Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for one year
and three months as of this chapter.

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The lamp illuminated the diary which held the bat's deepest secrets.
Secrets that grew as she wrote dirty details on its pages. Secrets
that not even her husband knew- fantasies, guys she knew before he
had met her, fantasies about guys she knew before he had met her...
but she'd been a good girl, after all. Never acting out, just
scribbling them in the pages. She stayed pure until she'd found the
right guy, after all.

Now, though, the pages were a housing of true stories. Placed they'd
done it, placed she wanted to do it, positions, things said before,
during, and after.

Content that her current dirty thoughts were well recorded, Rouge
locked the latch. Placing the book into her nightstand drawer, she
rolled onto her side. "Tom?" Her husband was in the kitchen, washing
dishes, giving her some time alone to write. The couple had moved back
into the upstairs penthouse apartment of Club Rouge, Night Babylon's
casino of choice and Rouge's primary home. That is, until they
married. Most of the time was now spent in the mansion outside of
Central City.

Private and quiet.

But now, December's freeze had moved in. The mansion grounds were
closed, the fruit fields dormant and the lovers relocated here, where
it was warmer. Not by location, but her apartment was a more confined
space and easier to heat.

"Tom! The dishes can wait! I'm lonely..." she called out, her familiar
sultry tone ending the words.

He stepped into the bedroom, Rouge holding out a hand to him.
"Sorry," he apologized, laying beside her. She ran a hand through
his hair. "I forgot how small this place is," he said, curling in
place, gently taking one of her feet by the hand, slowly massaging.
His fingers traced along the toes, all four of them, each spreading
out as she stretched her entire body, easing away tension and rest
from lying still, working on her diary.

"Thanks, but I need you up here," she ordered, calling him back
up the bed. Their eyes met as Rouge pulled him close for a deep,
wet kiss. However, both wouldn't say it, but they were to tired
for sex. The day had been spent moving boxes, car trips back and
forth between the cities to transport anything they deemed important,
not to mention the grocery store and a heavy amount of cleaning
of settled dust.

"I like your perfume."

She closed her eyes and smiled. It had faded a bit, but she could
still smell it, and was happy that Tom was able to smell it as well.
"Thank you," she said as he lay his head on her chest.

"I like these too."
She wished she wasn't so tired. Pulling her robe open so he could
get a better feel, Rouge fluffed her pillow, closing her eyes as she
reached for the light switch by the bed. Tom curled up, pulling the
blanket over them.

Rouge closed the books, organizing them in the filing cabinet.
"Nice to see Vic can run the place without me," she commented,
locking the cabinets.

"Mmm hmm," Tom muttered. He had enough number crunching and
fact-checking when the fruit company was in its business season. The
casino was more of the same.

"What are we doing for Christmas?" he asked, trying to focus
elsewhere.

"Hmm" she thought, "IF we invite people, we should throw the party at
the mansion. More room. And we'll have that big kitchen." Truth be
told, Rouge didn't want to simply admit that she didn't want people
barging into her apartment. The mansion, as hot as they could get
while alone, was large, open and friendly.

Her apartment above the casino was her private space. Shadow had
stayed their briefly while injured, but otherwise, it was a place
known only to her and Thomas Adriani.

Still, she had a point about the kitchen. True, the kitchen facilities
of the casino restaurant were suitable, but not for a traditional
meal. Even accounting for the casino being closed on Christmas day,
no, the mansion was more suitable.

Walking to the office door, she grabbed the knob. Open or not?
Licking her lips, the bat flipped the lock closed, turning around.
"Work's done. Wanna play?" Stepping back to the desk, she turned
the chair around, facing Tom.

"Here?" he asked. "The apartment's just upst-"

"What's wrong?" she teased. "Afraid someone will walk in on us?
Afraid all those people will hear us?" Crawling up onto him, playing
with his tie, "you worry too much, sometimes..."

"Okay, if you want," he replied, gently playing with her shirt
buttons.

She undid his tie, sliding it off. "I have a confession," she said,
"I didn't put any panties on."

He slid a hand between her legs. "So you didn't."

Pulling herself back, Rouge sat on the desk, legs spread. "Tom,
you slobbered all over my tits while you slept." Pulling her shirt
open, she continued gleefully, "I liked it, too." It was his
permission to suck her nipples, which he did, slowly gliding his
lips and tongue across them, one breast to the other. Sucking on
the left, hand on the right, Tom spat a glob of spit, pushing it with
his tongue, saliva dripping down.

She said through gritted teeth, "you naughty boy. What do you wanna
do now?"

Kissing up her neck, he whispered, "I want to bend you over this
desk. Bend you over and take you hard."

