[ Bruce's hands slide up from her hips to settle around her waist, his legs shifting a little as he returns the kiss. He's silent after she speaks, a hand moving up to lightly brush her hair aside and tuck it behind her ear, finally answering in a soft but light tone. ]
I think we might have killed the mood a little bit.
[ Well, not killed it for good— it's just not the kind of revelation he'd have thought to share when she's stroking his cock. It's not as if they were really making plans for the future along those lines to begin with, and frankly he's happy enough that he can even be intimate with her, that he doesn't need protection for a set of entirely different and far more dangerous reasons.
It's still a sore spot for him, but... it does count for something that she says she doesn't care. Even if he does. But that's a whole other matter entirely. ]
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I think we might have killed the mood a little bit.
[ Well, not killed it for good— it's just not the kind of revelation he'd have thought to share when she's stroking his cock. It's not as if they were really making plans for the future along those lines to begin with, and frankly he's happy enough that he can even be intimate with her, that he doesn't need protection for a set of entirely different and far more dangerous reasons.
It's still a sore spot for him, but... it does count for something that she says she doesn't care. Even if he does. But that's a whole other matter entirely. ]