She knew he was an introvert. Hell that was obvious to a blind man. Bruce Banner was a private king of guy, even at parties this small. And earlier, he was adamant about never dressing up. Halloween or not, he didn't plan on indulging in something that could risk the 'other guy' coming out. Sabrina Write, the medical expert hired by Tony towards the middle of June, took a glass of rum and coke from Stark's friend Rhodey and turned to look at the scene laid before her. It was a classic case of frivolity. Tony was spinning an overly happy Thor for some off pin the face on the pumpkin game and Steve was nervously glancing to a pretty dark haired S.H.E.I.L.D agent dressed as a 1920's flapper. Sabrina, however, was dressed as a rather sexy bumble bee. It was a last minute decision to dress up for the party. She had gone out with Natasha to get the red heads costume when she spotted the rather interesting black and yellow ensemble. It was cute, but in a seductive way with long see through thigh high black leggings that disappeared under a fluffy black and yellow stripped skirt that maybe came a half an inch under the curvature of her butt. It was long enough, however, to leave some things to Bruce's imagination. On her top half was a sparkling black corset with yellow ribbon and black fingerless gloves to only help accent the wings on her back and adorable antennas perched in her thick shoulder length blond hair. Natasha had helped earlier in the evening so it looked teased and rather wild. She had the sexy factor working for her. After all, almost all the single male's eyes were locked onto her when she and Bruce walked in half an hour after the party started. Unfortunately for them, she was Bruce's. In a way, she was the Hulks as well, because he seemed to claim her before Bruce could ever admit his feelings for her. Sabrina smiled as Thor completely missed his mark, fell down, and came up laughing. For a god of thunder, he loved this new holiday almost as much as a child could. He was good entertainment for everyone.

Turning, she headed over to Bruce, who was standing on the balcony. She made a detour to the water cooler to grab him something to drink. Alcohol wasn't exactly stress reducing. The 5'5" woman dressed as a bumble bee come to him and held out the water to him. The brilliant scientist took it and offered her a light smile. "Thanks." He said. Her boyfriend of three months didn't dress up, but instead wore khakis and a purple button up. He seemed tired, which wasn't surprising after the massive amount of time he spent in the lab instead of sleeping.

"You should have dressed up." Sabrina teased him with a light pinch to his side. "Bruce only jumped a moment before looking at her. He relaxed, reaching over and wrapping his arm around her slender waist to pull her close to him. Sabrina smiled, tucking herself against his side and shaking her arm around his lean frame. He might not have been the most muscular of men at the party, but to her his lean form was the sexiest. 'What did Stark suggest you come as?"

Bruce chuckled and used a free hand to bat one of the antennas out of his face. "He suggested that I come as the 'Other Guy', which was not going to happen." He stated seriously. Sabrina's eyebrows pulled together a moment in thought. She could imagine it; the Hulk attempting to bob for apples and instead drinking the bucket. That thought alone made a smile spread across her face and laughter erupts from her lips. Bruce only raised an eyebrow a moment. "What?"

Sabrina answered, "I think he would be oodles of fun at a Halloween party."

"Yea sure, until neither there is no more punch and he levels Stark Tower over annoyance with Tony or Thor." Bruce quipped. As much as the Asguardian had good intentions, he still alloyed the hell out of the Hulk. Sabrina only chuckled. She tilted her head up to look at him. The lights illuminated her face as her blue eyes met his darker hues. There was a silent moment before Sabrina raised herself onto her tip toes and kissed the underside of his jaw. Bruce sighed, relaxing a moment before she whispered to him, "Besides, I know how to calm you both down enough to channel your emotions in a less destructive way." It was his turn to chuckle as he kissed her forehead.

"I am almost afraid to ask how you plan to do that." He mumbled to her. Sabrina took that as her opportunity to tease him. Slipping from his grasp, she moved under his arms to press her front into his back and wrap her arms around his middle. Bruce let off the lightest moan, as she stood on the tip toe of her ballerina flats to whisper in his ear.

"Well Bruce, I would distract you both. I'd pull you down to your room with the promise of dirty things. I would pull you close, let you undress me… touch me…" her voice was a breathy moan as Sabrina could feel her thighs ache with the thought of it all. Her boyfriend was tense, a slow groan rumbling from his throat. She could only imagine what his face looked like; eyes closed and lips pursed tightly. Teasing was almost a daily thing, but they hadn't ever gotten to physical. His breathing increased its pace and his hand reached up to take on of her arms. That made Sabrina's heart race with the core aching hope he would give in. Bruce had always been so careful around her when he came to certain things. For the longest time, he wouldn't have even kissed her longer than a few seconds. He was frightened of losing control of 'him' around her. Only after Tony locked them in a tight closet together to prove a point was when Bruce let the fears go. So, anytime they were near each other afterwards Bruce always had a hand on her in some ways. She let a tiny moan rock through his head as she laid her chin on his shoulder. 'It would be such a pleasing experience." She purred.

