Super Friends Part 3/?
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Friday night came around and found Vicky Vale in the mirror getting ready for her big date with Bruce Wayne. He said that they would catch a movie then have dinner. The attire would be casual according to Bruce. After trying many outfits, Vicki decided on a seaspray green mini skirt that zipped up the side, a pale pink summer sleeveless sweater and a white cardigan that she wore around her neck just in case she got cold. She wore her hair back held by a hair band and donned her neck with a plain white gold chain. Her shoes were white flats with the heels out.
Just as Vicky was sure that the last hair was in place, her doorbell rang. She didn’t have to ask…she knew it was Bruce. She opened the door and saw her knight in shining armor standing there. He wore khaki pants, a pale green oxford shirt and brown leather string up shoes. He was dashing. The look on his face was priceless when Vicky answered the door.
“Hi…ready?” Bruce asked.
“Yea, just let me grab my purse.”
“Vicky, you look beautiful,” Bruce said in such an endearing tone.
“You’re quite dashing yourself, Bruce,” Vicky responded with an endearing smile. “Shall we go?”
Bruce held the door for Vicky as they left her apartment and headed for his Lexus LX470 SUV. Alfred had offered to drive but Bruce wanted to be on his own tonight.
This date was the start of many and soon, Vicky and Bruce were ‘a couple’. They were photographed often for the Gotham society page. Bruce did not have much patience for people invading his private life and Vicky just didn’t know what to think of it all.
Bruce and Vicky had been dating for about six months and had headed for yet another night out. Vicky had not been really in the mood to go out but wanted to spend the time with Bruce. When Bruce approached the valet of the restaurant, he looked over at Vicky to see her looking out the window. It had started to rain just a little.
“Penny for your thoughts…” Bruce tried.
“Oh, nothing…just…”
“What is it Vicky? Talk to me,” Bruce pleaded.
“I’m sorry Bruce. You’ve been so good to me and I appreciate it, but I just want to stay in tonight and maybe watch a movie and talk. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful…”
“Oh, darling, why didn’t you just say so. I thought…”
“No, Bruce, I’m simple, trying to fit into your lifestyle…”
“No, Vicky, I don’t want you to change for me,” Bruce started as he waved the valet away and proceeded back towards Wayne Manor.
Once back home, Bruce poured a couple of glasses of wine while Vicky kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch in Bruce’s bedroom. This was her first time back in there since she had cared for him. Bruce returned with the two glasses of wine and sat beside Vicky.
Vicky had turned the TV to the AMC channel and was watching The Thorn Birds . Bruce wrapped his arm around Vicky’s shoulders and pulled her to him. She laid her head on his chest. They first talked for hours about everything and nothing. Bruce ran his fingers through Vicky’s hair and she ran her hand across his chest.
Eventually, Bruce started to kiss Vicky, releasing long suppressed passion and before either of them knew it, Bruce had lifted Vicky to straddle his lap.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Bruce gathered Vicky in his arms and just held her there, to his chest, silently, facing the windows to the bay, as he lay next to her.
He looked out the window as he listened to her breathing become more regular and shallow. Soon, he knew she was asleep. At that moment he knew that this woman could destroy him and that was scary. Bruce Wayne, billionaire, was in love.
The next morning Bruce awakened to find Vicky’s spot next to him in bed empty and cold. He had a sudden feeling of loss. As he sat up he saw that the patio door was open and further assessment revealed Vicky standing outside, dressed in only one of his button down oxford shirts that hanged to her knees. The shirt was much too big for her but made her look so sexy to Bruce. She was looking into the waters of Gotham Bay.
Bruce came up behind Vicky and put his arms around her from behind. Vicky just laid her head back into Bruce’s chest.
“Did I mention last night Victoria, that I love you?”
“Oh, Bruce I love you, too.”
It was that moment that Bruce noticed tears rolling down Vicky’s cheeks. He quickly turned her around to face him. He held a soft loving expression in his eyes.
“Vicky…”
“I was…thought…maybe…last night was just…”
“Vicky, we made love. I do love you. I guess I never told you until now, but I do. I just want to make you happy,” Bruce said sincerely.
“Oh, Bruce…you do make me happy.”
tbc...
