[ No matter how many times he speed-runs her anywhere, she always feels a little winded. She needs a moment to catch her breath as she sprawls on the bed.
Well, her knees still hurt, but Wanda knows that's only going to frustrate him the more she whips it. Resting on her elbows, she peers up at him before her gaze drifts to the suncatcher still in its place by the window. She wishes for the sun to glow against it every single time she looks at it.
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Well, her knees still hurt, but Wanda knows that's only going to frustrate him the more she whips it. Resting on her elbows, she peers up at him before her gaze drifts to the suncatcher still in its place by the window. She wishes for the sun to glow against it every single time she looks at it.
Wanda frowns. ]
All of me hurts now after you threw me!
[ See? She can change things up in her old age. ]