[Pietro snorts, but it turns into more of an amused huff of a noise.]
You are pushing it.
[He runs his fingers along the side of Wanda's flushed face, studying her expression and debating whether he should give in this early.]
But... it is your birthday, and it was especially made.
[After that statement, his hands are at her sides and he lifts her without warning, turning to set her down on the edge of the table. He slides the suncatcher out of the way, careful not to do so hastily. Leaning over her, he braces one arm on the table and kisses her again, abruptly but as long and slow as he can manage. Before he's done, his hand is wandering along her thigh.]
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You are pushing it.
[He runs his fingers along the side of Wanda's flushed face, studying her expression and debating whether he should give in this early.]
But... it is your birthday, and it was especially made.
[After that statement, his hands are at her sides and he lifts her without warning, turning to set her down on the edge of the table. He slides the suncatcher out of the way, careful not to do so hastily. Leaning over her, he braces one arm on the table and kisses her again, abruptly but as long and slow as he can manage. Before he's done, his hand is wandering along her thigh.]