Early morning one relatively cool fall day on the secluded, private island of Cat's Cay in the Bahamas, Selina Kyle found herself slowly awakening from a deep, dreamless sleep to shivers running down her spine and butterflies in her stomach.

It wasn't uncommon for her to wake up like this, but she didn't think she'd ever get used to it. Soft lips kissed tenderly along her neck and fingers brushed over and under her slightly swollen belly as her eyes opened and took in the room around her.

She was in the bedroom of their new, still as-yet unfinished house, and it was the type of bedroom she used to dream about sleeping in every night - huge canopied bed, two large glass doors that had been left open all night, allowing the island breeze to blow through the room and rustle gently through the long white curtains that sat above them. Outside of the doors, and the windows that lined the entire room, was a pristine beach of white sand and deep turquoise water, shaded by palm trees and shimmering under a currently rising sun. And she could see it all from her bed.

It was nothing, though, compared to what was inside, she thought.

Her lover's lips stayed on her neck, concentrating on the little spots that he knew were most sensitive, and his hand moved down over the curve of her hip as she allowed the shivers and goosebumps he was causing to awaken her fully.

"Bruce," she murmured, reaching behind her and threading her fingers into the long hair dangling from his head and tickling her shoulder.

"Mmm," was his reply, moving his hand between her thighs.

"Have I told you how much I love waking up like this?" she asked, moving from her side to her back so that she could face him.

"Every day," he grinned, bringing his lips to hers as his hand left its precarious place and moved up to cradle her face as he kissed her.

There was not a stitch of fabric on either of their bodies to separate them from one another, and the sole sheet on the bed was still twisted and forgotten near their feet from last night's endeavors. His skin was warm against hers, fingertips firm as they roamed down to the small of her back as he pulled her closer into his arms, guiding her leg to wrap around his own while she kissed him fervently.

She felt his hardness on her thigh and she arched against him, already burning and looking for relief from the throbbing between her legs, but she knew he wouldn't give her what she wanted for a few moments still. He never failed to take his time working her up, even in their most frantic of times, and sometimes, like now, she wished he wouldn't.

"Bruce," she purred as his lips wandered again, along her jaw and towards her ear while that straying hand of his cupped one of her breasts. She rocked her hips against him, and he twitched against her, and she gasped when his teeth gently nibbled her ear lobe.

"Bruce," she repeated, more insistent this time, sinking the tips of her nails into his back.

"Tell me what you want," he rasped into her ear, and her entire body tingled in response.

Him and his damn Batman voice, she groaned to herself. That just wasn't fair. "You know damn well what I want," she replied, her hands guiding his face back to hers.

He kissed her once more before looking into her eyes and saying in the same deep voice, "Tell me."

She narrowed her eyes slightly but played along, looking down at his lips as she replied, "Your mouth, Mr. Wayne."

His eyes seemed to darken at this, and she knew her use of his last name had brought forth in his mind an earlier time, a much earlier one, before they'd come to know one another like the backs of their own hands.

"My mouth's right here, Miss Kyle," he replied, playing along as well, a slight grin on his lips as he placed a light kiss to her own.

"Are you really going to make me beg?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head. "That wouldn't suit you."

As true as that was, she knew he could make her beg if he really wanted to, but thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he kissed her one last time before his body shifted and he was crawling down her body, tasting it along the way, his kisses and touches softest as he passed over her belly. His hands on her thighs parted her legs as he found his destination, and she kept her eyes on him as her hands clenched on to nothing at her sides in anticipation.

He looked up at her and their eyes locked as the warmth of his mouth overcame her senses and she finally got what she'd been craving, and she couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes and letting out a moan from the depths of her throat.

By the time she gathered herself enough to open her eyes again, she vaguely noticed that she was clutching the hair on the top of his head as if for her very survival, and as his tongue worked its magic on her, she made sure to keep her eyes open and on him until the end.

