insurgents | Open RP Post

[ Air flows slowly in and out of him, inhales turning into slightly sharper gasps at every shift of her gentle touches. He's far more sensitive on the skin over his stomach than on his nipples but any grazing of her fingers is enough to have him react, whether by shivering or arching his body towards or away from them. Distracting in many ways, and between that and planting kisses and light nibbles on her skin, it takes him a while to undo her bra, but he does manage eventually, then he slides the straps down from her shoulders. ]

[ She pulls back enough to slide her arms out of the straps, her hands joining his in tugging it off and discarding it entirely. Which is when she moves, shifting her position on the bed until she can straddle his lap, her legs bent at the outside of his thighs as she resettles. It brings her head just slightly higher than his, but she's quick to lean in and kiss him again.

And her hands, still tangled with his from removing the bra, drag his hands back to her skin, bringing them up so his palms cup against her breasts. ]

[ Bruce doesn't need a whole lot of convincing but he lets himself be guided nonetheless, leaning away just enough himself to look at her properly. His hands cup her breasts perfectly, with a gentle squeeze as he grazes one of his thumbs over a nipple, a touch most of all curious at first.

All the while he leans closer, planting small kisses down from her collarbone, soft sighs leaving him as he shifts on the bed, tries to press himself more presently against her. ]

[ Her eyes go dark at his touch, her breath hitching softly in reaction. Her lips curve to watch him look and she's not at all self-conscious, leaning into his warm touch, breathy chuckle escaping her as he explores.

She lets her head tilt back when his mouth travels along her skin, another soft sound slipping from her lips, enjoying the attention. She wraps her arms around him, more than happy to be pressed firmly against him. Although she lets him decide when to take the next step this time, when he's ready to go further. He certainly won't find her objecting. ]

[ They stay like so for a while, Bruce not making any particular effort to move or to seek for anything else other than the light touches and kisses where he can reach. One of his hands rounds her side, slides up and down her back, tracing her spine until he reaches the hem of her jeans.

He spares only a few more touches, managing to kiss farther down when she presses herself closer to him, but eventually he does pause and move his hands to her hips. She's not light exactly but she's not too heavy that he can't lift her weight, gentle and slow as he turns them to the side and lies her down, her back to the mattress, him following after. ]

[ She lets him, tightening her arms slightly around his shoulders as he shifts them, steadying herself against his solid presence. The comforter is warm and soft under her back and she stretches a bit, luxurious and sensual, her eyes half-lidded and still locked on his face, curious about what he'll choose next, patient to let him but also willing to meet him halfway if it looks like he's about to start having doubts again. ]

[ It's not so much doubt as it is an uncertainty on what to do next. Not that he doesn't actually know what to do, obviously he does, but this is still something entirely new, a discovery of sorts, and though he's comfortable with Natasha, this is still all just a hint scary. But he tries not to focus too much on that.

There's a pause before he moves again, though, looking her over while she stretches on the bed, then, propping himself on one elbow, he returns his lips to her skin. He shifts on the mattress too, moving lower to kiss a path down to her breasts, breath ghosting a nipple before his tongue darts out to lick it tentatively. At the same time, his free hand slides down her side, draws lines across her navel before settling on the button of her jeans. ]

[ Natasha makes a soft sound of encouragement when his mouth moves to her breast, rolling up towards him in invitation, back arched slightly off the bed. She watches him from behind dark lashes, lips curving, and she reaches out to brush a curl from his forehead, before tangling her fingers in his curls, enjoying the feeling of being able to bury her fingers in his hair. ]

Still too many clothes? [ Her voice is warm and fond and teasing as a dimple peeks out at the corner of her lips, aware of where his hand rests. ]

[ He pauses for just long enough to look up at her at the question, plenty obvious to him she's just teasing but he answers nonetheless. With a smile of his own, though, and an arch of his eyebrows that makes it clear that he didn't take that too seriously. ]

Don't you think so? [ His eyes still on hers, he kisses her skin again, this time on the curve just below her breast. At the same time, with a single hand he manages the button of her pants far more easily than the bra with two, pulling the zipper open slowly as his lips travel down to her stomach. ]

Oh, I do. [ She meets his gaze, enjoying his smile and the way he goes along with the teasing, although it's hard for her to keep it when his mouth returns to her skin and she lets her lashes flutter closed with a soft sound when he kisses her, lips warm on her skin. She's aware of him undoing her pants, a tiny shiver slipping down her spine in anticipation. ]

[ He can almost feel that shiver himself, in the shape of some anticipation on his end too, though right now it's also mingled with the hint of apprehensiveness that never seems to leave him entirely. But they've come this far, and this at least he's not so hesitant about. For now it's not as much about seeking pleasure for himself as it is about giving it to her.

