[With the way Wanda looks at him right now, a reflection of his own internal contentment for the smallest of affections he in turn gets from her, everything else falls away. This moment is hers, theirs, and Pietro will kiss her anywhere she wants, as slowly and attentively as she wants... for as long as he can stand it.]
You're impossible.
[It's nothing but affectionate, murmured against the delicate skin underneath her jaw, his typical grousing still habitual but downplayed on this one day. He can give her that.]
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You're impossible.
[It's nothing but affectionate, murmured against the delicate skin underneath her jaw, his typical grousing still habitual but downplayed on this one day. He can give her that.]