[ She smiles sweetly at him. It's not a lie; he can come any time he likes, but she wants an implication behind her smile. A promise of more after, especially if he wants it again, of her being a little more firm with him now that she understands what he likes. Right now, she wants him to enjoy himself.
This isn't the first time he's begged—it's always hidden in his mini-tantrums and exasperating comments—but it's the first time Wanda can remember Pietro doing so without pushing her buttons.
And when Wanda smacks him again, she does so harder and on the other cheek. ]
It's your birthday, Pietro. You can do whatever you want.
[ She digs her fingernails into his skin as she rubs the tender skin. But instead of letting him come down from it, she smacks him again on the other cheek, hard enough for her hand to sting. ]
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[ She smiles sweetly at him. It's not a lie; he can come any time he likes, but she wants an implication behind her smile. A promise of more after, especially if he wants it again, of her being a little more firm with him now that she understands what he likes. Right now, she wants him to enjoy himself.
This isn't the first time he's begged—it's always hidden in his mini-tantrums and exasperating comments—but it's the first time Wanda can remember Pietro doing so without pushing her buttons.
And when Wanda smacks him again, she does so harder and on the other cheek. ]
It's your birthday, Pietro. You can do whatever you want.
[ She digs her fingernails into his skin as she rubs the tender skin. But instead of letting him come down from it, she smacks him again on the other cheek, hard enough for her hand to sting. ]