aubergines | ( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[he arches his eyebrows, wondering idly how that would go. that -- might be handy. not that he's planning on freaking out, even with her hand on his leg, even as nervous as he is, but in the right situation ... ]

[he should probably shelve that thought for the time being, however, and so he does, flashing her another smile] I'll keep that in mind. [a beat] And uh, yeah. That helps. [with the whole relaxing thing]

[His smile brightens her own, and Wanda slides her hand down and up his leg in an affectionate sort of way.]

You know, I quite like your smile. Do you suppose there's something I could do to make you do that more?

[She might be flirting a little, but honest to goodness she's trying not to be too intense about it. Light flirting. She can't help herself and she's hoping it won't make him more nervous.]

Could wash your hair for you if you wanted?

[and that alone is enough to get him to smile again, albeit with a measure of embarrassment. he's flattered, even if he gets that she's just flirting with him -- maybe because she is flirting with him. it's been awhile since anyone has and meant it or was even good at faking it. it's been awhile, period]

Well, uh -- [oh. right. question beyond his embarrassment and nerves and her hand on his leg. he clears his throat a little] -- yeah, sure?

[Wanda expects that smile to slip away but it doesn't mean that she's going to let it happen so easily.]

I know it's not as much as I promised yet but I am trying to keep from giving you a heart attack.

[She may be playing off his lack of smile as disappointment that she isn't offering more, even if she knows better. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, she rises up onto her knees as she shifts her position to settle down between his knees. It puts her close to him without being pressed up between his legs or against his body, which hopefully will give him a chance to get used to it. She drops a little of the liquid into her hand, sets the bottle aside, and lathers it up.]

Besides, if you've never had someone wash your hair for you, you're in for a treat.

I appreciate it. [and that earns her another smile, though this one is laced dry not-quite-humor. yeah, a heart attack would be bad and more for her than for him, regardless of her magic]

[but at any rate, he wets his lips with his tongue as she comes to rest between his knees, watching her, trying to decide what he wants to do with this, exactly, and then slowly and for lack of something better to do with his hands, he touches his fingers to her hip, lightly, almost steadyingly. it'd kind kill things if she slipped and fell back into the water or something, too. right. yeah. that's his excuse]

I think the closest I've ever come is letting someone else give me a haircut, so ...

[Wanda doesn't expect him to touch her, honestly, even though she's put herself well within reach. He's seemed a bit too skittish still, even with all of the warm, sudsy water to put him at ease. She smiles at the contact, however, leans into it a little to show it's welcome as she reaches up.]

Well then just tip your head back a bit and feel free to close your eyes if you like.

[Or he can keep them open. She's certain she makes quite the sight. Of course, her focus isn't on that, but on him. She spreads the shampoo into his hair and begins massaging it in, fingertips firm and tracing circles into his scalp with a smile light on her lips.]

[he just -- he doesn't want her to mistake his nerves for disinterest. he is interested, God, he is, even if he's still a little uncertain about the age gap, it's just been awhile. and he's not sure what constitutes too fast, if this is going to be a thing or a one night thing, or -- ]

[and there goes his train of thought, massaged away by her fingers. letting his eyes slide half-closed, he makes a small noise at the back of his throat, one he can't quite help, and leans into her fingers. yeah, okay, she wasn't kidding. that's nice]

[Ah, and there it is. That moment when she can actually see and feel some of the tension ease out of him. With a soft chuckle, she takes her time not only working the shampoo through his his hair but working her fingertips into his scalp. Her hands smooth over the side of his head, and one comes to rest at the top near his forehead as another moves behind his head. She even goes so far as to massage the nape of his neck between thumb and forefinger, slow and easy. All things considered, she'd like to see him melt a bit into it before making a move.

Of course that sound he makes at the back of his throat certainly warms her from the inside out.]

Good?

[his fingers curl against her hip, the tension bleeding out of him more and more with every passing second. to the point where he sinks under the release, to the point where, eventually, his face is almost buried in her chest. not that he seems to notice this or care, if he does]

Yeah. It's -- yeah.

[And there it is. The curl of his fingers, the way he leans in toward her...

