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[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce follows her wordlessly, knowing very well where she's leading them and feeling his insides twist in nervous dread and anticipation. His hand tightens its hold on hers, and he wets his lips, clears his throat, swallows when he feels his throat dry up like the desert.

They're doing this. Well— more accurately, she's doing this. Right now Bruce doesn't even have enough presence of mind to do more than just follow along. ]

Natasha— [ He manages finally, once they reach the bedroom, his voice failing him and going into a higher pitch at the last syllable. Jesus Christ Banner, pull yourself together. Alright, clearing his throat and trying again, more eloquently this time. ] Are you sure about this?

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You wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

[ Natasha looks him dead in the eye. She might not be as strong as his other self is, but she is no china doll, and she reminds him of this gently -- he's so careful with people, and it's sweet that he would be this considerate, but she's had enough of waiting, and Natasha's not going to let him slip through her fingers again.

She squeezes his hand before she lets go, and just to prove how sure she is, she sheds her jacket first, before pulling her tank top up over her head, discarding them to the side carelessly. Her fingers unclasp her bra at the front, before she shrugs it off, too, entirely nude from the waist up. She wants this, more than anything else she's ever wanted, dusky nipples peaking in the cool air of the room.

But she doesn't hide, putting herself on display for him as she raises her chin, warm challenge glimmering in her eyes. Despite the hell that's raining down all around them, this is what they share together, this is what's sacred, hidden away from the rest of the world. She'll handle whatever comes next. ] Are you planning to keep me waiting?

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[ There probably should be something embarrassing in the way she undresses for him, but oddly enough, there isn't. There's the building arousal he's familiar with, some strange sense of comfort, and of all things, trust. Bruce still doesn't move, he doesn't say anything for a few good seconds, and it's only when she speaks up and he opens his mouth to answer that he notices his throat has gotten even drier.

He wets his lips thoughtlessly, gaze dropping out of habit more than shyness, but eventually he kicks himself into gear. He still feels almost like a toddler taking his first steps, but he manages to walk up to her without tripping all over his feet, so... he'll call that a win. ]

No, [ He smiles a little —and yes, that does carry a trace of shyness—, his hands sliding up her arms and stopping just shy of her shoulders. ] Not anymore.

[ Slowly, he leans in and presses his lips to hers then, one hand lifting up to her face and cupping her jaw and cheek. Canting his head, he opens his mouth, giving into a rush of impulsiveness and pushing to deepen the kiss. ]

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[ Natasha is many things, a liar and a killer the foremost of them -- but she is also human, a woman who has found herself drawn to the man before her; she can't help the flutter in her chest, because seducing a target is very different from exposing herself to someone she cares deeply for, someone she wants.

With Bruce, the game is different -- chief of all the fact that it's not a game, and he looks at her like she can be something of worth, someone better than she is. She molds against him almost immediately, her breasts pressed against the cloth of his shirt, and she leans into his hand with a soft exhale, because finally; finally she has him here together with her. Natasha knows better than to believe that it would be smooth-sailing, but she doesn't care as long as he doesn't stop kissing her.

Her mouth parts to grant the older man access, her hands coming to unbutton his shirt, to splay her palms over the soft fuzz of his chest, unable to keep the longing from her kiss as she meets him halfway, passionate and wanting. Her other hands slips from him after a moment, however, just to guide his free one over the swell of her ass. You know, just because she can. And because she wants to. She'd spent far too long thinking about what it would be like to be touched by him, to love him, and now that she has the chance, she's not giving it up. ] You can touch, you know. [ She nearly purrs between kisses, her words low and rich. ] Anywhere you want.

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[ He knows very well she won't break easily. He's known her for long enough now, watched her both on and outside battlefields, and he's not so stupid as to think that Natasha is nothing if not incredibly tough. But she's still human and he is what he is, and... he cares. He's always cared. He knows by personal experience how horrible it is to hurt the ones he loves.

And he's scared, naturally. More scared than she is, and likely in a more reasonable amount. Probably. But he also does know that he's not quite ready to pull away now, not when he gets to be this close to her after so long of just watching, looking, longing.

