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Oh fuck you.

[ It's almost a growl, and she sits up so that she can bend down and kiss him ferociously, biting his lower lip hard. ]

That's the idea.

[ He can't help shooting a smirk at her with that, soon vanishing into the deep kiss. He curls his arms around her, hands pressed warmly against her back, a surprised gasp leaving him as he pulls his head back just slightly. ]

Don't make me bleed. [ The pain, though, that he's more than fine with. ]

Right, sorry.

[ Gasped against his lips before she soothes that pain with her tongue. ]

How are you going to fuck me?

[ Him on top, her on top, from behind... they have a lot of options to get creative with. ]

[ He shakes his head, kissing her softly as to let her know it's alright. His thoughts get quickly sidetracked when she speaks again, arousal spreading through him like a soft wave, his fingers curling into her back a little. ]

However you want, God... Any way you want. Just say how you want me.

I want to be on top.

[ Controlling his pleasure like he controlled hers, and giving her the most amazing view of his face when he comes. ]

[ She won't be the only one getting an amazing view there, so naturally Bruce is all too happy to go along with it. Not to mention that her being on top means she can get away fast if she has to. He hopes that won't be the case, though. ]

Alright.

[ Kissing her again, he unbuttoned his shorts, tugging them and his underwear down to his knees, then past them as he tries to push her back onto the bed, following after. ]

[ That is an advantage yes, but Trish is confident that it won'the come to that. She has faith in him.

As soon as they are both on the bed she pushes him over, straddling him and reaching down to wrap her fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly. ]

Are you ready?

[ He rolls onto his back willingly, hands settling on her hips when she straddles him. Her touch draws a soft gasp from him, and he stops himself from rolling his hips to meet the slow strokes of her hand. ]

Not... really sure.

[ He lets out a soft chuckle with that, a little nervous, but he doesn't ask her to stop. Rather the opposite. ]

Keep going.

Ah, shit...

[ This is when a realisation hits her that hasn't really been a thing before. ]

We don't have any protection.

[ He comes down from his high a little then, reality settling more heavily on him than he'd have liked. It's not as if he was planning to make a secret of it, but still. This isn't how he wanted this conversation to go. ]

It's fine. We don't need it. [ He's not sure how willing she'll be to just accept that and not ask for an explanation, but he tries anyway. ]

You're gonna have to elaborate on that.

[ Because no she is not just going to take it on faith that she won't get pregnant while trapped in space. ]

[ Oh great. So this is happening. They're naked and horny and they're having this conversation now. ]

My body got flooded with insane levels of radiation. My whole body. [ He pauses, lifts a shoulder in a weak shrug. ] What do you think happened?

[ She lets go of his cock because it just feels really weird to be holding it and talking about this, but she doesn't move away from him at all. Instead she lies down on top of him, trapping his erection between their bodies as she gives him a gentle kiss. ]

Okay, this is really doesn't feel like the time to have a deep talk about this, so can I just say that this changes absolutely nothing for me and would you like to get back to the business of having great sex, or is the magic gone?

Edited 2016-07-26 02:18 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

Mm, I was worried you might say that.

[ She slides off him to lie snuggled up next to him, drawing light circles on his chest with her fingertips. ]

How do you feel about it?

[ No, she's not going to let the matter lie. This is Trish after all. ]

[ He turns so he can face her, a little disappointed that he loses the wonderful weight of her body on top of him. He figured the topic would end up forcing a break on what they were doing anyway, but he's honestly hoping it's redeemable. Well, he still wants to keep going at least, and he's still hard too, so.

He has to suppress the urge to just dismiss the question by saying it doesn't matter, even if in this particular situation it really doesn't. It's not like he'd think of having kids while they were stuck on the Moira, even if he could, and even if he and Trish developed into something more serious. ]

I'm just glad I can be with you. That I can have this. Anything else... it's just not something I think about anymore. I've learned to live with it.

[ He kisses her slowly, a hand resting on her side. ]

I love you, Trish. You're all I want.

[ Trish would be more than happy to keep going, she just thought maybe he wasn't.

She kisses him back, smiling when their lips part. ]

I love you too.

[ She slowly slides her hand down his torso, stopping just shy of his still hard cock. ]

So, about this...

[ Look, he survived the utter embarrassment of being walked in on, came all the way down to this resort and waited until they were behind a locked door to so much as touch her again— he's not going to stop now. They can have all the serious relationship conversations later.

His lips curve into a smile, breath hitching slightly as her hand travels farther down his front. His own hand slides along her side, tracing the edge of her hip, then dipping between her inner thighs. ]

Right— this. We should... talk about this now. [ Well, not 'talk' exactly. ]

[ That is an excellent point. He really does have some pretty impressive stamina when it comes to maintaining arousal, really. ]

Do you want to keep going?

[ The hand between her legs is suggesting pretty damn strongly that he does, but she'll ask anyway just to be safe. ]

[ What she should be impressed by is his ability to not be constantly hard whenever he's around her. There's a lot of pent-up arousal and building frustration in him, and she's pretty much the sole cause for it at this point. ]

God, yes. Are you kidding? Absolutely.

[ He stops just shy of touching her between her legs, though, already feeling some of the heat and wetness gathered there. ]

Unless you don't want to.

[ Well, that's awfully flattering. She will probably never be particularly helpful with the whole controlling his urges thing because she happens to really like that he is pretty much always on the verge of being hard for her. ]

Oh, I want to.

[ She rolls up on top of him again, catching his wrists to pin them down to the mattress above his head as she slides her wet pussy along his shaft, rubbing her clit against it with a moan. ]

[ For what it's worth, she'll never hear him complain about it. He's perfectly happy to live with this particular kind of torture, as it is definitely the sweetest torture that's been visited upon him.

He's pretty easy to push around for a man his size, and when she pushes him onto his back and straddles him again he goes without any resistance, letting out a huffed laugh that turns into a gasp when she pins his wrists to the bed and grinds herself along his hard cock. His head rolls back, his eyes close, and his hips move, shifting on the bed so he slides his erection along her parted folds. ]

[ Oh, it would be only too easy to come like this, really, because the feeling of him sliding against her clit over and over is heavenly.

But she only takes herself close to the edge, gasping and shivering as she reaches down to line his cock up with her opening and eagerly shifting so that he slides into her. ]

[ The moment she lets go of his wrist so she can reach down between them, he lets his arm drop down so his hand clings to her hip, urging her down as she takes his cock into her. She might not let his arm stay free for long but honestly he doesn't mind that either, and right now he's focused on steadying himself most of all, when she feels so wonderfully tight, the pressure around him enough to nearly drive him mad with pleasure. ]

[ When he is all the way inside her, she takes a moment to just savour the feeling, smiling down at him with giddy excitement. ]

This is happenin. We're doing it.

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