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[Pietro never asks for lighter touches, usually the worst thing she can do to him, and he'll still be annoyed even then, but at this point Wanda has been abusing his arch for so long it feels like stepping on a sharp rock over and over, slowly. He bites his lip to avoid the yelp that tries to escape his throat when she grabs the other foot to start in there too. After more squirming and twitching, he finally asks for it - though it sounds more like a demand born out of desperation.]

Lighter, and stop sometimes. It's too much if you don't... space it out.

[His focus is back on the television, this is an awkward conversation to participate in while he can't stop writhing and digging his fingers into the couch, and he needs more distractions.]

[ She smiles, but she doesn't laugh. Sometimes she wonders if Pietro allows her to dig and poke and prod at him because she wants to dig and poke and prod at him. But she immediately makes her touch lighter and even removes her hand from the foot she's considered taking as her own. ]

You don't like it? Or is it simply too much?

[ Both are two very important distinctions. From what he's said, she imagines it's the latter.

Instead of rubbing his arch, she walks her fingers along his foot in an attempt to have him roll his eyes in exasperation. It's light, as he's requested, and it's silly, as she wants it to be. ]

[It's light, but it's too light, and not at all unexpected as a response. He sighs and huffs and rolls his eyes, but can at least get comfortable for a moment and not feel like his nerves are on fire. It will build back to that quickly once the lighter pressure stops feeling so dull in comparison and becomes aggravating again. While he can, Pietro pulls his other foot back and keeps his knee bent, pressed against the back of the couch. Wanda can't have both.]

... Too much.

[He's technically not admitting that some of her 'massaging' is above baseline tolerable.]

[ Oh, so he likes her massaging. That's good to know, especially since Wanda had every inclination to pull back. The last thing she wants is to cause him discomfort. Exasperation, irritation, and frustration, however…

She keeps her touch light as she glances at the foot that's escaped her for now. She'll grant it, especially considering Pietro's answered her question honestly. She doesn't want him to associate placing his feet on her lap with something unenjoyable. ]

You should tell me more when it's too much, Pietro. [ It's only a gentle scolding, one that she hopes he takes to heart. She looks down at his foot and sweeps her fingers along the top of it, giving his arch a break. ] I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

I thought I deserved to be uncomfortable?

[It's a rhetorical and dismissive question he doesn't want an answer to. Pietro keeps his eyes on the television, but he's not watching it. Once she moves on to a difference spot for a change, the tension in muscles lessens and random twitches subside for the time being. After a moment, he elaborates on things, looking for the right words to explain without potentially making Wanda feel like she's done something that really bothered him as much as he's let on. It isn't torture, but it could be, so easily, and maybe she should know that.]

I do not tell you because... it is always too much, very quickly. After only a minute or two with some things, like you've been going at it for an hour without letting up. That is what it feels like for me.

[He picks at a frayed thread at the seam of the couch cushion, more incessantly than idly, because it frustrates him to admit to things like this. It's some form of weakness he doesn't need her to become overly concerned about.]

I don't want you to think I'm annoyed with you all the time. It's not you, it's me.

[The last part is lifted from Friends or Cheers most likely, he can't remember which, but it's fitting.]

[ She's quiet for a moment as she considers his words. There are too many examples of him being irritated and short-tempered with her and around her and at anything in general to latch onto a specific one as an example. She's always shrugged it off as Pietro being Pietro… but perhaps it's something more. Maybe it's like how she oftentimes begins to overthink and worry and wonder if what she's thinking about is actually hers to worry about or if it's someone else's thought that's slipped through the cracks. ]

So should I mix it up? Touch your toes for a little bit and then move to your ankle and come back to your toes again? Or should I leave the toes alone for good after?

[ Using his foot as an example is probably easiest, given it's what she had been touching to tease him with. Wanda doesn't physically act on it to demonstrate her question, though, not wishing to irritate him with her touch if he still needs a few moments to relax.

