Fan Fiction ❯ Passion ❯ Tension ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: I do not own Batman Beyond, any of its characters or settings, I am not writing this story for profit, etc, blah blah…

This story contains strong sexual content…I know, I know, you're probably wondering WHEN…It's coming up soon, promise! If you are not 18 years of age or older, please do not read this.

Oh my god, she's here, Terry thought, his eyes wide as they roamed the length of Lora's curvaceous body, lingering on her fantastic breasts, tiny waist and endless legs. He felt the familiar surge of blood through his body as his penis rushed to attention, giving her it's own silent greeting. Bruce arched an eyebrow at him, and there was a hint of laughter in the old man's eyes. Bruce knew, Terry thought, but he did nothing to cover the evidence of his arousal. He simply stood there and stared at her like an idiot.

Lora continued to smile at him, but she wondered what was wrong. He wasn't talking to her. Had she shown up at a bad time? Was he not allowed to have visitors? She hoped he wasn't going to get in trouble for her unexpected visit. She cast a worried look at Bruce Wayne, but he didn't seem upset at all. He seemed rather amused, actually.

She glanced back at Allen, and he was still staring at her in that odd way. Maybe he didn't remember her. They'd only spoken for a minute, after all. Although it was hard to believe he'd forgotten her already. It'd only been a couple of hours, and if he had forgotten her, that didn't speak well for his memory retention. "It's me, Lora Carlton. You stopped by earlier today to welcome me to the neighborhood."

He blinked as if coming out of a trance and grinned at her, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. "Of course I remember you. How could I forget a woman with a body-um, yeah, right, so what are you doing here, exactly? As I recall, you didn't seem too happy to meet me."

Now it was Lora's turn to blush, although her pulse was already racing from his comment about her body. It was more then flattering to know he also found her attractive. "That wasn't the case at all, Mr. McGinnis."

He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Really? I sure thought so. No one has ever slammed their door in my face before."

Bruce had been silently observing their strange behavior and had come to the conclusion that the youngsters definitely liked one another. He had remained quiet, intrigued by their strained mannerisms. But when he heard Terry mention getting a door slammed in his face, he laughed out loud in genuine amusement. The young woman glanced at him, a becoming blush on her face, and said, "I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just…Well, I'm new to Gotham, and I don't know anyone here yet, and a girl can never be too careful, you know."

"Wrong," Terry cheerfully commented, lazily walking over to Lora's side, his heart pounding in his chest as he drew close enough to smell her sweet scent. "You know us now. You are right about taking precautions, though. Gotham is a dangerous city. We have a lot of, er, costumed weirdoes here."

Bruce glared at him, but Terry managed to keep a straight face. Lora turned an even darker shade of red, thinking about the masked man she'd "met". Terry knew exactly what she was thinking of, and knowing that she was remembering him making love to her was incredibly sexy. He moved closer to her, his body almost quivering, his dick straining at the seam of his pants. "I noticed when I went to your house that your front gate is motion sensitive, and anyone can drive right in. You should really change that."

Lora immediately looked up, bristling at what she perceived to be an intrusion on her independence. Maximus had spent years ordering her around as if she were too stupid to think on her own. No man would ever tell her what to do again. "Thanks for the suggestion, I'll think about it."

Bruce and Terry blinked at her sharp tone, both men well aware that a moment before she had seemed to be well disposed towards him. The two men exchanged a glance that clearly said they'd never understand women. Bruce decided he should leave them alone.

"Lora was just telling me she had something to say to you," Bruce said, glancing down at his watch. "I have an appointment in the city and I need to get going. But it was nice to meet you, Lora. Please feel free to visit anytime."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," Lora replied, giving him a brilliant smile.

"Bruce," he gently corrected her, before turning and making his way out of the house. He didn't have any such appointment, but he could always run a few errands in the city. Enough to be gone for a few hours, at least.

"What did you have to tell me?" Terry asked, his curiosity roused, though not nearly so much as his lust. Just standing next to her was proving to be immensely difficult. He wanted to touch her so badly it was driving him crazy.

Lora blinked at him, noticing the way his unbelievably blue eyes had darkened as he looked at her. She had no idea what he was thinking, but she recognized admiration when she saw it. Her heartbeat kicked into high gear as her eyes traced the hard outline of his body, and then her gaze widened as it skimmed over his rather obvious erection. She suddenly felt light headed. This man wanted her as much as she wanted him. She shook her head, telling herself she was being irrational and forcing her body to calm down. She couldn't get involved with this man, she already had a lover.

"I just wanted to apologize. I was rude to you this morning, and I'm sorry," she said, tearing her gaze away from his oh so tempting body.

Terry had seen the direction of her eyes, and he knew she'd seen his erection. Since there was nothing he could do about it, he decided to follow her lead and act as if it didn't exist. "That's ok. I understand. It was nice of you to stop by."

Lora grinned as her gaze met his. "I also couldn't resist a chance to meet Mr. Wayne. I've only lived here a short time, and I've already heard about him. A lot of people think he's eccentric, but he seems very sweet to me."

Terry smiled, thinking no one knew the half of Bruce's oddities, but he only politely nodded and said, "Yeah, Bruce is pretty cool, if you're on his good side. But he can be a bitch to deal with if you piss him off."

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience," she teasingly responded, her eyes shining with amusement.

"I am," he muttered, recalling more then one occasion when the old man had chewed his head off during one of his moods.