It's rather humbling, all things considered. Bruce doesn't strike her as a man who trusts or lets his guard down easily. Leaning closer, she uses her hands to gently guide him closer, to see what he'll do if she draws him in so that they connect, even as her fingers continue to work their magic over his skin. It's careful, careful, even as her breathing begins to grow shallow.]

[oh. well. that's -- yeah, that's her chest his nose, his lips are brushing against, now. he inhales a little sharply, upon realizing that, but forces himself not to recoil. he does, however, tense again, faintly, before taking a moment, frozen there, to force himself to relax]

[this is alright. this was always where they were going with this. she's comfortable with it. she's more than comfortable if her breathing is any indication. they're both consenting adults. and so on and so forth]

[he exhales as he reaches the end of the little list he's composed in his head, breath warm and light on her skin, and forces himself to relax again -- the fact that she still hasn't stopped with playing with his hair helps. once he's managed and tentatively, almost questioningly (is this alright?), he slides the hand at her hip up her side to rest on the side of her breast. a moment after that and he's flicking lightly at her nipple with his tongue]

[Wanda understands how tonight is likely going to go. Slow, steady, and requiring a great deal of patience. Bruce tenses at more intimate touch, and for a moment she wonders if he'll back down, change his mind. It would be alright if he did, she would understand.

But she does want him, does want to see where things will go, and so she doesn't tell him that. She waits, lets him make his own decisions. As he does, as he makes himself relax, Wanda picks up a glass from the nearby counter and moves to fill it with water so she can rinse the shampoo out of Bruce's hair.

She doesn't expect him to make the first real move. Wanda pauses as his hand moves to the side of her breast, as his tongue touches her nipple. Shivering, her own hand tightens slightly in his hair before she drags them down the back of his neck. Yes, it's alright what he does. It's more than alright. The little humming noise at the back of her throat encourages him on.]

[he really wasn't expecting himself to make the first move, either, but with their proximity, with where he ended up, it was either do something or give up and stammer his way out of it. he chose the former, if only because, again, he doesn't want her to get the wrong impression as far as his interest is concerned]

[not that she's wrong about this requiring a fair bit of patience, illustrated by the fact that he backs off just a little, despite the sound and as her fingers drag down the back of his neck, before pushing forward again, pulling her nipple into his mouth properly, now, tongue teasing over it]

[It's perfect. Slow and steady, entirely unhurried. Wanda's breath hitches briefly in her throat, and she dips the cup into the bath beside them with a faint tremor. Wanda drags it up again, and hesitates as she looks down at him.

Her cheeks heat, watching Bruce at her breast, and while she doesn't want to distract him, she needs to at least get the soap from his hair. Wanda rises up slightly, forcing him to tilt his head back to stay with her, and with a hand at his forehead to shield his eyes, she pours the water over his head once, twice, three times to get it clean. After she makes no move to continue bathing, however. What's happening now has her full attention, and she slides her hands onto Bruce's shoulders to work her fingers lightly into the muscle.]

[he opens his eyes, as she moves, starts to pull away, thinking maybe she's changed her mind, that this is all too much, too fast, despite how slow his nerves are making him go. when he realizes what she's doing, however, that she's not trying to escape, and relaxes again, huffing out a breath, a little embarrassed by his over-thinking things, and closes his eyes against water and soap as he reattaches his mouth to her skin]

[this continues, tongue lightly playing at her, until she moves her hand to his shoulders. then he has to pause again, an undignified but approving noise slipping out of him, his other hand coming up, to wrap around her waist, to pull her closer]

[Wanda's hands slide up his neck, up the sides of his face and into his hair as she sinks down somewhat into the bath. He draws her closer, and Wanda's more than happy to accommodate him, aching to be closer to him. With little sounds sliding up her throat, she draws her fingers up and into his hair, hands smoothing over him, his ears. She doesn't want to shift him or stop him, not when what he's doing sends little shivers down her spine...

...and yet what it makes her want is to be closer to him. To connect with him more directly. Sinking lower into the bath, Wanda pulls her breast from his lips, but his hands are still on her, and she wraps her arms around behind his neck without hesitation. She nestles against him, her naked body pressing to his as she brushes her nose against his.]

