thisavrou_log | june intro log overflow

You know I love it when things are completely clear.

[ She's a terrible influence, that's what. He certainly wouldn't have even thought of fooling around at the lab, in fact if asked he likely would have said no, but then she's stepping inside on her high heels and lacy black underwear and stockings with nothing but a lab coat covering it all up, and whatever resolve he might have had vanishes, giving way to nothing but the urge to have her, and to make her feel good.

He nips lightly at her neck again, hands rounding her thighs and sliding up to squeeze her ass, drawing her legs a little farther apart and shifting his hips to press himself closer to her. ]

[ If being a terrible influence means getting Bruce to grind up against her like he doesn't give a fuck who sees it as long as he can have her, then colour her the worst.

His teeth at her neck just sends the most delightful little shivers down her back, and she rubs herself against him with a quiet little moan before pulling away from him just the tiniest bit so that she can get seated on the desk behind her.

She pushes his labcoat off this shoulders and makes sure it falls to the floor before she grabs hold of his open shirt to pull him in between her legs, wrapping them around him as she leans in to kiss him hungrily.

That ought to be pretty clear, right? ]

[ Well, that certainly makes things very clear— not that her intentions were much of a secret before, mind. He was mostly teasing her there.

He helps shrug off his lab coat too, letting it drop to the floor before returning his hands to her thighs, tugging her closer as she wraps her legs around him. His head tips and he promptly deepens the kiss, spilling a long audible sigh into her mouth, his tongue tasting hers.

His hips move again, rolling towards her so the bulge in his pants grinds presently between her legs, sigh turning to a moan that breaks their kiss momentarily. He captures her mouth again, kisses her deeply, pulling away and looking at her with a heavy gaze, speaking in a warm tone, tainted with arousal. ]

God, I want you.

[ She wasn't exactly doubting his powers of perception there, no. She just decided to go make the most of his teasing. He does tend to appreciate it when she gets assertive after all.

She is breathing hard when he pulls away to speak, her gaze locked on his and just as filled with lust. ]

So take me.

[ She would never dream of pushing him, of course, but she hopes that she has made that clear enough that he won't take her words as an attempt to do that. ]

[ There's some pause after her words, like he's weighing his options a thousand times over in his head. It's not that he hasn't been thinking of it anyway, of taking a chance and trying for something more —and they could always stop if he sensed danger— but this isn't exactly how he'd pictured it would go.

Then again, he doesn't really care. She's gorgeous and she dressed up like this just for him, and he couldn't care less that it's on a lab desk rather than their comfortable bed. He has a feeling she won't particularly mind, either. ]

So I will.

[ He kisses her again, more gently this time, hands sliding up her thighs so his fingers hook on the elastic of her panties, tugging lightly. ]

Take them off.

[ Trish comes very close to actually giggling with excitement when his words actually sink in and she realises what his intentions are, but she manages to keep a lid on it as she gets her garters out of the way and tugs her panties off. There is a distant thought somewhere in the back of her head that she'll stain his labcoat now, but that disappears before she even has time to become properly aware of it.

She has much, much more important things to think about at the moment.

And yes, she is grinning quite widely. She's really pleased right now, okay? ]

[ Bruce wastes no time at all once the garters are unhooked, tugging her panties past her hips a little more roughly, then pulling away just enough to slide them past her knees, letting them fall to the floor before he's pressing closer again.

He has half a mind to ask her what she's grinning at, though he knows very well. But he chooses to find ways to wipe that grin off her face instead, by sliding a hand between their bodies and letting his fingers ghost along her inner thighs, curling them slightly so his fingertips press past her folds and against the wetness already pooled there. ]

[ She leans in to suck and nibble at his neck, muffling her moan against his skin because holy fuck that feels good and he's only just started.

She spreads her legs as wide as she can, welcoming his touch with her entire being. ]

[ He has to take a deep steadying breath when she spreads her legs wider for him, but only ends up feeling dizzier instead. Still, he doesn't stop, his fingers sliding up her slit to brush lightly over the sensitive knot of nerves, then back down so the tips prod at her open, not yet pushing inside.

With his free hand, he reaches for one of her own, guiding it down his torso and stopping by the waistband of his shorts. ] Touch me too. You can... I want to feel you.

[ She moves that hand away from his shorts to join his between her legs, momentarily pushing it aside so that she can slowly rub her aching and wet flesh, thoroughly coating her hand in her own juices. With her free hand she pulls his waistband out a little to give herself some room to slip her now slick hand in and find his cock to wrap warm, wet fingers around it.

Her other hand lifts to curve around the back of his neck so that she can pull him in for another kiss, while she slowly strokes his cock, twisting her wrist a little every time she reaches the head. ]

[ He watches everything with intense fascination, heated gaze following her hand as she touches herself, then slips it past the waistband of his shorts to curl it around his cock. It immediately draws a choked moan from him, his hips jerking towards the touch, while his hand goes back to between her legs, his touch more present and more urgent too.