His eyes were closed, and she could see that he was losing himself the way that he often did, a result of the way that he invested himself fully into every single thing he ever did. He wasn't concentrating as hard as he was because he had to - he could please her in his sleep if he wanted to, and she doubted that was even an exaggeration - but he was as wrapped up as he was because he loved her, and loved making her shake and shudder, and watching him was almost too much.

When his eyes fluttered open after a bit and met hers once more, she felt rather than saw the tiny smile that crossed his lips, and that was the beginning of her end. He was merciless, and she nearly ripped out his hair as her mouth dropped open and she unravelled, slowly, his eyes on hers as the waves broke over her.

It really was the best way to wake up, she thought as her fingers eased up on his hair, breath coming in as heavy as ever while every muscle in her body became a relaxed pile of jelly. She closed her eyes as Bruce kissed up her body, trailing his lips everywhere he could until he was over her, his body covering hers but his weight careful not to drop on to her, and her eyes opened as he kissed her.

The way that he looked at her as his lips left hers made the squirm in her gut come back, reignited the tension that he'd brought to such a toe-curling peak only a moment ago, and she bit her lip as his hungry eyes drank her in.

His fingers brushed aside the nearly-shoulder length hair of hers that was strewn messily over her face as he breathed through parted lips, eyes burning and body aching to move, to take her and bring an end to the now-painful throbbing he was dealing with, but then her hand slipped between them and grasped him, and his breath hitched in his throat.

She was on top of him in a flash, her hand moving and teasing him, her lips on his neck and free hand on his hard chest, and she knew he wouldn't let her get away with it for long.

Sure enough, in a mere moment he growled and pushed her hands away from him, then rolled them both on their sides, her back pressed against his chest, his arm under her and wrapped around her waist while his other hand gripped her hip, lining them up and parting her legs.

His lips began devouring her again, frantic on her neck and the curve to her shoulder, and she rocked back against him, causing his tip to graze her entrance, and he growled again as his hands tightened their grips on her and he finally took her.

His hands went slack for a moment and his lips parted against her neck, allowing a groan to escape in his relief, and then he was moving, rocking them, and her hand reached back to clutch and pull his hair while she craned her neck back to catch his lips with hers.

She moved with him while her tongue tasted his mouth, still hanging on to his hair with one hand while the other gripped the pillow that was slipping out from under her head. Then he broke their kiss and freed his arm that had been wrapped under her, then used it to toss away the pillow before grasping her hand and holding down firmly against the mattress. She laid her head down on the top of his arm and then gasped when the hand that had been on her hips moved down and slipped between her legs, all while his thrusts grew deeper and more satisfying, yet more maddening, and soon she was on the cusp of losing it all over again.

His breaths were hot and ragged on her neck, but the rest of him was still hanging on to his tenuous control over himself. She was already starting to shake before his fingers picked up the pace, and as her walls clenched around him and pushed him off the edge with a torturous shove, his hand squeezed hers almost painfully tightly and she felt teeth on her shoulder that would undoubtedly leave a mark. She moaned freely, paying no mind to the sound of her own voice in her ear, but the sound of Bruce groaning into her skin managed to get her attention through the haze.

The already humid air in the room was now nearly suffocating, and it had nothing to do with the breeze floating in the room through the open doors. In fact, the temperature hadn't even hit 70 yet today, but the room felt as if it was scorching. Bruce was laying limp behind her, one hand still entwined with hers and the other gently rubbing one of her inner thighs while they caught their breath.

"I'm ready to go back to sleep," Selina muttered, turning in his arms and watching his lips stretch into a grin.

She pushed back some of the sweat-dampened hair that hung past his eyes, placing it behind his ear and running her fingers down to the ends that grazed his shoulders when it hung free. He looked so different now compared to how he used to, and it wasn't just the longer hair and the tanner skin. It was the lack of tension in his face and muscles, and the way he let himself smile a lot more often than before. There were still shadows behind his eyes, and he wasn't yet beyond staring off into space occasionally and letting the demons of his past haunt him, especially at night as they slept, but it was now the exception rather than the rule. His happiness was as clear as the water of the ocean just outside of their door, at least in her eyes. Anyone who truly knew him would see the difference.