While planting kisses down her stomach, dipping below to her navel, lips traveling to her sides so he can kiss towards and along her hipbone, he tugs on the waistband just a hint at first. Then he shifts on the bed, lifting himself into a sitting position for a moment so he can pull those pants down her legs entirely. ]

[ She lifts her hips for him, making the tug easier to get rid of her jeans as she smiles and watches him, enjoying the feel of his lips moving across her skin. A little wriggle and they are down and off entirely, leaving her clad only in the dark lace of her panties. She crooks one leg, her foot resting atop the bed as one hand trails light fingers down over her skin. ]

[ He looks away for a moment as he throws the jeans aside unceremoniously, her eyes settling back on her soon enough, but he doesn't move much. For a while he sits in silence, his hands resting just above her knees but not seeking, his gaze traveling her body distractedly, as he looks almost deep in thought. ]

Have I lost you, Bruce?

[ Her voice is soft as her gaze lingers on his face, thoughtful and intent. ]

[ Her voice gets his attention, and he immediately looks up at her. ]

No, no, I just... [ He falls quiet for a while, seemingly almost speechless in the way his mouth hangs half-open before he finally settles it into a smile. A deep, quiet breath, and he adds. ] You're beautiful. I was just... thinking that.

[ It gets a smile from her, pleased and warm and fond, and she holds out a hand to him in invitation. ]

Thank you. Come here, Bruce.

[ Words he can handle a lot better when it comes to this rather than everything else, even if so far he's managed pretty well. Still, he knows it's a calm that won't last long, and once his heart starts going, that's when things will get more difficult.

But for now he follows after, only nodding once as he does what she tells him and moves closer to her, crawling over her on the bed, one folded arm resting on her side while his other hand holds onto hers. ]

[ She tugs him close, her eyes locked on his, lips still just faintly curved as he moves to join her once more, stretched out against her. her free hand lifts, moving to tangle in his curls as she guides him down. He's thinking again, and while that's all well and good, too much of it isn't. So she kisses him again, slow and leisurely. She's naked now beneath him, curving up against him with one leg shifting to twin with his, her foot sliding against his calf. ]

You're doing just fine, you know. [ She murmurs the words against his lips, light and with only a hint of teasing. ]

[ His weight rests down on her slowly, carefully almost as if he's afraid he might hurt her. He won't, he knows that, not like this anyway, but he's cautious nonetheless.

Her guidance is barely needed when she pulls him closer, as he returns the kiss easily, and when he shifts his body presses along hers, drawing a pleased sound from him, muffled into her mouth. ]

Thanks. [ Just a hint of sarcasm, his own lips curved into a small smile. ] But I've barely done anything yet.

I don't know about that. [ The smile on her lips matches the bemused tone in her voice as she lets her fingers dance down one of his arms, enjoying the freedom to touch, to explore, to have him pressed down against her like this. ]

We've ended up mostly naked in my bed, after all. I would say that's something.

[ A huffed sound of amusement slips past, his head dropping slightly as he practically nuzzles along her cheek. He tilts it so his face rests near the nook of her neck, his body moving of its own accord against her, just once in a slow but thorough gesture, one of his hands traveling down her side, touching all the skin he can reach. ]

It's... something. That's true.

[ The slide of him against her draws a soft sound from her lips, her head tilted back a moment to expose her throat, enjoyment in the heat of him against her, the friction of his own pants against bared skin. Although it's a reminder and she reaches down to tug playfully against the waistline. ]

Although I do object to the fact that you're still wearing more than me.

[ He kisses down her throat as it's exposed to him, all his touches still so aimless even now, though curious and thorough. In return, the trailing of her fingers is very much intent, it has his muscles tensing and arching away from that light contact. He lifts his hips up a little, enough for her to undo his pants, since he's not really in a position to help right now much unless he moves farther away from her. ]

That's not a problem.

[ She slides her fingers down along the waistline of his pants, tracing it around his side until she comes to the button and zipper, her nails teasing against his skin as she moves though not enough to scratch. A flick of her thumb as the button undone and the zip lowering, although she takes advantage of his position to slide her hand down, pressing against his length, still tucked beneath the soft fabric of his underwear. It's pushing things a little further than they've gone so far, but she'd felt him pressed against her hip when he'd rolled his body against hers. ]

Good.

[ The touch is slow and not entirely unexpected, still when her hand slips past the waistband and presses against his hardened length he draws in a sharp breath, eyes closing as a shiver travels down his spine. His hips roll in a small motion towards her hand, seeking friction and contact but barely finding any.

But for now he doesn't rush it. As a matter of fact he'd rather not rush much of anything at all, even if her fingers trailing his arousal still covered by his underwear has his heart racing a little faster, enough that for a few seconds he has to focus on getting it to slow down. ]

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