Her name lightly chocked from his lips as Sabrina smiled. She wasn't prepared for Bruce spinning himself around and trapping her in his tight embrace. He gave a grunt as he dipped his head down and captured her lips with his in a feverish kiss. Sabrina squeaked, her fingers clutching to the back of his shirt as she melted into his kiss. It sent chills over her body from the ends of her toes to the tips of her fingers. He clutched her close, no space even imagined to be left between them as their lips molded together. The kiss only ended when air became a necessity for them. Sabrina was panting, her whole body alive as she looked up at him. There was a ting of green in those warm brown eyes, and his face looked like he would jump her right there on the balcony. 'I think," he whispered with a rough rolling voice. "I might be getting angry." It took her a moment to get what he was saying after recovering from his voice rolling through her. Sabrina looked up at him, her eyes wide as his fingers slowly released their hold on her.

"Oh! Okay Bruce, deep breaths." She said to play along. He nodded, taking her hands as she would lead him inside. The party was getting into full swing, with laughter and music. If anyone saw the two sneaking off, they didn't call out to them. Sabrina couldn't tell if he was serious or doing a damn good job acting as they bustled down to the corridors to Bruce's rather massive room. She felt her heart slamming against her chest, the anticipation coiling in her stomach as his hand firmly held onto her own. The door opened, and Bruce made his move. She had never seen him move that fast before. He had her in his arms, into the room and her back against the closed door before she could blink. Sabrina gasped, tilting her head back to allow the attack on her neck be given more access. 'Bruce!" she half squeaked and half moaned.

He grunted softly, running his hand up her thigh to gauge her reactions. She whimpered, biting her lower lip as she looked down at him. "Rina…" he said, her nickname just rolling off his tongue. Sabrina whimpered as his fingers crawled up her skin and grabbed firm to her silk undergarments. She never felt her thighs quake so much as she stared into his green tinted eyes. With a smooth motion, he had lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She clung to him, as Bruce nuzzled his face against her neck and nipped at her skin. "He didn't appreciate all those guys staring at you up there." She knew who he was. He was the 'other guy'', and that guy was particularly possessive of the blond. Sabrina nodded a moment, feeling his tough tugging down at her silk underthings. Her core was melted, hot and wet against the undergarments that were being taken away. She whimpered his name.

"Bruce, I wore this for both of you." She said. That seemed to please them, because he moaned into her neck. Lifting her away from the wall, Bruce carried her straddling his waist over to his bed. Her shoes fell off during the process, and Sabrina smiled. He all but threw her on the bed, removing her panties at the same time and making her laugh. The cool air hit her folds, making her shiver and press her thighs together. Bruce was above her, looking down at his girlfriend with lust as she was sprawled before them. Slowly, he reached out and took her leg. Reaching upwards, he curled his fingers at the top of her thigh highs and began to tug at the see through stockings. Sabrina could only moan, wiggling as her fingertips kissed her skin. The stocking was removed, and with the same actions that motivated the little noise coming from her. Sabrina actually blushed, that look he continued to give her sending tingles straight between her legs as he crawled over her petite frame. One hand was propping his body up over hers and the other reaching up and pressed on the top of her left breast. Sabrina moaned under his touch, her chest arching to his palm as he kneaded her soft mound through the cloth. Her eyes closed, as the pleasure slipped through her. His hand continued kneading her, while his lips placed attacks on her neck. He nipped at her flesh, tugging with his teeth at various spots before kissing the irritated skin in a soothing fashion. If Sabrina knew that a little bumble bee costume would turn him on like this, she would have worn it a long time ago. His hand moved to the center of her chest, pulling at the yellow strings to loosen the corset and expose her breast to him. The cool air caused goose bumps to litter across her skin as Sabrina inhaled sharply. Bruce came up, looking down at her and giving out a little growl.

"Sabrina." He whispered hoarsely. A chill ran down to her core, giving him the pleasure of making her moan as his lips attacked the top of her breast. She mewled, her fingers clutching to him as her body shivered beneath him His tongue flickered over her nard nipple, his teeth tugging and teasing as she arched and moaned his name over and over. His hand had traveled down, sneaking beneath her skirt and parting her thighs. His fingers crawled up her skin, pulling the gasps and moans from her sweet cherry lips. It wasn't just the lips on her mouth he must have been craving, but the lips between her pale creamy thighs. Her boyfriend dipped his fingers into her dripping heat. Sabrina cried out, pleasure sinking into her as her hips buckled upwards. "Someone is eager." He whispered before going right back to suckling at the opposite breast. She was putty in his hands, her body arched to his touch while her thighs shook. It was pleasure in almost the purest form as his thumb circled around her sensitive nub. Two of his fingers snuck their way into her entrance. That made her body jump, her hips buckle upwards and buried his touch a bit deeper into her. A deep chuckle rolled from his throat as he planted soft kisses against her. 'Do you want me?" he whispered huskily into her ear.

