There was a flicker of a moment where Batman's resistance forced a firmer tug of Poison Ivy's fingers, but the stance wasn't one he had been willing to root himself in as the extra persistence brought him to his knees nevertheless.  Her head tilted.  Perhaps a reflection of certain piqued curiosity for the way he had taunted her, or perhaps simply for a better view, but whatever the reason, a wicked smirk soon followed to shape her lips.  She gazed down upon the hero while his careful hands ushered an accommodating part in her legs, and as the slick touch of his tongue reached to glaze her silken petals, a delicate but favorable moan lifted from Ivy's throat.  Her head rocked back, a hand coming to rest atop Batman's crown, and in an effort to give the Dark Knight better access, and herself an indulgent feel of the succulent caress, Poison Ivy hinged one leg over his shoulder.<br/><br/>Every motion proved the man had been paying attention, and around them, the quaint enclosure blossomed.  Petals unfolded, spilling a sweet, exotic perfume into the air, implored by Poison Ivy's own blooming desires, and with full faith that the vines would support her, the villainess reclined slowly until she was no longer standing, but instead cradled by the lush foliage.  A  graceful roll in her hips aided in the stroke of Batman's tongue, and her lithe fingers curled around the points that topped his cowl, as the sensation of his adventurous probe glazed her.  But as the point of Batman's mask scrapped slightly against her flesh, instead of drawing him closer as she may have wanted, their grip pulled him away.<br/><br/>A soft but sharp inhale hissed past her teeth in gentle protest, and her handle about his ears kept separation between the luscious treat between her legs and Batman's hunger.  She lifted her hips to the promise of his mouth, but retreated before the promise could be fulfilled, and restrained the incline of Batman's head to keep him from chasing it if he felt so inclined.  Her sharp green eyes watched the charge and retreat she taunted him with, but it wasn't long before Ivy released her manipulation to leave the Dark Knight to plunder as he wished, nestled intimately in her valley and exactly where she wanted him.<br/><br/>Retracting her hands to ride the supple texture of her own skin, Poison Ivy writhed under Batman's attention.  The certainty of her satisfaction vocalized in the breathy moans expelled from her plush red gape as she drew closer to the edge with every flex, timely swirl, and savory glide her former foe bestowed upon her. With such purpose, his diligence did well in unraveling her grip on self-control as Ivy found herself fighting against her fall into climax.  However for once in all their meetings, she was happy to give up this fight.  This time she gave herself to Batman's purpose, and rode the fruit of his labor as the waves shook her core and his lips claimed it.<br/><br/>Silky and sweet, her approval coated his tongue and her hands reached to frame his face, dragging the hero's lips up to meet her own in a moment of unhinged heat.  She wanted to taste herself on his lips, savor the blend, and implore him in a ravenous moment of consuming sensuality, but as quickly as it came, her binding limbs ended it just as abruptly.  Vines coiled about his biceps, yanking Batman to his feet so her eyes could fall over him while her hands were left to roam her own flawless form still hanging elegantly from the support of her plants.  "Take off the suit, Bruce," Ivy all but growled, eyes smouldering in their stare.  "And this time don't make me ask twice."