Rough Starts:

Over the next couple weeks Dee found herself overwhelmed with running errands both for herself and for the Riddler. They had been out a few more times, but the man's concentration seemed to be focused elsewhere. Everything that had been ordered from Kittlemeier's had been picked up. She was more than pleased with the costumes and weapons. When she was alone in her room, she tried all the items on wondering what Eddie would think of her in each of them.

Smoothing her hands over her hips, Dee did a turn in front of the full-length mirror at the dress she now wore. It had a high collar like the Asian dresses she was used to, and sleeveless. The bodice on it was tight, with a teardrop cutout over her breasts. It flared down to a full, ankle length skirt. Everything was in some shade of green, this one being a bright emerald green.

"Why, yes, Eddie. I'd love to have this dance with you," she said softly, dipping in a slight curtsey. Putting her arms around the phantom Riddler, she twirled around her room, her bare feet shuffling in the thick carpet. A knock at her door sent her stumbling and falling onto her bed. Blushing furiously as if someone had caught her daydreaming out in the open, she managed to pull herself together. "Yes?"

"May I come in?" the Riddler asked. He had been standing outside her door, listening to her humming tunelessly, wondering what she was doing. The sound of her tripping had made him want to chuckle.

"Um, hold on a second!" she said hurriedly.

Muffled curses could be heard along with her hopping around. Now Eddie was having a hard time not just trying the doorknob to see what she was up to. What was she doing?

"Are you ok in there?" he asked when he heard her growl and slam the closet door shut.

The door opened and she stood there, wearing her robe over her pajamas. Her face was red and she was breathing a little harder than usual. "Sorry, yeah. I'm fine. What can I do for you?" she asked, allowing him to step in.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Hm? Oh! No, no. I was just double checking that the stuff I got from Kittlemeier fit, that's all," she said, pushing her hair back as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He closed the door behind him. "I thought you'd done that when you got it all last week?" The only reason he said this was to watch as the blush creped back up her neck and to her cheeks.

"I, uh, did. But a couple of them I wasn't certain about," she quickly said.

"That was almost believable. You lie well," he chuckled, sitting next to her. Exposing her neck, he leaned in and kissed it lightly. He felt the shudder that went through her body and heard her sigh. As he continued kissing her neck, he put his left arm around her waist and drew her closer, speaking in between kisses. "Tomorrow night we're going out. I have a job planned and the riddle is being delivered in the morning."

"Mmhm," she mumbled dreamily as she curled her fingers at the nape of his neck, her hand on his left bicep.

The Riddler tipped her back on the bed, his right hand cradling her head as he kissed her, his left pushing the robe away as he cupped her hip. Dee let out a little moan as his hand trailed up her body, bunching up the camisole she wore on one side. Her leg ran up the side of his as he stroked the curve of her breast.

Yes. This is what we've been in need of, he thought to himself as she responded naturally to every caress and kiss he gave. He had come in, only intent on telling her about tomorrow's heist. The way she looked in her robe made his mind turn to other things. There was plenty of time to give her details.

Dee's mind was desperately trying to surface from where it had been plunged. Every time she thought she was reaching the surface, yet another wave of pleasure washed over her, plunging her deeper. The nipping and sucking kisses being placed lower and lower on her neck, coupled with the arousing strokes of his hands on her body were drowning her.

Breath. Need to breath! her mind cried desperately.

A tug at the drawstring of her pajama bottoms brought her around quickly. She became aware of where her hands were as she felt the soft leather of his belt on her skin. With a gasp, she back peddled to the other side of the bed pulling her robe around her exposed breasts, a shocked look on her face.

He's seen me! she panicked.

Panting himself, Eddie looked up from where she had wiggled away from him, his shirt half open and his hair mussed. He moved toward her, his eyes alight with ardor.

"What's the matter?" he said, reaching out for her.

Kicking back again, Dee fell off the bed and backed herself into a corner. "No. Please don't!" she begged holding a hand up to keep him away. But you want him near you, Dee. You want him touching you again. While it was true she did, she was petrified of him right now.

"I know this is your first time. I'll go slow," he said as if that would make it all better.

Her head shook fiercely, strands of red whipping back and forth. "No!"

Edward was surprised to see tears trickle out of her eyes as she curled up in the corner, eyes closed tightly as if she had been beaten. Stepping off the bed, he sat next to her and pulled her into his arms, hushing her and wiping her tears away. In the past few weeks, they had made out heavily. Dee had allowed his hands to wander more and more each time. Hers certainly had started wandering where they pleased. But now...

What the hell just happened?

Dee allowed him to hold her, even putting her arms around him as she cried in earnest into his shirtfront. For a moment, they sat in silence as he rocked her back and forth.

"Tell me what the problem is, Kitten," he said, pushing her hair away from her face to look at her.

"I just... It isn't right," she said. Now she felt stupid, but she was afraid he would be angry with her. She wondered if she could possibly tell him the truth without him hating her.

"That's ok," he said, even though he was disappointed. She had gotten him worked up and now he was left with the desire for her pushed back to simmer. "Is there something I can do to make it right?"

There was a long pause before she pressed her head back against his shoulder and she fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt. "No," she lied. There were things he could do; she was just too embarrassed to tell him what those things were.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you it's that when you're nervous and lying, you don't look at me and you find something to play with. Usually it's my tie. So why don't you tell me what you're not willing to say and get it over with?"

"You'll hate me or think I'm an idiot," she mumbled.

He watched as she fastened and unfastened the same button. Furrowing her brow, she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout when he placed his hands over hers. "Try me."

With a deep breath she said, "I'm scared."

Eddie chuckled and shrugged. "That's natural. I said I would go slow."

"No, you don't understand. It's petrifying fear, ok? I'm literally petrified of my first time," she said, holding his hand tightly. Releasing his hand, she turned herself in his arms, leaning her back against his chest. Robe tied tight, she pulled his hands around and rested them on her belly. "It's a stupid reason."

"But what exactly are you scared of? If you tell me, I can maybe help ease your fear," he said, unable to keep himself from kissing her cheek.

Unconsciously she tugged at his fingers. It was like she had reverted to a child in seconds, an adult topic and a child's embarrassment to speak about it. Once more he covered her hands and pressed them to her belly.

"C'mon. I won't laugh, get mad, hate you, or anything. Promise."

She shook her head. "I'd rather not talk about it right now."

"Just tell me when you're ready," he said. Please tell me soon. For now he contented himself in the fact that she would still allow him to touch her. Leaning against the wall, he nuzzled into her neck delighting in the smell of her skin. Today she wore none of the peach oil. Recently, he had found himself getting a strange tingle in his spine when he heard the word peach or smelled the fruit.

Dee turned herself on her side and curled into Eddie's lap as he stretched out. When she would be able to tell him what was on her mind, she didn't know. Things were all too new still. It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep with him, she did. Sighing, she pressed her cheek against his warm chest, the light sprinkling of hair he had there tickling her cheek. Dee rested her right hand on his belly, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms despite how she had felt only minutes earlier. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

"I hope this isn't always how it'll be," the Riddler said as he settled her on the bed, pulling a blanket over her. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left her room.
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