[ She rolls her eyes as she faces him, although she looks to her peripherals to ensure that no one's paying them any attention. Knowing Pietro, he's already been sociable enough to warrant a break from talking to the rest of their friends. Wanda's never been the social butterfly Pietro is, so she doesn't worry about being approached.
Looking down at his leg, she shakes her head and clucks her tongue. ]
So clumsy, Pietro. Sometimes I think you can never leave the house.
[ Rather than pull her hand away and place it where she knows he wants it, she glides her palm up his thigh, right up to the crease of his hip. Wanda considers making that where the jam has allegedly dropped, but she instead brushes her fingers against his crotch, the pressure light at first before she makes it reminiscent of how she had pressed her foot into him earlier. ]
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Looking down at his leg, she shakes her head and clucks her tongue. ]
So clumsy, Pietro. Sometimes I think you can never leave the house.
[ Rather than pull her hand away and place it where she knows he wants it, she glides her palm up his thigh, right up to the crease of his hip. Wanda considers making that where the jam has allegedly dropped, but she instead brushes her fingers against his crotch, the pressure light at first before she makes it reminiscent of how she had pressed her foot into him earlier. ]