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Scott had been wrapped up in X-Con work all afternoon, converting the kitchen table into a place to throw what Hope thought might have been all the paperwork in existence that the company had ever touched .
And it was a shame, because Hope hadn’t seen him this focused in a while.
He hadn’t realized that she had taken his robe (and was wearing nothing underneath), and hadn’t taken much notice when she sat down next to him at the table, so she began the real subtle approach of kissing his neck, which she had learned was a surefire way of getting his attention. He looked up.
“Hey.”
“How’s work going?”
“Fine.” He rubbed his face with his hands. “I think it should wrap up soon.”
“That’s good.”
Scott turned his head in order to kiss her, pushing the work laptop away from him. Her heart beat faster.
“So… that offer you made this morning,” Hope said, running a hand up his arm. “I think I will take you up on it.”
He hesitated. “What offer?”
“A certain one involving the shower.”
Scott thought for a second. “ Oh. The one where I joked about you joining me . I mean... I was just kidding.” It was her turn to give him a look. “But maybe I was partially serious about it. If you want me to be serious about it.”
God this was embarrassing. “It’s been on my mind all day.”
He looked away for a second.
“We could just wash the dishes too. Be productive.” Hope stood up, not wanting to be sitting anymore. He followed her.
“I think the other option is still productive and fun . ” Scott kissed her then and she grinned against him, and felt that pang low in her belly again. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling that feeling, of wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.
“So. How bad is it that I have thought about this before?”
“Well, I would hope so if you suggested it.”
He let go.
“Give me two minutes?”
“I’ll start counting down,” she said.
How embarrassing was it that it had been on her mind all day. I’ve turned stupid, Hope thought as she turned the shower. She knew Scott preferred scalding hot showers, but they’d just have to compromise now. Even then, it was still warm enough that steam started to form. She tossed the robe on the ground and lifted a leg to step into the shower and wait.
It was just over two minutes counting when she almost stepped out to open the bathroom door to figure out where in the world he was when he walked in and hopped into the shower with her.
“Sorry,” he said, a grin on his face.
“I thought for a moment you abandoned your idea.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
And then he was kissing her again right where they left off, his hands running through her damp hair and she reached back to find the shelf she could perch herself on.
“Sorry to take you from X-Con work,” she said, feeling a little bad, but it went away for a moment when he ran his fingers over her breasts.
“Oh, well, I can’t figure out the layout for the cameras in the office building downtown yet. I think this is a little more important.”
“Maybe you just need to clear your mind.”
“You always have great ideas, Hope.”
I really am in love with you- was all she could think before his fingers brushed dangerously close to her center and all thoughts left her head.
Scott kissed his way down her chest, her stomach, her hip, closer and closer to where she wanted him, and then he stopped, much to her disappointment.
“I might be slightly too old for this,” he said, looking up at her as he kneeled down in front of her. The no slip mat they had put in the shower last month was most definitely a good idea. “My knees might feel it later.” He carefully helped her lift her leg so she didn’t slip as well and rested it on his shoulder.
“Are you going to use that to get out of training tomorrow?”
He grinned and nosed at her upper thigh, mumbling a “maybe” and she laughed, partially because she was ticklish and partially because this is ridiculous.
And then his mouth was on her and her laugh momentarily died away for a whine that was slightly more embarrassing.
Scott Lang was good at a lot of things, more than he gave himself credit for. And he was most certainly good at this, good enough to make her an absolute mess under his mouth that she loved to kiss and his hands that were calloused. And she knew for a fact he liked that.
And two could play at that game, because Hope enjoyed having that effect on him.
He could keep her on edge for ages, and she tried to not tug too hard on his hair (but she was aware of how much he liked that too). Can’t believe I found one of the only men on Earth that’s willing to pause work to go down on someone.
He slid one finger inside of her, easing it in and out before crooking it gently, which made her gasp. He looked up, concerned.
“You’re good- you’re good. Keep going.”
She could feel him grinning against her leg and he added a second finger, angling it the same way. She gave a sound that might have been his name, tugging on his hair, and he went in, curling his fingers inside of her and sucking at her clit. She fell over the edge, everything lighting up for a brief moment.
When she came down, Hope took a few deep breaths and looked down at him, his hands still on her thighs, as he traced comforting circles on them. The water from the showerhead beat against the vinyl floor.
“Good?” he asked.
