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As he should because wow, Bruce, wow.

Shaking her head and grinning she walks right up to him, takes his hands and steps closer still so that she can kiss him.

"Okay clearly I need to shut your mouth now."

What? He has an amazing and flexible sense of humor.

Leaning in, he returns the kiss, smiling amusedly at her words when he pulls back.

"Well, I would take that to heart, but... I can't say I mind your methods much."

She leans in for another kiss, lingering a while longer with her lips against his because she too is a pretty big fan of her own methods here, actually.

"Okay, I need to stop this or unpacking is not going to happen for a while."

She's not saying that she'll jump him if she keeps kissing him but...

She'll totally jump him.

He has to agree there, it's a little difficult to resist the kisses, and his own lips linger on hers, pressing more presently until she eventually pulls away.

"Right. We really... should. I mean, at least the food."

He'd rather just get everything put away and organized before anything else, otherwise the food is never going to leave the boxes, and their clothes will stay in their backpacks for the whole time they're here.

One last quick peck, and he pulls away completely, going over to the controls for the heating system and turning it on first, then heading back to the kitchenette to finish putting away the food.

Aww, what a considerate boyfriend.

Trish takes her jacket off and hangs it before she makes her way over to the bags and starts unpacking her stuff, putting it all away in wardrobes and cupboards, enjoying the feeling of making the space theirs.

It feels like a pretty good test drive for when they're going to try to live together in New York.

"This was a really good idea."

Even if they end up not trying to see how far Bruce can actually go, it's still so nice to just... be somewhere in their own little bubble.

Well, she did say it was cold. They can save the fireplace for later, though. Maybe during dinner it will feel nice to light it up.

He unpacks the box with perishables first, putting away whatever dairy products they've brought, along with some meat and fish, vegetables and some of the fruit, neatly organizing it all in the fridge and freezer. It's not too big, but it's more than enough for just the two of them, and with that done, he unpacks the rest of the dry foods, finding space around the cupboards and on top of the counters, finally piling up the boxes and putting them away.

"I'm feeling pretty proud of it myself, I'll be honest."

Grabbing his backpack, he starts doing the same with his own clothes, finding a drawer for himself and easily fitting what little he brought in there. His toiletry bag he sets down on top of the dresser drawer, a pair of sneakers and some slippers on the floor next to it, and finally he shoves his backpack into a corner of the closet.

It feels homely, in a way. It's a strange sensation, he'll admit, but it's a nice one.

"I feel like the essential material girl right now, I have about five times the stuff that you do."

Said as she flops down on the bed to test it. Yes good, it is like lying on a cloud if clouds were actually as fluffy and delicious to lie down on as they look like they would be.

"Mmm, this is a good bed."

"Well, I do tend to pack light, so don't feel too bad about that."

He's brought the bare essentials with him, not just in terms of toiletry, but also clothes and even shoes. Lucky for him there's a fully functional washer, or he'd likely have to wash his underwear by hand.

Sitting down on the mattress too, he lies back next to her, shifting around a little and nodding with a hum.

"It is. Which is a good thing, because this is the kind of stuff you can't tell from pictures."

She kicks her shoes off and pulls her legs up, turning on her side so she can look at him.

"You look good in it. This place is definitely a keeper."

He follows her lead, toeing his own shoes off and crossing his legs, hands resting over his own chest as he keeps his head turned to the side to look at her.

"Yes? Well, we can come whenever you want. Pretty sure it's not used often."

"I'm gonna make it ours."

He really does look stupidly good like that, relaxed and handsome and happy. She is one lucky woman.

"What?"

His tone is soft and quiet, though, and he's smiling a little even as he knits his eyebrows together.

"You're not going to do something crazy like buying it, are you?"

"You mean am I going to do something genius like buying it?"

She wriggles closer to him so that she can throw an arm over his stomach.

"Yes."

He chuckles, settling an arm around her too, as he shifts a little closer to her. He kind of wants to protest out of principle, but... he knows how stubborn she can get, and besides, it's her money to do as she pleases.

Not to mention that it really is a great place. Bruce can't honestly claim he'd mind her owning it, so they could come and go as they pleased.

"Yes. Definitely crazy."

"You love it."

She slings a leg over his as well to have him mor properly wrapped up in her, and kisses his cheek.

"This will be a very special place you know. I don't want anyone else to have it."

"Comes with the package, so yes. Yes, I do."

Turning to face her, he shifts closer still, more or less burying his face in the curve of her neck, his arm curling tighter around her middle.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

He gets it. And he likely won't feel like parting with the place either, if their time together here really goes well.