"Can't do that," he replied, his tone one that expressed his satisfaction. "Today's the 20th."

Her eyes widened a little bit. "I totally forgot. The ultrasound's today - how did I forget?"

He pulled her closer into his arms and grinned as he lightly kissed her. "I guess I'm that good that I made you forget."

"Cocky bastard," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining."

"We've still got an hour or two before we have to leave," Bruce said, fingers soft as he traced her lips. "You can sleep a little longer if you want."

"It's okay," she shrugged slightly. "We don't seem to do a lot of sleeping anyway."

"I think it's only practical," he replied. "That way, when the baby comes, we'll already be used to staying up all night."

She rolled her eyes. "For some reason I doubt it'll be quite the same thing."

"Maybe not," he conceded. "Still think it's a girl?"

"I never said I thought it was a girl," she said. "I said that I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

He smiled. "Well, we'll know in a few hours."

He kissed her again, and his hand brushed over her belly once more. She was sixteen weeks pregnant now, just entering her fourth month, and the early symptoms of nausea and all-day exhaustion were starting to wane just as the pregnancy was finally starting to show. Her belly now had a distinctly round, firm shape, and it had just begun to pop out in the last week. She'd been neutral about this development, but Bruce was thrilled at her new silhouette.

He leaned in to kiss her again when the doorbell to the front door rang across the house. Selina looked up at him in puzzlement. "Who's that?"

"Probably the construction crew," Bruce muttered, reluctantly untangling himself from her. Much of the house was still unfinished, but Bruce had sped up the finishing of the master bedroom, bathroom and kitchen so that the house could be livable quickly.

Selina nodded and watched as he rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers, then raked his still-damp hair back with his hands. "Hurry back," she purred, and his grin was a satisfactory answer to her request as he walked out the bedroom door.

A hallway led from the bedroom to the front door, which sat in between a currently empty living room and a huge, sparkling clean kitchen, and when he reached the door and opened it, he did not find a crew of men on the other side of the door. Instead, he found a tall, bubbly, smiling blonde young woman, dressed in a light yellow sundress and bearing what looked to be an apple pie in her hands.

Her eyes widened and her smile turned into something of a gape for a moment as she looked Bruce up and down, her mouth opening but no words coming out for a moment.

"Hi," she finally managed to force out with a smile, making her eyes tear themselves away from Bruce's body and meet his eyes. "I'm Molly, your neighbor. And I... wow, I'm really sorry."

Bruce watched, amused, as the girl laughed and brought a hand to her blushing cheek as she said, "Yeah, I live right over there -" she pointed west of the house, and Bruce saw the outline of a large house behind some trees in the distance - "with my fiancé, and, um... I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

She smiled widely and shoved the pie out, and Bruce took it politely, still looking highly amused. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she chirped, giggling again. She had light blue eyes and they roamed over him again as she said, "God, you're really hot!"

He had to force himself not to laugh. "Thanks, I guess. You said you have a fiancé?"

"No - I mean, yes," she stammered, recovering with another wide smile.

He wanted to roll his eyes. It was a throwback to his days as a playboy, and he never particularly enjoyed those days as much as other men would have.

"Sorry," she said again, still grinning. "You're just -"

"Really hot, yeah, he's got it," came Selina's surly voice from down the hall.

Bruce fought another laugh as he glanced behind him to find an annoyed looking Selina, dressed in a small pair of shorts and one of his white shirts, wearing a scowl aimed at their neighbor. She threw a dark robe at Bruce and crossed her arms as she stood beside him in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

Molly's eyes grew even wider as she looked from Selina to Bruce, who was now shrugging into the robe, to her disappointment. "Wow! You're hot, too! Holy crap, are you models or something?"

