We Need to Quit Meeting like This
AN: Sorry for the long absence. Hectic holidays! I'll be updating again tomorrow (most likely Romancing Captain Rogers and then this) if I can iron out some pressing college issues. I tried to think of something appropriate for a Christmas/New Year's update, but couldn't quite think of anything I was overly excited about. For lack of things to write concerning this couple, I may throw up the Christmas one-shot idea I had (if I can remember it).
This idea is credited to Miko Hayashi. It involves pregnancy and hormones, so if either one of those is not for you, do not read :D. You have been warned :D. Slight pregnancy smuttiness ensues.
Miko, dear, I just want to hug your face until the end of time. You've been so lovely with your unending ideas. I truly, honestly thank you xD.
I think my smut-maker is broken. I should take a small break from this booklet until the parts are ordered and it's fixed .
This feels like crap to me T_T.
Also, just a side note of curiosity: does anyone know or would anyone care to play Gaara of Naruto in a roleplay? I have one going, but I'd like another. I'm thinking of going back to one of the first fandoms I ever wrote for and would like to start with my favorite character. Details and questions of who I would be playing for the responder can be discussed over PMs :D.
Much appreciated!
What "Love Child" SHOULD Mean
"Bruce…." Cori sang seductively in his ear, fingers slipping beneath his unguarded armpits to branch out and flutter across every inch of his shirted chest. Bruce jumped at her sudden presence, snatching his hand away from the tablet and pen-sized searing device Tony had recently patented. The spell of intense work was broken; sounds of Stark Tower, JARVIS, and his pregnant wife settled around him.
"I-I a-asked you not to sneak up on me like that." stuttered Bruce as he swallowed hard and tried to very carefully untangle himself from his wife. He couldn't just jump and swing around like a wild animal. Or play-wrestle his way out. She was carrying his child! Bruce shuddered as the bump brushed against his back.
Her swollen stomach met his lower abdomen when he finally turned around. Cori seemed to glow - like every pregnancy book and internet site said she would – and batted made up eyes at him. "I had to do something." his young wife insisted, lacing their fingers together, "You've been in here all day!"
She was right. He was hiding because the whole baby situation was nerve-racking. Tony also honestly needed him in the labs. Bruce had hoped long hours in the lab would somehow feed into discreet search on how expecting fathers relaxed. Because, at the moment, he couldn't.
Bruce, like Hulk, was abuzz with surprise. His DNA would be carried in a child! He'd been lucky enough to find a resting place and someone to take his name! "I-I know." Bruce managed to cough out, "But I needed to, uh, unwind. You know how work soothes me."
"I do." his pregnant wife purred, ring glistening under the lab lights as her hands traveled up his chest until they came to a stop atop his shoulders. She gave them a relaxing squeeze. "And you know what soothes me?" Cori cocked her head innocently to the side, snuggling up as best she could to her husband. Bruce's cock jumped up as if it could register the want oozing from her sultry tone.
Cori's hormones were perhaps the worst part of her pregnancy. Her mood – like her tastes – was a revolving door. She'd be incredibly horny, pawing at him and breaking him down until he could no longer stand it, and then turn him away in exhaustion or frustration when he finally caved hours later. Crossing paths with a pregnant woman – no, being married to one, Bruce corrected himself – was almost as dangerous as battling Loki.
"What?" Bruce answered her question, wary of souring her mood.
"You." chirped his wife, nails falling to clink against his belt buckle before they drifted lower to cup and caress his concealed length. Bruce trembled on unsteady legs. He was naturally unbalanced where hormones were concerned. Pairing him with a temporarily unstable WIFE was extremely unwise. Very dangerous for Stark Tower.
Hulk, like him, didn't know what to make of the situation. Cori was horny, but already pregnant. Sex should be avoided for the benefit of the child. And yet…she wanted it. Maybe more than before she was pregnant!
Loving his wife was like a commandment of marriage. Something he'd happily do. But, since her pregnancy, Bruce never knew what that faithful obedience would bring him. Sometimes it was nothing but cuddling, sweet nothings, and coddling the life that fattened her. Other times, well…it ended with boxes of tissues and a lengthy argument on why she was NOT a moo cow and was still attractive.
