Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (i_riddle) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-10-31 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, enigma, zz:status complete |
Romanticon (Effie/Bruce Log)
(Note: Takes place directly after the Halloween Gala and slight adult content warning)
Effie bit her lip as she lit the last candle in the bedroom, blowing out the match and setting it aside before nervously sliding her hands down her long night gown. She blushed as she played with her long red curls, nervous hands smoothing down the strands. Soft, classical music was laying, fresh, clean sheets on the bed, warmed by a heater. She had taken care in showering and dressing, wanting everything to be...perfect. Yes, this might not truly be her first time, and she had vague, drunken memories of the actual one...but this was close enough that she was scared, more Effie then Enigma.
She just hoped she was okay...
Taking a breath, she pressed the intercom down to Bruce’s lab, her bare feet rubbing over each other in their anxiety.
--
Bruce was settled firmly on the stool that perched in front of the main workstation in his lab. He had been enveloped in a project lately, something that might help advance a few of his other experiments.
His mind hadn't left Honour's face, the expression she had when she confronted Edward and then asked Bruce to help her save the city. The City was ill, and she wanted him to save it. Well, him and Tony because there was no way Tony would let Bruce have all of the fun without him. But what was a best friend for?
He was more than aware that he had been neglecting his duties as a husband as of late, but it was hard to fill that role when your wife didn't seem to have interest. It was frustrating. Bruce didnt want her to feel pressured, like she was bound to anything, but they were married and maybe her former self had spoiled him a little when it came to affection. He couldn't hold that for or against her, either.
Slowly Bruce turned over a test-tube of glass he had made, the shuttle glass from Serenity that Wash had given him. It was still warm from being crafted, but Bruce was anxious to test it's durability against his toxic blood cells to see how it held up.
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Effie took another deep, steadying breath (and drained most of her champagne before refilling the glass and hoping no one saw that), pressing the intercom button, listening to it beep, waiting for Bruce to answer. As she did, she drew her knees up to her chest, waiting to hear her husband’s warm voice in her ear, a fond smile on her face as she thought of him.
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Snapping out of his thoughts at the sound of the beep of the intercom, Bruce set the test tube aside and pressed the button for the intercom on his end, "Do you need something, Effie?" It wasn't said with conviction, just curiosity. It was strange that she wasn't with her father but he wasn't complaining.
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“I...was hoping you could come upstairs? I have something to show you...it’s important,” she stated, hoping he couldn’t hear the nerves and anxiety in her voice. “If you’re not busy of course.”
And she really hoped he wasn’t busy. That would suck after all the preparations she went through.
--
He was never too busy for her, especially when she was actually taking interest in him.
Unable to keep the grin from his face, Bruce nodded as if she could see him, "Of course! I'll be right up." With that Bruce stood, slid out of his lab coat and headed up the stairs to his room.
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Effie clicked off the intercom and went back to fretting, nervously chewing on her nails and sipping her champagne as she waited. She had the bottle chilling next to her on a table (and another in reserve in case she went through this one before he arrived), as well as a basket of strawberries and melted chocolate...things that were supposed to be sensual and romantic, but no things that she had ever, in her memory used.
That...wasn’t the sort of girl she had been.
She glance at the strawberries, then at the door, before fingers darted out, stealing one of the plump red fruits, happily eating it before Bruce came up, moaning softly at the taste.
They were good strawberries.
--
Bruce ascended the stairs and pushed through the door that opened to their floor finding the surroundings to be quite different than usual.
The dimness lit by the candles created a sensual atmosphere and when his eyes beheld his wife...well, he was glad she had pulled him away from his work.
He approached her slowly, pausing before her. He touched her arms with his fingers, sliding his palms up her arms to her shoulders to rest, "What's the occasion?" He felt that was a fair question considering she had never really seemed interested in this before save for that one time in the shower after she had first brought Edward to the Tower after the fight.
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Effie jumped as he entered, hurrying to throw the top of the strawberry away and look sexy...which she had no real idea how to do anymore, blushing as he entered (and thus ruining the image), a soft smile on her lips as he touched her. “The night we first met, in the park...I thought that you would be the type of man to change my life,” she said. She hadn’t told him her memories had come back, too busy with her father and other things.
Now...she wanted him to know...and to hopefully accept all of her.
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He listened to her words, tilting his head at her for a moment. She remembered? He wondered if she could remember everything or if only select things had come back.
"Is it weird that I actually had that same idea about you? That somehow you were going to make a big impact on my life. And you have. For the better," he said softly.
He would accept her, all of her, with no qualms. He had anyway, even from the beginning.
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“I’m glad it’s for the better,” she said softly before gently tugging him down to sit on the bed next to her. “There are still some gaps,” she added, answering his unasked question. “I can’t remember our wedding fully..or something with Damon, but for the most part..” she shrugged. “It’s all there.”