“Definitely.” She pulled him up so she could kiss him, tasting herself on him. “Thank you.”
Scott helped her off the ledge and handed her the body wash, the one she always had, the one that smelled like pears and honey, and the one she knew he frequently used. “I figure, if we’re paying the water bill for this, we might as well shower.”
She rolled her eyes but took the bottle of body wash from him.
“You know, I’ll buy you some if you want.”
“I don’t mind sharing with you, if you’re fine with it.”
Scott kissed her again.
They had showered together before, one time because Scott had injured his arm during a mission and needed some help, and another time for very similar reasons that they were there now, but that had been ages ago now, before the Snap, before Germany even. It had been fun back then too, and they weren’t old, but Hope was of the opinion that a bed could be perfectly fun and her back wouldn’t hurt at the end of it.
But this- this was nice.
Once she washed the soap suds off she took a glance towards Scott, and took a step closer, moving in to kiss his neck and kiss her way down like he had to her earlier. She moved a hand to his length, about to take him in her hand before he stopped her.
“I don’t think I can last that long- not if you want this to go longer.”
His hand was creeping up her side, staying dangerously low on her back.
“Sorry about that,” he continued.
“Don’t be.” She stood up straighter, kissing him again and then looking up at him. “I could go again.”
Scott made a noise deep in his throat.
“Bed?”
“Sure.”
Hope stepped out of the shower and toweled off, grabbing a clean one to put underneath them and went off to their room and he followed her.
She got there first, but maneuvered herself to push him back on the bed. He went willingly, giving her that look that both made her melt and sent a pang deep within her. I always like looking up at you, he had told her once.
“I’ll give your knees a break,” Hope said, climbing onto the bed next to him and practically laying on top of him to kiss him. He smiled up at her as his hands went up to her hips. She moved her kisses further down, moving from his lips to his jaw to his neck and his collarbone. Scott made a noise she wished she could bottle up and she kissed him again, her hands on his chest going lower and lower-
“Wait a minute,” she said, frustrated.
She tried to grab the handle for the top drawer of the nightstand from where they were but couldn’t reach, so she begrudgingly lifted her leg to crawl over. She opened the drawer and grabbed a condom from the box.
He took it from her. “Thanks. Can’t forget that.”
Scott unwrapped the condom and rolled it on, and then helped her to hover over him again. Keeping one hand on her hip, he reached with his other hand to line himself up with her. After some slight readjustment, she slid down onto him, unable to help the high pitched moan that left her throat.
“Hope-”
She looked up to see him resting on his elbows. “You okay?”
“Yeah- I just need a second.”
Scott sat up a bit more and Hope leaned in to kiss him as she gave herself a moment to readjust, her hands going to his hair.
Maybe it was everything going on in her brain post-orgasm, his hand on her lower back, his lips on hers, or maybe it was just the moment, but she thought:
Please stay in my life forever.
“Okay,” she said, letting go. “I’m alright now.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
Slowly, Hope started rolling her hips up and down, and once she set the pace he began thrusting his hips up to join her.
And then, just for a moment, it was the two of them and she could forget everything outside of the moment. Hope wasn’t fond of the metaphors, the “two in one”’s. She liked this with him. Both of them together, him inside her, her arms around him.
Her thighs were starting to ache and he must have been able to tell, moving his hands to both support her and massage them. “Do you want to lay down?”
“I’m fine, I’m close,” she said. She rolled her hips again and he reached between them, still thrusting. He brushed her clit and she came for a second time, a cry on her lips, everything clenching and then relaxing, everything lighting up. He thrust a few more times through it and she leaned down to kiss his neck, his name on her lips, and he followed her.
Hope laid down on his chest for a moment, her ear pressed to his heart. Scott stroked his hand down her back.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Are you?” Hope braced herself and moved off of him to rest on her side. She brushed her hair out of her face and he moved closer to her, pressing a kiss to her nose.
“Never better. I think I’m going to make jokes like that more often,” he said after a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
She shook her head and laughed but not before kissing him again. “I have to get up,” she said after a moment, standing up to go to the restroom, thinking about his robe which she just left on the floor.
“Do you need anything?” she asked.
“Nah, I’ll be good." He paused. "Come back when you’re done?” he asked.
He was dopey and wanted cuddles. A fairly typical post-coital Scott.
“Of course.”
She came back as soon as she could.