Bruce resisted to save himself the headache. He didn't feel like playing Russian roulette with his wife's emotions. Not when they were both emotionally taxed by the unborn child. On the one hand, though…she had some amazing techniques. Regular intercourse was good for him, or so Stark and related science said.
It kept him from bottling up his urges and lovingly trapping Cori in the bedroom for a passionate, overdue release. Regular release also made the Hulk more sociable with others. Bruce thought it strengthened their bond, too. Made inner communication easier.
"You need soothing?" Bruce clarified, turning away from the lab table. "What's got you so stressed?"
The team made every effort to keep her calm and cozy. There was hardly anything for her to fret over, Bruce thought. Especially with Tony's money and Hulk's protectiveness.
"That I can't take care of my wonderful, sexy husband because he's always busy!" Cori moaned out in a perfected voice of mock hurt. Bruce sighed, relaxing and rolling his head as the fingers of her right hand scratched through his dark curls.
"You want to take care of me?" Bruce mimicked her purr and innocent tone. Cori grinned, nodding slightly.
"I think I should take care of you." he replied, tapping her nose gently with one finger.
"Is it because I scared you the other night in bed?" queried his wife. Bruce said nothing as his cheeks darkened with blood. That was exactly it, actually. Her desires reached a hot peak that couldn't be sated and threatened to burn her up from the inside. Instead of waking her dear doctor of a husband, Cori took it upon herself to fix her own problem.
Just…using her husband. That was a HELL of a way to wake up, Bruce thought. She'd never once performed oral on him before the pregnancy. Receiving it with a neediness that jarred him from sleep surely stopped his heart. He certainly saw stars and a bright light!
The adamant pump of her fisted hand around his engorged cock was the CPR, he imagined. She kept him alive and breathed life into him as his orgasm painted the back of her throat. The scrape of her teeth across his veined length was like shock therapy. Bruce yelped loud enough to activate JARVIS and lock down measures, but the house returned to normal within minutes. From then on out Bruce learned not to deny his wife, and to go with her wants when they arose.
"No." answered Bruce carefully.
"You liar!" she teased, thankfully in a laughing mood. Bruce blushed. "I AM sorry about that, by the way."
"Don't be." Bruce quickly shook his head. "I quite enjoyed that."
"And I would quite enjoy for you to return the favor." Cori kissed her husband's cheek before mapping a trail across his face with feather kisses.
"Anything for you, Mrs. Banner." doctors were supposed to be readily available, right? Wiggling her toes in delight, purring like some contented kitten, Cori gently pushed his head down. Bruce allowed her to lead, folding his body and compressing himself until his nose pointed at her womanhood. She laced her pale, soft legs around his neck. The scent of her sweet skin could still drive him crazy, Bruce noted as his mouth began to water.
Tony and the others wanted her to move as little as possible. So did the doctor. That meant she hardly needed to set foot outside of Stark Tower. Most of her wardrobe was low-key because of that fact. Bruce gingerly tugged down the sweatpants, inhaling the raw scent of femininity that soaked her green panties.
She truly was sweet – in personality, mentality, and taste. Bruce had nearly, accidentally suffocated himself the first time he sampled her sweet juices. He'd forgotten how long it had been. Hulk never wanted the trickle of sweetness to end. Cori's fingers wound lovingly and impatiently in his curls, guiding his face deeper into her pink folds as his tongue stroked and glided across every inch of her.
Cori was already hopelessly on edge. Pregnancy hormones were a bitch. She felt like a constantly taut string in need of snapping or release. The young woman mewed his name, hands gently rolling his head to achieve the rotating effect she desired. Bruce's tongue was strong, moist, and highly adaptive to her ever-changing needs.
She knew the dexterity of his tongue well. The man had learned to speak many languages over the course of the years. That skill and fluidity aided him well now. Bruce seemed to find the spots of her she didn't know existed; the doctor in him was aware of all the intimate crevices of her womanhood. Her warm body, the scent of her femininity, surrounded him like a fleshy blanket.
Bruce found himself enjoying relations with his wife. Enjoying the fact that she wasn't trying to claw his eyes out. The genius had avoided her for the better, similar to how people hide in the storm cellar to let a tornado pass. He assumed she would be a raging whirlwind of hormones, rage, and disappointment concerning her "whale" figure. She wasn't; on the contrary, Cori was radiant and unfairly ready.
