in them. There came a time when they just had to forget about him and get on with their own thing.
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They were in the middle of their own thing again. With everyone out of the house and attending a social function on the other side of Gotham City, Alfred could afford to, ah, 'entertain' Selina. He was often on 'standby', waiting to logistics to one Bat or another when something happened. That usually applied to parties too, but this time Bruce was confident they wouldn't have any problems. Most of Gotham's villains and organized crime families were accounted for. Petty criminals and thugs were more of a wild card, but they rarely needed help with those.
Not that Alfred was the only one providing entertainment, sprawled out on his back on the plush rug rolled out before the roaring fireplace. The rain pitter-pattered on the windows and roofs, an ongoing backdrop to their mutually beneficial work, almost providing them a rhythm, not that it would be any good to them much longer. Selina was on her hands and knees over him, her forearms against his hips and her hands slid under him to get a handful of the Dark Butler's surprisingly firm ass. Her delightfully full breasts were pressed against his belly and it was simply impossible for him to ignore the way her tightened nipples were pressing into his abdominal muscles. Their bodies, young and old, were all but plyed together.
One of his hands kept Catwoman's wet pussycat spread for his talented tongue, his decades of experience once more titillated her cunt's oh so sensitive lips while his other hand teased her sweet little button. No one could make Selina cum as hard as Alfred could or even quite so easily. The first night they were together, she thought it was just the sheer excitement from how taboo it was. The age difference, their connections to Bruce, the chance someone might come home and catch Batman's presumed beau (again, just a fling) sucking the butler's cock or getting pounded up against the Bat Computer's console. She still thought it was the taboo that got her so hot and bothered after their
second
night stand ended and it became clear they were having a fling.
She had long since disabused herself of that notion. Sexually, Alfred was just her perfect match. He was so, so damn good. He had already made her cum twice since they settled in to sixty nine and she was already well on her way to her third orgasm -- or maybe it was just one long one, drawn out. Try as she might with her warm wet mouth and her devilishly long tongue, she hadn't succeeded in milking his cock to completion in return. Maybe that was what made them a perfect match. Selina loved a challenge and Alfred was nothing if not a challenge for the otherwise confident woman.
As she felt her body tighten up in preparation, she made her hail mary. Bobbing her head on Alfred wasn't working tonight and all the sucking or licking in the world wouldn't change that. She drew in a sharp breath through her nostrils and then went all the way down on Alfred's proud hardness, her full lips pillowing out against his pelvis. Her lover's tongue only got her more and more wound up, like a dam just waiting to break. When it did, she had all of him around her throat. It tightened deliciously around his cock and muffled her cries, leaving them as vibrations that reverberated through her muscles and right through his cock. She closed her eyes and shuddered, her orgasmic convulsions just shoving her pussy up against Alfred's waiting face over and over again.
He didn't miss a beat. He kept going with both his tongue and fingers. The third orgasm might as well have not even ended by the time the fourth came around, and Selina was so sure-- so sure-- she could barely even think, but still, she was so sure he had cummed. It took her a good minute to gain any semblance of rationality again, and when she did her first thought wasn't about his cum or even his cock. It was about him spraining his neck or getting carpal tunnel.
It almost made her laugh, but then her second thought was how she