"Listen, I have to get going," Lora said, thinking she should get away from this beautiful man before she did something she might regret. "My place is a mess, I have a ton of unpacking to do. Don't be a stranger, okay? Stop by and see me sometime. I promise not to slam the door in your face again."

Terry grinned at her, only slightly disappointed that she was leaving so soon. But it was only two more nights until their rendezvous. He could live. "I will," he promised, his eyes sliding over her one last time as she turned to leave.

Lora waved at him, gave one more kiss to Ace II, and then walked out the front door. Terry and Ace II glanced at one another and sighed in male bliss.

"I'm a little jealous of you, mutt," Terry said, affectionately scratching Ace II behind the ears. "You got more action from her then I did!"

The dog gave a suspiciously smug sounding bark and then trotted away. Terry moved to a window and watched Lora's BMW drive away. He had no idea how he was going to survive the next couple days, but he was not going to go see Lora until after he'd made love to her again. If he did, he'd jump on her like a lust crazed animal, and ruin any chances of establishing a normal relationship with her.

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The next couple days flew by for Lora. She spent most of her time unpacking, and Dane had decided to help her, after she'd managed to corner him. She was a bit surprised that Allen didn't stop by to see her, but then again, the young man had a life. He was attracted to her, but by no means her slave. And she would never want a man to be completely at her feet, that would be both annoying and boring. Still, she couldn't help feeling the slightest bit disappointed.

She made a few trips into Gotham, to get a feel for the city. It was dark and imposing, and filled with the strangest people. Half the population went around wearing costumes, and she realized even if she wanted to, it'd be almost impossible for her to figure out who her lover was based on the sheer number of masked people in the city. She went shopping, and made a trip to a local beauty spa. Retail and physical therapy, all in one day. By the time Thursday night rolled around, Lora had almost forgotten her meeting with her lover. Almost. The majority of the day went by uneventfully, but as evening settled in, she decided to take a quick swim, and remembered her meeting with Terry. She decided to wear a bikini this time, just to be safe. If he was flying around in the dark, god only knew how many other people were.

Once she started thinking about her lover, her body grew tense in anticipation. Suddenly, time seemed to crawl by. After her swim, she found herself repeatedly watching the clock. She showered and then perfumed her body, and tried to pick out something suitable to greet him in. But, in the end, she decided to simply wear nothing at all. He liked her naked. It was a shame she hadn't gotten him naked yet, but she knew she would. Eventually. It might take a bit of time. Whatever reason he had for wearing a costume, she doubted he'd strip if she asked him to. Not that she'd expect him to unmask for her, but it'd be nice to see him completely naked. She'd have to earn his trust, first.

Just thinking about him made her body fill with a delicious heat, and she absently ran her fingers up her thighs, sliding them lightly over her vagina, just teasing the tip of her clit. Her body was highly sensitized and shivered with pleasure, and she smiled as she realized it wouldn't take much to climax. But she decided to wait, to save it for her lover.

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Terry paced the length of the Bat Cave like a caged animal. Bruce was out at a fund-raiser, he said he'd be gone for the evening. Terry had already scouted the city, and taken care of a few minor burglaries. Rumor had it that Spellbinder might be making some moves soon, but thus far the city had been unusually quiet. Normally Terry would be nervous about such a seemingly peaceful setting, but right now he was concerned with more important things. Like the fact that a gorgeous woman was waiting for him to strip her naked and make love to every inch of her divine body.

He wondered if she was counting the hours, like he was. He felt incredibly nervous, afraid that when he showed up, she might have changed her mind about taking a lover. Maybe the other night had been an impulsive decision she was regretting. He didn't know, and he had no way of finding out either. Perhaps if he established a better relationship with her as Allen, he could ask. But that wouldn't be for some time. You didn't just ask a person you hardly knew how they felt about their lovers.

He sighed and ran a hand though his hair, looking at the clock again. Another hour. He was going to go mad. In an effort to stay calm, he went upstairs and had a quick snack. Ace II shamelessly begged for food and, because Terry was distracted, he actually fed the dog food from the table. Ace II and Bruce had both been quite taken with Lora, and Terry's mentor had grilled him about the girl as soon as he'd gotten back home from his "appointment." Terry had told Bruce that he'd been invited to stop by Donovan Hall whenever he wanted, but other then that, he'd remained stubbornly silent when Bruce had tried to get him to answer a few questions. Such as whether or not he was interested in the woman. Oh, he was interested all right. So much that she seemed to consume his every thought at times.

He kept thinking of her, waiting for him. He wondered if she was naked. At that thought, his body grew taut with lust, and his penis promptly rose up in an impressive erection. He shifted in the chair, thinking about how she'd looked naked in the moonlight, and his shaft bucked in memory. He closed his eyes and recalled the way she'd felt, riding him. His dick started to ache, and he rubbed his palm down it absently, trying to calm himself. A shiver of pleasure sliced through him, and he frowned. He didn't want to be so aroused that he came too soon. He didn't know when she'd let him see her again, so he'd have to draw out their lovemaking, and enjoy it to the fullest.

A clock down the hall chimed the hour, and his penis seemed to throb in rhythm to the sound of the pealing bells. Finally, the time for waiting was over. He eagerly rose and made his way down to the Bat Jet. He hopped in, set the plane to auto pilot, and headed for Donovan Hall.