Banner stumbled along, drowning in her heat as he tried to play catch up. His mind was just as frazzled as his body. He felt the pressure of her orgasm build against his mouth. Bruce hummed as she released with a gravelly, low cry of satisfaction.
"That take the edge off?" asked Bruce, adjusting his glasses. She grinned breathlessly, stroking his curls fondly. He was such a good husband.
A good, sexy husband.
"Yes and no." purred Cori innocently, playing with his shirt.
"Yes and no?"
"Yes, that worked. No, it didn't take care of it all. I want more." Cori yanked him up as gently as possible. Bruce blushed. Coriander was rarely assertive and demanding. It was sexy, he thought. And it would give him time to "bury the test tube in her beaker".
"One more round." relented Bruce. Did he want to cap their experience? No. It was for the health of the baby. And he needed to get back to work.
"That's all I'm good for. I need a nap." Cori admitted.
"Should we stop?" Bruce wondered, ever cautious and considerate. It would hurt, and it would suck, but he would do it.
"No!" cried out Cori, horrified. "That will make the baby ugly, Bruce! Refusing a wife's craving makes ugly babies!"
"That's a myth." mumbled her husband. "And I don't think this counts as a craving."
"It's a sexy craving!" defended Cori. "But, hey, if you want to run out at two a.m. for pretzel-stuffed wurst in chocolate, you be my guest!"
"I'll take this—Bruce waved a finger between their bodies—over pretzel-stuffed wurst any day." he assured.
"Then take this, Bruce." growled Cori, maneuvering herself into a primal position that tickled his inner male and the astounded Hulk watching from behind Bruce's eyes. Pregnant women were odd, the green giant decided. Odd, but enjoyable. Cori was an unpredictable ball of emotions, much like himself. Her temporary state made them feel more bonded than ever, or so the giant felt.
Bruce complied, snapping the button of his jeans and freeing the pulsating girth. His wife craved motion that was raw and quick, but Bruce was nervous. Emery was in there, still developing. She clawed at his back, struggling for that anchor and wonderfully painful closeness and friction they used to have before her pregnancy. He fulfilled that want as best he could, mindful of their growing son and the fragility of her pregnant body.
The squeeze of her walls and warmth of her flesh worked like a charm. It turned Bruce's knees to jelly and roused blazing, delicious memories of lust. There had been none of this in six months. Rediscovering her body and naïve sexual charms was almost as good as the first time. He selfishly wanted the bliss to go on for hours as it had their first time, but that couldn't happen now.
Nope. It had to be quick and fulfilling for them both. Bruce could feel her normally taut dancer's body slumping into his hands. Her scorching flesh leaned expectantly into his hands. His pregnant wife was getting tired.
Bruce finished within the next five thrusts. His palms fell heavily into the icy work desk. He couldn't snuggle into his wife's curves as he used to, not with his child in the way. Rooted above her, watching over her, Bruce felt proud and protective. She scratched her fingers through his chest hair, beaming up at him.
Cori felt like a boneless pile of delighted mush. Sated sex cravings carried the same blissful feeling as food cravings. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and cuddle her wonderful husband. His seed and expertise had effectively tamed the near-irrational fire of want in her. Those hormones had receded for a nap of their own; she was ready for a nap, herself.
Her husband carefully carried her to their shared bedroom after fixing their clothes and cleaning up the lab. Bruce tucked her in and kissed her head before whispering a reminder of his lab work if she came looking for him. He doubted that she would; her lashes fluttered down to rest against her cheeks almost instantly. When her hand drifted over her bellybutton, Bruce knew she was lost.
Cori couldn't go to sleep without putting her hand over Emery. It was often the last thing she did before drifting off. Bruce tucked a damp section of wavy hair behind her ear, slipping off. Tony greeted him in the lab, a large smile on his face. "And that, Brucey, is the effect of pregnancy on males. I'm thinking of writing a guide for non-superhero dads." joked Tony, rubbing his goatee.
Though it sounded like a marketing scheme, Bruce could appreciate the thought. Plenty of the in-house books said what pregnancy would be like for the WOMEN, but not the men. A guide for male survival would be fantastic. Especially with his condition. "What would you call it?" Bruce dared to ask.
"What "Love Child" Should Mean." replied Tony.