* 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 . (s-h)

⠀ ⚕ 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐕 GOTHAM’S criminal defense attorney ﹠. slavic mob boss ⠀ 〝 YOU CONVINCED . . . yourself that you were 𝗼𝗻𝗲 step ahead , but you were ALWAYS 𝙏𝙒𝙊 steps BEHIND . 〞 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

( teeth dig gently into his lower lip— a light tug, before smacking her lips back against his. ) i’ve ..missed you..

( a light hum, digit tracing along his jawline. suppose it’s time they start moving toward something more… comfortable. )

( she’s tugging him closer, catching him in a gentle kiss. ) mhm..

i’m distracted. ( other hands glides up to cup his face, gaze momentarily fixating on his. )

mhm, yeah.. ( she’s inching closer, hand sliding down to rest on his bare hip, tugging him toward her frame. )

no christmas? what? ( brows knit together in confusion, thoughts being elsewhere. she’s focused… just not on his.. words. )

hmm..? ( eyes are trailing down. )

( a very big smile. ) mmm… hey there.

hello how are you doing? unwrap that.

unwrap that..

she turns her head on the pillow, watching the faint light catch the edges of his face. “mm. a whole minute. i’m impressed,” she murmurs, fingers brushing a slow line along his ribs. she tucks herself closer, “keep going. i’ll keep you awake if you fall asleep…”

she shifts just enough to rest her forehead against his shoulder, her fingers drawing lazy shapes against his chest. “that’s why i’m here... someone’s gotta teach you how to stay still for five minutes.” a faint smile touches her lips. “besides… you rest better when i’m here.“

against his shoulder, “ better than linen, hm? ” her fingers trace a slow line across his chest. “ i’ll take that as a compliment. ” she shifts just enough for her leg to brush his, “ been months i’ve seen you last… this close, i mean. “

she settles beside him easily, letting the blankets fall over them both as his arm curls around her waist. the little “ooh” earns a quiet laugh from her. “ you’re impossible, ” she hums, tucking herself closer against his side. at his comment, she huffs a small breath +

we always do,” she says quietly, glancing at him. “get sidetracked, i mean.” she sits at the edge of the mattress and pulls him down with her, hands still curved at his sides. “mm.. i’ve got a lot of warmth to give, y’know?”

heated blanket… *me.” she shoots him a playful wink, tugging him closer to the bed. “when’s the last time we lay down in each other’s arms? “

she turns just enough to catch his smile and mirrors it faintly. “look at that.. bruce wayne having faith in something. i should frame this moment.” then she brushes past him toward the bedroom, fingers trailing lightly at his arm. “no fireplace needed when you’ve got a +

she follows him up the stairs, arms folding loosely as a smile tugs at her mouth. “i’m not dragging a half-frozen vigilante to bed just to try..” she brushes his shoulder as she passes. “come on. i’ll make sure you warm up in an instant.”

“just making sure you don’t drop dead in the foyer before i even get my boots off.” she nudges his arm gently with her shoulder, a softer note slipping in under the teasing. “how about we slip under the sheets, hm? warm each other up a little..”

she watches him pull off the coat, gaze fixating on the sweater beneath— looked good on him. “please,” she scoffs lightly, stepping closer again. “i’ve handled worse winters than gotham’s.. and i’m not ‘worrying.’” a tiny pause. enough to betray the lie. +