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Eddie tugged at his collar. The tux was slick, well-fitted, and stolen - but that wasn't what made him chafe. Black tie attire just wasn't his style.
He put up with it, though. Just like he did back in Gotham. If the score was worth it, he'd wear a damn clown suit.
Selina, on the other hand, looked like she was born to wear that black dress. Dark, shimmering satin flowed down those wonderful legs, the skirt splitting all the way up to her thigh. The rest wrapped snug around her waist and belly, cradling her breasts like a lover would. The garment was held upon her body by only two tiny little straps.
With her confident, dignified strut and her creamy, porcelain skin, Selina cut quite the vision of elegance. Like she was meant to be there - no, like she owned the whole damn building. Even now, the ease with which the temptress slipped into such smooth grace astonished Eddie.
If the job went south, at least he got to see Selina dolled up again. He appreciated her from afar, however. It would be suspicious if they approached the gala together, so they had to go separately. First Selina, then him. Eddie didn't mind. It gave him a good view of that lovely peach of an ass.
"Remember your alias?" Selina's voice came through his earpiece as he made his approach to the museum's front steps.
"Eric Norton." Eddie made a face as he smoothed out his tux. "You shouldn't have used our same initials."
A small giggle fluttered across the comm line.
"Don't tell me you're superstitious?" Selina teased. There was glee in her voice. Ten years back, it would have turned a greenhorn Eddie into a stuttering mess.
"I'm not. They have algorithms about these things, you know? Makes it easier for law enforcement to track us down."
Eddie was near the main doors now, his attention flickering from the other guests to the tall, burly security staff. So big and brawny that they looked ridiculous in their suits, bulging out the fabric. He'd already lost sight of Selina, but her hum came crystal clear over the line.
"Just having a little fun, Mr. Norton. Or have you already forgotten what 'fun' is?"
"Not being in prison is fun." Eddie grumbled quietly. The security guard waved his handheld metal detector down Eddie's flanks, either unaware or uncaring.
Meanwhile, Selina let out a scoff.
"And here I thought I'd converted you to a life of thrills." Mock disappointment colored her tone. "Maybe I'm losing my edge."
The guard waved him inside. Eddie kept his voice low as he brushed on past.
"Your touch is fine, Cat."
"Just fine?"
"It's amazing. Nothing else like it. Happy?"
"We make a clean getaway and I'll be over the moon." Her voice dropped an octave, turning thick and sultry. "And you know how I like to celebrate…."
Eddie cleared his throat, glancing around the museum main hall. He couldn't help but fear one of the stuffed suits overhearing them. It was ridiculous, bordering on irrational, but the fleeting looks from the other party goers put him on edge all the same.
"Right. Can you keep it cool during the job?" He pressed.
"Can you?"
"Funny. Do you remember your alias?"
"Sienna Kenson is here to mingle with the pretty people." Selina spoke now with a lighter cadence, sounding like a whole different woman. Gone was the cunning temptress: a care-free ditz had taken her place. Eddie could hear the appeal. If one was into spoiled valley girls….
"You're pretty confident these people won't see right through us." Eddie groused as he came to idle by a glass display case. He pretended to inspect the contents - seafaring tools. Worthless to them.
"In this dress?" He heard Selina scoff. "Babe, they'll be too busy looking at my tits to see anything else."
Eddie chewed his tongue. She had him there. He forced himself to relax a bit… but the thoughts of other men eyeing up Selina had taken unwanted residence in his head.
"Makes sense." He said flatly.
"Promise me you won't get jealous again?" Selina prodded. Eddie's frown deepened. Either she could hear his displeasure… or she was watching from afar. "It's cute, but we're on the job tonight."
Eddie nodded, stepping back from the display case. He adjusted his bowtie again, casting his eyes over the crowd. He couldn't pick out Selina. That was good. Wasn't it?
"I'm all business tonight, Cat." He agreed.