Maybe there's some limit somewhere, he doesn't know. He'll figure it out when he gets there, right now he just wants to give into this. ]

I know, [ He practically sighs against her lips, eyes still closed, his other hand moving down to her waist, then up her side, thumb brushing over a hard nipple before he cups her breast. ] I'm planning on it.

[ His head tilts as he murmurs that, lips trailing along her jaw, kissing and nipping lightly at her neck. His hand on her ass squeezes once, then dips lower, fingers curling between her inner thighs and pressing against her. ]

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[ She gasps, arching into his touch instinctively -- in all her musings she had never knew it could feel this good. Natasha has had her fair share of lovers, but none of them touched her the way he does, gentle but firm, like she's something worth cherishing. Her hands roam the expanse of his chest, his torso, marking him as her own as she explores.

She can feel his rapid heartbeat, and she instinctively understands it; it's nerves, and while Natasha isn't naive enough to believe that doing this with him isn't without its dangers, she has to believe that they can do this together, that they can work this out no matter what it takes.

Her other hand comes to curl at the nape of his neck, cradling him against her own body, watching him briefly play with her breast, feeling her nipples peak with growing arousal, her desire curling low in her stomach. She wants him, she's always wanted him, and her lips find his cheek, his earlobe, playfully tugging on it with her teeth.

She's already damp when his fingers find her tight, warm cunt, and she opens for him a little more, inviting, drawing him in because she wants him to -- how long has he been lonely? How long has it been since he had sought solace in another without fear? ] Mm. [ She grinds down on his fingers. ] Slip your fingers inside me.

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[ Bruce has plenty of reason to be nervous, he thinks, and it's hard to shake it off. It's more than just his condition, it's also the fact that this is Natasha, that they're together here, that he hasn't touched anyone like this in over a decade. It probably wouldn't surprise her to know that, in fact he believes she's figured that out already, or at least has the vague notion that that's a very real possibility.

He lets out a stuttered sigh against her neck when she rolls her hips and presses against his hand, seeks out the touch that's far too ghostly and restrained right now. The fabric of her pants is a little hindering but it doesn't seem to stop him, his arm repositioning just enough that he can curl his hand more properly between her legs from behind, one finger sliding along the hem of her underwear and dipping lightly inside her.

Knowing that the rest of her clothes are just going to be in the way now, his other hand pinches her nipple one last time, then drops to her waistband, getting her trousers open and tugging them down eagerly enough that it almost passes as forceful. His own pants are starting to feel a little too tight but it's nothing he can't put up for a little longer, and his hand pulls out of her to slide between her legs from the front instead, managing a much better angle that allows him to push his fingers deeper into her. ]

God— [ He gasps, nearly moans. She feels wonderful, more so than he can put to words right now, and it's enough to make his head feel lighter than it should right now. ] We should... bed.

[ Or a table, couch, or... anything. Any surface at all that they can use while he keeps touching her, because doing this while standing up is bound to get frustrating really fast. ]

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[ Her pulse flutters, races when he touches her that way -- and oh, how she's waited for this day. She's figured out his inexperience quickly enough, that it's been awhile since he's done this, and it fills her with an odd sense of possessive pleasure, that she would be the first woman he would do this with in awhile.

They have a long road ahead of them, to be sure; but they're taking the first steps forward together, and who really knows where this road will take them? She's careful with him, breath hitching at the way he pinches before she shimmies out of her own pants, kicking it away and huffing softly with pleasure when he slips his fingers into her properly. She's warm and wet, her yearning for him undeniable as she deftly unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, pushing it and his underwear down off his hips.

He's too clothed for her liking now, and she kisses him hard at those words, before slowly guiding him to her bed, making sure that his fingers don't stray from where they belong, snug inside of her. It's a tight fit, and she coaxes him onto the bed with her as her mouth finds the pulse at his throat, kissing and nipping playfully, wanting to make this good for him.

Her fingers find his cock easily, reaching between his legs to palm him, feeling the velvet-warm thickness, his heavy balls. Natasha can't help a tingle in her spine -- see, sex with others never really mattered; but this, this one is new, special, this one is with someone she has come to care very much about. ]

Tell me what you like. [ Or even better, show her. ]

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[ A lot of things are happening all at once, and for Bruce it takes a while to catch on. It's not like this is new for him, but it has been long enough that it might as well be, and though he knows he can trust Natasha and expect her support, there's definitely an urgency to her motions that makes him feel like they're going at a million miles per hour, a dizzying speed.

