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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."

He felt pretty confident that he could've managed those ministrations for a while longer, but he still sighs in relief when she draws back, even if it's with a soft little whine at the loss of that contact. He drops his hands, one arm resting on the table while the other reaches for her, wrapping around her waist when she comes closer.

"it's alright."

He smiles at her, her fingers in his hair relaxing him again.

"I'm sorry, Trish. It's just... complicated."

"Hey, I know. You don't have anything to apologise for."

She bends down to kiss the top of his head, fingers still sifting through his hair when she straightens up.

He still feels a little bad, knowing the limitations he has, and how much more she wants to do but can't because of him. He's grateful for her words and her tender gestures anyway, tilting his head and shifting closer so that his forehead rests against her waist, his arms curling around her.

"You're so good to me."

She pushes his plate back a little so that she can shift to the side, stepping over his legs with one foot so that he's sitting between her legs. She strokes his hair with both hands, heart aching with how much she loves him.

"Because you're good to me. I think that's what they call 'being in a relationship'. So we have limitations, lots of couples do."

He draws back a little as she settles a leg to his other side, his hands again resting around her waist as he shifts a little closer. Her words are comforting, they always are, but the last bit does get a chuckle out of him.

"Our limitations aren't exactly the same as other couple's, though."

"Sure, most women don't have to worry about getting their boyfriends too excited or he might level the building, but my point is that I love you, just as I would love you if you... I don't know, couldn't feel anything below the waist or had no arms or whatever. Those things would mean there was stuff we couldn't do as well, and it wouldn't change a thing about how I feel about you."

She cups his face in her hands and leans down to give him a soft, tender kiss.

"Just like the other guy won't ever change how much I love you."

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