He looks at the girl thoughtfully for a moment then cocks his head, “I never said that,” he points out.
“That’s true. Though you seem more interested in me as a … study project than anything else.” She runs a hand under her hair and pulls a long braid over her shoulder, the end of it coiling in her lap several times.
“Ahhhh,” he nods. “Clearer now, thank you for the clarification.” He laughs lightly.
She smiles, and this one is soft, regretful somehow. “That’s a no to my invitation then.” She picks up a dress from the side of the bed, pulling it on.
“So you feel someone’s lust and you lust for another?” He chuckles.
“Oh, no, it’s not quite like that. I can definitely tell when an emotion isn’t my own. I have my own feelings, separate from what I taste from others.”
“Mmm, and now you?” He leans back on one of his hands as he watches the girl.
For the first time, her eyes flicker away from him. “Unless I put my shields up, Doctor, I feel everything.” She shrugs. “I came here because I wanted you. That hasn’t changed.”
“Great.” he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, “I have an Empath in my bed, amazing.” he says sarcastically, “So, what do you feel?” He raises an eyebrow.
“What, myself, or from you?” She tips her head to the side. “You’re very confused. A little annoyed. The anger is low, banked. Waiting. Disbelief.”
He blinks, “You lost me. I dout the girls at S.H.I.E.L.D want me, I have that other guy to worry about.” he shrugs then chuckles, “Though I must admit I think you may be smitten with my looks.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not everybody is afraid of your other soul, Dr Banner. Bruce. Can I call you that?”
“Right.” he nods and eyes the girl once more, “You seem quite crazy, what exactly are your exact resons of sleeping with me?”
That gets him a blurt of laughter, which strips most of the seductiveness right away from her. “Darlin’, you’re fucking gorgeous,” she drawls. “The way you smile — have you not even noticed how many of the SHIELD girls are fallin’ at your feet? Your eyes, all full of intelligence, and your mouth.”
“Right, and you want to sleep with me?” He says slowly as he sits on the end of his bed a bit confused by the girl, “Wait, small side thought, how exactly did you get in?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I know people,” she murmurs. “I very much want to sleep with you.” Her gaze sweeps him up and down, from tidy loafers to curly hair, admiring all the way.