She wants to ask him about it more, but she doesn't want to press. Despite him being as quick as a bullet, this is something he's approached tentatively, and it's something she thinks she needs to explore at the pace he sets. ]

[He snorts, but it's with laughter and not derision, finally turning to look at her again. It feels ridiculous to use her chosen example, fitting as it is.]

Wanda, it's not really that big of a deal.

[Pietro waves one hand as if he hadn't just told her that it is sometimes.]

Yes. Mix it up. Not the same place for too long, not the same... pattern, repetitive touch.

[His stomach twists with the awkward embarrassment of continuing to address this topic, and it's somehow more uncomfortable to talk about than it would have been to let her continue the way she was going and never mention his problems with it.]

If you want to go slow with something, you could... it would be good if you stopped for a little? It can just be seconds, not long for you.

[He runs his hand through his hair in irritation, mostly with himself, because he needs to make a caveat or they'll have another discussion later.]

But I like it sometimes, when you don't. Stop. You know, when...

[During certain activities.]

[ It is a big deal. She doesn't want him to be embarrassed telling her what he wants or needs or dislikes. Even if she likes it, she doesn't want him to grin and bear it. He's done that too much in their life with everything else. She doesn't want him to do it with her. ]

You will tell me when to stop? During…

[ Wanda wiggles her eyebrows and smiles. It's completely immature, but she wishes to hear him laugh away some of the tension he feels. ]

So, like this, hm?

[ Wanda removes her hands from his foot and sweeps her fingers along the arch of his foot a few times before gliding them to the top. She slides her hand to his ankle before gliding up to his calf and returning to his ankle again. Perhaps what she has to do is not focus solely on one area. It's what she does best, focusing on thoughts, and trying to dig into them until she finds what she needs. But for Pietro, perhaps she has to expand it to much more. ]

[Her eyebrow wiggle is too much, and does earn her a laugh, and another eye roll. They should be talking about it like mature adults, but they don't. He can fuck her, but he can't talk about fucking her, even in the privacy of their apartment. It's euphemisms and implications and half-finished sentences, only more evidence that Pietro's continued flirting with other girls in public holds no real intentions behind it. If it did, he couldn't be so bold about it.]

You know I can stop you.

[Physically, easily. Presumably. He never does, and he's not actually answering Wanda's question, moving right along to focusing on her touch. It lingers, as always, but not to a degree where Pietro feels like his skin is too itchy and constricting and he wants to escape it. Slow traces of her fingers just long enough to drag sparks of electric sensation through nerves, sensations that fade before they're overwhelming. He may shift a little, but there's far less squirming, and his voice holds no hint of whining or discomfort.]

Like that.

[He moves his other foot again, to press against her thigh, meant as a comforting gesture of trust and proof that Wanda isn't upsetting him and he's just lying about it.]

[ She smiles, pleased that he's not disgruntled or hiding the fact that he is annoyed. Picking his other foot up and placing it on her thigh, she does the same, trailing her fingers down his toes to the top of his foot, slipping to his arch and then back to his ankle. She watches his face as she simply traces his foot, gliding her hands up his calf until she brings her hand down again. ]

You have such long legs.

[ Unsurprising, really, given how long legs are advantageous for moving so fast and for being so tall. Despite them looking lean and twig-like to her, she likes that she can feel his strong muscles. ]

Is this what I should have done in the park? Touch you all over?

[ Rather than in just one spot. While she's not entirely sure how she would've done that, she's bold enough to ask now. ]

[Touching certain spots make his muscles twitch under her fingers, or his toes curl, but the momentary tension doesn't last, and as she watches him, he never looks at her in irritation. Pietro's movements on the couch are now for getting more relaxed, if possible, not forcing himself not to run. He snorts at Wanda's comment, poking at her again. She likes to call his legs bony, but Pietro will refute that claim every time.]

Oh, you like them now, do you?

[He shrugs at her question, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip in thought, making a show of it. The park hadn't been too much for him, as far as they'd gotten.]

