Bannette
Contact
Contact: the state or condition of physical touching.
It wasn't Bruce's department. He didn't have the talent for absent minded touch, even before the Hulk took over his life. He was overly aware of his body and what he was connecting with, person or object, it didn't matter. It was in his nature and he was constantly alert of his surroundings. He had to be, especially with the other guy waiting in the wings.
"What's up, doc?"
He knew she was smiling before he saw her. He could hear it in her voice. The Ricochet stepped into the kitchen where he was working on his laptop at the island. His own smile appeared, more so after she ran her fingers through his hair as her type of greeting, using her temporary height to her advantage. How he loved the sensation of her fingers pushing through his wavy hair. Brown eyes followed her figure as she filled a cup with water from the sink, even though the Stark tower had a fridge that could produce finer water, the girl wasn't bothered either way. She tilted her head back as she downed the liquid in one take and he noticed the slight movement of her throat as she swallowed, his pulse daring to pick up ever so slightly. As she made to clean her glass, he was quick to look forward at the computer screen so to avoid being caught staring.
"Pretty serious stuff then, huh?" His breath caught in surprise as she wrapped her arms around from behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked at his work. Her soft hair brushed his cheek with their new proximity.
"Ah, um, yes. Of course. All science is important," he managed to answer as smoothly as possible.
It was Bridgette who was good with physical contact. Now, he wasn't exactly sure how she was so good at it, due to her background and trauma, yet she was always the one instigating their moments of touch. Which he completely appreciated. If it was left up to him, honestly, he wasn't sure if they would ever touch. Being so hyperly aware of himself and the other guy, it was truly restraining, coupled with his reserved nature it made him practically freeze up at the thought. He could feel her give a soft breath.
"All right, I'm going to bed." She gave his cheek a quick kiss before making her way across the room. Stopping at the doorway, she turned to look back at him, her hands slipping into the pockets of her too loose sweatpants.
"Want me to wait up for you?" she asked, without any sexual inflection. Simply a question. She hated to sleep by herself and he knew it, although he never said it outright. She didn't say anything and he didn't push her. It was a quiet understanding.
"I-I'm not sure. I really need to finish this," he heard himself say automatically. He saw the slight change in her expression, nothing too obvious but it was enough for him to see. Her smile remained but it didn't entirely reach her eyes.
"G'night, Bruce," she said with a small wave as she rounded the corner and vanished from sight.
Letting loose a sigh, he turned back to his work, his fingers resting on the keyboard but not typing anything. He stared at the screen but the formulas and equations simply stared back, his mind elsewhere. What if...what if he took the initiative? He could do it, right? There was the looming threat of the Hulk making an appearance but he had yet to break free during their moments of contacts and he felt as if he was gaining a better control over the other guy. Saving his work, he closed the computer and took a deep breath. Picking up the device, he held it firmly to his chest and proceeded to leave the room, following her footsteps.
The room was dark when he entered, the only visible light coming from Bridgette's new Stark Industries cell phone she was playing on. She looked over at him and he kept his silence as he hooked the laptop back up to the charger and gathered his own nightwear, disappearing into the bathroom, not seeing her little smirk as she turned her attention back to her phone. It only took a moment for him to change as he usually only wore sweatpants, leaving his top half bare. Splashing his face with cold water, he took one last deep breath before stepping back into the bedroom.
More than a little concerned, he took his usual side on the bed as she set her phone on the nightstand. The moment she rolled over so to face him, he sprung into action. His hand reached out to cradle her cheek as his mouth found hers in the dark. The absence of light was a reassuring factor. She made a small noise of surprise but made no move to pull away, pushing back in return. The distance between them was closed with ease, his body arching toward her as they continued to kiss. God, he loved kissing her. The softness of her mouth against his, the slight favor she paid his lower lip. Her hand slipped around to the back of his neck, fingers twisting in his hair. He continued to keep the dominance in his field as he directed her so that she was flat on her back with him leaning over her.
So far so good, no force from the Hulk.
Her other hand trailed down his chest and wrapped around to splay across his back, bringing him closer. He could feel her chest grazing his own with her breaths, her back curving so to meet him in some way. Inspired, he wrapped both arms around her tightly, their combined weight pushing against the mattress as they remained connected, hardly daring to part for breath. When he felt light headed, he had to take a minor breather, separating his mouth from hers with the slightest distance. Looking down at her, even in the dark he could see the excited glint to her blue eyes. They were both breathing heavily when Bridgette caught him off guard, both of her hands slipping behind his neck and pulling him to her so to kiss him again, bodies firmly connected.
There was a fault in the moment as the girl gave a quiet giggle, pulling back to the doctor's confusion. To answer his unasked question, she simply made an adjustment to their setting, tugging the comforter back to the foot of the bed so that it wouldn't act as an infuriating barrier. With the new movement in her favor, she changed her position so that she was sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his waist as she faced him. He shifted at the new pressure his lower region was experience, color daring to flood his face. She gave a grin the dark as their mouths melded once more, Bridgette flaunting her new position of height. She forced him to look up to her, hands grazing the sides of his face. He wasn't certain what to do with his hands, leaving them by her knees. As if reading his mind, he could feel her smirk against him as she moved his hands further up her thighs, planting them firmly on her backside as she moved against him.