Sucking in breath, Rouge's heart raced. "Well then, I need to make
sure you're ready!" Jumping down, she unzipped his pants, pulling
Tom's erection free of his underwear. "Yeah, you're ready," she
remarked, resisting the urge to stroke him off. God, she wanted him
to cum on her tits and face.

His hands slid under her arms, hoisting the bat back up. Leaping free,
Rouge lay flat on her stomach, bent over, legs parted. His hands
grabbed her ass, pushing the skirt up. "Your skin is so soft,"
he said, gently placing the head of his penis to her opening. Both
her pussy and his cock were soaking wet, enough to allow him to slide
in easily.

She moaned, trying to keep her jaw clenched. If she screamed TOO
loud, someone would hear. Tom placed both hands on her hips, thrusting
slowly. The angle forced his dick against her g-spot directly, which
only hastened Rouge's pleasure. Taking a steady pace, he slid a hand
down, rubbing her clit, leaning downward now. The lovers breathed
heavily, trying not to scream out. Grabbing the loose necktie,
Rouge stuffed it in her mouth to muffle her groans.

Tom's hands slid underneath, pulling her upright, still slid down
on his cock. Kicking off a shoe, she placed her bare foot on the
desk, other leg balanced on the knee, her tail flattening
between them. Back arched to let him continue, Rouge enjoyed the
new position. Tom grabbed her chest, his other hand still caressing
her clitoris gently while he slowly kept his pace.

Breath left his nostrils faster, his thrusts quickening. "I'm gonna
cum. you ready?" She shook her head, keeping the tie in her mouth
to avoid yelling out. Without hesitating, Tom pounded Rouge from
behind, hard and quick, a human jackhammer. He kissed the back
of his wife's head, barely keeping his grunts quiet as he let loose,
squirting inside her. The force against her clit and g-spot caused
Rouge to squirt, a wet stream across the desk.

Finished and tried, Tom fell back into the office chair, Rouge still
on him. He flopped back, giving her room to sit without rising.
She spat out the tie. "Yeah... very nice." She was panting and
gasping for breath. Arms slipping around her wings, Tom hugged her
tight.

The knock at the door. Their eyes widened. "Boss?" It was Victoria,
the floor manager of the casino.

"Shit!" Rouge muttered. "Y-Yes Vic?" she asked aloud.

The voice asked, "just checking, didn't know if you were still in
there!"

"We're almost done," Rouge answered. "Get back to the floor, okay?"

They waited. "Damn. Think she knew?" Tom asked.

"Knowing her," she replied, "most likely." Raising off him, she
buttoned her shirt. "I wanna cuddle now. Maybe we should sneak
upstairs first, though." Helping her husband with his pants, she
gasped, noticing the desk. "OH!" Panicking, Rouge grabbed a glass
of water from the filing cabinet, placing it on the desk, knocking
it over with a quick backhand.

"There," she explained, "now they can clean it up and no one will
be suspicious!" Taking his hand, she led him upstairs.

They curled up in bed. "Why'd you let me take charge, anyway?"

She cocked an eye at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"You let me bend you over the desk. You're usually the one in
charge..." he responded, gently feeling the edge of her wing.

She said, "I'm almost always on top. I never ask what you want.
Just thought... maybe... I've been too dominating."

"But I like it," Tom said, "anyway, you're a lot shorter than me.
I'm always afraid I'll hurt you somehow, and-"

"You wouldn't hurt me. Not on purpose, not by accident!" She shouted.
"Two feet taller, big deal, Tom!" Smiling, her forehead rested
against his. "I was a secret agent, I did things no human could hope
to do. I could snap you in two if I wanted." Closing her eyes, she
continued, "you know I'd never do that, of course... but I'm not a
twig. You don't have to worry about me."

He held Rouge tight. "We almost got busted. What would you have done
if she walked in on us?"

"Vic? Maybe asked if she wanted to join in..." Rouge teased.

"Hell you would!" Tom responded, "Like you'd share."

"You're right, I wouldn't." She kissed his cheek. "You're all mine.
Anyway, I doubt you'd do her."

Tom kept silent for a moment. "It's not that I don't like Vic, it's
just that... all that fur..." He slid a hand across Rouge's thigh.
"She's not my type." Silent now, Tom played with the spikes of fur
above her neck. "Not like your fur, in all the right places..."

"I know what you mean," she said, "don't get defensive."

"Anyway, about Christmas plans..." Tom mentioned to change the
subject. "We gonna have a big thing for everyone?"

"Might as well," Rouge said. "If they come."

He said, "we'd better get plans made early."

"Don't worry," Rouge replied, "we have plenty of time."