Yay! First Hulk story since I saw the 2008 version. I'm incredibly sorry that I might be discontinuing my stories, but I simply don't have enough time to plan, write and then put up. I hope you will carry on reading and enjoy this story. :)

Beep! Beep!

'Damn my pulse is going up! It's already at 120 bpm!'

"Bruce, something's distracting you. Please tell me it's not that heart rate monitor again." Groaned Bruce's lover in exasperation.

Bruce's face started creasing in to an image of fear, but didn't speak. He didn't want to change again, just because he was going to have sex. Problem was, he could not resist the lust that his girlfriend was forcing in to him, then eventually gave up from the fear and re-joined her – smiling warmly.

The little cabin, in which they were sleeping in, had originally been rebuilt, due to the Banner's controlled incidents. A crimson red leather sofa reflected the licking of a dying fire, its abstract shine curling around the shadows of the seat. The dying fire itself spat repeatedly, like angry bullets striking the metallic cage, its small prison confining the flames.

The dim light exerted by the gentle inferno, illuminated the bedroom partially, where the couple lay, moaning in to each others mouths.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Bruce looked at the little watch again.

156 bpm.

His pulse had been increasing rapidly, he felt the Hulk trying to break free, scrabbling in his chest for the girl of their dreams.

'Shit! I am seriously screwed if I change now!' Bruce thought to himself, adrenaline starting to pump in to his system mechanically.

But, still, he could not stop. He was too immersed in making love to Betty Ross – He loved her and vice versa.

Betty rubbed his hard length, then grinned as a hungry groan thrummed in her head, her nipples were being softly caressed by the male's large hands.

187 bpm and again the little device made the noise in a monotonous, repetitive motion.

Bruce wanted Betty so badly, but he couldn't ignore the Hulk's scrabbling, feeling the barriers of his mind, weakening to the psychological pounding, attempting furiously to be unleashed.

Paralyzed, Bruce took one last glance at his small watch as Betty took him in, adrenaline surging through him as his felt like acid was being poured in his brain.

201 bpm.

'Fuck… Too late…' Bruce thought in utter devastation.