Sabrina could only nod and whimper against him. Words were a foreign concept to her. She wanted all of him, buried inside her and fulfilling her deepest desire. Bruce's fingers never ceased during this interlude, drawing mewls and moans along with the wetness to cover her thighs. "Please!' she begged him, "Please!" it was the pleas of mercy that motivate him further, as he took his hands from her body along with the fluffy skirt. Sabrina had begun to miss him and his touch when she saw what he was doing. Bruce was fumbling a moment with his belt his eyes forever boring into her body that was sprawled in front of him. Sabrina took this moment to forcefully remove the gloves and wings tearing at the string and throwing them God knows where. The antennas were long gone, somewhere between the bed and door. His belt hit the floor, followed quickly by his clothing which formed a heavy heap of cotton. Sabrina never truly had a moment to appreciate his body because he was a top her with their lips locked into a passionate battle. Bruce's hands were rough, grabbing her hips and tugging her down the bed for a better angle for him to enter her. This new dominant side of him, it was spine tingling as Sabrina's eyes rolled into the back of her head. He parted her thighs and wrapped them round his narrow waist. Sabrina opened her eyes, looking up at him. He had paused, their breathing heavy enough to cause her chest to heave.

"Sabrina… this is what you want?" he asked. The light shade of green was gone from his eyes. The influence of the Hulk seemed to vanish a moment as he gazed at her. He wanted her, but wanted her permission for this to go further. He was position to push into her melted core with his thick pulsing length. She could only nod. There wasn't a moment in time where she wanted him more. It wasn't even a want. It was a craving, a need that could only satisfy her when he claimed her as his own. Bruce only seemed to hesitate a moment before one hand steadied himself and the other grasped her hip tightly. He pushed into her, groaning as Sabrina tilted her head back with a silent scream of pleasure. "God Sabrina, you are so tight." Bruce grunted into her neck. Her fingers curled into his hair, keeping him close as his member was buried to the hilt inside her. They stayed like that a moment, adjusting to the coiling pleasure.

"Bruce, oh Bruce." She whimpered, planting soft kisses along his neck. He cradled her, and slowly began to thrust himself in and out. Their bodies rocked together, perfect harmony as his thrusts continued to push waves of pleasure into her. Sabrina moaned, biting her lower lip as her legs clenched firmly around his waist. They took it slow, dancing with one another as soft moans brushed over her lips. She never had someone so gentle with her as Bruce was. His hands continue to caress her waist, lips pressed either against her neck or firmly on her mouth. The pleasure continued to fester and built to the point where going slow was sheer agony. Sabrina moaned, gasping before her teeth attacked to his ear lobe and gave it a teasing tug. Bruce groaned a little at his sensitive spot as she gave a breathy moan in his ear. 'Faster Bruce!"

He was all of happy to comply, lifting himself of her body and kneeling between her legs. He adjusted them both before reaching under a thigh and holding her steady. His thrusts began to quicken, hitting their hips rather hard together. Her breast bounced, her arms clutched so tightly into the sheets that her knuckles turned white. This pleasure only built faster, her inner walls clutching around him as cries and moans of pleasure erupted from her lips. It was so good, and it seemed each gasp of pleasure only motivated Bruce to push deeper and faster into her. The pleasure was coiling tightly into her, as Sabrina's body was so close to its breaking point. Her arms reached over her head, grasping to the headboard for support as her body bounced into each thrust. 'Oh god! I'm so close. Oh please don't stop!" she cried out. If her eyes were not closed, she would have been able to see how close her lover was as well. His jaw locked tight, eyes half closed as he held her tightly. Bruce wasn't just holding onto her tightly, but his sanity as well. She was whimpering against him, gasping as her back arched. Her climax hit with as much force as Hulk to a building. White flashed behind her closed lips, her body arching a mile off the bed as she screamed hi name so loud Asguard might have heard. Her body convulsed beneath him, walls clenching tightly around him as she moaned loudly. "Oh god Bruce! I'm coming!" she cried out, her body quaking as she moaned his name again.

With a few more thrusts, Bruce leaned down to kiss her as his climax poured into her. He groaned loudly, hands tight on her waist as he mumbled her name against her lips. Their bodies buckled against one another as their high somehow managed to drift down. That left them staring into each other's eyes, panting heavily as their bodies fit together like a puzzle. Bruce stared down at her and slowly brushed her hair out of her cheek. There was such devotion in his eyes, and affection, that it made her cheeks glow with her smile. They were satisfied, as his arms wrapped snuggly around her. "You are so beautiful Sabrina." He whispered livingly at her. Sabrina blushed, which wasn't visible from the sexual flush that covered her body. Nuzzling their noses together, Bruce moved them as she was perched against him, with him relaxing on his back. Neither of the bothered to pull a blanket up, as Bruce's hand slowly traced circles on her bare back. They laid there in content silence, their breathing finally calmed to a point where she could hear his heartbeat. "If it helps," he chuckled. Sabrina raised her eyebrow in question as Bruce glanced down at her. "I'm not angry anymore."