"Mmm. I love a man on a mission." Even over the comm line, her purr had his gut doing knots.
Eddie swallowed, commanding his body to settle. He was on lookout. He had to be sharp. Focused.
But as he waded into the den of high society, a part of his mind was claimed by Selina Kyle. He would never stop wondering: How the hell did he luck out with her?
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Eventually, Eddie managed to relax. Even swiped himself a glass of golden champagne from one of the waitstaff. Had to look natural, right?
There were four power junctions keeping the security systems up for the museum, each located at a different corner of the main hall. They'd already gotten one. Now, Selina was ready to go to work on number two. Just like the last one, it would be out of sight, tucked away in the arched walkway running parallel to the main hall. Just beyond the pillars, placed high up on the wall. Eddie wasn't built for that. As such, he kept watch.
"You're clear." He kept his voice low, watching the gala security drift on. Two big fellows doing the rounds - who had lingered near Sienna Kenson a bit longer than either of them liked.
"Thought they'd never take their eyes off me." Selina sighed over the comm. Eddie watched her glide on, black skirt flowing about her legs. So graceful was the way she moved, so calm and sure. Eddie envied that about her.
"Plenty of eye candy in here." He observed, putting his eyes elsewhere. "More than enough to give you an opening."
"Is that so?"
Her tone was teasing, but there was something else in there too. Danger, Eddie's gut told him.
"Well… if you're into the spoiled airhead types."
"Are you?"
Eddie suddenly felt his tux becoming far tighter around the neck.
"I like to think I have more… refined tastes."
"Uh-huh."
Dry tone. Very dry. Not the best sign. Eddie knew that was going to bite him in the ass later. Perhaps literally. He didn't have time to dread over it, though. Someone was approaching.
A woman. Blonde.
"Hey. You don't look like you're from around here." The blonde's voice was high and silky. British, posh accent. Exactly the type he'd expect to come from those full, pink-painted lips.
She was a pretty, young thing - twenty-two, twenty-three if Eddie had to guess. Her figure was bold, buxom, abundant in a way that emphasized womanhood rather than weight. Rich purple was her cocktail dress, hugging the splendid contours of her body. The skirt ended mid-thigh, but the neckline… that sported a deep, deep V. Eddie wondered just how strong the material was to keep all that from bursting free.
Long lashes batted around sweet, kind eyes. Doe eyes. Eddie could see they didn't hold a single complex thought.
That didn't mean he couldn't be polite.
"I'm not." Eddie answered. He kept his eyes sharp. He was still on the job. "Just visiting."
"Me too!" The blonde perked up, putting her hand to her chest. Plenty of interesting movement from that one. "I just love coming here for the holiday. Wonderful beaches, no?"
"They're pretty nice, I suppose. Good view."
Eddie scanned her face, taking in the delicate and the elegant. High cheekbones, straight nose, slightly dimpled chin. Lips that looked soft as silk, smooth as butter. Enticingly glossy. Her expression remained bubbly. Innocent.
Why was she talking to him?
The blonde smiled and flipped some hair over her shoulder. More captivating movement - especially within that plunging V. Eddie respectfully kept his eyes elsewhere… to the best of his ability.
"Perfect weather for tanning." The woman hummed. "Do you tan?"
"I get sunburn easily."
She let out a couple of "tsks", those pink lips pursing in so tantalizing a fashion. Suddenly her hand was resting on Eddie's arm.
"That's why you need to wear lotion." She drifted just a bit closer. Close enough now that Eddie could feel the heat coming off her. The blonde's smile grew, those doe eyes alight with warmth. But why? "It's better when you have someone to help out."
"I don't doubt it." Eddie replied as politely as he could manage. He couldn't let this woman distract him. "It's just not my thing, though."
The woman pouted, giving off a soft, little sound of disappointment.
"That's too bad. What is your thing?" She asked, pressing just a bit closer. Confusion welled up in Eddie's gut, though he tried not to show it on his face. Just what was this woman's deal? What was she after?
