God, she loves it. She loves it so much, every sound she can draw from him, every tiny shift in his body that is all because of her. All for her.

She pulls her lips away from his only enough to be able to speak, breath still mingling with his.

"I still got myself off thinking about you when you were gone. Even though I was so angry with you."

She had been so angry, so hurt, and still this had slipped into her mind whenever she tried to relieve some of the frustrated pressure inside her.

She would be nearing the edge, and inevitably what got her over the edge would be a sudden recollection of Bruce. The sounds he made while they were making love, the feeling of his hands on her skin, his lips between her thighs.

It had been depressing at the time, but now... now she finds it rather arousing.