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"Hmm, good. Then I'll give those some thought too."

He might not be the most practiced when it comes to romantic gestures, but damn it, if he's so smart, he has to be able to come up with some good ideas, right?

"You will be richly rewarded."

She lazily strokes the side of his thigh, completely relaxed and content.

"I'm not weighing too heavily on you, am I?"

"Well obviously that's why I'll do it, so that's great to hear."

He's joking, obviously. The only reward he wants or needs is to see her happy. Though he'll never say no to any other rewards he gets.

"What? No. No, your weight is just perfect."

She grabs the shower gel standing on a convenient little shelf, glad that someone remembered to unpack it before they got distracted, and puts a little in her hand before she picks up one of his hands and starts to gently massage it.

"You know. Part of me kind of wishes that we could just live here for a while. I mean, more long term."

It is pretty impressive that they managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to unpack, though if Bruce had known an orgasm was in his very near future, he likely wouldn't have been as diligent about it. He's glad he was, though, and he sighs softly as she starts to carefully knead his hand.

"That's a nice thought, but it would make for one hell of a commute."

For the both of them - not like Bruce is going to find any work in the area of physics in the Middle of Nowhere, Canada.

That makes her chuckle a little before she rinses his hand off and lifts it to her lips to kiss the middle of his palm.

"That's why I said part of me."

Then she grabs to shower gel again to start giving his other hand the same treatment.

"I'd go crazy."

"I've lived in some places like this, actually. It's not so bad."

This time he lets her just spread the gel in his hand, then he presses it to her front, slowly spreading the suds over her collarbones and down to her chest.

"But I agree, it would drive you crazy."

"Not so bad for a guy who can sit around and meditate all day."

It is a well established fact at this point that Bruce is far, far better at being patient than Trish will ever be, though her perspective is more that nothing would ever get done if she didn't give her man a bit of a nudge every now and then.

Or a shove. Or a swift kick in the butt.

"Well, just because I can doesn't mean that I do."

He does like keeping busy these days, working and doing something useful with himself. Even on the run he always tried to find work where he could, and it wasn't always because he needed the money. Getting a job in his field of work will only make him even more dedicated. Chances are she'll have to actually call him once or twice just so he doesn't lose track of time.

While one hand spreads the gel down her front, he holds out his other hand in front of her.

"Pour me some more, please?"

Oh, she will. She has a great deal of respect for being dedicated to your craft, but she also has quite an interest in getting to take baths together with her boyfriend, or having him in her bed with her when she goes to sleep, or cooking dinner together. So he'll get called.

And he will also get his request for shower gel filled.

"Yeah, yeah, Yoda."

Nope, that nickname is never going to go away. Especially not since she's not actually criticising him in any way here, really.

Well, yes, he will enjoy those things immensely too, so if he ever ends up getting a little too distracted, he does appreciate the gentle tug back to reality.

He chuckles at the nickname, letting out a small whine as his second hand joins the other, slowly soaping up her body. And naturally enjoying touching her all over in the process.

"I honestly hope you don't imagine me as a tiny wrinkled green guy whenever you call me that."

She is very much enjoying being touched all over as well, pleased sighs leaving her every now and then when his hands brush over a particularly sensitive area.

"I don't have to imagine you wrinkly, old man."

He lets out a clearly feigned gasp of offense, his hands stilling just below her breasts as he shifts around enough to glance at her face.

"Wow. Did you just-- call me old?"

She gives him a challenging look, smirking a little.

"That's what I said."

He stares back at her for a second or two, then draws his hands away, propping his elbows on the edge of the tub and just leaning back, his head even dropping a little.

"Well then, I guess I'm too old to do anything else today. Especially after I've already had one orgasm. I mean, I should probably be having my nap now, or sitting around watching Wheel of Fortune."

She feels a bit like whining when his hands leave her body, but she more or less asked for it, so instead she just turns around so that her front is pressed against him instead, winding her arms around his neck.

"Can't expect you to keep up with a young and spry lover, it's true."

He does like that change in position very much, but he still lets his arms stay as they are, his expression looking as plain and unimpressed as can be.

"Young and spry? You're not that much younger than me, just so you know."

Okay maybe she kind of is. But he's still far from an old man, both physically and mentally.

Oh, she is very well aware of how good a shape he is in. She appreciates that shape daily in a multitude of ways.

"Only fifteen measly little years."

That she never gives a single, solitary crap about.

"That's right. And it's fourteen."

Because clearly one year makes all the difference. Not that Bruce cares, either way - he never did show to have any issues with their age difference, and he doesn't plan on starting now.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She chuckles and leans in to capture his earlobe between her teeth and suck gently on it.

"Fourteen."

He gasps softly, his eyes closing as he tips his head, smiling at her answer. His hands finally drop from the edge of the tub, resting on her back, slowly sliding down until they dip past the surface of the water.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

Mission accomplished, he is far too good at playing it cool, this man.

"Oh, good."

She moves her attention to his neck, kissing here and there, looking for the spots that will make him react the most.

He has some amazing self-control, that's how.

Of course that could never last long when she's teasing him like that. Not that he's complaining, far from it actually, and instead he even tips his head to offer up more of his neck to her.

Trish keeps giving that beautifully exposed neck her attention, sucking at his pulse point and not really seeing a reason to be careful about it.

She is going to give the good doctor a whole bunch of hickeys unless he protests.

If he minded, he'd have protested by now. As it is, he just lets her keep going, letting out soft little sighs and gasps as she nips and sucks on his skin, his hands slowly sliding down to her ass and thighs, only to move back up again.

Chances are those hickeys won't last too long anyway, but for as long as they stay there, he really won't mind at all.

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