[ Wanda should encourage him to exercise caution. They should be careful. She should remove her hand from his crotch and sit on the other end of the bench with some space wedged between them. But that's never been them. They've always been on top of one another, tangled up where she's not sure where she ends and he begins. She glances at the park and confirms once again that no one's even looking their way. It's almost as though they don't exist. ]
We can wait until we are home for you to come in your pants, Pietro.
[ She ignores the heat of her skin. That's what's going to happen, isn't it? She'll keep rubbing at his crotch and he'll come in his stupidly tight pants he had worn for all the other girls, and then he'll walk her home and they'll most likely do it again.
She should remove her hand, but Wanda only presses down harder. The idea of making that happen prompts her to sit up a little taller. ]
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We can wait until we are home for you to come in your pants, Pietro.
[ She ignores the heat of her skin. That's what's going to happen, isn't it? She'll keep rubbing at his crotch and he'll come in his stupidly tight pants he had worn for all the other girls, and then he'll walk her home and they'll most likely do it again.
She should remove her hand, but Wanda only presses down harder. The idea of making that happen prompts her to sit up a little taller. ]