003: Video

[hulkbusted]

[It's after the night siren and Bruce is looking frazzled, irritated, and... like he forgot that he'd been getting ready to sleep, since he's wearing boxers and glasses and apparently nothing else. As he settles his NV, a pair of mice skitter across the desk he's set it on. There are little movements in the background and Bruce has to stop and hop around, cursing under his breath as something apparently runs over his foot.]

Okay, look, the Darkness thing I'm up on, but is it common for random objects like, say, my pillow to turn into mice?

[ooc: Loki'd]

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[hulkbusted]

[Bruce winces, since Kevin had been so angry about the mice.]

I'll get it worked out. It's unsanitary to say the least, but I think even if Loki turned my pillow back I'd throw it out too.

[symmachy]

[Kevin can deal with one lone mouse in the morning. If he can't... oh well. She drums her fingers on her thighs as she starts towards him again.]

Birds are worse than mice, believe me.

[hulkbusted]

[Maybe if he focuses on how very, very sharp her teeth are... Look at her teeth, Bruce. The teeth, the teeth!

It's not working.

He shifts from foot to foot and tries for deflection.]

It sounds like there's a story with the birds...?

[symmachy]

[She's ten thousand years old, Bruce. She knows when someone is uncomfortable. Body language. Her eyes flick from his feet to his face. She completely freezes where she is, just a few feet away.]

Several. What's the matter?

[hulkbusted]

[Oh crap.]

The last time I had a beautiful, half-dressed woman in my bedroom was... [A very long time ago.]

My self-control is a lot better than it used to be, but I haven't road-tested it, and Kevin's just downstairs, and I don't know if you've noticed, but you seem to be wearing... Not much.

[symmachy]

[If she hadn't promised to be quiet, she would have burst out laughing. But she keeps her chuckle quiet, even as a slight blush spreads over her freckled skin, from her head right down to her toes.]

Well, you could have just said so. I will leave if that would--make it easier for you. [Don't say masturbating, don't say masturbating.]

[hulkbusted]

[ohgodpleasedontsaymasturbating]

I think we can take it as given that I didn't ask you to leave because I don't want you to leave, but it might be a good idea. At least until you meet the Other Guy.

[symmachy]

[don'ttemptherbruce

She walks backwards towards the bedroom door and crouches to gather up her clothes.]

For fear of making it worse, I'll just borrow this shirt and return it to you another day.

[hulkbusted]

[He is forty-two years old, he's spent years learning to control his body, his reactions; he's too old to blush. He's... yeah, a little red in the face, especially his ears.]

Keep it as long as you need. [Because he won't be carrying that mental image with him for the rest of the night, nope.]

We're still on for Friday?

[symmachy]

[Gently opening the door. Still facing him.]

I promise not to kill anything while wearing it. [Maybe just beat them up. And she never said she wouldn't take it off to kill things.]

And we are. If you need me to pick anything up, let me know.

[hulkbusted]

[Sometimes it's easy to forget he's actually brilliant, but the lingering at the door seems familiar and kick starts a few neurons to spur him to close the distance between them.]

I'm not going to pick my shirt over your safety out there. I'd offer you my bed while I take the couch, but you don't... [Bruce, you are no good at this. At all. Betty must have done all the work.] Yeah, this is weird. Is it okay if I kiss you?

[symmachy]

[She could pretend to sleep, but she might start to feel bad with him out on the couch. And even though she tries to keep her face impassive, the corners of her mouth twitch upwards in a smile.]

I haven't been asked that in a long time. [She pauses, building suspense or something.] But you may. Just be... mindful of my teeth. [It was a legitimate concern, alright.]

[hulkbusted]

[And he's legitimately concerned, but not so concerned that he doesn't lean in and lightly press his lips to hers for a kiss that is far more affectionate than passionate.]

[symmachy]

[And she can tell, and doesn't mind one bit. Passion was something she had reserved for battle for the past few thousand years, and she planned to do so for the foreseeable future. But that doesn't stop her from being an awful person and flicking her tongue just so gently against his lips before pulling back.]

Good night, Bruce.

[And she's out the door in a blink.]

[hulkbusted]

[Bruce is taken aback in that blink, tongue tip coming out to trace his lower lip before he shakes himself into motion to go and lock the front door.]

Good night. [Said aloud to no one before he retreats to his room. What he needs is a cold shower, but that's not going to be happening until dawn. Damn.]