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"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.

His smile turns a little more amused, as he props his weight up on an elbow and shifts up, just enough to press his lips to hers in a kiss.

"Oh, no. That sounds terrible."

She huffs out a little laugh against his lips, forever charmed by his particular brand of mild-mannered sarcasm.

"I'm sorry darling, it's a cross you'll have to bear."

He lets out a soft little sound, something close to a whine were he to be at all serious about his objections.

"Guess I'll just have to cope... somehow."

He kisses her again, slower this time, his hand curling around her side and tugging her closer.

She slides a hand into his hair and returns the kiss, affectionately pressing herself close to him with a pleased little hum.

"I feel for you, I really do."

He chuckles softly, lips still brushing over hers, kissing and nipping lightly, while their bodies press together in a very comfortable way that has him not wanting to move at all anytime soon.

"You, the inflicter of my torture? Liar."

They fit too well together for movement to be in any way desirable, and he is too good at kissing for her to want to do anything but enjoy his wonderful lips for pretty much the rest of her life.

"Maybe I am a very conflicted torturer."

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"I highly doubt that."

He's grinning though, kissing her lazily, pulling back every so often to look over her features.

"You know... I really hate the thought of moving right now, but I kind of want to set up that bath."

She lets out a little whine at the thought of moving, but she too can hear the siren song of the bathtub.

"Think we'll both fit?"

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