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She crawls up to lie on her side next to him, head on his shoulder and one arm hugging him close to her.

"Big wow."

She laughs too, not because anything is funny but because she is just so damn happy.

Bruce is still here, he's still Bruce.

Oh, he's not going to lie there for long. Languid as he might be feeling right now, he has this urge to express his gratitude and appreciation for that, and once she's lying down next to him, he turns to his side, getting her on her back as he leans in and kisses her deeply, drawing away soon after. His breath is still coming to him a little short.

"I love you. That was just... amazing. Thank you."

She's a little short on breath herself, so the short kiss is about all she can handle as well at the moment, nice as it is.

"I love you too."

She grins at him, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

"Saying 'you're welcome' after a blow job feels kind of weird but... you're welcome."

He chuckles, still feeling giddy and light all over, his insides almost swimming in the pleasure of such complete and overwhelming post-orgasmic bliss.

"Well, saying 'thank you' isn't any better either, but I think we can both agree our circumstances are... unique."

Though he fully intends to thank her in other ways, and while he keeps his weight propped in one elbow, his free hand starts trailing down her body, slowing at her breasts for a moment to tease her nipple again.

She bites her lip and arches into his touch a little, still very sensitive and very turned on by what just happened so him teasing her nipples feels amazing.

She laughs, nodding her agreement. Unique certainly is a good word for it.

"I already want to make you come again."

He grins a little sheepishly, the tip of his nose brushing against hers, his fingers playing with her nipple for a while, teasing and lightly pinching the hardened tip.

"I'm afraid you'd have to wait a little while for that."

He might've not had an orgasm in a very long time but he still needs a moment to recover there.

"Besides, it's my turn now."

She lets out a moan that ends up being muffled against his lips when she pulls his head down a little so she can kiss him.

"I guess I can be patient."

"Oh, can you? Well, that's news to me."

Said jokingly, of course. She has been extremely patient, actually. Not that she has to be now, though, and after getting some pants and moans out of her, his hand continues on its path downwards, fingers drawing lines across her stomach until they reach the hem of her panties.

"You know, I think orgasms might make you a bit of a smug prick."

Also said jokingly, though she is a little distracted by his hand and what it's doing, and more than that where it seems to be going.

"Well, we can always stop again, if you want to."

He's joking, obviously. He's just started again after ten years, he's not going to want to stop now.

Fingers playing with the elastic of her panties, they finally slip underneath the fabric, his hand sliding down slowly as his touch brushes lightly over her patch of hair, finally cupping her between her legs, pressing the pads of his fingers along her slit. Finding her so wet already, he lets out a low pleased purr, eyes blinking slowly as he kisses her briefly again.

She lets out a sigh of pleasure, relieved to finally have him touching her where she craves it.

"Don't stop."

Not really an answer to what he was saying, more a plea for him to please keep touching her because damn, she wants him.

"Wasn't planning to."

Lips parted a little, he breathes against her own, his fingertips sliding down her slit, only briefly prodding at her open before they draw up to her clit, rounding the sensitive spot in slow and careful circles, wanting to see and hear her squirm.

"You feel so good, Trish. I love it... when you're this wet already."

Squirm she does, she can't really control herself because that slow pace is driving her a little wild. It's just enough to make her writhe and moan, but not enough to really build toward anything so she's just trapped in pleasure.

She loves it, of course, but she can't stop her body from begging for more.

She wants to say something in response to his words, but can't quite come up with something coherent enough to be worth saying, so it all just ends up being a series of gasps, moans and whimpers.

He doesn't mind not getting an answer, because really he just said that to tease her, add more fuel to the way he's touching her between her legs. The sounds he gets in response are reward enough as it is, maybe even more so than she realizes.

Planting a trail of kisses on her face, his lips move from her cheek to her ear, tongue drawing along the shell, then he nibbles lightly on it. His fingers press a little more presently past her folds, so easily sliding along her wet slit as he starts moving a little faster, teasing her in just the right spots, trying to build up to something more. His fingers do pause every once or twice when they slide close to the rim of her open, curling just barely until the fingertips dip a little into her, but no more than that, soon drawing back up to her clit again.

God, he can be such a tease sometimes. Of course it has exactly the effect he is probably going for, her breath quickening and her pulse racing as her hips roll pleadingly against his hand and pleasure coils and builds and twists inside her until she is right on the edge.

"Oh god, I'm so close Bruce, I'm so close."

He hears that, and he keeps going at the same pace, touching just the right spots that seem to be working for her. The base of his thumb keeps rubbing at her clit insistently, while his fingers slide all the way down again, and with no pause whatsoever he pushes two into her, already fingering her at the same pace he was rubbing along her slit, working her hard and fast towards her orgasm.

"Oh fuck."

She comes the moment his fingers slide into her, and then somehow she just keeps coming the orgasm stretching out into what feels like an eternity of pleasure, and since no one is around for miles and miles to be disturbed by it, she gets very loud.

Considering how she just said she was close, it doesn't surprise him that she comes the moment his fingers slide into her. Still, he gasps, feeling some of her pleasure wash over him too, as he keeps moving his hand against her, fingers sliding in and out with incredible ease even when she becomes so much tighter, only slowing down to a halt when all tension in her unwinds and she relaxes on the bed again.

She can't really do much more than pant uselessly for a while, sprawled out on the bed with her legs spread wide and an arm thrown over her eyes as she tries to get her breath and ability to think back.

"I think that calls for another wow."

He's perfectly alright with that, and he lets her have as long a moment as she needs to regain her breath and some semblance of composure, his fingers pulling out of her slowly and his hand resting on her stomach as he lies there next to her.

"Glad to hear it."

He shifts a little, settling his head on the nook of her shoulder.

"Guess this means we'll be giving that bathtub a good use right off the bat."

"Threesomes already? Wow."

She rests a hand on his back, fingers drawing little patterns on his skin, a peaceful smile on her face.

Yep, she is definitely buying this house.

"I'm feeling pretty adventurous right now."

Of course Bruce's version of 'adventurous' when it comes to sex is pretty tame when compared to most everyone else. But that really wasn't what he was thinking of when he mentioned the tub - even if he wouldn't mind having some fun there too.

He kisses the side of her breast, a smile etched onto his own lips, his eyes closed, feeling the safest when curled up next to her like this.

Then again most people don't run the risk of literally crushing their lovers because of turning into a giant green angry thing, so really sex is a pretty adventurous activity for Bruce by default.

And Trish doesn't think there's anything tame about their sex life, for what it's worth.

"Really? Do share your thoughts."

Well, it is all pretty exciting to him, even when it's only about getting her off and nothing more.

He looks up at the question, eyebrows arched.

"Hm? Oh. No, nothing. Just generally speaking."

He's just had an orgasm, alright. That's amazingly adventurous of him.

It's very exciting for Trish too, he's really good at getting her off.

"It's going to be even harder to keep my hands off you now."

Hope you're ready for a sexual marathon, Bruce.

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