Fan Fiction ❯ Passion ❯ A Graceful Entrance ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I do not own Batman Beyond, nor any of its characters. I am not profiting from this story in any way, and so on…Any original people do belong to me however.

This story is going to contain sexual content, and lots of it. Do not read this story unless you are 18 years of age or older.

Terry McGinnis was not having a good night. He'd been patrolling Gotham since sundown, and in that time he'd gotten into at least three brawls with different members of the Jokerz. He was tired and sore, and his mind had already drifted to the thought of going home and getting some rest. He was making one last pass over the city before retiring for the night, and so far he'd seen nothing out of the ordinary. Which was good. He might actually get to bed at a decent hour for once. Satisfied that, for the moment, nothing was amiss, he turned the bat jet around and headed home.

The world below him was dark, shrouded by fog and shadows, and as he neared Wayne Manor, his eyes absently strayed to the old Donovan Hall. The Donovan family had died out years ago, but the land had never been sold, since it had been inherited from one generation to the next. The people of the city of Gotham had decided it was something of a historical landmark, and had refused to allow the local businesses to buy the place and turn it into a shopping district. Bruce was quite relieved, since he didn't want so many people around, possibly seeing things they shouldn't, and Terry thought he'd perhaps had a hand in the matter. Personally, Terry didn't care much about the place one way or another. He hadn't thought of it much in the past few weeks, not since the decision had been made to preserve the place. But Bruce had mentioned to him that, apparently, the place had been sold. Not to realtors, but to the exceedingly wealthy, estranged wife of Maximus Carlton, the leading mastermind of cybernetic and robotic weaponry in the world.

Terry's gaze moved over the ancient, gargantuan structure with minimal interest. He was pretty certain the aging, eccentric wife of an old, crack brained inventor would most likely not be getting into any mischief at that time of day. The bat jet had moved over the house and was en route to Wayne Manor when a bright light came on, catching Terry's attention. Considering it was four in the morning, and the entire countryside was pitch black, the light was a literal beacon, drawing his gaze to it immediately.

A woman walked out of the house, Mrs. Lora Carlton he assumed, but she wasn't old like he thought she'd be. She was young, close to his own age if he wasn't mistaken. She was dressed in a long, flowing white robe that swirled around her ankles as she walked across her deck to the enormous swimming pool just behind the house. Towering lights surrounded the pool, clearly illuminating the woman's lovely figure as she stopped at the water's edge, and Terry could see the outline of her generous curves beneath the robe. His hands reflexively tightened on the steering wheel of the jet, and his suit made a faint beeping sound, alerting to his increased heart rate. He absently reached up and turned off his visual link with the computer at Wayne Manor.

The young woman, blissfully unaware that she was not alone, reached down and slowly untied her robe. As it gently fell to the ground to pool on the concrete, Terry got the most pleasant shock of his life. He'd been expecting to get a better look at her beautiful body, perhaps in a bikini or one piece. But the night had definitely improved, because the girl wasn't wearing a swimming suit. She wasn't wearing anything at all, in fact. She was completely naked, and Terry put his foot on the brake without realizing it.

The young woman leisurely stretched her arms over her head, giving him a spectacular picture of what she would look like sprawled out on a bed beneath him, and then she gracefully dived into the water. He knew he should leave. What he was doing was wrong, nothing short of an invasion of the woman's privacy. He also had to get to Wayne Manor before Bruce started worrying about him and tried to reestablish a visual link with him, but he couldn't seem to will himself to leave. Terry's eyes followed her as she slowly swam the length of the pool before turning and heading back to the other end. He watched her repeat this process several times. Obviously she stayed in shape by swimming laps. He was disappointed because, despite the generous light given off by the skylights, he couldn't clearly make out her body in the water.

Almost as if she were reading his mind, the woman emerged from the pool and slowly made her way to a nearby table where a number of towels had been set out for just such an occasion. Terry leaned against the steering wheel, his eyes transfixed by the sight of her curves gently bouncing in the moonlight. When she paused to run her fingers through her hair and then delicately wipe a few drops of water off of her breasts, Terry's stomach jerked in sexual awareness, and his foot slipped off of the brake.

He quickly jerked himself upright and slammed his foot down, but unfortunately, because he'd been leaning on the steering wheel when his foot slipped, the jet had immediately plunged toward the ground, and it had accelerated at an alarming rate. When he pushed on the brake and simultaneously lifted his weight off the steering wheel, the jet whirled wildly in the air so that he couldn't get his bearings. Terry took his foot off the brake again, trying to help the jet regain its balance, and right about then he heard a very loud crash as the jet rammed into an enormous tree and plummeted to the ground.

Dazed by the impact and the spinning motion of the jet, he stumbled out of the vehicle and looked up, into the surprised eyes of Bruce Wayne's new, very naked, neighbor. For a moment, there was absolute silence. Terry's eyes seemed to have a will of their own, devouring the sight of her. She was very petite, just about 5'. She had long, dark hair and enormous brown eyes that gave her a youthful appearance. Her body was out of this world. She had a waist he could circle with his hands, legs longer then his own though he was almost a foot taller then her, an ass that wouldn't quit, and breasts that were at once both large and perky. She seemed to be completely unaware of her nudity, or perhaps she was just so comfortable with herself that she felt she had nothing to hide. Every muscle in his body went tense, and he felt the heavy rush of blood to his groin as he responded to her proximity, his erection straining against the material of his suit.