Some of his courage returning, he moved his hands higher and grabbed the hem of her tank top, giving a tug. Breaking the kiss in surprise, she leaned back on his lap (purposefully) and lifted her arms up, waiting for him. Swallowing thickly, Bruce gingerly pulled the shirt off over her head, and she tossed it off to the side. Though it was dark, his eyes had adjusted and he was very aware of the figure before him. His hands fell to her waist, ghosting at her sides, not sure if he could quite touch her. His pulse was pounding noisily under his skin as his arousal became more prominent. Judging by her shifting, Bridgette had noticed as well.
"How're you doing, Bruce?" she asked softly out of concern, her hand reaching out and resting against his heart. She was very good about not pushing him past the sensitive barriers, just in case the Hulk was released. Taking a deep breath, he used his own strength and flipped their positions so that she was beneath him once more. By her yelp, it was clear that he had the upper hand.
"Still good," he muttered. His heart was pounding a bit hard but he wanted to continue on, to push himself. His lips claimed her once more, his hands grateful for the sensation of her skin against his palms. It was soft and taunt all at once, hiding her natural strength. Hands venturing higher, they dared to gently cup a plush breast, separated by the dark material of her bra. Her breathing quietly hitched, fingers tugging on his hair ever so slightly. She directed his hand to her back, where the clasps to the garment hooked. Chest heaving with uneasiness, he shakily unfastened it and proceeded to toss it aside as well. His hands made their way up her sides, heart rate increasing at a faster speed now.
"Still okay?" she asked, noticing his hesitation. He took a second to try and catch his breath, on all fours above the girl he loved. He could hold on, he could still make it. Sweat was beading at his temples but he couldn't tell if that was from their activities or his body trying to hold back the other guy.
"Bruce?"
He quieted her concern with his mouth over her own, lips starting to swell from their ministrations but he didn't care. If he could, he'd kiss her forever. His body was pulled to hers with her own strength so that he could feel her start to rock against him. She started to dominate the kissing field and he couldn't contain the groan that sounded, her free hand drifting to his waist. The blood had left his brain steadily throughout the evening and was now depleted as his body focused their attention to his throbbing member that was tenting against the sweatpants. Her waist was continually rubbing against his own and the groaning slowly shifted to growling, his grip tightening.
A new wave of energy washed over him and he gripped her loose pants with one hand and yanked them right off of her, sending them to the floor, quickly followed by his own. He leaned into her fully, their bodies receptive to each other. The friction was delicious as he started to take the power back, their figures pressed tightly together. Her breathing had shortened as well, short gasps that made her chest heave against his own. Growling continuing, he took it upon himself to start kissing the available fair skin. Kisses made their way down her neck, his body starting to rage with need as she gave a soft sound of approval as he came across a sweet spot. His hand held onto her hip tightly as he kept her close to him, still moving against her receptive body. He wasn't aware of the muscles under his skin that dared to expand, his growl deepening as his skin started to burn green.
"Bruce..." she called. He shook his head, not quite hearing. He needed to last longer. He had to be capable of loving her like a man should. He could at least do that, couldn't he?
Bridgette moved despite his impressive grip, sitting up so that they could be on the same level. She pushed her fingers through his hair and that seemed to earn his attention, allowing her cradle his face in her hands. Thumb brushing over his jawline, she gave a reassuring smile.
"It's okay. We can stop," she reminded him gently. "I understand, you kow."
"But...I..." he tried, but no words came to mind. How was someone supposed to apologize for being unable to perform entirely due to the high chance of Hulking out? That he wanted to try so badly, even with the other guy starting to seep through?
"It's okay," she told him again, leaning in to deliver a soft kiss. "Besides, practicing is the most fun."
The noise of his pulse softened and the momentarily bulk in muscle faded back to his regular stature. Suddenly, he was exhausted, the spurt of extra energy leaving him. Somehow sensing the increasing exhaustion, Bridgette carefully directed him so that he was lying properly on the bed. Tugging the blankets back up to them, she took her place by his side and wrapped her arms around him. The contact was comforting, as it always was from her. His arms circled around her as well and brought her as close as he could, her head tucked neatly under his chin. They fit together just right.
"I love you, Bruce..." she whispered softly. "No matter what..."
Looking down at her, he tilted her face up toward him in order to steal one more searing kiss. "And I love you..." he whispered against her lips, the best place to say the words.
REVIEW! There we go, a little steamy scene from the two! Their bedroom life is still a work in progress due to the potential Hulk outs and what not. Minor danger to the tower and Tony would never let Bruce forget it either if that happened.
As always, if you want to see anything specifically, let me know!
Hope you enjoyed!