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[hyperkinesia]

"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.

[notpatsy]

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."

[hyperkinesia]

"Yes, but I'm your shit."

He frowns a little, shaking his head.

"This conversation is starting to sound weird."

[notpatsy]

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.

[hyperkinesia]

"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.

[notpatsy]

"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.

[hyperkinesia]

"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.

[notpatsy]

"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.

[hyperkinesia]

"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.

[notpatsy]

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.

[hyperkinesia]

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..."

[notpatsy]

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."

[hyperkinesia]

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."

[notpatsy]

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.

[hyperkinesia]

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."

[notpatsy]

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."

[hyperkinesia]

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.

[notpatsy]

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..."

[hyperkinesia]

She doesn't need to say it out loud for him to hear it anyway, if nothing else because he can hear the very same voice screaming the same in his head. He can't remember the last time he's wanted this bad to throw his control out the window and just give into something, a feeling, a moment - actually, he hasn't ever felt it before, not ever like this.

It's a whole other level of frustration, and it's exciting and new, but it's also a terrifying thing. To know just how close he is to that edge of his self-control.

He moves again finally, hips rolling slowly again, back arching so that his erection presses and rubs between her legs, drawing another loud, shaky moan out of him. His fingers are curled so tight into the pillow that his knuckles have turned white, but he uses that as a steadying hold, putting all his effort in keeping his heart under control the best he can.

[notpatsy]

"God, I don't care if I die. I don't... Ah!"

She doesn't care if it would get her torn apart and crushed, she doesn't care if the whole city goes down she just wants him. Wants more of those moans, wants to drown in both her own pleasure and his.

She is beyond watching her words now, rubbing against him mindlessly to get more friction, going crazy from knowing how badly he wants her. That, more than anything is what is making her pussy sopping wet right now, what has her craving him like he is some sort of drug.

[hyperkinesia]

Well, he cares if she dies, he cares even if she so much as gets a bruise or a dislocated shoulder. So he clings to every shred of calm and self-control he still has, which is admittedly running thin now that she's arching her body and rubbing herself up against him.

He should stop, he realizes. His heart is starting to beat too fast to be safe, and with how frustrated he was already, he can tell that he's so close to having an orgasm himself. Which, as great as it might sound, to him it's nothing short of terrifying, because he has absolutely no idea what happens then, how his body would even handle or react to something like that.

Just a little longer, though-- mostly for her sake, in hopes that she won't last much longer herself. His hips start to move a little faster, the length of his hard cock rubbing right along her slit, every little thrust coming with a paced yet audible breath, not even as remotely calm as it should be right now.

[notpatsy]

She pictures him coming, tries to imagine what the look on his face would be and she wants him to, she wants him to tumble over that edge with her.

She knows that they are playing with fire and she will feel awful about it later but right now all she can feel is need. Deep, burning need and pleasure coiling tight inside her until it bursts and she is calling out his name, grabbing at his ass while she presses herself hard against him without thinking clearly (or at all).

[hyperkinesia]

He cries out too when she grabs his ass, his whole body tensing and arching towards her without thought or control. He can practically feel the adrenaline rushing through him, a taint of green bleeding at the edge of his vision, and that's when he well and truly panics.

He's close, so close to his release, but he stops, letting out a soft scared sound as he lifts his weight up, managing to wrangle out of the hold of her legs by force alone. Shifting back, he kneels between her legs, curling in on himself while his fingers flex slowly, hands clenching and loosening in an attempt to get himself back under control.

[notpatsy]

It scares Trish too, and some part of her almost wants to flee the scene just in case, but that part is nowhere near as strong as the part that wants to help him, that would walk through fire for him.

So she sits up, one hand reaching out to sift through his hair, hoping that it's the right call to make though maybe he wouldn't want her to touch him right now.

"Bruce, look at me."

Christ, she feels awful. What is she doing to this poor man?

[hyperkinesia]

He doesn't look at her, not right away at least, his fingers continuing to curl and relax at a very slow pace. Little by little, he feels his blood calm down, until the green in his sight starts to slowly vanish.

"I'm alright. I'm alright."

Said as much to her as to himself, then finally he looks up, his breathing a little calmer.

"I'm here. I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just... so close." He exhales shakily. "But I got scared."