insurgents | OPEN POST.

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."

Which is, to be quite frank, incredibly hot.

"Sorry. Is that a 'back off, Trish'?"

For the moment she is just going to keep her foot still where it is.

He's visibly torn between the two options, either urging her to keep going or telling her to stop altogether. It's a very difficult choice, when he so enjoys feeling her foot right where it is, so in the end he tries to reach some sort of compromise.

"More like a... 'be careful, Trish'."

"I'm always careful."

What a complete and utter lie. She is however very careful about sliding her foot just a little bit further up his thigh though

He tries his best to act casual and keep eating his eggs while her foot slides farther up his thigh, but he fails completely. His throat closes up a little and he ends up trying to swallow the knot there, licking his lips.

"Right. Always."

Yeah he's onto you, Trish.

She does a pretty fair job at the whole acting casual thing, though it does take quite some effort when she reaches his groin, lightly pressing her foot against his cock.

Wow, she is the meanest girlfriend ever, isn't she?

"So glad you agree with me."

She really is, the meanest and most cruel. Bruce actually has to set down his fork, resting his elbows on the table and holding his hands together, peering at her over his threaded fingers.

Never mind food. He can barely breathe or think when the sole of her foot presses against his cock as it is.

"I wasn't... serious."

Yeah, Trish has to give up on the food as well because the look in his eyes... Yeah, it doesn't really make eating a possibility.

She rubs him through his underwear, very gentle and very careful.

"Really? I had no idea."

At least she can still manage banter.

Unsurprisingly, he's quickly getting hard again, bulge growing in response to the ministrations of her foot. He gasps when she rubs along his length in a particularly thorough way, his eyes closing and his head dropping so his forehead rests on his hands.

"Jesus, Trish..."

His legs tense, knees drawing a little closer together.

Fuck, but she loves feeling him get hard. She takes the closing of his legs as a sign that she needs to ease off and so she does, removing her foot and getting out of her seat to walk around the table leaning against the edge next to him and running her fingers through his hair.

"Sorry, I'm being terrible."

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