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"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.

"I could do this forever."

She loves the taste of his skin, not to mention the fact that having Bruce gasping and sighing with pleasure underneath het is just incredibly sexy. Not something you get sick of in a hurry.

"God... I'd be so okay with that."

Maybe not sitting in the water until it gets cold, but the rest - staying close while her mouth is on him, and his hands on her? He could stay just like this forever.

"You are, without doubt, the sexiest person I have ever met."

Obviously because he is the love of her life, but really she thought he was wicked hot way before that, which is how she ended up with his hand down her panties as quickly as she did.

"Good, then... we're perfect for each other."

Because she is definitely the sexiest person he's met. Not that he's biased or anything.

Hands sliding up her back, they round her sides slowly, and he cups her breasts, thumb brushing lightly over her nipples.

"I already knew that."

Why she happens to be the perfect match for a genius physician is sometimes a bit of a mystery to her, but there is no doubt in her mind that it's true.

His touch makes her gasp, pressing herself more firmly against his hands though she knows it won't do her any good if he is of a mind to tease.

Well, from his perspective, she's a bright, beautiful and interesting woman that happens to be a very rich and popular celebrity, so he has no idea how this even works, but... it does. That's all he cares about.

He does tease a little, but there's a purpose to his touch too: to make her feel good. So, he doesn't keep the touch too light, pinching one of her nipples while his other thumb continues to draw circles around the hardening tip of her breast, loving every sound he manages to draw from her.

"Kiss me."

Bruce asking for what he wants is pretty much her favourite thing, she is oh so happy to give it to him, pressing her lips to his with a moan as the attention he is paying to her breasts banishes all traces of feeling sated from her body.

And he so loves it when she promptly does what he asks without pause or hesitation. His head tips back a little, his lips parting immediately to deepen the kiss. He keeps playing with her breasts, his fingers lightly twisting her nipples before he squeezes her breasts more fully again, palms rubbing over the sensitive nubs, letting out a choked sigh of his own whenever she spills another sound into the kiss.

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