Tipping his head, he returns the kiss, a little sloppy and distracted, while his other hand tugs his shorts down and past his thighs to get them out of the way and hopefully giving her more freedom to move. ]

[Why did Daisy have to be so curious right now to see what all the areas in the I.L.R. were? Because it didn't seem to connect where those sounds were coming from until she came to the area of the science department. All she got was two seconds of an eyeful of someones ass before she quickly looked away.

She might've been spotted by them which was the only reason she even said anything.]

Shit! Sorry!

[ What Trish should have felt in that moment was probably embarrassment, and that would probably come soon enough, but that was not the first emotion to hit her.

See, if she had read the situation right, Bruce had actually been about to let her get him off, and knowing him an interruption like this might well make him rethink that decision. It would certainly make him move his hand away which was frustrating enough even if it was the only logical response to this. She let go of his cock too, even if it was with great reluctance.

So, her first emotional response to being walked in on was not embarrassment, it was to briefly consider murder.

The second reaction was, much to her own surprise, amusement. ]

It's for science!

[ She said, as laughter bubbled up inside her and she leaned her forehead against Bruce's shoulder with a chuckle. ]

Oh, god...

[ Despite Bruce's keen hearing, he doesn't even notice the door opening or someone coming in until a voice is coming from behind him. And then, his reaction is one of sheer surprise, his whole body tensing as he jerks where he stands, his hand immediately leaving the warmth between her legs so he can tug his shorts back up. Definitely doing a bit of shifting around so he can shove all of himself in there again too. ]

Shit, I'm—

[ Glancing over his shoulder in complete embarrassment, then hoping the ground will swallow him whole. He covers up his face with his (clean) hand and groans, not really moving since Trish's panties are still on the floor and he'd just be giving whoever walked in an eyeful of her private parts. ]

... sorry.

[Her back is to them at this point but as soon as whoever the woman was blurted out that it was for science, Daisy lost it.

And by the time she recognizes Bruce's voice she's howling with laughter.]

Oh my god.

[ Well, it was meant as a joke so that really is a very appropriate reaction.

And honestly Trish is laughing too because it is just way better than any of the alternatives right now, though she does place her lips against Bruce's ear to share a private thought that Daisy really doesn't need to hear. ]

If she just made you change your mind, I might actually strangle her.

[ Bruce isn't feeling particularly amused right now, mostly because he's still feeling like he could drown in his own mortification. It does help that both women are laughing, if nothing else because it's better than complete awkward silence.

And also he can bury his face in the curve of Trish's neck and pretend he didn't just partially flash someone.

He doesn't answer Trish's remark, because there really is no need for strangling right now, and also that's a conversation for when they're alone. Glancing over his shoulder again, he finally recognizes Daisy, and he has to take a deep breath and clear his throat just to manage to sound completely calm. Which he isn't, not really. ]

You should... leave. We'll leave too, but. You, uh— we can't go while you're... there.

[ Because his girlfriend is very much indecent right now and Bruce is definitely not moving until they're alone again. God what is his life. ]

[But Daisy wanted to stay! Yeah, right. As it was she was already starting to move away, eyes not leaving the wall opposite of them.]

I'm already leaving, but maybe you should-

[Daisy's hip knocked into something and it fell to the floor in pieces. It sounded like glass.]

Ow. Sorry.

Lock the door.

You might want to look where you're going. Nothing's showing anymore, promise.

[ Please don't break more stuff in here then they'll have to do a ton of clean-up and that will kill the mood even more. ]

[ It's fine, just some empty beaker lying around for some reason and Bruce couldn't care less about having to replace it later on.

He waits until Daisy's out of the lab and the door closes to turn to Trish again, looking at her for about half a second before he lets out a loud snort and a laugh. ]

For science?

[ Yeah, he's having his delayed reaction now. ]

[ Oh good because he has the best laugh. ]

It's an experiment!

[ Said with a wide grin. ]

Oh sure, call it an experiment alright.

[ His voice is lilting because he's still chuckling through his amusement, though it's gradually dying down. He sighs finally, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. ]

We should go elsewhere. [ He adds, just to make it clear. ] Do this elsewhere. We did rent a pretty nice room down at the resort, and this is... well, I think it deserves a little more than just a lab desk.

[ She gets down from the table and cups his cheek with one hand, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips before she bends to retrieve her underwear. There's really no point in putting the panties on again because they are horribly soggy, so with a smirk she just slips them into one of his pockets before buttoning up the labcoat again. ]

You're a good man, Bruce Banner.

[ Bruce quickly buttons up his own shirt, staring wordlessly when she tucks her panties into his pocket. God, that's horribly unfair. ]

Just your luck.

[ He says it lightly, kissing the tip of her nose. He's absolutely not cleaning up that broken beaker now, screw it. ]

Are you going for a change of clothes first, or... heading down just like this?

Do you have a preference?

[ Because she'll totally go down like this. She's covered! ]

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