She sipped her champagne, taking a breath. “I’m not..her, anymore,” she said, looking at the bubbles in her glass over him. “I’m not Enigma I can’t be her again. But I hope...I hope that you’re alright with just being with Effie.” She finally looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “I love you, Bruce. I know that I didn’t show it before...I wasn’t a very nice person then, but I do love you. More than I could ever imagine being able to love someone, and I want to be your wife forever...if you’ll still have this me, knowing the woman you married won’t come back.”
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He moved to the bed with her and sat, listening to what she was saying.
"Effie, I only want you to be happy and comfortable with who you are. Enigma is only a name. I love the person on the inside. You. Nobody is perfect, but I couldn't have asked for a better wife," Bruce explained, glad she couldn't remember what happened with Damon.
"We can have another wedding. The wedding isn't the important part. It's being married that's important. Besides, we were married before the wedding."
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“We were?” she asked, closing her eyes, trying to remember, to sort though the hundreds of images that looked so different when seen through clearer eyes before she shrugged. “Sorry, guess that one’s gone too...I swear I think that girl got hit in the head too many times.” It was easier, some moments, to pretend that she and...who she had been were different women, different mind. It kept her from crying all the time over what she had done.
Enigma may have just been a name to everyone else, but to her, it was a whole identity...and one she really didn’t want back.
“Well, then maybe we should move onto celebrating..” she said, smiling at him, fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the most...attentive of wives. I’m a bit..nervous and scared to be honest. I may remember sex, but not in any way that is helpful.”
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He nodded at her in response to the question about the wedding, "Yeah. We did it in secret so your dad wouldn't find out, and then we had an actual ceremony in a Catholic Church for your family," Bruce explained, though when it left his lips it sounded almost childish.
When her fingers began to play with the buttons on his shirt Bruce offered her a smile, and lifted a palm to her cheek. He touched her face tenderly and looked into her eyes, "Effie you never need to be afraid. I would never make you do anything you don't want to do or hold it against you." He wanted her to feel comfortable, and comforted.
He would go as far as she wanted to and that would be the distance they went. Bruce would be content with that.
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When he spoke of their wedding she beamed, pleased she had a proper church wedding and not really caring how childish it sounded..she had met her father after all, and while she loved him a great deal, she had no delusions that the man he had been...would have tried to destroy it.
“That’s what daddy said…” she whispered, pleased that her father had been right about Bruce. She tilted her head up for a kiss as she slowly, carefully unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open and running her hands over his chest, using her nails lightly against his skin to enhance the sensation.
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Bruce blinked. Edward had vouched for him? That was a new one. Maybe Edward really was taking his promise to Honour to heart and turning over a new leaf.
Of course his thoughts de-railed when she leaned up for a kiss, offering her one without the slightest bit of hesitation, and her nails scratched lightly over the exposed skin of his chest when her fingers had undone the front buttons of his shirt.
He groaned into their kiss, sliding his palm from her cheek and letting his fingers touch tenderly over the skin of her neck and shoulder.
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She shivered in pleasure at his touch, nipping at his lips playfully, blushing at the action before pulling back a bit, looking up at him. “Bruce...I want...you...please,” she said, her hands sliding down to pull his shirt from his pants, still watching his eyes, hoping this was okay.
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He nodded at her silently, knowing words from his end would only serve to shatter the moment. He shifted as she untucked his shirt, finding the action fitting of what was to come.
He leaned inward to kiss her tenderly once more, palm sliding from her shoulder, down her arm and then to her hip. His fingers squeezed her side gently, urging her onward with gesture instead of words.
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She bit her lip, trying not to moan as she unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom up, swallowing thickly with every bit of skin she revealed. “Wow…” she said softly, lightly running her nails over his chest, staring, almost wide-eyed at the bare flesh revealed.
“I...I’m not sure what to do…”
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"I'll help you," Bruce mumbled, pulling from her slowly. He guided her as she had him many times without the simplest inkling of hesitation. Easily he fell back into the same motions and practices.
He laid her slowly down on to the bed and leaned over to kiss her, using his fingers to gently remove both of the articles of clothing keeping them apart and he made sure to take his time for her, to move slowly but to be adoring at the same time.
Eventually he had found himself within her again, a familiar place Bruce was glad to be back in and again he took his time to please her, making sure each thrust was loving, gentle and well placed. He wanted her to feel good, not obligated.
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Effie whimpered in slight fear, but went with his movements, floating away from herself with each move inside her body, praising his name.
Hours later, she smiled softly at Bruce’s sleeping face, placing a gentle kiss against his lips. “I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, almost mouthing the words. She slipped from the bed, opening the bedside stand to retrieve a letter, matching one left for her father, placing the lavender envelope on her pillow before she crossed the room to dress.
I’m sorry. I have to do what is right.