insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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."

"It doesn't change anything."

How could it, honestly? It's not as if he was expecting to have kids now, anyway, or even a girlfriend or a wife. And besides, he loves her. The simple fact that he can be with her is already so much more than he could have ever hoped for.

"I just... want to be with you. Kids, no kids, that makes no difference. If you don't want children, that's fine by me. But I wanted you to know, in case it was something you wanted out of... you know. A marriage."

"All I want out of a marriage is you. You're a part of my family, I'd like the legal paperwork to reflect that. Like it does with Jess."

She clears her throat a little and takes a sip from her cup.

"And, in the interest of full disclosure, it's also kind of an embarrassing cavewoman thing. I like it, so I want to put a ring on it to show everyone else that they can't have it. Which is backwards, possessive, old-fashioned and petty. I know."

Bruce scrunches up his nose a little, though he smiles in amusement as he speaks.

"Wow. So, I don't get a candlelit dinner or violins, you didn't do some romantic declaration of love, give me a ring, or even get on one knee, and now you're quoting Beyoncé. And talking about legal paperwork."

He shakes his head, eyebrows raising, clearly joking.

"I'm not feeling particularly swept off my feet right now."

"Did I not get any points for the two orgasms I gave you?"

She grins, happy and relieved that what he wanted to talk about was nothing worse than a 'you should know this' type of thing, and not even one that affects or changes things for her in any way. She wouldn't say that it doesn't matter, mostly because it obviously matters to Bruce, but it certainly isn't something that makes her change her mind about wanting him to be her husband.

"I was going to do it properly but my mouth betrayed me."

She puts her mug away, and then takes Bruce's from him so she can put that aside too before she takes one of his hands in both of hers and gets down on one knee in front of her.

"Robert Bruce Banner, would you please do me the immeasurable honor of becoming my lawfully wedded hubby?"

Edited 2016-02-14 10:26 (UTC)

It is important to him, yes, but not as important as having her in his life. He just thinks it's the kind of thing one should know when they talk about this kind of commitment - and honestly, he thinks he should have mentioned it already, he just didn't want to make things sound any more serious than they were.

But he's glad he's told her now. Just like he's glad to know exactly how serious she wants it to be. Even if it scares him, admittedly.

He should have expected her to get on one knee after that, but it still surprises him, and he grins bashfully as he looks down at her. Part of him can't help find the situation a little funny, her wrapped up in that towel and him in his robe, but mostly? It's sweet, and it's wonderful.

"I would. Yes."

Part of her finds the situation kind of hilarious actually, but the other part is irrationally terrified that he is going to say no so it's all kind of an emotional jumble.

"Oh thank god, I think I was about to give myself a heart attack down here."

She gets back on her feet so that she can wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Thank you."

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