insurgents | OPEN POST.

Luckily for her, this isn't a situation where she needs to restrain herself. Bruce has been buzzing with all this pent-up energy and anticipation as it is, chances are he wouldn't want to wait much longer himself either.

"Good, then... I can keep going."

As his hand slides farther up her back, his mouth travels down her neck and throat, kissing the hollow between her collarbones. His nose brushes along the collar of her shirt, down to the first button, his hand drawing from her back so it can undo it, then move on to the next.

"I'd like that."

She feels some of the tense anticipation loosen just from having his hands and lips on her, and she relaxes, playing with his hair while he works on the buttons of her shirt.

Despite her having jumped him so eagerly earlier on, he takes things very slowly now, undoing one button after the other until her shirt's open completely. His hand slides underneath the fabric, parting it aside as his fingers trace along her collarbone and up to her shoulder, lips moving farther down her chest.

The slow pace is nice and familiar, and the was he touches her as if she is something almost sacred that he needs to handle with the outmost care might have rubbed her the wrong way coming from another man, but not when it's Bruce. There is after all a very real risk involved in their love making, and he manage to make the careful approach almost unbearably erotic every single time.

He definitely has more than enough energy and eagerness in him to go at this quick and rushed, but he knows if he does that, he'll have to stop soon, like he had to other times before. So he'd rather do things slow and carefully, calmly guiding the shirt down her arm, urging her to sit up so he can take it off of her entirely.

She sits up, smiling as he garment is removed and reaching for his shirt to return the favor, leaning in to kiss his neck before slowly undoing button after button, taking her time and appreciating the view of his chest becoming more and more exposed until she can run her hands over all of it and push the shirt off his shoulders.

He stays where he is at first, lying back on the bed as he tosses her shirt out of the way, only sitting up once she gets his own shirt completely unbuttoned. Once he's on his knees, he helps her by shrugging it off, his hands then sliding down her arms and settling on her sides, leaning in and kissing her slowly.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back, lips moving slowly against his while she focuses on her breathing, matching it to his to slowly fall into a strange sensation of oneness. As if they aren't two people kissing but one entity.

He doesn't even realize it at first, his hands rounding her sides and sliding up her back until they reach her bra, and he undoes the hook. Letting out a soft chuckle, he pulls away from the kiss a little, guiding her bra down her arms and getting it out of the way.

"Are you breathing like me?"

She actually looks a tiny bit bashful when he asks, but she nods.

"Yes. I started doing it because it helps me fall asleep sometimes and I just thought I'd see what would happen if I did it while you were touching me like this."

He sees no reason for her to be bashful. It's sweet and touching, and he feels a warmth spread through his chest when she explains it like that, his heart feeling almost too big for his ribcage.

"I couldn't possibly love you more than I do right this moment."

Said as he presses his lips to hers again, his hands cupping her neck, then slowly sliding down her front, lightly brushing over her breasts.

She breaks the kiss with a little gasp when his palms brush over her nipples, making them harden instantly, her voice breathless as she speaks.

"That's my line."

He chuckles softly, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples more presently, wanting to draw another sound from her before his touch slides across her stomach, reaching the waist of her pants and starting to undo them.

"Too late. I said it first, it's my intellectual property now."

He gets his wish, another sharp gasp that ends in a soft little moan as she looks down at his hands, watches them move over her skin.

"Does that mean I have to pay you every time I want to use it?"

He hums, nodding a little as he kisses along her shoulder, quickly undoing her trousers and starting to tug them down and past her hips, waiting for her to move so he can take them off completely.

"Oh yes. And I don't sell my rights cheap, so you'll have to pay handsomely."

"Yeah? How much?"

She shifts from the kneeling position she was in until she's sitting on her bum instead, helping him to get her pants off and immediately reaching for his fly so that his can become history as well.

"You'll have to use your imagination."

His words are a little distracted, as he focuses more on getting her pants off, then helping her along with divesting him of his own. He wiggles out of his jeans, tugging off his socks too in the process, until he's just down to his underwear.

"My imagination is really busy right now."

Imagining what he's going to do to her, what she's going to do to him, whether or not they're going to try to... well, go for it.

She tugs her own socks as well and is now no more dressed than he is as she lies back and reaches for him.

"Come here."

"I'm glad to hear that."

His is just the same, which can't be much of a surprise. It already tends to happen whenever they're together, and all the more so now, knowing the reason why, of all places, they picked such a remote location to spend some time alone.

Hands sinking to the mattress to her sides, he crawls over her, watching her quietly for a while and admittedly enjoying the view of her lying down on the bed before he rests his weight on top of her. Elbows propped to both sides of her face, he tips his head and kisses her again, deep and slowly.

She loves it when he does that, when he takes a moment to just look at her. She loves the way it makes her feel, powerful and beautiful and loved.

She returns the kiss with a quietly smoldering intensity, her hands wandering over his back, down to his ass and back up again with no particular goal in mind other than touching him.

Fingers sift through her hair while they kiss, his back arching a little at her touches, hips pressing against her too when her hands wander down to his ass. He lets out a muffled gasp, but of course doesn't complain nor pull away from the kiss, keeping a good focus on his breathing.

It reminds him of their reunion, this. How their bodies moved together until she came, and he nearly did too. His body responds to that memory now too, and honestly, it's a pretty good way to try a first time. It's not rushed or overwhelming, it's simple and easy enough for him to pull away if he has to - and considering how long it's been for him, he knows it won't take much at all to reach his tipping point. Just like it didn't that other time.

Trish is thinking about that time too, and would agree that this is a very fitting way to conduct their first experiment.

She arches up against him, loving the slight scrape of his chest hair against her nipples, her nails digging into his back a little as she moves with him, drowning in his kiss.

He gasps a little into the kiss when he feels her nails digging into his skin, but it's such a light gesture that he doesn't bother asking her to stop. It only adds to the pleasure he feels anyway, his back tensing and arching so his body presses down against hers.

Nipping lightly and licking at her lips, he hums in amusement, grinning lopsidedly.

"I'm... pretty sure we just went from 'teenage makeouts' to 'adult movie'."

"If you ask me that's an excellent development."

She smiles back at him, face already a little flushed and eyes filled with desire. She loves that they have reached a point where they can be this relaxed in this situation, that his fear has become this much smaller.

"Oh, don't get me wrong... I wasn't complaining. Far from it."

It's just funny to think of - they do tend to be a little eager sometimes, and much more now than they were at first. That's definitely a result of Bruce playing more with his limits, and getting steadily accustomed to doing more things to and with her. Makes him feel a whole lot more confident about certain things than he would have been weeks or months ago.

This moment is a perfect example of it. He couldn't even risk having their bodies pressed together the first time he touched her, and yet now he's lying on top of her, naked save for their pieces of underwear, likely seconds away from grinding against each other.

Actually, that does put a thought in his head.

"What about we turn around? I mean-- me lying on my back."

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