[ She's already there when he hits that point, muscles contracting, spasming around his length as she rides him through it, desperate and breathless, utterly silent in contrast to his cry, her nails leaving pale crescents in his skin.
In the aftermath, with both of them spent, she slumps over him with a breathless sound, half-laugh, half-moan, sounding utterly delighted and sated. She sinks down against his hips, dropping forward until her forehead rests against his chest and she can hear the way his heart pounds from here, but he's still him, he's still Bruce, and god that had been even more exhilarating than she'd anticipated.
She rolls her head until she can peer up at him, a sated smile curling its way across her lips as she meets his gaze, her scarlet curls damp and limp around her face. ]
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In the aftermath, with both of them spent, she slumps over him with a breathless sound, half-laugh, half-moan, sounding utterly delighted and sated. She sinks down against his hips, dropping forward until her forehead rests against his chest and she can hear the way his heart pounds from here, but he's still him, he's still Bruce, and god that had been even more exhilarating than she'd anticipated.
She rolls her head until she can peer up at him, a sated smile curling its way across her lips as she meets his gaze, her scarlet curls damp and limp around her face. ]