insurgents | OPEN POST.

Trish tries to breathe calmly and stay still for him, but it is so difficult when she can feel his cock throbbing inside her, when her entire body is screaming at her to move just a little so that he can slide that last little way in so that he is as deep inside her as he can go.

She can't control the way her pussy clenches around him, begging him to please continue.

Her hands slide over his back soothingly, and she keeps her eyes on his face. They are wide and dark with desire, her mouth hanging open as if she is about to speak, but she probably couldn't produce words right now even if she tried.

It doesn't really help, the way she clenches around him, but he can't really fault her for it. Eventually, though, he gets a little more used to it, at least comfortable enough to shift his hips again, moving closer to her as he pushes the rest of the way into her.

His arm rounds her torso properly, clinging to her and propping her weight up just so. The movements have his cock shifting inside her and he moans breathlessly, his body shivering slightly as he manages some semblance of a thrust when he moves around like that.

She wraps her arms tightly around him, hiding her face against his neck and letting out a shaky moan, hoping to high heaven that this won't be too much for him because if he has to pull away now the frustration will be agony.

For now, he's managing. That blowjob at least helped him ease into all this, so he's a little more confident now, but he's still taking things very slowly here. Even as he starts moving, each thrust is long and slow, almost painfully so, but it's a calm pace that helps him keep the pace of his own heart in check too.

He tips his head, buries his nose in her hair, breathing out soft little sounds against her ear whenever he pushes back into her.

It is a sweet kind of torture, but she doesn't mind because taking it slow makes her feel every inch of him so acutely, and she wants that right now.

"You feel so much better than I imagined."

He really can't tell right now if it's better or worse, to do things this slowly instead of at a quicker pace. He can feel so much of her, and she seems to tighten around him in pleasure even more when his cock slides smoothly in and out of her, not stopping but not moving any faster either.

He feels his insides twist with every clench of her muscles, each trembling of her body. His exhales come in gasps and moans, eyes shutting as if that helps him keep his focus. It doesn't.

"So do you... God, Trish, I-- I can't..."

"It's okay."

Whatever he's trying to tell her, be it that he has to stop or that he is about to come or anythig else, she needs him to know that it's all okay.

"You're okay, I've got you."

Reassuring words spilling from her like groans, her voice twisted by desire.

He doesn't even know what he's telling her himself, honestly, but her words are reassuring nonetheless. He lets out a soft, drawn-out whine, turning his head to the side a little to press his lips briefly against her.

One motion of his hips turns into a sharper thrust, tentative, a louder moan leaving him as he buries himself deep and quick inside her. There's a spike to his heart rate but nothing that scares him too much, and he repeats the motion, once, twice, his arm curling tighter around her, pleasure coiling quickly at the core of him.

Those sharper thrusts are intensely pleasurable, and draw some rather loud moans from her as she reaches between their bodies to touch herself, panting heavily as she rubs her clit in quick little circles, hips jerking against him in a rather uncoordinated fashion, a reflex that she is too wrapped up in pleasure to even try to control.

He adjusts briefly when she reaches down between them, another choked groan spilling from his lips when he realizes she's touching herself. His pace quickens just a hint, as does his heart rate, though this time, it doesn't scare him as much. It's very much similar to how it felt when he got closer to his orgasm before, and it's how he knows he's getting closer now too.

There's always a trace of worry there, but he does his best to ignore it for now. He didn't turn before, so he won't turn now-- at least that's the belief he clings to. Just like he clings to her and to the edge of the tub, and he thrusts harder into her, parted lips resting lightly over hers, a very faint 'close' breathed out into the air between them.

She's not close, she's there, and that one word from him is enough to push her the rest of the way.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Her hand speeds up even more as she brings herself over the edge with a loud cry that echoes in the bathroom before she muffles it by kissing him, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as wave after wave of bliss washes over her.

He's following her not too far behind, the way she clenches rhythmically around him, almost matching the quick pace of his thrusts, tipping him over the edge. Mouth hanging open, his fingers curl tight into her skin, gripping the edge of the tub as he fucks her harder, and a few seconds later he's coming inside of her.

His mind goes blissfully blank, like it did before, except it feels so much more intense now, so much more complete. He nearly loses the notion of who or where he is, let alone what he's scared of, unaware that he's crying out her name while he keeps moving throughout his orgasm, steadily filling her up until his come's spilling out of her, staining her thighs and the bath water both.

He isn't aware of it, but she is, and her name has never sounded so beautiful to her.

She moves with him through his orgasm, aftershocks of pleasure making her whimper and moan as she feels him come inside her, and she shifts to wrap both legs around him while she tries to catch her breath and regain the ability to think.

He comes down from his high a little slowly, unable to think, let alone do much of anything. Eventually he sits back on his heels, both his arms curling around her as he pulls her along with him, their chests pressed against each other. He tips his head up, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, full of love and gratitude and a myriad of feelings and sensations still overwhelming him, making every cell in his body sing, his head light on his shoulders.

