❤️ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 ❤️

I Adore You

Ladies and gents, get ready for this one. Some fluff with a hint of mentioned smut but I will not be posting any smut content in this book. Sorry you weirdos ❤️

"Hey, Bruce. Hey." A weak voice spoke softly to the sleeping man. Bruce ended up falling asleep next to Natasha with his head laid on her lap. Natasha didn't mind though as she was greeted by this adorable sight as she woke up. She runs a few gentle fingers though his hair, "sleepily thing. I'm hungry."

Bruce smiles a little as he slowly woke up. He sat up and looked at her, "oh, sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Natasha shrugs, "it's fine. You kept me warm." She studies him with her loving eyes.

Bruce looks at her for a moment, just soaking in the sight for a few seconds before moving a hand for her cheek. He gently caressed her cheek as he rubbed his thumb against her soft skin. Natasha looks at him, almost melting into his tender touch. Bruce gently moved closer to her, moving so he can brush his lips against hers. Natasha smiles as she grabs onto his shirt, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss which she was really craving. Bruce moves his other hand to gently rub her bruised side as the two share a loving kiss. Bruce couldn't be happier. He felt at ease, as if the world had paused for him enjoy moment, so he can just enjoy her love. Natasha pulled on him more, pulling him on top of her as she continued to kiss him. Her heart craved pure cuddles and kisses, but her body craved something totally different than he was wanting.

Bruce was taken by shock at this, but deep down he didn't mind at all. Infact his kisses encouraged her to keep going. But Bruce knew at some point that this moment would have to end, he can't allow it to go to far. It was for her safety. Natasha wasn't really intending on letting him back out however. Natasha gently pulled away to catch her breath, "Bruce." She looks at him with pleading eyes, "I adore you." She tells him.

Natasha moves to pull him into another kiss but he stops her, "Natasha... you know I can only go so far. Please don't try to go any further than this. You know I can't do anything like that with you."

Natasha looks at him and sighs, "Bruce... I know... it's just, haven't you ever wanted to try at least once?" She looks at him with her pleading eyes.

Bruce lets out another sigh, "Natasha, I know I can't. I just can't. I don't want you to get hurt. Please don't do this." He begs.

Natasha grumbles and just pushes him away, "I understand." She mutters with annoyance.

"Natasha, please don't be upset at me." Bruce looks at her as he sat back in his seat, "I love you, and I want show you how much I love you in a different way."

Natasha just stayed silent, "I know, I know." She lays back in her bed, she knew she couldn't be selfish, she knew what consequences could aware then if they continued what they were doing. She always just hoped for at least once chance to have that special moment with him. Natasha continues to hold her silence as awkwardness filled the room.

Bruce decided to change the subject, "we figured out how this all happened. Well, we got closer to finding out. We're missing a few pieces. Strange is working on then still."

Natasha just nods then looks over at the bottle of wine, "I need a drink." She reaches for it. Bruce grabs it for her.

"Would you like a glass?" He offers. Natasha just shakes her head as she takes the bottle from him. She just drinks straight from the bottle without a care. "Or you could do that." He chuckles as he watches her.

"Do you want some? It's pretty good." She offers him a sip. Bruce looked at the bottle then at her, he debated a little. A little sip would never hurt, right?

"Sure." He takes the bottle from her and takes the smallest sip. "Woah that's strong." Bruce goes to give it back to her.

Natasha grins, "you're too sober, take another sip." She gently pushes the bottle back to him. "Come on, you'll be fine."

"I don't know..." Bruce looks at the bottle, "I don't do well with alcohol." He explains. Natasha ends up giving him some puppy eyes, Bruce laughed a little and just shook his head, "one more sip." He went to take another.

Natasha went to take another sip as well once he was done with his. This time she took a bigger drink from the bottle, letting the alcohol do its thing. She did have a good tolerance however, so it may take her a while to feel the affects. Bruce meanwhile, due to how sober he was, was already starting to feel a little bit of a buzz. His body already craved more, it fell for the alcohol's trap. He gently took the bottle from her and took another drink. "This is pretty good." He tells her.

Natasha nods, "it's just what I needed, all of this is making my head spin. A nice drink is always good to have."

Bruce takes another small sip then hands it to her. "You're right honestly. I think it feels good. I guess a little drink isn't too bad."

Natasha kisses his cheek as she took the bottle. "I told you, I never lie." Bruce just looked at her, that was clearly a lie, "to you." Natasha laughs again as she took another drink. Bruce took the bottle from her when she was done and took a bigger drink this time.

"So, enough with all this other bull shit." He looks at her, "what should we be?" He studies Natasha.

Natasha shrugs, "whoever you want us to be. I don't mind."

"Oh I think you do." He took another drink then handed the bottle back to her. "I know what you want."

Natasha smirked at him as she places the bottle between her lips. She took a drink. "Oh really? You think you know all of that?"

Bruce nods, "I sure do." He moves his chair closer to her.

"Oh really? And are you already that tipsy?" Natasha smirks at Bruce again, "man you really need work on that tolerance."

"I haven't drank for years." He shrugs and went for yet another drink. Natasha liked this side of Bruce, that's for sure.

"Sounds terrible." She moves a hand to take his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So terrible."

Bruce offered her the final sip of wine. Natasha gladly took it and finished it off before setting it on the bedside table. Bruce watches her, a little drunk now, but some how the Hulk didn't even try to break free from his shell. Bruce was amazed, but he didn't want to push it anymore. "That's it." He tells Natasha, "just that one bottle. Now, we do need to talk."

Natasha shakes her head, "I don't want to talk." She tells him. Bruce looks at her, he didn't mean to make her mad.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset with me." Bruce frowns.

Natasha just smirks, "who said I'm mad? Sometimes I just prefer other ways of communication."

Bruce raises, "and what exactly are those?" He questions innocently, hoping it wasn't anything too extreme.

Natasha just grabs onto his shirt, "I know what you want Bruce." She pulls him closer. "You can't deny that."

Bruce looks at her, allowing her to pull him closer. They were nearly inches apart now. "What is it?" He gulped. Natasha doesn't respond, instead she just kisses the man for all he was worth. Bruce didn't reject her, no, instead he encouraged her on by kissing her back just as tenderly. He moves his hands to her waist, holding her close, never wanting to let her go, "I adore you." He mumbles between kisses.

Te he he,
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