[ Wanda often prides herself on being able to understand Pietro even when his words come out as a tight tangle. He could say those words fifty times over in a second and she'd still know what it is he's muttering. She likes them. A Pietro who can't string a sentence together is a Pietro who's definitely long gone.
She rocks her hips hard, keeping each undulation slow but firm. She knows he wants it faster, but Wanda likes the way he moves inside of her at this pace and intensity.
Although she wishes for her voice to be firm, it comes out breathy and soft. ]
Do I let you go? Or do I have my way with you instead? So many hard decisions, Pietro.
[ And he'd happily pull her magic back from his wrists if he so much as wanted it. She's surprised her magic has lingered even though her concentration has shifted elsewhere. ]
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She rocks her hips hard, keeping each undulation slow but firm. She knows he wants it faster, but Wanda likes the way he moves inside of her at this pace and intensity.
Although she wishes for her voice to be firm, it comes out breathy and soft. ]
Do I let you go? Or do I have my way with you instead? So many hard decisions, Pietro.
[ And he'd happily pull her magic back from his wrists if he so much as wanted it. She's surprised her magic has lingered even though her concentration has shifted elsewhere. ]