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"I love that you ask."

She wants to make sure that he knows how much she values the fact that he communicates. That he lets her know what he wants and asks what she wants.

"And all things considered I think you are handling things incredibly well. But that might just be my multiple orgasms talking."

Things are already complicated enough as it is - or they used to be, anyway. Lack of communication isn't something they need, and it definitely isn't something they want. Especially now, after everything they've both been through.

Besides, he wants her to feel good, and for that reason he wants to hearing about every little thing he does that she loves, and what has the best potential to drive her crazy, just like he needs to know which things she wouldn't want him to do.

"I wasn't even trying for that, actually. But that was... hot. Incredibly hot."

"I definitely thought so."

Said with a wide, saucy grin.

"Feeling you pound into me like that was pretty incredible."

He smiles, entirely unable to keep the bashfulness that takes over his features, his eyelids dropping a little.

"Well, you-- asked me to. Very eloquently, too."

At this point he might just blush. Which is a stupid thing, considering what they've just done, but there you have it.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't sort of going for that bashful look there. She chuckles quietly and gives one of his blushing cheeks a kiss

"Felt more like begging on my end."

Despite the slight embarrassment, he tips his head up, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

"I liked hearing it anyway. Very... very much."

It was incredibly arousing, that's what. It can't be much of a surprise to her either, considering how he reacted to it.

She lingers for a moment with her lips against his, as always loving the way it feels. He has such a great mouth.

"I know the feeling. I always love it when you tell me what you want, it's very sexy."

"I'll have to keep doing that, then. I do love it when you get all... you know. Eager."

He says that with a soft hum, pleased and a hint amused too, shifting a little closer until their bodies are pressed up against each other.

She pushes him onto his back so that she can rest her head on his chest, letting her legs tangle with his.

"The words you're loking for are 'desperately horny'."

He lies on his back easily, an arm settling around her side, hand sliding up her back, his legs parting a little to fit against hers.

"That, yes. I like that description more, actually."

She presses a few kisses to his chest, completely besotted with basically every single little thing about him.

"You tend to have that effect on me."

He hums, grinning lopsidedly as he glances down at her.

"I'm glad I do. Even if it used to be massively frustrating to me."

Used to be, not so much anymore. Not that he ever minded before, but he's definitely happy that pleasure is more of a mutual thing now.

"It was pretty frustrating for me as well."

Not to the same degree as him of course, but there had been moments when her need to give him what he was giving her had driven her half mad.

"Sorry. I tried not to make it so."

But he understands that it must have been, for all the pleasure he might have offered her. It's different, being able to share in that pleasure to its full extent.

"No, don't you dare apologise."

She rolls up on top of him to cradle his face in her hands and gives him a long, thorough kiss.

"You've always been amazing."

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He's smiling by the time she pulls away from the kiss, his hand moving up her back until his fingers can sift through her hair.

"So have you."

More than he can even put into words.

"Loving and patient. I'm so lucky you're in my life, Trish."

And that's not something he ever thought he'd say about himself again - that he's lucky.

"New Year's magic."

Said with a grin before she nips a little at his lower lip with her teeth.

It seems like a lifetime ago, that night at the party when she met this cute, dorky nerd and thought hey, he's pretty damn attractive, actually.

Knowing Bruce the way she does now, she actually thinks it even more of a wonder that he decided to kiss her than she did back then.

"Must've been."

It was a wonder to him too then - it still is now, even -, but considering where it got them, he doesn't really spend too much time puzzling over how he so uncharacteristically decided to kiss a complete stranger in the middle of a party.

He'd have said Tony added just a quick shot to one of his drinks to loosen him up, but he knows his friend well enough to know he wouldn't do that to Bruce of all people without telling him.

"My heart must have wished really hard and I didn't even know it."

"That is without a doubt the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me."

Not that she doesn't feel a bit like that too.

She never even knew how much she needed someone like Bruce in her life, but she has changed and grown in ways she could never have expected, and she does feel like loving Bruce is making her be the best version of herself.

"That's a pretty tall claim, considering how cheesy I've been in the past. As pointed out by you."

He says it rather pointedly, poking at her nose before his fingers tuck her hair behind her ear, then pinch lightly at the shell.

He does mean it, though, and he's immensely grateful for it, now. It might have brought him worries, doubts, pain and loneliness when he ran away too, but he hasn't been this happy in so long— happier than he ever thought he'd get to be again.

She wrinkles her nose a bit when he pokes it, grinning down at him.

"I keep track of your cheese levels, so it's a very well founded claim."

His smile stretches a little, one of his legs folding so he can nudge at hers lightly with his foot.

"Alright, then. I'll take it as a sign that I'm getting better at it."

Or worse, depending on the perspective.

"Your skills are growing, soon you'll conquer the world."

She laughs a little and drops her head to hide her face against his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent.

"We're being gross."

"Just as planned."

Not really, not at all. If anything it reminds him a little too much of unpleasant memories, ones he'd rather not relive right now.

And he's glad that Trish is here. Right now, like always, she keeps those thoughts and feelings at bay, filling him only with a sense of peace and unadulterated joy.

"Maybe. But I like it, being gross with you."

"It's definitely a guilty pleasure of mine. Shameless romantic gooeyness that would make Jessica puke."

He is so warm and lovely to lay on, how is she supposed to ever move again?

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