insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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.

He distinctly remembers something similar happening with some shrimp the first time they had a meal together. As well as a number of times with various kinds of food since then. Clearly they have a problem when it comes to cooking while being anywhere near each other.

Splitting the eggs more or less in half, he serves them onto the plates, setting the pan down on the sink once he's done.

"These have to be the driest eggs you've ever eaten."

But hey, at least he didn't burn them.

"I only have water to drink, though. Sorry."

Yes, she could also call a number of food-related episodes to mind where they very nearly ruined perfectly good meals by being far more interested in each other than what was in the pan.

Oh, well, there are worse problems to have in this world.

"Water is fine. You know, you would think we'd have learned by now how to keep an eye on food..."

He nods and gets a bottle from the fridge, seeing no need to dirty two glasses, and grabs a couple of forks, making his way to the small table by the window. Nothing fancy, really, but at least there are two chairs.

"I blame you completely, for not being able to keep your hands to yourself."

"Says the guy who licked my ear."

She grabs one of the forks and tucks into her meal, and yes, the eggs are pretty dry but she can live with that. They were sacrificed for a good cause.

He shrugs, fully expecting her to point that out, and grabbing his own fork he starts on his meal too.

"What can I say? You're a terrible influence on me."

"Oh, we're back to that, are we?"

Said as she reaches out with her foot to rub it against his leg.

"Well, when it stops being true I'll stop using it as a defense."

He grins in amusement, nudging at her foot lightly while he digs into his food.

"You shouldn't deny what a dirty mind you have, it's a good quality."

It certainly leads to good things for Trish.

"Let's keep that a secret, just between the two of us."

Not like anyone else needs to know how dirty he can get, anyway.

She slides her foot further up to nudge his inner thigh a little, grinning.

"Sounds good to me."

He almost chokes on a forkful of egg when her foot goes all the way up to his inner thigh, the bit of food flopping back on his plate. Still, he doesn't push it away, his knees parting a little wider instead.

"You know, you had an orgasm so you defused some of that energy, but I'm still pretty-- sensitive."

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