insurgents | OPEN POST.

Her hands rest on his hips, fingertips digging into him a little.

"Well, when you put it like that."

That was a pretty convincing kiss. Or maybe it's just that her brain kind of stops working when he kisses her like that.

He smiles when he pulls back, his fingers brushing over her cheeks, tucking strands of hair behind one of her ears, his hands then sliding down her arms.

"Want to get settled in? I think there's hot water today, if you want to take a shower. And I don't have much in the way of food, but I could make some scrambled eggs?"

"Both of those things sound great, thank you."

She is pretty damn sure that for all its simplicity, Bruce's bathroom will probably still be a lot more appealing than the one in the motel.

Well, it's clean and tidy at least, so there's that.

"Alright."

He plants one last peck to her lips, then lets his hands drop, taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom and gesturing inside once he opens the door.

"I need a shower too, but you go ahead first. And then scrambled eggs after."

She kisses his cheek as she passes him into the little bathroom, smiling.

"Open invitation to join me, should the mood strike you."

To save water, of course.

He gives her a lopsided grin, his head ducking sheepishly as he leans against the doorframe.

"It's... a pretty tight fit in there."

It's pretty average as far as shower stalls go, actually. He's just futilely trying to make up reasons as to why he shouldn't join her because right now, he really really wants to.

"Right, and we've never been naked and close to each other before."

Really Bruce, you'll have to do better than that. Not that he has to join her of course but if he doesn't want to it's better if he just says that because she is not buying what he is selling right now.

She is also going to start getting undressed so enjoy watching her pull her top over her head while you talk, Bruce.

He does open his mouth to say something in response, but then she starts undressing, and he just ends up standing there, mouth hanging a little open like an idiot as he watches. For just a few seconds, though, eventually closing it and clearing his throat a little.

"Right."

It still takes him a little while longer to actually come to a decision, for a moment just waffling on what to do, but finally he takes a couple of steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him before he toes off his shoes.

What a dork. Trish grins at him as she gets out of her pants, very pleased with his decision even if she knows they'll have to be careful and all.

"Brave man."

She turns on the water and holds a hand under it to check the temperature, stepping into the spray when it's hot enough.

He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head a little as he rids himself of his pants, then shirt, finally tugging off his socks and boxers.

"Rather the opposite. I'm a very weak-willed man right now."

God knows how many times he's managed to refuse an invitation to join Trish in the shower, and yet here he is. At possibly the most complicated of times to be doing this, considering how long it's been since they've been together, touched each other, or even have been near in any way at all. He's trying not to focus too much on that, though, as he steps closer to the shower, waiting for her to make room before he steps under the spray too.

She has wondered sometimes if it was cruel of her to keep inviting him, tempting him.

She hoped that he knew that there was never any pressure there, and that it never bothered her that he turned her down. She hoped that he never felt pushed.

She makes room for him, making sure that she's not brushing up against him too much so he can decide what sort of "showering together" experience this is going to be.

She can't quite stop her greedy eyes from roaming though.

"That's being a little hard on yourself, don't you think?"

If he could manage burying his head between her legs for what felt like hours sometimes he could probably get through a shower.

In this, like in everything else, he never felt pushed, and she never showed any signs to be upset when he turned her down. So his change of heart now really has nothing to do with any pressure he might be feeling from her. He knows there is none.

He ducks his head under the water, lingering there for a few seconds to wet his hair, brushing a hand up his face and pushing his curls back on his head.

"No, I really am pretty weak-willed right now. But I don't mind."

God, he's missed her like this. Well, the wet part is new, but seeing her naked. His eyes roam her figure, subconsciously trying to spot any bruises or wounds from her new secret vigilante career, as he slides his fingers through her hair, letting the spray of water wet it thoroughly.

There is a new scar cutting across her abdomen, and she has a few bruises here and there but at the moment it's not looking much worse than after a hard training session.

Then again she does tend to push herself needlessly hard when training.

"I'm pretty excited. You've never accepted the invitation before."

And he looks pretty damn good wet, she must say.

She looks no worse for wear, but still he slides a hand down to that new scar, thumb brushing over it, tracing the new mark like he used to whenever she got her skin bruised or marred.

"It's very difficult to say no after so long not seeing you."

He smiles, leaning in to brush his nose against hers.

"And you do look great right now."

She smiles, feeling another thing in her life click back into place. He always did do that, making sure to give love to every shift and change in her body.

"So do you. I hope this isn't the last time I get to see you wet and naked because it is a treat."

He chuckles softly, grinning amusedly at her. His hand moves from her scar to the the bruise nearest to it, brushing softly over the marked patch of skin.

"Hm, guess I can think about it."

He sifts his free hand through her hair for a little while longer, peering at the shower rack behind her.

"Shampoo?"

"Yes please."

She is already feeling delightfully pampered, it's absolutely lovely.

She dares to reach for him as well, brushing her hands over his chest, his shoulders, running them through his hair.

"I've missed this."

Not showering together specifically, of course, but just... being intimate with him. Sharing loving touches.

He reaches behind her for the bottle of shampoo, uncapping it and squeezing a little bit onto his hand before he sets it back down on the rack.

"I know. I have too."

Smiling warmly, he applies the shampoo to her head, his fingers slowly kneading her scalp to spread the shampoo on her hair.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed and a serene smile on her lips.

"You don't have to do that."

"No, but I want to."

It's the whole reason why he asked about shampoo - not if she wanted it, but if he could do that himself.

"Okay then."

She is definitely not in the mood to say no to Bruce touching her in any sort of way, a startling contrast to how she felt when she first laid eyes on him.

Well, she kind of looked like she could have broken his hand if he tried to so much as reach out to her when they first ran into each other here, so that's definitely a welcome change.

He spreads the suds down the length of her hair, covering it all up with the shampoo, then massages her scalp for a little while longer.

"Step under the spray, please?"

She would at least have been sorely tempted, even if she couldn't actually act on such impulses for obvious reasons.

"So polite."

She does as he asks, stepping out of the spray to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, feeling a little as if tension is swirling down into the drain along with the suds.

"Thank you. I try."

He slides his hands down her hair, helping wash off the suds by smoothing out the strands down her shoulders and back. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, he leans in, pressing his lips to hers under the spray, having to part soon after but still lingering close, smiling a little at the feeling of the spray of water landing on their faces.

Since her eyes are closed the kiss came as a bit of a surprise, drawing a muffled little sound from her though it was doubtlessly a please one.

She opens her eyes to smile at Bruce, grabbing the shampoo bottle.

"My turn."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject