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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.

"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.

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.

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).

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.

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?

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."

"Considering how relaxed people tend to feel after an orgasm it's really not fair that you have to be afraid of them."

If anyone deserves to enjoy the stress-relieving powers of orgasms it's Bruce Banner, damnit, and she's not just saying that because she wants to get him off.

"I'm always very relaxed around you."

He smiles a little, his frustration soothed by how sweet she is to him, one hand reaching out to rest over hers.

"I just don't want to hurt you. I can't risk that."

She takes his hand in both of his, squeezing it a little.

"You won't hurt me. I don't even think the big guy would."

Because Bruce might not be in control there, but some naive part of her thinks that he loves her so much that it would be stronger than the Hulk.

"Maybe not."

He still remembers well how the Hulk behaved around Betty, for instance, even when he wasn't in control. Sure, the first time he hurt her, but that had been the only time. He never attacked her since then - even went so far as protecting her on more than one occasion.

"But he could still do a lot of damage, if I turned now."

"Yeah I'm not saying it's worth the risk, just that I'm not as scared for myself as I could be."

She still is, of course, because the Hulk is unpredictable and maybe he would decide that she should be smashed for giving Puny Banner an orgasm. Who even knows with the big guy.

"I know."

Well, he doubts the Hulk would really smash her for that exactly, but he really is worried about finding out anyway.

"Maybe we should just... go somewhere. Use this vacation time of yours and find some remote cabin in the middle of nowhere."

They could try there, take all the time they need. If it does turn sour he can just have the Hulk run off somewhere until he cools down and goes back to normal.

"Yes. Let's do it."

Once she has examined whatever leads might be here (and she suspects Bruce is right in thinking this was about him so that shouldn't take long) they really should just... Go somewhere they can truly test their limits.

"You sound very enthusiastic about that."

Not that he can blame her. If he's being perfectly honest, he's pretty excited about the idea too, even if also still worried and a little bit afraid.

"Am I excited by the prospect of further sexual exploration with the love of my life? Yes!"

And she thinks she has every reason to be.

"You're so brave, Bruce."

He chuckles, his head ducking a little, the shyness of the gesture seeming almost out of place considering what they were doing just minutes ago.

"No more than you are."

She's definitely braver than he is, or at least that's how he sees it. That's how he'll always see it.

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