[Even though Pietro growls in irritation almost automatically the moment Wanda settles onto his lap, draping herself over him, getting all clingy and heavy and making him feel like it's too hot to breathe, all he does is wrap his arms around her too, fingers splayed over her back and rubbing softly. He won't move until she wants him to, and he knows she knows that.]
You were the one who wanted to-
[He pauses to suppress a pleased noise as she bites his ear.]
no subject
You were the one who wanted to-
[He pauses to suppress a pleased noise as she bites his ear.]
You are responsible for your own knees.