Can't Help Myself

"S'not fair."

I turn around and to look at my boyfriend Wally who's sitting on the edge of my bed looking like a sad puppy who just lost his favorite bone. I sigh heavily as I finish tying my navy blue tie. I hate seeing him like this, especially when it's all my fault he's feeling that way.

"I'm sorry, Wally. I'm really, really sorry," I say for the 10th time tonight. "But Bruce didn't invite you and he won't change his mind no matter what I say."

"Stingy old man."

"Hey, man." I walk over to him and poke him hard in the forehead. "Don't talk about him like that."

"Hmph. He pouts, half in joke, before taking both of my tiny hands in his large ones and pulling me closer to wrap his arms around my slim waist. "Well if I can't go, why can't you stay?"

When he talks to me in that soft, gentle tone, it makes me want to do anything and everything he asks of me, if if I really shouldn't.

"Because you know what Bruce'll do if I stay behind, especially if he finds out it was because of you."

"Then don't tell him."

"And when he finds out I lied to him, we'll both be dead together."

"Then we'll make sure he doesn't find out." I sigh again before shaking my head.

"Tell me why I would be willing to go through with this?" He stands up and takes my lfet hand in his right one while keeping his other one on my side. He starts to sway, moving me with him, dancing to a song only he can hear.

"Because I don't want anyone else besides me dancing with you?"

Good. But not good enough.

"Good excuse. But you'll have to do better than that." I challenge people. It's what I do for a living.

Tell me how you love me more
And how you think Im sexy baby
That you dont want nobody else
You dont want this guy you dont want that guy you wanna

"Hmm...because I love you? Because you're looking way too sexy right now? Because I don't want anyone else in my arms right at this moment but you?"

Well damn, Wally.

Touch yourself when you see me
Tell me how you love my body
And how I make you feel baby
You wanna roll with me you wanna hold with me
You wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me

The hand on my side slides to the small of my back to push me against his chest lightly while we continue to sway and I close my eyes as I inhale his scent.

"Because your body is perfect? Because you make me feel like I'm on fire when you're around me? Because I'm way too cold when you're not with me?"

Shit, Wally. Stop it.

Tell me you depend on me
I need to hear it

"Or because I need you so bad it hurts?"

Baby you're the perfect shape
Baby you're the perfect weight
Treat me like my birthday

He spins me around halfway and slithers his arms around my waist again to pull me against him. I can't stop my hands as they float down to rest on his in reflex. It's amazing how I fit against his body perfectly, how I'm so light that he can lift me up with ease; as if I was made especially for him.

I want it this way I want it that way I want it
Tell me you dont want me to stop(don't stop)
Tell me it would break your heart

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks against my ear. I shake my head no.

"Don't stop..."

Dammit, I sound so quiet and blissful and girly that it's embarrassing. But he's showering me with words of love and I am so totally whelmed. I don't care nearly as much as I should.

I just love to hear you say it
It makes a man feel good baby

"Did I say I love you already?" Even without looking at him I can tell he's grinning like a hyena. A handsome hyena. Because he knows he's got me convinced to stay. Honestly, he had me at that first "I love you." But I want to hear him say it again.

"Yeah...but it doesn't hurt to say it twice." He kisses the side of my jaw sweetly before whispering,

"I love you."

I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone to call Alfred. (yes, Alfred has a cell phone.) It rings for literally half a second before he picks up on the other side.

"Yes, Young Master Richard?"

"Hey Alfred. Um, could you tell Bruce I can't go to that charity thing? Cuz I kinda-"

"It's already been taken care of, young sir."

Blink.

"It...it has?"

"It has. I told Master Bruce that you came down with a last minute flu and would not be able to stand upright, let alone socialize with other human beings."

"Uh, thanks, Alfred."

"It was my pleasure, Young Master Richard. I hope that you have quite a fun evening."

Alfred is totally Yoda. I just don't have proof of it yet.

I snap the phone shut and throw it across the room into the closet. I don't want any distractions right now. Or for the rest of the night, either.

"Nice throw," Wally comments with a laugh. I turn in his arms and hook my arms around his neck, staring into his jade green eyes.

"Shut up." In the next moment my lips are on his with sweet passion and love and we fall backwards onto the bed. It feels so good and right that I know I've made the right decision by staying here. He holds me tightly as our lips move together and I'm feeling the aster x100. Heaven isn't a strong enough word to describe this moment. When we separate I'm laying on top of him with his fingertips at the edge of my dress pants, tugging at my white tucked-in shirt because he knows I hate it like that. It's uncomfortable and he wants me to be comfortable.

"This mean you're staying?"

"Yup." I lean down and touch our noses together with a big grin on my face.

"Because I just can't help myself."