insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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."

Well, that mental image she's getting is probably the exact same one stuck to his head right now, and the reason why he asked her to turn around to begin with. His hands leave her as she does as he asks, settling on her shoulders once her back is to him, stepping closer until their bodies are pressed close to each other.

His palms slide along her collarbones, arms rounding her, his head canting so he can go back to kissing and nipping down the curve of her neck.

She reaches back to bury her fingers in his hair, invitingly stretching her body out, exposing herself to him as she presses her ass back against him, head tilting to the side to give him better access to her neck.

He lets out a soft gasp when she presses back right against his groin, but this time he doesn't pull away, instead just steadying his breath a little before he goes on. His hands slide down, fingers tracing between her breasts before he brushes one of his palms over her nipple, then cups the flesh.

She moans softly, surprised but ever so pleased that he stays where he is, squirming a little against him and pressing her thighs together because damn it feels good to be touched again.

Her nipple hardens almost instantly under his hand, her fingers curling tighter in his hair.

He's fairly confident he can stay where he is until they're done with the shower, even as he starts feeling a little aroused. They've managed to do quite a few things before, playing with his limitations and finding just how far they can push them, and while he knows that not having seen her in so long might affect all this, he still likes his odds.

Or at least, he likes them enough to give it a try.

He hisses when her fingers tighten in his hair, his hand squeezing her breast while the other slides down to her stomach, pulling her back as his hips press up against her, the beginnings of an arousal brushing against the back of her thighs.

It is one of her favourite things, it must be said, when she actually gets to feel his cock get hard against her skin, and it makes her let out a quiet little moan.

"I like this."

They should just take all showers together from now on.

While one hand plays with her breast, fingers lightly pinching her nipple, the other at least spreads some of the suds across her front, though he does it slowly, wanting to touch her more than anything else.

"We should do it more often."

They should've done it before already, even, but he's not particularly heartbroken that they didn't. He's just happy to get that opportunity now.

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