— batsandbandages: "Five more minutes."

— societydxrling-archive-blog replied:

She roughly shoved him off the bed, eyes glimmering with amusement. “I refuse to be the reason you’re late for work just because you’re tired from the interpersonal gymnastics we did last night. Up and at ‘em, Doctor Elliot. I’ll make breakfast while you hop in the shower.” It was something, this offer. Selina wasn’t really a domestic morning after kind of girl.

batsandbandages:

“Ugh. You slave-driving harlot.” Tommy groaned from the floor, where he now lay prone and in a position that perfectly suggested the utmost despair. And to think, he’d been sleeping so soundly too - if he didn’t actually need to be in the OR in an hour, he might have really been mad. At least enough to climb back on the bed for a ruthless repeat performance of the previous night.

“‘Interpersonal gymnastics’, ‘wealth redistribution’ - you should write a new Thieves’ cant.” He snorted fondly, raking his fingers through his hair as he got up and made a game attempt at locating his clothes - what little of them had actually managed to wait until they were in the bedroom to disappear.

“That’s a new one,” Selina quipped wryly as she crawled over the bed to where Tommy was sprawled, nudging him with her toe as she slipped into one of his white dress shirts. “And I could, but I won’t — I’m not the one good with words in this room.” The sharp glance she spared him along with a fantastic view of her legs as he got up clearly said ‘if you utter a pun this morning I’m going to castrate you’, or something along that line. Except she wouldn’t do that, of course. No need to rid herself of a fine specimen of man this early in time. Who else had such a great collection of wine? Bruce. But she much rather preferred Tommy at the moment, and so she restrained from such crude methods of inflicting pain on her lover (if you could call them that) in moments of annoyance.

She nudged his ankle again to gesture to the boxers that had been flung onto the doorknob, and then tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom. “I’d join you, but I’d rather not be the cause of death for your patient. And no, that isn’t an invitation for you to cajole me on the benefits of showering with the great Thomas Elliot.” She might as well have threatened to send him to work smelling like flowery massage oils again for all she cared. She smiled fondly as she headed out of the bedroom to the kitchen to see what she could salvage for breakfast. Who knew Selina Kyle was capable of being so goddamn domestic?

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