She loves it when he presses his face against her neck like that, as if she can somehow be a shield from everything that troubles him. She would really like to be able to do that for him. To give him some peace.

She holds him a little tighter as well, closing her eyes while she simply enjoys the stillness.

"No matter what happens."

Even if they learn that they will never be as physically intimate as they want to be, she still feels that this will be a good time for them. An opportunity to just be close without worrying about anything else.

She does, actually. She gives him more peace and love than he even remembers feeling, a shelter from all the bad things that every so often still well up inside him like a brewing storm. She's that calm in the dead center, and when he's with her, everything is peaceful and still.

Sometimes, he feels almost like he has nothing at all inside him. No poisoned blood, no roaring monster. Just a heart full of her.

"No matter what... I'll still love you."

And he knows she will too, even if he would never ask her to stay, if she didn't want to. If she just wanted to walk away someday.

With Bruce Trish feels something she only ever really does when she is either completely alone and locked inside her fortress of an apartment, or when she's with Jessica. She feels safe.

She isn't afraid of my anymore, she says, but there is somehow a difference between the armour she has built for herself and the calm sense of peace that she finds when she is together with him like this.

"I will always love you."

Even if they break up again some day, even if she moves on, she will still love him. Of this there is no doubt in her mind.

He has become a part of her, one she will always treasure no matter where their paths will lead them.

As long as Bruce is around, and he can personally make sure of it, she will be safe. If that involves having to transform to get her out of a tough situation, then so be it. He's not planning on getting back to any teams of superheroes or anything, but that doesn't mean he'd just sit back if she happened to be in trouble. Especially considering this new development of her running around the city in that yellow costume.

"I know."

She's always made it more than clear, in words and gestures, reminding him time and again. Even if at times he doesn't think he deserves it.

Smiling, he brushes his nose along her jaw, tipping his head up and kissing her softly on the lips.

It is bad of her, considering how much he hates it, but in a strange sort of way the Hulk does make her feel safe, in the same way as her security system and panic room does.

Bruce is about as close as one can get to being invincible and yes, some primal part of her responds to that. It's not something she is particularly proud of, fiercely independent as she is, but it cannot be denied that she is a person who likes protection, and now, well... now she's got it.

She kisses him back, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes for some reason.

"Always. Always, always, always."

Between each repetition of the words she kisses his eyelids, his forehead, and then his lips again.

"Even if you leave me again."

Not as if it changed anything the first time around.

It's not a secret that he's not particularly fond of his condition, not by any means. But a long time ago he realized he couldn't do anything but live with it, and he made the decision to focus on helping people, on doing something good.

And this, it's something good. It might just be the best thing to happen to him, even, and he will use any means necessary to protect it. To protect her.

He closes his eyes, chuckling at the way she peppers him with kisses at first, but then draws back at her last words, cupping her face as he looks her in the eyes.

"I'm not leaving you again. Alright? I'm not."

Something did change then, it changed for him. He's sure of his choice now like he hasn't been sure of anything before in his life.

"So don't even think things like that."

She hates being so... so needy. Hates the cold fear that twists in her gut that he might go away again because she should be stronger than that. She needs to be. She can't depend on anyone but herself and she knows that, yet this brittle feeling remains. She would go on, yes, but she cannot help but think that she would go on broken.

She blinks rapidly a few times to try and get rid of the traces of tears, smiling at him a little.

"Wow, I'm really killing the mood here."

He brushes a thumb along one of her eyes, his other hand moving up to do the same. He smiles but there's worry in his features, a faint trace of guilt to it too, as he tries to wipe away this sudden sadness from her face.

"I'm sorry."

He's said it time and again, he knows, but it's all he can offer. He knows it's his fault, after all, that the only reason she feels sad and worried and afraid that he might leave again is because he left in the first place. And he can only promise her that it won't happen again, but he should have figured it wouldn't be so easy for her to shake off the fear of that possibility.

"It's okay. I don't mind it if you want to cry a little, alright? I'm here. I'll always be here."

"Why do you have to be so damn perfect?"

For her, that is. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, somehow, and when they allow things to be that way everything just sort of... flows. And when Bruce lets himself be there for her the way he wants to be, he always does and says the right things somehow.

She clears her throat and shakes her head a little, shutting her eyes tightly for a moment before looking at him again.

"I'm not going to cry."

oh my god

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OMG WEEPS

ahaha sob

forever too emotional about this ship

cries with you

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