Selina was about to let her hormones take over and scare the girl off when a handsome, dark blonde-haired, tall man came into view outside and joined Molly on the doorstep.

"Oh, you'll have to forgive my Molly," he grinned, putting an arm around the blonde and smiling widely at Bruce and Selina. He spoke with a British accent and looked like he could be an actor or model himself, and Molly's blush grew as his arm snaked around her shoulders. "She can be a bit exuberant."

Then he extended a hand and said brightly, "Christian."

"Bruce," Bruce replied, shaking the man's hand with a nod.

She didn't particularly want to, but in the interest of not being rude, Selina shook his hand as well. "Selina."

"Bruce and Selina, lovely," he replied, placing his hand in the pockets of his trousers. "So are you the bloke that bought the island?"

Bruce nodded. "Yeah."

"Ah," Christian nodded. "Nice. I expected some old corporate fat cat, not an exceptionally attractive couple. As Molly has so clearly pointed out."

Molly blushed again and smiled sheepishly, then Christian added, "All right, well we'll leave you be, looks like we may have been quite rude in bothering you this early in the morning. It was my idea, I do apologize."

"Not at all," Bruce quickly said. "It was nice meeting you two."

Selina merely glared at Molly.

"Fantastic. We'll see you both around, I'm sure," Christian nodded, guiding Molly from the doorstep as they both smiled at their new neighbors.

"See you," Bruce nodded before closing the door and turning amused eyes on Selina. She, however, didn't look so amused. "What?"

"What do you think?" she snapped. "I'd say that little slut was undressing you with her eyes, but you were already undressed. So I'll settle and say she was eating you with her eyes."

Selina then turned and headed back down the hall, and Bruce followed close behind. "I was expecting about ten construction workers at the door, not a girl holding a pie in her hands."

"I think she wanted to hold more than pie in her hands," Selina rolled her eyes, walking into their bathroom and stepping in front of the sink.

She grabbed a comb and started running it through her dark locks as he stood behind her, looking at her through their reflections in the large mirror above the sink. "I have to say, this possessiveness thing is kind of a turn on."

"It's not possessiveness," Selina argued. "I just wasn't expecting to hear some girl swooning and telling you 'Oh my God, you're so hot' this early in the morning."

Bruce grinned, kissing behind her ear as he looked in her eyes through the mirror and murmured, "Did that bother you?"

"Would it bother you?" she retorted.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you have any idea of the kind of looks you get every time we go anywhere?"

"Just looking is different," she said. "And anyway, I'm sure that'll change soon."

He furrowed his brows. "Why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe because soon I'm going to be as big as a house."

He took his hands from her waist and moved them forward, unbuttoning the few fastened buttons of his shirt that she was wearing. She watched with a blank look as he pulled the shirt off of her, exposing her bare top half as he said, "I didn't think you could get more beautiful until the moment I found out you were carrying my child." His hands gently held her little baby bump as he added, "You get more and more beautiful to me every day."

"You're supposed to think that," she muttered, but she couldn't help the smile that crept up at his words. "Doesn't count."

He then turned her around, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close against him. "Is this really bothering you?"

She shrugged, playing idly with the fabric of his robe on his shoulders. "No. I'm just adjusting still. And it's not easy for any girl to watch her body change so much so fast."

"Well," he said, "let me tell you what changes I see."

She looked up at him as he ran a few fingers through her hair. "Your hair is growing faster than I thought was humanly possible. It's also even shinier than it was before." He then reached down and took her hands in his, showing her nails to her. "These get so long so fast that you look like you just stepped out of a salon every day. I've got the scratch marks on my back to prove it." Then his fingers brushed the sides of her neck and moved down over her shoulders and then her arms. "Your skin really does have a glow to it. I'm not just saying that. It's brighter now, healthier looking. I think leaving Gotham contributed to that, too."

