insurgents | OPEN POST.

"I can't tell others about how adorable you are? That's cruel."

Just kidding of course, she doesn't mind having sides of Bruce mostly to herself.

"No one would believe you anyway. They'd just think you're crazy."

He's just a socially awkward dork to most other people, really.

"I guess I'll just have to settle for being smug about knowing more than people."

She gives him another long, lingering kiss before pulling away to get to her feet, holding out her hands to him.

"Come on, eggs."

He smiles lopsidedly in amusement, poking her sides a little once the kiss breaks.

"Eggs. Right. You know, I'm actually getting pretty hungry now."

He takes her hands and gets to his feet, tugging her along as he makes his way over to the small kitchenette taking up a corner of the room.

"Me too. There's just something about great orgasms that make me ravenous."

What? It was a great orgasm.

"That's good to hear. Too bad I have nothing better than eggs to offer."

He's a little lacking in food and ingredients right now, but he procures the butter and eggs from the fridge, getting a small frying pan from a cupboard and making his way to the old stove to start on the eggs.

"Really, you're going to just give me an opening like that?"

Said as she wraps her arms around him from behind, giving his neck a little bite.

He's got a lot more than eggs to offer.

"What? What opening?"

He glances over his shoulder a little, letting out a soft chuckle when he realizes what she means.

"I meant food-wise, obviously."

"Yes, but if I took it that way I would be passing up an opportunity to come on to you so..."

Giving him a bit of a squeeze and kissing his cheek since he so conveniently offered it to her.

"Right. As if you need an opening like that to come onto me."

He goes back to making the eggs, not minding that she stays close like that so long as he still manages to move his arms freely.

She has no intention of obstructing the movements of his arms, she really does want those eggs. She just also really does want to stay close to him.

"Do you mind?"

"What, that you stay where you are, or that you come onto me?"

He pauses on stirring the eggs for a moment just to glance at her.

"Actually, the answer is 'no' on both of those. I don't mind at all."

"Good."

She bends her head, nose against his shoulder so that she can sniff him.

"I love the way you smell when you're just out of the shower."

He lifts his free arm and turns to curl it around her shoulders, enough to have her on his side instead. Leaning in, he tilts his head and murmurs softly into her ear, spoken as if it's some great, dirty secret.

"And I love the way you smell right after an orgasm."

The combination of feeling his breath against the sensitive shell of her ear and the words he says makes her breath hitch a little, thighs pressing together as she feels a pang of arousal.

"I also love when you say things like that."

Which he knows, of course, but she says it anyway.

He can feel her thighs shifting a little, and he can't help letting out a pleased little hum, his lips parting so he drags the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear, then nips at it before pulling away.

"That's why I say them."

Only sometimes, sure, but then that just makes her reactions all the better, especially when she's not expecting it.

She tries really hard not to moan when he does that.

She fails.

"Speaking of things you say, I really liked it when you told me what to do back there."

Open and honest communication, the key to a fantastic sex life.

His grip on the wooden spoon fails a little, not just at her moan but at what she says, his head tilting a little as he gives her a shy smile.

"Well, I-- I wasn't telling you what to do so much as... asking. Actually."

He's all for open and honest communication, really, but that doesn't mean he's not going to fluster to the tips of his ears about some things.

Well, it's no secret that Trish also deeply enjoys it when he gets flustered.

"Well, you asked in a pretty... determined tone of voice."

Then she must be enjoying herself quite a lot right now.

"Ah. I did? Okay, I... didn't realize it."

He clears his throat and licks his lips, adding tentatively.

"I'll try to do it more often...?"

She's making up for lost time here, she's gone months without flustering Bruce.

So yes, she is enjoying the hell out of this.

"If you want to."

"Well, I didn't realize I was doing it, but it was pretty nice."

He won't lie, having her do all he asked without saying a word was kind of hot, especially considering the position they ended up in.

"Besides, if you like it... I don't see why not."

"Somewhat to my surprise, I did. A lot."

The fact that she is beyond certain that Bruce has no other goal in mind than giving her as much pleasure as absolutely possible probably plays a large part there.

He definitely has no ulterior motives there, and no purpose other than to make her feel good. Him telling her what to do has nothing to do with power or having some kind of control or hold on her.

His eyes drift from her to the stove, and he startles a little as he realizes he completely forgot about the eggs.

"Crap."

He turns off the stove immediately and lifts up the pan, gesturing to one of the cupboards.

"Get a couple of plates from there?"

She laughs a little at both Bruce and herself for forgetting about food that was cooking right under their noses, and goes to the cupboard to fetch the requested plates, holding them out for Bruce so he can serve up the eggs.

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