A small shiver ran down the spy’s spine, the hairs on her body practically standing on end. She’d been waiting for this moment, as cliche and overused as it may have sounded, even in her mind. This moment meant a lot of things for them, not just breaking the barrier of physical intimacy – but breaking the barrier period. Both of them had been lonely for a long time, and it had been weighing on the former Russian operative heavily. She had seen something in the doctor, something genuine, something pure; he could not be replicated in any form, and she completely fell in deep with his clueless nature to the human intention. Everything with Bruce was all science, and gamma rays, he never took the time to imagine himself with a real life human being, that was far too impossible, especially after the creation of the Hulk. Natasha knew all these things and she chose to proceed anyway, no cautionary tape, no turning back just in case. She’d seen him in his current state, and she’d seen him transform into a green machine – nothing could change her mind.
Quickly, she moved further towards the tub, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Her hand slid against the porcelain lip, supporting her weight as she shifted, one leg at a time, into the steamy hot water. The liquid nearly sizzled against her fair skin, but she didn’t mind, the momentary burn, turned to soothing relief, as she allowed herself to slide behind the trembling doctor. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ she breathed, reaching a hand forward to coast over his bare back, ‘We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.’ The redhead knew that this wasn’t Bruce’s first time with a woman, but she also knew that he wasn’t well versed in the ways of the fairer sex, either.
unaware of how to act now, bruce scoots forward, giving his best attempt of sharing the space of the tub. his pupils forcing his eyes to admire the beauty before him although he feels as though he’s invading her privacy. SHE’S NAKED IN FRONT OF YOU. FOR YOU. CUT IT OUT, BANNER. there’s that voice again and not one of his green roommate. it’s his conscious. the little echo giving him the go ahead. GIVE IN. but bruce still fights. he still fights the true feelings he knows will blossom. it scares the SHIT out of him, lack thereof a better and more accurate term. he hasn’t been in such closeness with another human let alone a WOMAN in some time, years passing without much thought given to the last experience. he doesn’t want to disappoint her, make her regret whatever she feels for the doctor. nat easing into the porcelain, steadily and cooing the words he always needs to hear, it seems, it has bruce’s blood slowing down in pulse through his veins. it has the other guy’s body language within relaxed. a rare feat for anyone and natasha romanoff is essentially a stranger. but one that the green giant has taken a liking too. a little too fond of the once spy.
the touch, the softest of touches to his olive complexion, it has bruce only jumping a barely visible amount off the bottom of the tub but she’s giving him reassurance again. this is about his comfort as it is about her enjoyment. he wants her to enjoy spending time with him. tub or not. naked or not. however, the doctor as an awkward and different way of letting her know. ‘ i’m okay, nat, ’ the words are his own little tidbit of reassurance that everything is fine. if he didn’t want her anywhere near him, she would have been long gone. the hulk agrees surprisingly; enlarged skull nodding on his side of the tracks within. gently, bruce leans back some, wanting to feel her hands on his back some more but without being verbal. everything takes time for banner. in increments, he will be hers. ‘ i have the soap if you need it, ’
offering up, voice back to its normal state, no longer gruff, through a clearing of his throat. some way to set the mood, banner. through the lukewarm water of the tub, bruce’s eyes pick up sight of her legs now on either side of his situated hips. the smooth flesh of those legs, they have bruce’s thoughts spinning. she truly was gorgeous. never would she know such thoughts from his inner mind, not yet anyhow. daringly, and perhaps even out of his character, bruce decides to test the waters, no pun intended. drenched pads of his fingers, hopefully not pruney due to h20 absorption, skate along the redhead’s inner calves. KILLER LEGS is all the man could focus on. he’s still a man after all. ‘ you have the softest skin, ’ finally, he finds his lost voice.