The city hums softly beyond the glass, distant sirens and traffic blending into a familiar lull. He’s half-asleep when the weight on the mattress shifts, barely enough to register—just a whisper of movement, practiced and precise. The curtains don’t stir. The door never opens.

Then warmth presses in behind him.

An arm slips around his waist, confident and unmistakable, drawing him back until his spine rests against a familiar curve. Before his mind can catch up, lips brush his neck—slow, unhurried, deliberate. One kiss, then another, lingering just long enough to leave behind the faint trace of lipstick and the promise of trouble. A third follows, lower this time, paired with a teasing nip that sends a jolt straight through him.

He gasps, twisting halfway around, heart hammering.

“Selina—?”

She’s already laughing softly, breath warm against his skin. One gloved hand presses flat to his chest, firm but gentle, easing him back into the mattress like she owns the right.

“Hey, hey,” she murmurs, low and amused. “Relax. It’s just me.”

Her lips trail back up his neck, unbothered, leaving another unmistakable mark along the way. He can feel her smile there, smug and satisfied.

“God,” she adds quietly, “you’re cute when you panic.”

She slides fully under the covers, close enough that there’s no space left between them. Her leg drapes over his hips, slow and possessive, her knee nudging just enough to remind him she’s exactly where she wants to be. Fingers slip into his hair, combing through it with lazy familiarity, smoothing him down while she presses a kiss just behind his ear.

“Still jumpy,” Selina whispers. “You’d think after all this time, you’d expect me.”

Her thumb brushes over his pulse, feeling how fast it’s racing, and she hums approvingly. “Mmm. Guess not.”

She shifts again, settling more comfortably against him, arms wrapping around his torso from behind. Her touch is warm, grounding, but her voice stays playful—teasing him even as she soothes him.

“You’re fine,” she murmurs, lips brushing his jaw. “No alarms. No parents. No awkward explanations tomorrow morning.”

A softer kiss lands at the corner of his mouth, then another, slower this time. She lingers there just long enough to make him hyperaware of her, before pulling back with a quiet laugh.

“Oops,” Selina says lightly. “That one definitely left a mark.”

Her hand slips beneath his shirt, palm warm against his skin, tracing idle patterns like she’s memorizing him all over again. The touch is unhurried, affectionate—but there’s a deliberate edge to it, too, like she knows exactly how to keep him right where he is.

“You know,” she adds, voice dropping, “you really should stop leaving your window unlocked. One of these nights, someone reckless might take advantage.”

She punctuates that with another kiss to his neck, right over a fresh hickey, followed by a satisfied hum.

“Lucky for you,” Selina murmurs, nuzzling closer, “it’s just your favorite bad habit.”

She rests her forehead against his temple, fingers still moving slowly, calmingly, as if daring his heartbeat to settle. When it finally does, she smiles against his skin.

“There we go,” she whispers. “Much better.”

Her arms tighten around him, holding him like she has nowhere else to be, her tone teasing but undeniably fond.

“Go back to sleep,” Selina says softly. “I’ll behave.”

There’s a pause. Then, quieter—almost conspiratorial—

“…Probably.”