insurgents | OPEN POST.

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."

He nods, all too happy to let her return the favor. He's always loved her hands in his hair, after all, so of course he doesn't even think to tell her she doesn't have to do it either.

"Should we switch places?"

So that he's closer to the spray himself.

"Might be good."

She squirts some shampoo into her hand and then moves around him so that their positions are reversed, and then reaches up to start working the shampoo into his hair.

She has always enjoyed the effect playing with his hair has on Bruce. The way it seems to make him relax so completely.

He does the same, moving around so that their positions switch, and he's getting most of the spray hitting his back, some water sliding down his front.

His head tips towards her as she starts applying the shampoo, his eyes closing and already a soft pleased hum leaving him at feeling her fingers sift through his curls. God, he's missed this so much.

"I swear, you were a cat in a past life."

She can still vividly recall making this discovery, that playing with Bruce's hair will instantly turn him to mush. She thought it was adorable then, and she still does.

He chuckles lazily, though he doesn't open his eyes, still enjoying the way her fingers knead his scalp.

"Really? That's funny. I'm actually more of a dog person."

He gets why she's saying that, though, and he finds it both funny and sweet. His hands rest on her sides, rounding her waist as he pulls her just a little closer to him.

She is only too happy to be pulled closer, though she lets him decide how much so since things are always a little more dicey when they are both naked.

She gently nudges him so that his head comes under the spray, and rises the shampoo out of his hair

"Really? I mean you kind of look like a puppy but everything else about you is cat."

For now he's perfectly alright with being pressed up against her like this. Even if he gets aroused (which he probably will, and sooner rather than later), that still doesn't mean he'll have to step away from her. Just as long as they don't push things too far, it'll be fine.

He hopes so, at least, because feeling her this close is nothing short of heavenly, and he doesn't want to stop this just yet.

Tipping his head back, he dips his head under the water, eyes scrunched tightly as she rinses the shampoo out. Once most of it is gone, he leans his head forward again, grinning amusedly at her.

"I look like a puppy? Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"

"No, just a statement of fact. It's the big brown eyes and floppy curls."

She's mostly kidding, she is a way too attracted to him to associate him with anything quite so innocent and adorable as a puppy.

"God, this all sounds terrible. Maybe I should cut my hair short again."

He's mostly joking here, although a haircut would probably do him some good right now.

"I love your big brown eyes!"

And the floppy curls, for that matter. Actually she loves all of him. Every single bit.

Yes, the other guy too.

"I could cut your hair for you though, if you want."

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