I don't want to skip this...

[She presses her lips to his then, sweet and sensual, and it feels right to stop and take time to savor this. He worries that she might try to escape, but everything in her responses ought to make it clear that she just wants to sink deeper into this moment with him.]

[he makes a small noise of his own at hers, at her obvious pleasure -- a small, almost confused one follows, as she pulls away and for more than just an effort to get more comfortable. has she changed her mind? he doesn't think so, given how close she stays (though, it'll be pretty awkward if she has, considering he's half-hard already, just based on the noises she's been making and the heat of her skin under his mouth). has she -- ]

[oh. oh, well. he's a little embarrassed now, anyway, if only because yeah, they probably should have started there, but her breast was right there and he didn't want her to get the impression that he wasn't interested or was going to spend the evening playing dead fish or -- well. yeah. anyway. despite the heat in his cheeks, her kisses her back with a sigh, matching her in its cadence, even if there's an edge of something more, something almost hungry, underneath it]

[despite his outward bumbling, awkward professor demeanor, there's no shortage of passion to him. the Hulk should be evidence enough of that]

[He shouldn't be embarrassed. It wasn't as if he'd moved too fast at the start. Truthfully Wanda likes that he did, likes the fact that she didn't have to coax him into touching her, or convince him once more that she wants to be with him like this. But what she wants is to not feel so distant, kneeling above him.

Wanda slants her mouth over his, lips parting as her tongue slips out to tease at his. She sighs as well, body pressing against him. She can feel him growing hard against her hip, and while there's further temptation to reach out and touch him, she decides to wait a moment. Instead she finds his hand and draws it up to cup her breast. It may not feel as good as his mouth but she wants to make it clear that he doesn't need to back off just because she's transitioned them into something else.

Plus there's just the fact that she wants his hands on her, wants him touching her as much as she wants to touch him. With a low moan into his mouth, she presses tightly against him, hands slipping up his sides, over his chest with growing intensity. She wants to know what he wants, what he likes best, but she finds it hard to pull away from him again to put the question to him. Maybe in a minute, maybe after she feels like she's learned the feel of his mouth, the taste of him firsthand.]

[trying to explain what he wants might not go too well for any number of reasons, most of them related to embarrassment. he's not particularly the dirty talk type, for one; he kind of likes it rough, for another, though he's never told anyone that, never been anything but gentle with Betty and won't be anything but with Wanda. just because he has kinks, has things he wants, doesn't mean he'd ever ask for them. he's used to it]

[he is not, however, a mind reader, so that's all a moot point at the moment, anyway. all that matters right now is her, trying to hook his tongue under hers to pull it into his mouth, tracing the pad of his thumb over her breast with a small, pleased sound. he likes the feel of her so far as much as she seems to like him touching her, and -- ]

[and he stiffens abruptly, moaning unabashedly into her mouth as her fingers graze his sides. apparently, that's good for him]

[Wanda's always been quite observant of the body language of others, and it's always a focus for her when she's with another person. Here with Bruce, it's impossible not to notice his response to her, not just what he tries to draw from her but how he responds to her own touches.

Her hands slip from his body until only the tips remain, and she trails the back of her fingernails up his sides once more, exerting just enough pressure to try and drag a shiver from him. Her tongue slips into his mouth as prompted, and its then that she tries to test his responses further. She presses it between his lips with intent, trying to intensify the kiss with her movements as well as the edge of her teeth against his lower lip. He's not the only one who likes it rough and, while they're being careful, it doesn't mean that they have to be too gentle with each other, do they?]

[as long as she doesn't accidentally make him bleed with those teeth of hers, they should be good. he's obviously not thinking about that, right now, however, not in the way he kisses her back, meeting her intensity, matching it, a hungry note to his mouth, now, not in the way he twists a little, trying to get back to her hands, to get her touch back in earnest. he can't quite manage, though, unfortunately, and yes, that gets a shiver out of him as well as a small, undignified noise that might as well be termed a whimper]

[please, god, just -- come back]

( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

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