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He returns the kiss thoughtlessly, lips parting to deepen the contact when he feels her tongue drawing along them. His hands slide up her front, tracing the curves of her breasts, finally cupping her neck gently as he enjoys the slow but deep, lingering kiss.

She breaks the kiss only when the need for air becomes too great, looking at him with a somewhat dazed expression on her face.

"I can't get enough of you."

His hands round her shoulders when she breaks the kiss, sliding down her back slowly as he looks back at her with a soft smile.

"You can have as much of me as you want, anytime."

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"I know. That's the best part."

He's hers and she is his and it's not restrictive or even possessive. It's just an endless cycle of giving, wholeheartedly and with endless love.

"It really is."

He smiled, planting a kiss to her lips, then a trail of them across her cheek, on her nose, up to her forehead. His hands settled at the small of her back, arms rounding her figure more properly as he pulled her closer in an embrace.

"The second best part might be how great you look naked."

She wraps her arms around him in turn, eyes closing while she enjoys the feeling of those soft kisses spreading warmth through her whole body.

"Well, you can have that anytime too."

And it's only fair, considering he's just divested her of the single towel she was using to cover herself up. So he shrugs off his own robe, letting it fall to the floor as his lips continue to pepper her face, neck and shoulders with kisses.

"Such a generous man."

You gotta love a guy who knows when it's time to get rid of the robe.

She actually hopes that someone makes a stupid sex marathon joke when they get back home, only because she will then grin back at them and just say yes.

The thought makes her laugh a little, even as his kisses spread pleasant tingles over her skin that make her nipples harden against his chest.

Well, he is a genius, that does serve him well in things other than science. Like having remembered to turn on the heating when they first got here, for instance.

Her soft laugh gets an arched eyebrow from him, as he pulls away just enough to look at her, his hands sliding down her arms.

"What's the joke?"

It's a bit of a shame that laughing made him stop kissing her, but sharing jokes with him is in its own way just as nice as kissing him or holding him. It's another kind of connection.

"Just imagined what my response to the inevitable sex marathon jokes would be when we get back to new york."

Now he's chuckling too, though his grin carries a hint of shyness to it. Not that he's embarrassed to talk about these things with Trish, but he's not so at ease with other people commenting on it.

"Well, I'd hope the response would just be 'yes'."

True, they're just getting started, but it's definitely looking like it'll turn into that.

He knows her so well.

"That was exactly what I imagined, actually."

She leans in to press a line of kisses along his neck, licking at the spot just below his ear.

"Just a big grin and a yes."

He hums a little, a pleasant sensation spreading through him at the feel of her lips on his skin. Eyes closing, he turns his head just so to offer up more of his neck for her to kiss.

"I'd be alright with that."

Well, as long as people didn't come ask him any inappropriate questions about it.

He can just direct any questions to her and she will tell them that she doesn't want to share anything about what a sex god her man is.

For now she'll just keep kissing his neck while hugging him tightly.

"Yes, yes, yes."

She repeats the word between kisses, affirming again and again how much she wants him, how much she loves him.

He lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh, his hands rounding her sides and sliding down her back slowly, fingers drawing soft circles on her skin.

"I love the way you say that word."

"I like saying it to you."

So much of her life has been about finding the will and the courage to say no, but with Bruce it's all about actually saying yes to this incredible thing that they could have. That they do have.

"Yes, I love you. Yes, I want you. Yes, I'll be your wife. Yes, I will call you and remind you that we have dinner reservations and you need to get your cute butt out of the lab. Yes, I will make you come as many times as you'll let me."

His lips stretch into a wider smile as she lists out all the things she would, does and will say yes to. His fingers curl a little, pressing lightly into the skin at the small of her back, his own head tipping so that his mouth ghosts her ear.

"I'll say yes to all that too."

The sound of Bruce's voice is her favourite in all the world, and when it's so close to her ear it makes her toes curl, and his warm breath against her ear makes her shiver with pleasure.

"Good."

His lips press to the shell of her ear in a soft kiss, then part so he can lightly nibble on it. He tugs her closer too, sighing softly as their naked bodies press flush against each other.

"You know another great thing in this place... Is that there's a wonderful fluffy rug right in front of the couch."

Yep, that sure was a quiet little moan coming from her just now. Bruce talking about sex will probably remain one of her greatest weaknesses for the rest of time.

"I think I need to inspect that rug."

He can't help a small smile, all too pleased with that quiet moan she lets out.

"I think we both need to inspect that rug."

With that, he slowly guides her towards it, his hands still keeping her somewhat close as he glances over her shoulder and makes sure they don't bump into anything on the way.

She lets him guide her until she feels the soft rug under her feet, at which point she promptly sits down and then lays back, stretching out on it to fully enjoy the softness touching her skin.

"I think this place was designed to be a sex cabin."

Sure there might be other reasons why one might want a sinfully soft rug in front of the fireplace, but she is ignoring them.

His hands move from her sides to her arms, reaching down to her hands to offer some support as she sits down on the floor. He can't help staring in stunned silence as she lies across the rug, her naked body in full display for him alone practically taking his breath away.

"As long as it's just our sex cabin."

Slowly, he kneels down between her legs, his hands settling on her thighs. His smile is warm, soft, and he licks his lips as his gaze moves up her body and to her face.

"You're beautiful."

It takes her breath away a little, the way he looks at her, the wounds from their separation still fresh enough under the layers of happiness to cause an ache when she is reminded of how much she missed his love, and how overjoyed she is to have it back.

"Thank you."

She smiles at him, eyes full of unrestrained adoration.

His smile curves further into something more amused, as he crawls up along her body, hands moving on the rug on both her sides and propping his weight up. Eventually he's close enough to lean down and press a soft kiss to her cheek, his mouth planting little pecks to her ear, and down her neck.

"Oh, you're beautiful too, Bruce. Beautiful and handsome. Why, thank you Trish. You're too nice to me. Not at all, I say it because I love you."

He's obviously mocking there, his tone a very poor imitation of a more feminine voice - presumably Trish's.

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