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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.

Trish laughs, hands sliding up and down his sides while she turns her head, welcoming his kisses.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were fishing for compliments."

"You know me, I'm always fishing for compliments."

Said again with a chuckle to his voice, loving the way her laugh sounds. That's really the only reason why he said something so silly to begin with, just to hear her laugh.

His lips move down her neck, back up to nip behind her earlobe, one hand brushing down her side in a light touch, barely there, as he plants a trail of kisses down and along her collarbone.

She lets out a somewhat shaky little sigh, all his light touches making her hyper aware of her own skin, her focus narrowing down to just that, his skin against hers, his lips, trying to catch every nuance of it.

"Good point. I should have kept that in mind."

His only answer to that is a soft hum, and a nod that has the still somewhat wet curls of his hair brushing along her skin. All the while he continues to explore her skin, in the same slow, gentle and almost reverent way as if he were doing it for the first time.

Traveling across her chest, his lips trail right between her breasts, stopping to leave a more lingering kiss every once or twice. His head tips as his mouth moves along the edge of her ribs and to her side, lips parting a little wider so his teeth dig very lightly into the curve of her waist.

One hand comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair, sometimes gently tugging at it, her body arching up a little to urge him on when she feels the soft pressure of his teeth.

His lips travel farther down to her hipbone, sucking and nipping at the skin, his hand sliding down the front of her thigh, thumb slowly tracing between her legs. "Can you..." he trails off, his words quiet and almost hesitant as he glances up at her. "Turn around?"

Ever a surprise, this man. She raises her eyebrows in mild surprise at first, but then promptly does as he asks, turning around to lie on her stomach before propping herself up on her knees, head resting on her folded arms.

For some reason putting herself on display for him like this, ass in the air and her wet pussy clearly visible between her legs while she can't see his reaction at all makes little butterflies flutter around in the of her stomach. It's not exactly nerves, but it is anticipation. A slightly different kind from if she could see him.

Well, he wasn't exactly thinking on having her propped up on her knees, actually, but he's not about to complain either. Leaning back just enough himself, his hand pulls away, settling on the curve of her ass once she's turned herself around.

His lips press to the small of her back, lingering there for a while, his eyes closed as he slowly moves up along her spine, fully intent on kissing every single inch of her while they're here.

She took his idea and ran with it. She sits back on her heels when he starts pressing kisses along her spine, curving her back up a little against him with a happy hum.

She wants him to kiss every inch of her, she wants his mouth absolutely everywhere, and she couldn't be happier that he seems to be after the same goal.

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