"Well, this is a bit awkward, I'd say," the young woman remarked, and a jolt of lust went through his already painfully aroused body. Her voice was lilting and rich, and almost like a caress. She let her gaze slide over him in frank assessment, and his shaft twitched as her eyes roamed over him. "It's not every day I meet a masked man. Especially one that has fallen into my yard when I happen to be naked."

There was absolutely nothing Terry could say to that, and they both knew it. It was obvious the woman had figured out he'd been watching her. Then again, it didn't take a rocket scientist to put it together. Rather then stammer and attempt to make up some sort of lame excuse when they both knew the truth, he decided to brazen it out. He gave a careless shrug and said, "What can I say, I seem to have great timing."

The woman blinked at him in surprise, and then she laughed. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment. Since your jet won't be flying out of here anytime soon, could you excuse me for a moment?"

Terry nodded and then watched as she turned and slipped her robe back on. He felt a brief moment of disappointment, but when she turned to face him, the material of her robe was plastered to the wet contours of her body, and he could still see every one of her formidable charms quite clearly. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, and he had the insane desire to lean down and flick his tongue over them.

"There, that's better," she murmured as she finished tying the belt, her eyes once more doing a slow inventory of his body, making blood rush through his head.

"For you, maybe," he muttered, and then his eyes widened as he realized what he'd said.

The woman went still for a moment and eyed him speculatively. "Liked what you saw, did you?" she asked, a slight smiling gracing her luscious lips.

Terry wasn't sure what that strange look in her eyes meant, but he was protected by the shroud of his costume, and he felt unusually bold. Perhaps it was his rampaging desire and her nearness, or her somewhat friendly behavior, but he stepped closer to her, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his suit, sliding it down the length of his penis, and said between gritted teeth, "What do you think?"

She stared down at his hand holding hers over the hard outline of his arousal, and she licked her lips. "I see. Nice, very nice."

She lightly closed her fingers around him and Terry's eyes closed as a wave of pleasure ran through him. He became aware of the smell of her, a light, delicate scent that made him think of ocean shores. She leaned her body against his, her full breasts brushing against the top of his abdomen, and then she gently squeezed his shaft, causing him to moan out loud. He opened his eyes as a fingertip rested against his lips.

"Hush, my pretty stallion," she whispered, her eyes searching the darkness around them. "I am never alone, you know. Not for long."

Terry frowned, wondering what she was talking about, but before he could speak, she slid her hand from his groin to rest on his butt, and then she bucked her hips against his ever so lightly, the friction of her thighs sliding against his causing him to gasp. Her eyes seemed wild, full of passion and something else he didn't understand, but he knew she was as aroused as he was. She wanted him. And that knowledge pushed him to the brink of his control.

"It's been so very long," she whispered, running her fingers down his chest and around his waist, softly stroking them over the curve of his butt. "And I've been so lonely. I've forgotten what it feels like to be wanted, to be consumed by desire. I want to be touched, pleasured…Do you want to touch me?"

"Hell yes," Terry hissed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as her body gently slid against his. "Touch you, taste you, whatever you'll let me do."

A shiver went through her, and his arms tightened instinctively. "What promises you make, my beauty. Let us go inside and discuss this in private," she replied.

Terry glanced around, clearly confused, but he nodded in agreement. Seeing his look of consternation, the woman said, "Well, I know it seems to be quiet out here, but you just fell out of the sky about two minutes ago. Anyone could be out there right now."

Terry smiled and then, rather then set her down and lose the delicious feeling of her in his arms, Terry swept her off her feet and carried her into the house. She gasped as he lifted her with ease, and then smiled up at him wonderingly.

"My, my, you are a strong one," she laughed, the admiration in her voice clear. "And quite masterful, as well. I can hardly wait to feel you inside me."

The candidness of her words made Terry stumble in surprise. She was so very forward! He wondered if it had anything to do with the loneliness she'd mentioned earlier. He knew that she'd left her husband, but he didn't know how long ago that had been. Evidently, it had been quite awhile. He was flattered by the idea that he was the first man she'd been interested in since separating from her husband. And the notion made him feel strangely possessive as well.

Following her directions, he made his way through the gigantic house to her bedroom. He moved to the bed and then sat down on it, placing her in his lap. His erection bucked against her buttocks as they nestled into place on his lap, but he forced himself to be patient, for the moment.

"Now, what is it you would like to discuss?" he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of her robe, brushing with exquisite tenderness over the tops of her breasts.

"Becoming lovers, of course," she answered him, taking his hand in her own and sliding it beneath the fabric of her robe, cupping it around her breast. She licked her lips as his palm glided over her nipple, and sweat broke out on Terry's brow as he fought for control. "I must tell you I am married, and I have been since I was just a child. It was arranged by our families of course. My marriage was never a conventional one, and when I reached an age of independence, I chose to leave my husband. He refused to allow me a divorce, but I was granted separation. If we become lovers, it will be considered adultery."

Terry ran his hand up the length of a shapely thigh and honestly admitted, "Frankly, I could care less what its called." He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over one dainty ear.

She smiled at him and then reached down between them to stroke the tip of his aching shaft. "I know that, considering your mask, you most likely wish to keep your identity a secret. I understand your need for secrecy of course, but what do I call you?"

Terry paused for a moment, considering her question as carefully as he could with the fires of lust raging through him. He quickly came to the conclusion that telling her his first name would be fairly safe. It was common after all. "Terry."

She smiled up at him and deliberately rubbed her body against his. "My name is Lora. I'm pleased to meet you, Terry."

He groaned as her curves slid over his muscles, and his eyes were feverish when he said, "Not yet, but I promise, you will be."