Stray Cat Strut

    [ Lays down on it. ] 

                    Bruce jumped slightly when he felt her fingers on his behind,                     and removed her hand.

                    ”I’ll make you curry and I’ll talk to you but I can’t do the other                     part. ‘Rough in bed’ is an understatement, and I”m not about                     to risk your life.” He sighed. It was the bane of his existence,                     his triggering heart-rate, but he couldn’t do anything about it,                     so if people wanted to keep the green monster away, they’d                     have to be sensitive to Bruce’s anger, or excitement, or fear.

                    I think I’d almost rather be doing something illegal.

    Well, of course she pouted. She was getting mostly her way. Just not all of it. She could argue. She could mention her history of dangerous and unwise decisions. But rather than stress him out, she gave up her pout and hummed. 

    " You're making dessert too. A woman has needs." It wasn't diamonds, but she was still going to be pampered somewhat. And hopefully get to watch Bruce putter about the kitchen in an adorable apron. 

                    ”I know. I’m very, very lucky.” He slid an arm around                     her waist and led her from the lab. There was no use                     in locking the door, because she could always find                     a way to open it, so he just closed it and walked off                     with Selina in tow.

                    He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as they                     walked.

                    ”You have a talent for coming to see me at exactly                     the wrong time, do you know that?” He smield as                     he said it, though. Bruce was not an easily irritable                     person when it came down to people that he actually                     enjoyed spending time around.

    She was immediately pleased when he touched her. If that wasn't a sign of victory, she didn't know what was. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth to get the man to put his hands on her like he did his precious lab equipment.

    And then she got a kiss too? Oh yes. Victory was sweet.

    " I do not. You happen to be too busy. I come in at exactly the right time so you'll stop. I'm looking out for you. All work and no play makes Bruce a dull boy," she purred as one of her hands slipped behind them to give his adorable butt a pinch. 

      She didn't know what she had. It looked like clear liquid. She thought it was water honestly. It moved like water, odorless and what not like water. What difference did it make if she broke it? Everything in this damn lab was important to Bruce though. This was super important apparently, since she wasn't having to fight him to get her way.

    " Hmm. . . " That was a tempting offer. Kisses and pretty things from Bruce? How often did he ever do that? And she'd get the rest of the day too? Now she was a little concerned. Maybe this shit was dangerous. She'd better put the beaker down and back away from it. 

      “Okay. I take it you’re crashing here for the night then?” he laughs, coming to linger near the bedside. “If you’re not particularly keen on staying in that suit, you can have one of my t-shirts…I can go whip up something for you to eat, or nab you a drink while you change, if you’re interested?” He puts emphasis on the word ‘have’, because he knows damn well he won’t be seeing it again if she accepts.

    Yes, she was absolutely pouting. She was adorable when she pouted. And if she did it right, it got her out of a lecture over her bad behavior. She still wasn't talking about just what she had gotten into that night, however. He would make her give it back and that just defeated the purpose of stealing it in the first place. 

    Besides, he'd been in bed. He didn't want to have to get up and go out into the cold just because his conscious told him too. She was totally looking out for him. Smiling like she had several canaries, though, she unzipped her suit first, then got up to go fetch one of his shirts. There was no point in waiting until she got to the closet to strip down. If James looked, then, mmm, so much the better.

    " Is a sandwich and glass of milk too much to ask? I'll eat the crusts and everything."