Then his hands moved to her chest, and gently, because he knew they were sometimes painfully sensitive now, he gently took a breast in each hand and held them softly. He heard her suck in a breath as he lowered himself down and pressed a kiss to each one, just above her nipples. Then he looked up at her and said, "You know I'm a fan of how these have changed."

She smiled and fought a roll of her eyes. So far, she was up almost a full cup size already, and she'd been ample to begin with. He grinned and kissed one again before getting down on his knees and bringing his face level with her belly. He gently kissed just below her navel before saying, "It blows my mind to think that a baby - our baby - is hidden in here right now, growing and getting stronger every day. I can't wait to watch you get bigger and be able to feel him or her moving around in there."

If she was the type of woman to melt, she was pretty sure she would have melted already a few moments ago, but this was just ridiculous. She reached down and took his face in her hands and guided him back to his feet, then pulled him to her for a kiss.

She kissed him slowly, her fingers on the trimmed, even growth that he kept on his jaw these days, and when she ended the kiss, she glanced up at him and said, "Thanks."

He smiled, and then she extracted herself from his arms and sauntered over to their shower.

She opened the door and reached inside to turn on the water and wait for it to get hot, and she remembered the first time she'd seen this shower when they'd moved in less than two weeks ago. Bruce had designed it specifically, and it was obvious - there were bars installed that didn't have a lot of purpose other than for her to hold on to over her head while he held her against the wall, and there was also a small surface in the corner at just perfect height for him to sit her on. The shower itself was ridiculously extravagant - it was the size of an average entire bathroom and there was not one, but five separate shower heads, all of them the absolute top of the line with about a hundred different settings, and one was placed so specifically and suggestively that she wondered if he used her height as a reference when he'd given instructions to the people who'd built it.

Either way, she wasn't complaining. She turned around and slipped out of her shorts as she turned her eyes on him. "You coming or not?"

A few hours and one ride on a speedboat later, Selina and Bruce were walking into her OB/GYN's office on the bustling island of Nassau, both of them excited to find out the news of the baby's sex but staying mostly quiet as they waited in front of the receptionist's desk in the waiting room.

Selina looked around the room, noting that she and Bruce were one of three other couples there. The other two had rings on their fingers, and the women were both at the end stage of their pregnancies, where they looked as if they were ready to pop at any moment. One of the women looked happy and excited, polished and well-groomed, while the other looked run down and exhausted with a rat's nest for hair, and perhaps on the verge of serving her unborn child an eviction notice.

Selina hoped that in five more months she didn't look, or feel, the part of the latter woman. Then Bruce's hand on hers got her attention.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "Yeah."

A moment later a nurse called them back, and soon, Selina was in a gown and sitting on an exam table, waiting for the doctor to arrive. She'd just found out that in the last month she'd gained ten pounds, and though she'd eaten lunch only an hour ago, she was already starving again.

She was imagining pork chops, of all things, when the door to the exam room opened and the doctor stepped inside.

Dr. Eva Jones was a kind, competent doctor, dark skinned and short-haired, accented and caring, and she smiled broadly at Selina and Bruce as she walked inside the room. "Today is the day, yes? Ready to find out what you're having?"

Selina smiled in response as the doctor quickly began the physical part of the exam, listening to Selina's heart, feeling and measuring her abdomen, and a few other things as Selina felt her anticipation rise.

As unexpected and terrifying as the pregnancy has been, and as much as she feared the future and feared all of the ways in which she could fail as a mother, she couldn't deny how much she'd been looking forward to this day. She glanced at Bruce as Dr. Jones prepared the ultrasound equipment, and he grinned happily at her.

He'd allowed himself to be much more openly happy about the pregnancy since the beginning, despite his own fears, and sometimes she wished she could do the same. But the problem was, every time she got close to reaching that point of full acceptance and peace about it, her doubts would rear their ugly heads and keep her just shy of it. Tack on her changing body, the nausea that had raged on for weeks, and now the incessant hunger and increasingly bothersome hormones, and her mind was no closer to peace than it had ever been.

