The anticipation is that it'll be a mirror of last time, potentially - soft and slow and seeking, but the way she approaches it immediately ratchets up the level to ten and beyond, breathing something out loud seconds before she kisses him, her lips strong against his own.

The Hulk might be dormant now but there's still those instincts there, the ones that call for him to claim, to possess, to mark, and he has to will himself to take her into a warm embrace instead of a rougher one even as a groan rises deep in the back of his throat and he pulls her tight to him, fingers tangling in her hair.