insurgents | Open RP Post

For the record, I can handle things just fine with little to no sputtering.

[ Still, he grins, because he can recognize that the very offer had surprised him more than just a little, and clearly had left him at a loss of what to say. He shifts where he sits too, just enough to look back at her, as he adds honestly. ]

It's just... been a while. [ Not really a response to her words now, but he feels like he has to say it, even if he's sure she's figured out that much on her own. ]

I'm sure you can. [ She's not humoring him. Oh no, not at all.

His confession gets that same quirked smile and she leans a little closer, her hand propped between them on the mattress as she tilts her head to the side. ] That's alright. I have every confidence in your attention to detail.

[ And because talking isn't going them there any faster, she closes those last few inches to brush her lips against his, light and exploring. ]

[ Attention to detail, that's... one way to put it. But he doesn't get any time to answer to that before she's leaning over and running her lips along his, barely there.

Now when he says it's been a while, it really has. Enough that just that one touch all but sucks the air off his lungs entirely. But despite the slight delay at first, he eventually tilts his head to the side and presses a little closer, moving one hand up to cup her jaw and neck, thumb stroking along her cheek. ]

[ She leans into that touch, angled against the warm roughness of his hand. Her own slides in to brush against his knee, then to rest against his thigh as she shifts subtly closer. It makes him easier to reach and she presses more fully against him, deepening the kiss a hint as her lips part against his. ]

[ He responds promptly, his own lips parting too as he seeks to deepen the kiss, not wasting any time in thinking about what to do and just going on instinct, which frankly in this case it's what'll work best. Fueled by the touch to his thigh, he rests his other hand on her waist, settling there softly for a moment before moving to circle around her, pulling her closer. ]

[ She goes easily, letting him pull her in as she curls in against his front. Her free hand lifts, wraps around his shoulders, lets her long fingers tangle in his tousled curls as she meets him equally, exploring, teasing, testing this new-found contact out. Her tongue playfully teases against his lower lip, tasting him. ]

[ The touch to his lip draws a soft sound from him, barely above a breath and spilled into the kiss as his tongue searches further as well, tasting her lip, grazing her teeth before sliding against her own tongue, a little stifled at first but bit by bit, relaxing into it. His hand on her back curls lightly into the fabric of her shirt, while the other slides around her neck, fingers weaving through the hair above her nape as he cradles her head gently. ]

[ She encourages that relaxation, matching him as she curls in as close as their positions allow. She shifts closer, her kiss exploring and searching, inviting, swallowing that sounds she'd won from him with a tiny smile of accomplishment. Her fingers play against the nape of his neck, light and teasing, taking her time. ]

[ Every move she makes is slow and thorough, and he appreciates that. It allows him the pause he needs to keep his heart rate calm without even giving it much thought, and allowing him to focus almost entirely on her.

He'd almost forgotten the warmth in a kiss like that, the textures that can be found in every nook. It entices and invites him, his shoulders lowering so that as much as possible of his neck is exposed for her. Softly, the fingers on her back play with the hem of her shirt, slipping under the fabric to feel the warm skin beneath. ]

[ She makes a soft sound of encouragement against his lips when his fingers skim against her skin, arching into the touch almost like a cat being petted. Her lips curve against his, warm and fond as she lets him explore, taking her time, more than content to let him set the pace for what he needed. not that she didn't still take things a step further when opportunities presented themselves.

Like now, because she wanted to touch, taste, explore him. And they were both still wearing too many clothes. Her fingers slid around the collar of his shirt, following the fabric down until she came to the first button, slipping it free while giving him an inquisitive look, silently asking if that was alright. ]

[ He feels her hands slide around the collar of his shirt, down the front until she can release the first button, and her look he returns with a small single nod, barely there, along with two short muttered words. ]

Go on... [ While he too keeps going, sliding his hands up her back, his fingers tracing her spine. Then as he reaches the hem of her bra, he slides his palms around her sides to rest on her front instead, guiding the fabric of her shirt farther up with every small motion. ]

[ One corner of her lips tilts up against his mouth as she lets her fingers slide downwards, unbuttoning his shirt as she goes. She lets her fingertips slide against the warm skin she reveals as she goes, occasionally adding the faintest scrape of nails to the touch.

When he lifts her shirt to a certain point, she pulls back just enough that she can wiggle out of it with his help, leaving her sitting there in just her jeans and a bra, but she's not at all self-conscious. She returns the favor by reaching out to slide his now-unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, discarding it so her hands can return to exploring. ]

[ His touch stops, pulling away for just the while it takes him to help her in getting rid of his shirt. Then his fingers trace back up her sides, wanting to pull her close but at the same time knowing that would limit what they could reach, how much they could discover in each other.

Tipping his head to the side, he explores with his mouth as much as with his hands, though still very light for now, kissing a trail down her neck and towards her collarbone. Each peck a gentle touch, slow but present, as his fingers start fumbling with the hook of her bra. ]

[ She gives a soft sigh of pleasure when his mouth moves down her throat, arching towards him as her head falls back, utterly enjoying his attention. One hand lifts to thread in his curls, anchoring a grip, her nails raking lightly against his scalp as her other hand continues in her exploration. Down over his torso, pausing to inspect every dip, every nuance, she learns him by touch rather than sight, seeking out sensitivity as she works her way down. She pauses to let her fingertips circle around one of his nipples, teasing over the nub with a light touch, gauging his reaction to everything. ]

[ 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. ]

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