The doctor reclined the table and Bruce moved closer to her in his chair, taking her hand as the room darkened and a flat screen monitor mounted on the wall directly across from Selina lit up. The ultrasound would be seen on the large monitor as well as the small one mounted on the actual machine, and before she knew it, the doctor had rearranged her gown and had placed the scan wand low on her belly.

Vague, unclear images flashed on the screen for a moment as Dr. Jones moved the wand around, searching for the nook that the baby was nestled in, and then an unmistakable shape of a perfectly round head appeared.

"Okay... that's the baby's head, obviously," the doctor said, eyes intent on the small screen in front of her as she performed the scan. "I'm going to be taking measurements of everything you see, so bear with me."

Selina glanced at Bruce, whose dark eyes were fixed upon the screen until he caught her gaze and returned her glance. The last time they'd gotten a glimpse of the baby, it had been very early in the pregnancy and resembled a tiny shrimp more than anything. But now, as the wand shifted on her belly just a bit, the outline of the baby's face became visible, and Selina's first thought was that he or she had her nose.

"All right, now we're going to see the spine," Dr. Jones said, running the wand down and highlighting the grooves and shapes of the tiny baby's spine. She took some more measurements, then moved on to the baby's chest area.

The doctor pushed a button and the room suddenly filled with the sound of the baby's rapidly thumping heartbeat.

It was the second time they'd ever heard the sweet sound, and when it went away, Selina wished it hadn't.

The doctor scanned the baby's heart and took more measurements, then looked over the rest of the forming organs, and it was some time before she spoke again.

"Okay... now let's see if we can't find out the gender here..."

Selina and Bruce stared at the monitor as the images shifted, trying to make out what they were looking at but it was difficult - they weren't particularly experienced with these sorts of things.

"Okay," Dr. Jones said, glancing at the couple, "ready to know the gender?"

"Absolutely," Bruce replied, and a flicker of excitement hummed through Selina.

"All right," the doctor smiled, turning the wand at an angle and squinting for a moment at the screen. "It looks like we have ourselves... a girl."

Selina grinned and looked at Bruce, who looked from the monitor to her and grinned back with one of the sweetest looks in his eyes that she'd ever seen. It was impossible to not fall head over heels in love with this baby, this little girl, when she saw how much in love Bruce already was.

Selina couldn't help but picture a small, dark haired and dark eyed little girl in her mind - smart, beautiful, and a born troublemaker. Randomly, the thought crossed her mind that she'd have a hell of a time dating with Bruce Wayne as a father.

Bruce's lips brushing her ear pulled her out of her thoughts. His hand tightened just a bit on hers as he murmured, "Helena."

The doctor glanced a smile at them as she finished up the scan, and Selina took a deep breath after Bruce kissed her lightly. They'd agreed on names for the child quite soon after she'd found out that she was pregnant, and now that the little person was officially to be Helena Martha Wayne, named for each of their mothers, everything had just become that much more real.

A moment later, the doctor printed out and handed Selina a roll of about six photos from the scan, and as she looked over the ones that showed the outline of that tiny little face of her daughter, Selina sighed. "Helena."

A/N: aaaand welcome to the sequel! This is, of course, the follow up to You Look Better In Pearls, which I would definitely recommend reading prior to reading this, but, if not, bits of prior events will be explained because they'll be naturally coming up anyway. The title of this is taken (borrowed?) from the rather amazing song All I Want Is You by U2, and I plan on updating at least weekly, maybe more frequently but since I should be starting work at a new job soon, I'll just say weekly. :D I would like to thank midnightwings96 for helping me figure out the plot, reading pretty much everything I write before I post it, and generally making the writing process a lot easier :D As a sidenote, yeah, there will be a considerable amount of fluff here, but I don't want that to turn anyone off - this is BatCat, after all, and where there is BatCat, there will always be angst, drama, bickering, arguing, and... of course... a good dose of sex :D So stick around, because I think this will end up being one heck of a story, if I do say so myself. :D