She buries her hands in his hair and kisses him back, well aware that there are no words that could convey what she is feeling right now.

It's not the sex itself that makes it such a big deal, really. It's what it means for Bruce. One less reason for him to be afraid, one less reason for him to distance himself from the people he cares about.

From her.

Well, the sex is a pretty big deal for him. It's been literally a decade since he's experienced an orgasm, and in the span of less than half an hour, he's already had too, and that alone makes him feel like his body's floating away, so light it is.

But the meaning itself, that makes him happier beyond any words. Getting to be this close to her, to enjoy this kind of experience to its full extent without having to be scared or pulling away from her when he goes past a certain limit. And it's not just about making her feel good, either - it's about being able to experience all of those wonderful feelings together with her. Giving her all of him, completely.

He breaks the kiss and takes a deep, shuddering breath, burying his face in the curve of her neck as he holds her tightly, keeping her close to him.

She wraps her arms around him and hugs him hard, overwhelmed by what they just did.

"I want to marry you."

That... Was not meant to come out in her outside voice.

Yeah, that very much came out in her outside voice. Though it does take a while for Bruce to fully process the words, and then a couple more seconds to try and figure out if he's heard that right.

Tensing up a little, he pulls away just so, enough that he can look at her, surprise clear on his face.

"What?"

Well, she made her bed and now she is going to lie in it. Awkwardly.

"I'm not saying that we should like, elope to Vegas tomorrow or anything but at some point... I'd like you to be my husband."

She's always thought of herself that she isn't the marrying kind, and her reservations about the whole thing remains but... Somehow in spite of it, she still wants to do it with Bruce.

There are too many conflicting feelings battling inside of him right now, and they all come as one huge tidal wave that he can't stop. Fear and worry clash with a strange kind of joy, panic crushing against an almost eager excitement. His stomach twists and turns, his heart leaps in his chest, and in the midst of it all, he's still too spent to control any of it.

His head nearly pounds, so overwhelming everything is. And here he thought the Hulk would be the most difficult thing he'd have to learn to deal with in his life.

"Trish, I... we need to talk."

Wait, that sounds bad, doesn't it? Quickly, he adds.

"I mean, talk about this. About things. There are... things you need to know, before you even start thinking about that."

Lovely, that is exactly what a woman wants to hear when she proposes to the man she loves.

She has to wonder what it is he's been keeping from her that was apoarently okay to hide when she was basically handing him her heart for life, but now that she wants to make it official it's a problem.

She takes a deep breath to keep herself from saying something rash, and gets out of the tub, kissing his forehead.

"I'll make coffe. Come to the kitchen when you're ready."

She grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, needing a moment alone to prepare for possible disaster.

She quickly throws some clothes on, and then gets busy with making some coffee.

He didn't deliver that in the best way possible, granted. He realizes it the moment her posture changes, and she's pulling away from him, her kiss feeling almost distant.

The warmth of her vanishes entirely in a matter of seconds, but he can't even bring himself to say anything about it, not even playfully. He does look a little surprised as she gets out of the tub and disappears through the door. He didn't think he made it sound that bad, did he?

Well, good thing is that at least he gets a moment to clear his head, even if he now feels like he's just completely ruined the moment. But he did say he has something to tell her, and he does, so he gets out of the tub, unplugging the drain and shrugging on a robe before he steps out of the bathroom and walks closer to the kitchenette.

Leaning against a counter some feet away from her, he rests a hand on the edge, eyes fixed on his own fingers.

"I can't have children."

So yes, it is something that wasn't important before, but is now.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just... didn't think it mattered then."

"Do you want children?"

Trish is, in all honesty, not sure that she does. She doesn't have many good associations with parenting, and she would live in constant fear of making her own children feel the way her mother made her feel.

She offers him a mug of coffee, and leans in to kiss his cheek, just to let him know that nothing has changed.

"That's a very complicated question."

He takes the mug, though he won't drink more than a couple of sips from it. He's already giving his heart more than enough exercise for a day as it is.

"I mean... yes. I always wanted kids-- before. But it's not exactly easy now, with my condition."

And it's not like he has that many great memories either, when it comes to parental figures. Which, he realizes just then, he hasn't told her about yet either.

"But I always thought I could be a good father. Better than mine was, anyway."

To most people, it would scare them to think they could turn out the same way, but in Bruce's case, it never did. Not once. Funny, in a bitter kind of way, considering what he's eventually turned into.

She pours a mug for herself and leans against the counter next to him, shifting so that some of her weight is resting against his side too.

"I don't know if I want children. I don't think I've ever pictured myself as becoming a mother. If that changes things for you it's..."

She is about to say fine but that's not exactly true. She would be devastated.

"I'll deal. And if we do decide together that we want to have a child it's not as if there aren't other ways."

She leans her head against his shoulder.

"You'd be an amazing dad."

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