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She's not trying to fluster him, she just really, really likes his cock!

She follws him more than willingly, sitting down on the mattress next to him, leaning in to kiss his cheek before she moves away again to lie down, stretching herself out, inviting him to get his fill of all that she has to offer.

He tips his head a little at the kiss, watching her as she lies back on the bed with a small smile on his face. Promptly, he joins her, taking that invitation.

Climbing onto the mattress on his knees, he tugs off his t-shirt, then shifts closer to her. Hands sinking to the mattress on both her sides, he crawls on top of her, gently letting the weight of his body settle over hers, letting out a pleased sound at the pressure and closeness between them.

She wraps her legs around him, encouraging him to let more of his weight settled on top of her. She doesn't think he's too heavy, not right now. Right now she wants to feel him press her into the mattress, wants him solid and warm and hers and there.

"This is home."

Slowly he lets his weight rest on top of hers fully, gasping softly when his bulge presses between her legs. Not that he minds, obviously, and he stays right where he is, his elbows propped on both sides of her head as his fingers sift lightly through her hair.

"Eh... it's alright, I guess."

Said in a plain tone and with a nonchalant shrug, clearly joking.

She laughs and gives his ass a little kick with one of her heels.

"You're such a shit."

But it can't be denied that his dry sense of humour is one of the things that makes her just keep falling more and more in love with him.

He grins, letting out a sound of surprise and shifting a little at that soft kick.

"To be fair-- you knew what you were getting into."

Okay, maybe not entirely. Sometimes it takes a while for his peculiar sense of humor to show.

"No I didn't!"

But that's what you get when you decide to start more or less going steady with a guy after an accidental date that started with you walking in on him after a shower.

Not that she regrets it.

"No, I'm still standing by my statement. And you could've walked away anytime."

But she didn't, and that speaks for itself. Especially considering he has a myriad of other issues far more complicated and running much deeper than his sense of humor.

Yeah, he's a bucket of issues, but he is her bucket of issues.

"Alright, fair enough."

She never did and she never will.

"You're still a shit though."

"Yes, but I'm your shit."

He frowns a little, shaking his head.

"This conversation is starting to sound weird."

That makes her laugh, and she nods, because yes that didn't come out right even if it also came out exactly right.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Bruce is something of an expert at awkward phrasing after all.

"I do have a special talent when it comes to making things awkward."

Even their conversations. Although he's glad that she ends up laughing at it (or at him) more often than not.

"It's part of your charm."

And she means that with perfect sincerity. He is a complete and utter dork, has a stunning gift for saying the wrong thing, not to mention the fact that he is the undefeated master of cluelessness and somehow all of this comes together to something utterly charming.

Well, she thinks so at least.

"I'm pretty sure you're more than just a little bit biased."

Not that he minds one bit. If she finds his dorky awkwardness charming then that can only work in his favor.

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm supposed to be biased."

Though really she sees it more as her seeing him better than other people do. Possibly because he lets her.

"That's true. I'm very biased towards you, too."

And he really doesn't mind it at all. As much as he knows and often points out his own issues and flaws, he loves that she can so easily accept them and brush them off as something that doesn't matter all that much when it comes to what kind of person he is.

Everyone has flaws, what matters is that Bruce wants to be good. That he tries to be. In Trish's eyes he succeeds most of the time, not always perhaps, but most of the time.

"Yeah, I've noticed."

She presses her hips up against his erection, frustrating herself in the process because god she wants him again.

He gasps softly when she lifts her hips up against his, feeling no less aroused now than he did moments ago, when she was straddling him on that chair. He doesn't complain, though, nor does he ask her to stop, instead he presses himself down against her too, rubbing the bulge of his erection warmly between her legs.

Tilting his head, he kisses along her jaw and up to her ear, nose brushing lightly over the skin.

"I love how you feel..."

It made her think of how it had felt when pressed directly against her slick pussy, how badly she'd wanted it, and she whimpers because she is there again so quickly, aching for him, needing him.

"You make me feel so good."

It certainly is bringing back the very recent memories of that shower, and how warm and wet she felt against him, how bad he wanted to just push inside her, how very close he actually was to doing it. He lets out a soft mewl, a little breathless, his lips closing around the shell of her ear in a light nip, his knees shifting on the bed as his hips roll and slowly grind down against her.

"I want to feel more of you."

She wraps her arms tightly around him, legs squeezing him as she a new surge of pleasure makes her soak the fabric separating them with the evidence of her arousal.

"Yes, please. Please, Bruce, please."

She isn't even sure what she is begging him for, and in really she just wants him. Anything he wants to give her.

Despite his own growing arousal turning to an almost desperate need for her, he doesn't pick up in speed or intensity, moving against her so slowly it can hardly be called a pace. The friction feels no less wonderful, though, his clothed bulge rubbing against her wet pussy, his chest pressed up against hers.

"God, Trish..."

He nearly lets that out in a soft cry, his hands fisting the pillow her head is resting on, still breathing hotly against her ear.

"I want to, so bad. Want to be inside you."

She will never not love hearing him say her name like that, full of need and desire, all for her.

"I want you to fill me up, I want your cock in me."

She is going crazy from his slow, relentless movements, fingers clawing at his back as she moves with him, her wishes and fantasies breathlessly spilling out of her, prompted by his words.

"I want to feel you deep inside, fucking me."

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He both loves and hates the answer he gets, the words she spills out breathlessly, all that she wants spoken in a beautifully explicit way, adding even more to the already vivid image in his head. His hips grinding against her a little harder, he lets out a proper moan this time, his eyes shutting tightly as he freezes in place for a moment.

"If only... If only I could..."

But he can't. God, he wants to, wants to take off all these thin layers of clothing between them and just push his cock past her tight open, bury himself deep and stay there, but the mere thought of how quickly that could make him lose control terrifies him.

She moans too, burying her face agaist his neck as she tries to stop a torrent of pleading from spilling out of her because she knows that he can't and she doesn't want to make him feel bad for it but by god her entire being is screaming "just do it" right now, because most of her rational self has been tucked away somewhere deep inside.

"Yes."

She is shivering under him, trying to stay still, waiting for him to move again.

"Fuck, Bruce..."

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