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He smiles warmly, tipping his head and brushing his nose against hers, stealing a soft kiss too.

"One day you'll run out of things to embarrass me with."

Yeah no, that's never going to happen.

"I think we both know that's not true."

She kisses him again, nipping a little at his lower lip with her teeth.

"Just like I'll never stop wanting you."

He hums pleasantly at that, his eyes closing, leaning in to brush his lips over hers as his arms tighten a hint around her.

"That's one thing we have in common."

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."

It's less about him losing control and more about her not wanting to frustrate him all over again.

"I would've been pissed off that some idiot was trying to tell me what to do."

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."

"Yeah, I would probably have thought it was a really stupid way of trying to set me up."

She grins at him.

"Luckily, I was left to check out the hot nerd all on my own."

"Just my thing, asking drunk people to set me up with beautiful women."

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.

"Yes, and when you approached, I totally checked you out. Discreetly."

If nothing else this is what she will argue for this fake little bickering session. She does distinctly recall referring to him as cute.

"You were discreet for about the first two minutes. Maybe less, considering how clueless I am about these things."

He too remembers that, as well as some talk about having his body pressed up against hers.

"Well yeah, it's kind of necessary to be pretty blunt when it comes to you."

She rolls her hips a little against him.

"You're not the best at taking hints."

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.

"I'm taking the hint now."

"And I'm being greedy."

Yep, rolling her hips againt because she does not have the will to resist when he reacts like that, and really, why should she?

He shifts on his seat, letting out another quiet gasp as his arms tense, almost as if tugging her closer. He doesn't dream to complain, though, or ask her to stop, even when his heart starts beating a little faster.

"It's alright... I like it when you're greedy."

"Such a generous man."

At least to her.

She rocks against him again, breath hitching a little because of the sharp spike of arousal brought on by his inviting words.

The hitch in her breath is matched by one of his own, as his body responds to her motions, and he starts to get hard against her. He closes his eyes and licks his lips, hands moving down the small of her back and partly cupping her ass, while he focuses on both enjoying this, and keeping himself well under control.

"Well, I-- do get plenty out of it myself."

Seeing him lick his lips just makes her want to taste them more, so she leans in to kiss him, lips soft and parted, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth while she rocks against him again with a muffled little groan.

His lips part with no hesitance whatsoever, his own tongue brushing lightly against the tip of hers. He spills a choked moan into the kiss too, his whole body tensing and shifting, clearly responsive to the way she's grinding against him, not even thinking about stopping her or putting any distance between them right now - even if he probably should.

God, she loves it. She loves it so much, every sound she can draw from him, every tiny shift in his body that is all because of her. All for her.

She pulls her lips away from his only enough to be able to speak, breath still mingling with his.

"I still got myself off thinking about you when you were gone. Even though I was so angry with you."

She had been so angry, so hurt, and still this had slipped into her mind whenever she tried to relieve some of the frustrated pressure inside her.

She would be nearing the edge, and inevitably what got her over the edge would be a sudden recollection of Bruce. The sounds he made while they were making love, the feeling of his hands on her skin, his lips between her thighs.

It had been depressing at the time, but now... now she finds it rather arousing.

He almost lets out a whine when she breaks the kiss, but the sound turns into a groan when she speaks, images conjured up in his head that, along with the way she's rubbing herself against his crotch, spread a shiver all across his body.

His hands tug on her hips more forcefully, lips parted as he lets out short, audible breaths, still trying hard to keep them paced, an exercise in self-control he's learned to perfect over the years. Granted, he doesn't have much practice in this context, but still.

"I thought about it too... how gorgeous you look when I'm touching you. The face you make-- when you come."

And it had been plenty depressing for him too, not to mention guilt-inducing - especially when he found himself hard just thinking about it. He'd been the one to walk away, it felt almost wrong to be thinking of the good times they'd shared when he knew she was likely suffering so much from his absence.

But now, he didn't really think about that. He just thought about how those memories, along with far more innocent ones, helped him through even the loneliest days - up until now.

She loves the way his grip on her is getting tighter, and she lets him control the pace of their movements now, responding to the way he tugs at her by grinding harder against him with a deep-throated moan.

"I love the way you look at me when I do."

It feels wonderful, the pressure and friction, her weight so present on him, and he's happy beyond words that he gets to experience this much right now, without feeling afraid of losing control. He doesn't stop her because he doesn't yet feel the need to, though he is as attentive to the motions of her body as he is to the pulsing of his own heart.

"You're wonderful to look at... Always."

It's not really about getting anywhere in particular, and she loves that about having sex with him, that it is more about being in the moment together to share love and intimacy than it is about just getting off.

She kisses him, feeling like her body is too small to contain all that she is feeling and that she might just shatter into a million pieces.

"I love you so much it hurts."

It's really a good part of why this feels so good. Even when he eventually has to stop, even if he might end up feeling frustrated beyond words, the pleasure of sharing these moments is more than worth it.

He slides one hand underneath her t-shirt, drawing up the skin of her back, his other hand curling underneath her ass and the back of her thigh, as he tips his head up and returns that kiss.

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