But he still doesn't stop, he still doesn't want to hit the breaks. With her pants out of the way, he tugs his own down when she unbuckles them, kicking them off to the side and out of the way too. Makes things a little easier like this, and he sighs in relief when his erection's freed from the confines of his trousers.

He's easily guided onto the bed, crawling onto his knees on top of the mattress, waiting for her to do the same, fingers still buried inside her. She feels warm and so tight and blood pulses heavily through his veins at the thought, pooling at his groin, making his cock throb. His mouth hangs open when she reaches down to cup him, a quiet gasp spilled onto the small space between them, his free hand sliding down her arm and guiding her fingers to wrap around his girth. ]

Slowly, [ It's more a request than anything else. He loves this, and god knows how long he's wanted it, but he needs a moment to catch up, a moment to breathe calmly and gather some of his wits. He needs focus and he has to stay in control if he wants this to not end in disaster.

His fingers start moving calmly too, pulling out of her then sliding back in, picking up a slow pace as he relishes in the warm wet feeling of her cunt. ] You feel good, [ He kisses her lips lightly, then trails down her neck and along her collarbone. ] Tell me what you like too.

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I like you. [ She drawls playfully, a glint of mischief in her eyes -- because even when she's tightening around his fingers hungrily, she won't miss a chance to tease. She is aware of what Bruce wants to keep from surfacing; and she's very aware that even the most experienced person probably wouldn't be able to come out of an encounter with the Hulk unscathed.

Especially... well, this.

So she does what she can, appreciating the way he fills out in her palm, stiffening and growing. She lets him guide her, finding an intimate eroticism in having a partner tell you just what they like; and their reactions to having it done right. She's drawn to the look on his face, how he is when he's pleasured this way, and she starts to stroke him delicately, thumb rubbing over the ridges on the underside, appreciating every inch of him.

Natasha doesn't take this quickly -- they're exploring each other's bodies, a carnal, sensuous experience all in itself, and she exhales as she tips her head back to give him access, her free hand easing his thumb towards the bud of her clit, guiding him to rub little circles over it. ]

Here, [ She breathes, her legs coming to wrap around his waist. She trusts him, no matter what it is -- even if it makes her just a touch nervous. He wouldn't hurt her, not even in his other state. And the pleasure his calloused thumb gives her sensitive clit, well, that helps one hell of a lot. It's oddly, wonderfully sexy to be the subject of Bruce's focus, and she nuzzles him softly, sweetly. ] I wondered what it felt like to have you eat me out.

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[ That actually draws a small smile out of him, shier than this situation calls for. Of course she likes him, he knows that, but he does welcome hearing it anyway, even if it has his heart fluttering in his chest like this is the first time he's been told this. Like this is the first time she's told him this, even— though this is a vastly different situation from that time in Sokovia.

His eyes close when she starts stroking him slowly, each gentle slide of her fingers along his cock feeling almost too intense to bear. He doesn't ask her to stop, obviously, his hips shifting in response to the touches, and his thumb flipping up when she guides him, tentatively brushing over her clit in a testing touch, then another, pad pressing lightly against the sensitive knot of nerves as he draws a circle over it with each thrust of his fingers into her.

Lips trail farther down her front, finding one of her breasts, lips brushing over her nipple before he laps over it, then sucks briefly. His free hand cups the flesh, lifting it up just to make it easier for his mouth to keep lavishing the tip with kisses and nibbles, but he does slow to a halt when she speaks again, head tipping up so he can look at her, gaze dark.

Of all the things she could ask, honestly? That's... probably one of the best. He feels his whole body light up with arousal at the mere thought of having his head between her legs, and it's only a moment before he's reacting accordingly. ]

Let's satisfy that curiosity of yours, then. [ He tugs her hand away from his cock for now, then promptly rolls her onto her back, fingers pulling out of her momentarily as his mouth trails farther down her front. A hand teases at one of her breasts while he kisses his way across her stomach, mouthing her hipbone, following the line leading down to her groin, breath ghosting her hairs there. ]