Chap 2

Honey You're Going Shopping

Flashback/Memory pt2:

"Look if Toney doesn't kill me by lunch and nothing extremely dangerous comes up I'll be their alright?" he negotiated through the open doorway slipping the last of her stash into his back pocket as he shakes the rest of the water from his hair pausing as he caught his reflection in the steamed up mirror while he finger combed it out. He couldn't help but grin with pride at the distinct crescent marks just below his ear and down along the right side of his neck.

"Fine go." Come the reply from his bedroom followed by a muffled and distinctly Russian growl of a curse.

"Tash." He groaned meeting a hard upside down glare as he leaned against the doorway separating the two rooms, it was a look he might have been afraid of once, but now he knew it was one that showed more amusement than actual annoyance as she rolled back onto her stomach with a slight breathy giggle then her face slid back into total control. "Go…but if Hulk lets Anything happen to either one of you I'm killing him and not talking to you for a whole month" She threatened "And not the normal one the extended extra-long kind." She added sounding more like a purring kitten than the skilled assassin he knows her to be.

"Sorry to say Miss Romanova," he sighted not even trying to hide the smirk playing on his lips as he pushed away from the doorway "but your attire doesn't rrrealllly back up your threat." He commented exaggerating the word as he pulled his pants back around his waist, as he turns to look at her. Natasha blinked but smirked back, her eyes shining with that spark of mirth and mischievousness fire Banner swore he would never get used to seeing and making him hope he's not physically drooling like he was in his head at the sight before him.

Her russet hair was still uncombed and all over her face as she starched out oh so invitingly across his bed her waist and legs still tangled in his sheets leaving her top half ungraded to his appreciative gaze. "Feeling bold today are we, Dr. Banner?" She teased, watching him tare his eyes away to ransack his drawers trying to find matching socks. Bruce chucked once but didn't give any other sort of reply.

"Tasha." He groaned as her lips grazed his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind fitting herself against his shoulder blades when he foolishly sat down to retie his shoes. She smirked against his skin biting down but not hard enough to break skin as she lovingly nuzzled his shoulder. "Nat, I have to,-" He tried again pulling himself out of her grasp before he lost what little control he still had when he felt her hands brush the clasp of his jeans.

"Stark wouldn't hurt you and you know it he loves your intellect too much to lose you over something as stupid as 'Over Sleeping'." She reminded him her lips curling around the last two words (as if he needed the insight seeing as they had been far from sleeping both the previous night and well into the morning.} "Besides you work too hard anyway." She continues looking dangerously predatory in his prorifral vision, her movements airy and sensual, trying to get his attention again.

Natasha didn't have to keep the act up long, as soon as she moved, he stopped his search for a clean shirt and turned for her opinion, his eyes raised in question, but quickly changing to a darker black kind of color tone, one that had his bed warmer whimpering and biting her lip hungrily behind him as he slipped it out of the drawer and over his shoulder. "You know I can think of something a hell of a lot closer for you to go down to than the stupid lab…" Natasha insisted her voice just barely above a whisper now.

Bruce gulped finding her closer than he had originally thought, her eyes staring at him, inviting, teasing -aroused. "Wasn't tha-" He tried to get out seeing the shirt he thought he had just pulled over his head fisted in her hand, but his brain shut down mid-question as Natasha reached for him pulling him closer by the belt loops of his pants, that dark thing in her hands falling back to the floor as, her arms encircled his neck, her face so close to his it was taking all of his and even the Hulk's control to not simply dive in and kiss her.

"Seriously Banner, finish what you started or I swear there's goanna be blood and it will not be mine." She breathed threateningly nuzzled the side of his face insistently. Apparently he didn't get to rile her up (as unintentional as it was) just leave her and force her to take care of herself (not that he would when she still had nothing but that paper thin sheet draped around her curved frame and his pants are now down his waist anyway), her eyes pierced his then lowered to his lips, her mouth slightly parting as she waited for him to do something.

The resulting heated wrestling match costing him another hour and a half away from the lab…Not that he would ever dream of complaining because at times like these he REALLY liked it when Natasha was angry…

End of Flashback/Memory pt. 2

"Dammit Banner you drank or something" Tony asked sarcastically as soon as Bruce stumbled passed the double glass doors and into the lab after comically and spectacularly walking face first into them before JARVIS had, had a chance to open the them for him. "Your equilibrium is like you're coming off a week long bender….And no food in my lab you know the rules Banner." He barked

"Shut it Tony you've had worse." Bruce countered wishing he had just stayed in his room and let her continue taking out her frustration on him as he tried to amuse himself by started up his computer for the day without getting distracted by the temptation to star at the fresh marks hidden just under the up turned collar of his lab coat. "While I'm still on your good side there's something I need you to get by lunch." He added gargaldly after he emptied what was left of the package into his mouth then sliding the empty wrapper across the table to the bemused and intrigued gagilllionair not taking his eyes off the equation he was supposed to be solving.

"Honestly Bruce I can't understand why you find these so appealing." Tony complained reaching for his phone examining the bright blue candy wrapper in his hand while he waited for his own partner in crime- or as she prefer his partner in high heels- to pick up. "Honey drop whatever you're doing and grab your purse Banner needs you to going shopping."