insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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."

"You said they make me look like a dog!"

He's fighting back laughter, though, far too amused by this whole conversation.

"That would be nice, I'd like that. Just don't cut it too short."

"They also make you look like the sweetest, gentlest man on the planet."

He's being ridiculously cute, that's what's going on here.

She kisses the tip of his nose, just because.

"And I am madly in love with you and in no way think about puppies when I look at you because puppies are not hot, and you are."

He ducks his head, his smile turning warmer and more smitten when she says again that she loves him-- no, scratch that: when she says that she's in love with him. It almost feels as if his heart grows in his chest, far past the confines of his ribcage.

He pulls her closer and gets her underneath the warm spray too, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest.

"See, now that sounds like a much nicer compliment."

She rests her hands on his shoulders, smiling at him in just as smitten a way while she presses herself against him. Not really to make him hot and bothered, she just wants as much of her skin as possible to be pressed against his.

"And here I thought you weren't a vain man."

"Well, there you have it. Another big secret of mine."

It really isn't, not at all. If anything he shies away from compliments and praise much more often than not.

His hands slide up her back, reaching her shoulders and rounding them to follow the flow of the water as it cascades down her front.

She lets out a long, shivering sigh as his hands slide over her body, the sensation so familiar and yet new at the same time.

"I won't tell. Promise."

"Good. Thank you."

It's a rediscovery to him too, his hands as if learning again paths that they had treaded before, and finding them just as wonderful. Her skin is as warm as he remembered, as soft as he dreamed - he could get lost in the curves of her body and wouldn't mind not being found for days or weeks.

He cups her breasts lightly, but not lingering for long, his hands continuing to travel across her stomach and down to her navel, his eyes following that trip all along.

"I missed this... you." He looks up, smiling. "You're beautiful."

"So are you."

She really means that. Bruce is beautiful to her in every way a person can be. She looks down at his hands, loving the sight of them on her skin.

"I missed your hands so much."

She'd missed all of him of course, but sometimes certain details would stand out. She would find herself remembering a certain turn of phrase, a particular touch, a distinctive gesture and she would be a mess, having to rush off before anyone could see her cry.

"And I've missed touching you... feeling you."

He tips his head a little, brushing their noses together and letting their foreheads rest lightly against each other.

"We should-- shower gel."

Not just so they won't spend too much time under the water, but mostly because he really wants to have his soapy hands touching her everywhere.

"Genius."

She's not being even a little bit sarcastic, she was actually so caught up in the moment that she forgot completely about the whole getting clean aspect, not to mention the 'soapy hands sliding over her skin' one which is now seeming incredibly attractive.

She reaches for the bottle, squeezing some shower gel into her hand before offering it to Bruce, greedily sliding her hands all over his chest and around to his back the second her hands are free.

He takes the bottle from her, letting out a soft hum of surprise as her hands immediately slide across his skin. Not that he's complaining at all, rather the opposite. It just feels too good, having her touching him like this.

He squeezes some of the gel onto his own palm, putting the bottle away too before he starts spreading it along her shoulders, then down her back, his hands moving in slow, thorough circles all the way down to the curve of her ass.

She couldn't help it, it's been too long and now he's right there and naked and all hers again and she just has to touch him.

She makes her way down to his ass too, grinning as she gives it a bit of a squeeze.

He lets out a giddy sound that makes him feel just a bit ridiculous, tensing slightly and pressing even closer to her.

"Classy."

Not that he can talk much, since he gives her ass a firm grope too, then slides his hands farther down until his fingers slip lightly between her thighs.

Well, he does have his moments of being very silly. It's part of why she loves him so much.

"Look who's talking."

Said as she lightly hooks a leg around his, affectionately rubbing it a little up and down.

"It seemed right to level the playing field a little."

Even if she seems to be intent on staying one step ahead of him, but he hardly minds that. His fingers brush down her inner thighs, then back up, his head tipping and his lips brushing along her jaw and down her neck.

Okay now he is definitely the one getting ahead, but she is not going to complain even a little bit.

She leans her head back, offering up her throat, her hips shifting to meet his hands.

"Seems to me like you're doing a bit more than that."

"I'm making up for lost time."

He murmurs that softly against her throat, lips parting to nip lightly at her skin. One of his hands slides up again, rounding her waist and trailing up her side, spreading suds all the way up to her armpit.

"Turn around for me?"

The eyebrow she raises at him probably makes it very clear what sort of mental imagery that request conjures up, but she does as he asks, obediently turning around.

"It'd be my pleasure."

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