Forever

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Bree hooks her top up the middle and pulls her hair over her shoulders, to make her way towards the bedroom door. She hesitates with a bright smile before she hurries out with her hands together behind her back.

"I got a new shirt." She moves quickly towards Pietro standing in front of the TV and he takes a step back with wide eyes.

"Yeah, you did!" He chuckles excitedly and she laughs. "Holy shit, Princezna." He places the remote on the table to hold her hips instead. "This is so pretty." He breathes with furrowed brows as she gently grabs his arms. "You're so pretty." He shakes his head.

"I love how you say 'pretty'." She grins and he smiles. "Your voice makes it so much better."

"Accents turn you on, yes?" He nods with raised brows and a smirk and she laughs with her hand over her mouth.

"Definitely."

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After being half-way berated by Tony and Sam for her choice in fashion and ignoring them to get compliments from the ladies and Peter, Bree sits bored in her spot beside Pietro on the couch.

She stares up at him and his arms and hands for a moment before she scooches closer and folds her legs beside her to elevate herself and lay her arm on the back of the couch and cup his ear.

"I love how you're able to act like you didn't just destroy me last night." She whispers lowly and his eyes search for witnesses while he holds down a smile. "Around all of them, like all is normal. I can still barely feel my legs." She looks down to graze her fingertips up his thigh before he quickly grabs her hand while taking a deep breath, making her smile. "Can we go do it again?" She uses a slightly pouty voice. "Please, fuck me?"

Without a second to waste, Bree simply blinks and he slams her against their living room wall to hold her on his hips. She immediately breathes a bright smile and pulls him into her open lips, making him smile against them.

"I haven't seen you so demanding since your birthday." He teases between kisses as she takes a handful of his hair.

"I'm so glad I don't remember that." She breathes and brings him back in with a deep inhale before he brings her to the couch to bed her over the back.

She gasps at the change of positions and looks over her shoulder to watch him pull her pants and underwear down for her to knock them off her ankles as he pulls himself out of his jeans. He shoves her further down by her shoulder and pushes in deep.

He begins to move right away, swaying his hips into her body the way she loves. She closes her eyes and hangs her head with furrowed brows before he picks her thigh up and lifts it onto the back of the couch, to open her legs more.

Her jaw falls and she grips the cushions as he speeds it up to the maximum. She buries her face in the couch and clenches her fists before her leg drops and she falls to her knees with a vibrating body. She covers her mouth and heat as she whimpers and hums to the feeling until she's able to take a deep breath.

He places his hand on her head as she grips the couch and turns a bit to take a hold of his length. He moves closer while holding his shirt up as she begins pumping to get him closer to finishing.

She continues to shake as she faces him and sits up on her tired legs to twist her hands around him, moving him in and out. It doesn't take long for the constant movement builds the pressure as he stares at her beautiful face that has the word 'lust' written all over it. She inches closer and grabs his thigh to move faster as he falls to his hand on the couch.

Groans from above causes Bree to look up at him she quickly turns back as his load spills on her hand and chest. She slows down as he grips her hair and sighs to relax himself in her grasp. She stops and uses him to help herself stand on her weak legs as he places his hand on the side of her neck.

"I never would've imagined having orgasms every single time I have sex." She breathlessly shakes her head and he chuckles.

"Yeah, how were your other boyfriends." He nods upwards with a smirk.

"Oh, Baby, they sucked." She grimaces, making him laugh as he cups her cheek. "They weren't horrible, but they weren't good."

"You're welcome." He nods with a smirking smile while standing up straight and she chuckles.

He fixes his pants as she pulls hers back on after they've cleaned themselves up and calmed enough to go back to the common floor as if everything is normal, clearly figuring out that they've been pulled right back into that honeymoon phase they've missed so much.