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they whispered into bruce’s hair. because they knew. they knew how their life should’ve played out ... and it wasn’t easy for anyone involved. 

“THIS  FEELS  LIKE  A  TRAP.  COFFEE  AND  IN  BED.“  not  that  he  is  going  to  complain  really,  his  hand  reaches  to  the  side,  night  table.  fingers  grasp  on  the  edge  of  his  glasses  before  putting  them  on.  “can’t  really  move  that  much  though.  somehow,  last  night  activities  left  me  sore.“  and  a  smile  creeps  upon  his  lips,  cheeky  as  he  is,  he  pushes  himself  further  into  the  bed.  he  focus  on  the  scent  of  the  morning  (  there  is  some  dust  in  the  air,  and  the  scent  of  sizzled  rain.  it  rained  last  night,  will  rain  again  today  ).  “you  are  a  god  send,  bruce.“

THE  SMELLS  HITS  HIM  FIRST.  it’s  warm  and  familiar  and  brings  her  attention  to  the  cup  being  placed  in  front  of  her,  enough  to  break  her  contact  toward  the  blue  screen  of  the  computer.  And  then,  bruce’s  voice,  calm  and  familiar,  bringing  her  back  to  reality,  allowing  a  knowing  smile  upon  her  lips.  “hot  cocoa  certainly  helps.  thanks,  bruce.”  a  pause,  as  she  pushes  the  chair  beside  her  to  the  side,  for  him  to  take,  an  invitation.  “did  you  made  enough  cocoa  for  two  or  we  share  this  one?”

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“Well you have alcohol? Because right now I am in desperate need of that, or are you not the alcohol type of guy.” Gemma needed to escape and not to feel anything that resembled an emotion. 

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ELROND STAYS through Bruce’s surprise at his touch. It was expected, not rejected. Midnight tresses dangle over the man’s shoulders as elf leaned it to whisper, ❝ Have to. ❞ Finality in soft voice, hands press firm but gentle into strong shoulders, a master at any craft known to Mankind. ❝ Perhaps,  I can even make you fall asleep  ...  and do whatever I wanted with you. ❞ A threat? A tease? Both? Elrond gives pause for Bruce to truly consider his words, continuing in soothing circular motions.

"Buuut, I happen to be perfectly available for cuddling and making fun of bad sci-fi movies. Really, you caught me right on schedule, how about that?. Picking them apart, counting every time they break physics? It would be a lot of fun, especially with my favorite uncle. My science uncle, if you will? What do you say, care to take a break from your stuffy old lab? The couch is verrry comfy." She drives a hard bargain.