He just had to play it natural.
"Reading. Drawing up designs, plans. Going over calculations. Stuff that keeps me indoors with the air-conditioning." He answered sincerely.
"Aw. Sometimes a little heat is good for you."
"I don't like to sweat."
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For a certified genius, it was astonishing just how thick Eddie Nygma was. All that blatant flirting and that poor girl was getting nowhere.
A part of Selina sympathized. Another part of her was tickled utterly pink. But through those emotions rose another. A rising thorn prickling at the back of her head.
Jealousy. It was completely silly. Selina knew that. The blonde was appealing, there was no doubt about that. A lush, alluring figure poured into that fetching purple number, with cleavage offered up in spades. Eddie just wasn't taking the bait - if he even noticed the bait at all. The dope looked more confused than anything.
Eventually, the blonde trotted off, failing to mask her dejection. Even Selina had to feel for the bimbo.
The cat thief took her opening, slipping up behind Eddie and tapping his shoulder.
"That was painful." She poked him with her elbow.
"Don't be rude." Eddie groaned. "She was just being friendly."
"Yeah. Real friendly. She was flirting with you, dork."
The scoff he let out then left Selina stunned. She couldn't believe the man was that thick.
"Come on. It was smalltalk."
Selina gave Eddie a look. As the seconds ticked by it became shockingly clear that he was serious. He really had no idea.
There was a flicker up in her head then. A decision was made.
She grabbed Eddie by the lapel of his coat and quickly pulled him into the walkway, dragging him out of sight behind one of the pillars. Either no one noticed or no one cared. Now she had him alone. All to herself.
The look on his face, the wide eyes and open mouth, Selina committed it to memory. She just knew his heart was pounding. Her own fluttered with wicked glee.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eddie hissed.
"Thought we'd have a little smalltalk." Selina breathed huskily. Her hands crept up his chest, slithering around the back of his neck. Knowing Eddie, her intent probably didn't sink in until she'd smashed their lips together.
The kiss was deep and hungry. Eddie let out a sound - or tried to. Selina drank it down, snuffing out arguments as they came with her own tongue. It wasn't long before she'd swayed him over to her side. She felt deep, burning satisfaction as the tension in his body melted away. Even sweeter was the feeling of his arms coiling around her waist. By the time they broke apart, Eddie was panting, his lips pink and inflamed. The look on his face was dazed, dreamy, and utterly dopey. A cute look for her special dork.
"Woah." He huffed out.
Damn right, boy.
"Cat got your tongue?" Selina caught his lower lip between her teeth, swiping her tongue against it.
Eddie offered up another quick kiss to free himself. Their tongues danced for a sweet moment, but he pulled away.
"For a minute there, yeah." He looked to the side, checking to see if anybody was approaching. He was worried… but not enough to wrestle free, Selina noted with amusement. "What's gotten into you?"
Selina hummed innocently, sliding one hand down to play with his bowtie.
"Just wanted to make sure you remembered who you came with." Another quick kiss stolen. Then she stole another. Tiny, teasing pecks as she trailed down to his poor, vulnerable neck.
"Oh my God." Eddie breathed as Selina began to suck on his throat. "You're jealous?"
Selina pressed herself against him, trapping Eddie against the pillar. His slender frame was pleasantly solid… but not nearly as alluring to her as the hardness she knew was growing below the waist. Selina grazed her teeth over his throat, bringing her knee up between Eddie's legs.
Rock hard already. Just like she expected. A wicked thrill coiled through Selina's belly, feeling the thickness of him stuffed down his pant leg. She reached down and copped a feel, loving the way he tensed up as she squeezed.
Selina drew back and met Eddie's eyes.
"Right." The man swallowed. "Stop talking."
"Smart boy." Selina purred.
The night was young. The job could wait. She gave his fat cock another squeeze through his trousers.
Her genius dork needed a reminder of just who he belonged to.