A/N: Hope nobody minds some incoming Sprandy 💜 Based on idea by chipmunkfanno1love on Tumblr :)
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When all had been passionately said, and all had been just as passionately done, Bruce leaned back comfortably against the expansive bed, wiping the sweat that had perspired upon his forehead as he caught his breath and reeled down from the pleasurable high.
In a word, that was different. Real different, and that was to say in the least. But different sure as hair didn't mean it was bad. Oh, no, no. Bruce could beg to differ on that, if the ethereal bliss which still filled him with a warm, honeyed glow was anything to go by.
Next to him, his beloved was in very much a similar state. Basking in the aftermath of the intimate experience, Brandy sighed contently, reaching for the Troll to cuddle him close to her body, a hand running through the silky smooth locks of rich purple hair. He leaned into her touch with a hum, a breathless pant still in his voice as he whispered at her.
"Wow, I didn't think we'd ever be able to do that..."
To a degree, the statement was true. When it came down to it, he was a Troll, miniature in size when compared to his very tall newly wedded wife. And there hadn't been a doubt on his mind that their first time together would be an awkward one.
Scratch that... VERY awkward, Bruce recalled, thinking about how he'd had to maneuver and experiment in ways that thought had to be put into. But, what mattered in the end was that he delivered. And, with the satisfaction displayed on Brandy's face, it was obvious that he most certainly had done so quite well.
When she gave a tired little shrug, he smirked and continued. "... but once again, Brandy, honey, you proved me wrong..."
She chuckled at the deeper meaning behind the words. She'd certainly proved him wrong before, when his attempts to woo her early on in their courtship didn't win her over as quickly as he'd believed it was going to. Brandy giggled, caressing his cheek. "I guess so. You proved me wrong too, Bruce..." Suddenly, she felt her fears at the start of that night were silly. Things had come together just fine. Better than fine, and she wished she would've been placated sooner by her husband's reassurances at the start of it. "Oh, baby, I'm glad you did," she cooed sweetly.
"Me too," he chuckled, gazing lovingly into her eyes. He followed up by leaning in, capturing her lips with his own in a kiss that was slow and languid, conveying more love than any verbal declaration could. But even so...
"I love you," Bruce breathed, nuzzling against her, "so much."
Brandy blushed, kissing him again. "I love you too..."
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Grown-Up Stuff
Fanfiction"Grown-up stuff, am I right?" A oneshot collection of fluffy bits and scenarios **Rated M for adult themes/situations**
