Dick woke up to an instant discrepancy between how he'd gone to sleep and how he lay now. Stretching out his limbs and reaching out with his awareness, he knew that Selina wasn't there and wasn't in the vicinity.
A shocking sense of disappointment flooded his mind. He knew it was ludicrous, but he'd wanted to see Selina again—not just have her again, but be treated to her presence once more.
Then he heard the sound of the shower running.
Again, a sense of relief that seemed entirely out of proportion with his relationship with Selina. After her long affair with Bruce and Dick's equally long, sexless dynamic with her... Selina just being another criminal to him... here he was, as happy at the prospect of seeing her as he would be with Kory or Barbara. More.
This had the flush of first love to it, which Dick couldn't believe. But neither could he ignore his body, his senses, the intensity of his infatuation. It wasn't as though Selina was some manipulator like Ivy. This was all him, his own feelings for her. And Dick had never been one to consider his feelings too strongly.
Getting up and shaking off the sheets, he acted on them—padding naked to the bathroom and throwing open the door to see Selina in the shower, waiting for him with a bar of soap in hand. She rubbed it between her palms, building up a font of lather.
"Mr. Grayson!" she chided as though scandalized. "Don't you know you shouldn't bother someone in the shower?"
"It's my shower," Dick reminded her.
"Am I yours too?"
"Isn't that up to you?" Dick asked. He stepped under the spray of hot water with her. "I've never known a cat to be someone's pet without wanting to be."
"Let's leave it up to
him,"
Selina giggled, reaching down with a soapy hand to caress away the musk of last night from Dick's manhood. "After all: isn't there something to be said for putting your best foot forward?"
"
That's
my best foot?"
"It's getting there," Selina tittered, stroking it into even more hardness than it already held. "Maybe two more inches, I'd say."
Dick stood under the water with her, letting the hot liquid caress his body before she did. The night's rest had reawakened the aching tension from day after day of muscular exertion. It would take the shower—and some meditation, and a few pain pills, and some exercises—to dull down the toll of his life as Nightwing.
For now, though, he'd focus on the benefits. As kittenish as she was, he doubted Selina would fuck a total stranger under these circumstances.
She was observant enough to note the wounded way he carried himself. Slinking around behind him, Selina began massaging his shoulders with soapy hands. "You Bats do like to get yourselves banged up," she purred, making it clear she didn't find the quality that unattractive by pressing her body up to his back.
"And we don't even turn a profit like you do," Dick observed.
Her breasts rubbing along his shoulder blades, her pubic thatch pressing against his toned ass. A purr made it clear she found the healing bruises and fading scars anything but unappealing—mewling sensually when the shifting embrace led to a seam of scar tissue brushing over her own tender skin.
She wrapped her arms around him, now soaping his chest—equally enthused with the dimpled puckers of healed bullet holes and the taut sensitivity of his nipples. "Are
you
going to let me comfort you?" Selina asked, not wanting to bring up Bruce too brusquely, but curious what reaction it would get from the man's adopted son.
"Are you?" Dick retorted, his words heady with their shared history... and that of Selina's old lover. Selina'd been resistant herself to getting sucked into a relationship. But here she was. Her ministrations didn't ease off, even as Dick's body responded. The soreness seeping out of it, while a new, desirous tension entered his flesh.
It took little more than the thought of what had happened last night in the shower for Dick's member to harden. Rising up until it blocked such a substantial amount of water from reaching the tile floor that it changed the tenor of the shower spray dappling the ground.