She gives him a slow, lingering kiss, fingers dragging through his hair while she makes sure that he is given a very thorough proof of her appreciation for him and all that he is.
"I like you and all of your names, Robert Bruce Banner."
She has absolutely no problem with being completely cliche right now, because it means she gets to sit with her arms and legs around Bruce saying nice things to him, which is pretty much her favourite thing to do.
"I promise I won't be this gross in front of her."
Mostly because he does appreciate his privacy, and he's never been one for public displays of affection. It just seems weird and awkward to him, and leaves him feeling a little too self-conscious.
No, not really, if nothing else because she knows how shy Bruce is, not to mention the fact that she wouldn't rub her relationship in Jess' face like that when she knows how hard these things are for her.
He knows she's not serious, though. She respects people's comfort and boundaries too much to do that to him or Jess. He's just going along with the joke.
Remembering his 'be careful, Trish' she tries to be just that, lips hovering near his, pressing sweet little pecks to them every now and then between breaths.
"Imagine if someone had pointed at me during that New Year's party and told you we'd end up like this."
Honestly, being careful doesn't mean she should hold back all that much, just slow down or stop if he asks her to. He's not going to lose control with just some kissing and having her on his lap - they've done more than that, even.
"God, are you kidding?" He grins, shaking his head. "I'd have thought they were crazy. Or drunk. Probably both."
That's for him to deal with. Besides, if he gets to feel good with her for a little while, even if he doesn't get the same kind of satisfaction in the end, he really won't complain.
"Then I'm glad no one told you that, or this might've never happened."
He gasps softly at that, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt. She does that a second time and she'll have him hard against her all over again.
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Even Patricia - it just suits her.
"I never thought about it." He shrugs. "Didn't get that far."
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"So what made you pick David?"
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"No special reason. Just a name I liked, is all."
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She gives him a slow, lingering kiss, fingers dragging through his hair while she makes sure that he is given a very thorough proof of her appreciation for him and all that he is.
"I like you and all of your names, Robert Bruce Banner."
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"Right back at you, Patricia Walker."
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"We're disgusting."
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"So? We're in private. We can be as disgusting as we want."
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She has absolutely no problem with being completely cliche right now, because it means she gets to sit with her arms and legs around Bruce saying nice things to him, which is pretty much her favourite thing to do.
"I'm picturing Jessica's eyerolls."
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Mostly because he does appreciate his privacy, and he's never been one for public displays of affection. It just seems weird and awkward to him, and leaves him feeling a little too self-conscious.
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No, not really, if nothing else because she knows how shy Bruce is, not to mention the fact that she wouldn't rub her relationship in Jess' face like that when she knows how hard these things are for her.
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He knows she's not serious, though. She respects people's comfort and boundaries too much to do that to him or Jess. He's just going along with the joke.
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She rubbs the tip of her nose a little against his.
"Can't resist that."
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"One day you'll run out of things to embarrass me with."
Yeah no, that's never going to happen.
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She kisses him again, nipping a little at his lower lip with her teeth.
"Just like I'll never stop wanting you."
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"That's one thing we have in common."
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"Imagine if someone had pointed at me during that New Year's party and told you we'd end up like this."
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"God, are you kidding?" He grins, shaking his head. "I'd have thought they were crazy. Or drunk. Probably both."
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"I would've been pissed off that some idiot was trying to tell me what to do."
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"Then I'm glad no one told you that, or this might've never happened."
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She grins at him.
"Luckily, I was left to check out the hot nerd all on my own."
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He arches an eyebrow, adding in a playful tone.
"Though I will point out that I was actually the one to approach first."
Never mind that he was doing the opposite of hitting on her, but anyway.
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If nothing else this is what she will argue for this fake little bickering session. She does distinctly recall referring to him as cute.
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He too remembers that, as well as some talk about having his body pressed up against hers.
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She rolls her hips a little against him.
"You're not the best at taking hints."
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"I'm taking the hint now."
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