I don't know. You may have to experiment with that the next time I spill jam.

[ It's not a no, which only inspires Wanda's boldness. She looks at him without her gaze wavering as she continues to move her hand along his calf, ankle and foot. ]

I can still see jam.

[ After a moment, she ducks her gaze to his pants. It hardly matters if the imaginary jam is there or not. It's there for the sole purpose of this, although it's up to him if he wants to venture there again. With him open and sharing, she wishes to learn more. Who knows if the next time she touches him if he'd be as willing to give her guidance on where to touch him and when to stop to prevent him from feeling overstimulated? ]

Can you?

[There's laughter in his voice that he tries not to make too obvious. Wanda is extremely transparent, he wasn't even wearing these pants earlier. Pietro looks down at his thigh as if searching for that imaginary jam, though. He fingers a spot along the top of his inner thigh, as obvious as he can get.]

Oh, there it is.

[His playing along sounds more light-hearted to him, and he's starting to think he may have been more irritated by the things Wanda does than he'd thought, or irritated with himself for never bringing it up and continuing to get exasperated over what he could have so easily fixed.]

You are so messy.

[ Transferring it from pants to pants—not that Wanda's particularly realised. She's detail-oriented, but sometimes even things like putting on a new pair of pants slip through the cracks of her attention. She doubts it really matters. There's imaginary jam on his pants and he's playing along with her ruse. ]

Move. I can't reach from here.

[ She lets go of his foot despite not wishing to part from him and clicks her fingers impatiently. ]

[Pietro scoffs and makes an annoyed low noise like being asked to move is such a chore, when he can barely stay still for five minutes at the best of times. He sits up with a sigh and slides closer along the couch, shoving at Wanda's bent knee as she sits cross-legged, like he's personally offended by its existence now pressed against his thigh.]

Alright. Get on with it. Jam stains, you know.

[Nevermind the fact if the mystery jam did exist, they'd only be rubbing it in and making it worse.]

[ Sitting cross-legged, Wanda smiles as she shakes her head at his impatience. She'd cluck her tongue, but she refrains for now.

Placing her hand against his knee, she slides it down his thigh and curves her hand against the crease of his hip. Although he wishes for her to get on with it, she wants to take her time. Learn how to touch him in ways that don't only bring her satisfaction.

She glides her hand to palm his crotch and gives him a gentle squeeze. ]

Hm. These pants feel very nice.

[ She chuckles as she slowly rubs him. ]

[She's slow and too soft with it, but not to where Pietro is irritated by it yet, only enough to bring the first pleasant sensations that should go along with that sort of touch. His abdominal muscles clench and twitch as she rubs, and he doesn't hold back on any pleased hums he usually refuses to let come out, always too ready to act like Wanda can't get under his skin until he's far too stimulated to actively ignore it anymore. Admitting to it is awkward, and he can feel heat creeping across his chest as he looks away and tries to be direct and honest about what he likes and what limitations he should be considering, like this really is an experiment as he'd proposed.]

This is.. nice too.

[He reaches for a strand of her hair to play with.]

But after a minute, it will feel... itchy.

[Euphemistically, but he has no better word for overloaded sensation receptors firing too often in his brain.]

And I want a harder touch to fix it, to make it different.

[He waves his hand vaguely.]

Do you know what I mean?

[ After a quick moment of mulling over his words, she nods. ]

I think so.

[ Does she wait until he tells her the sensation has grown too 'itchy' or does she firm up her touch? Wanda watches him for a moment before she does that, turning her gentle rubbing into something a little more harder and purposeful. She glances down at her hand before looking back up at him.

Rather than just rub, she gropes him with intention now. ]

Different enough?

[His breathing hitches slightly once she rubs with more pressure, build up from the light touches waning in favour of new sensations. Nothing is overstimulating, but Pietro still moves, writhes just a little as she starts with the groping, pushing back at her hand, but not with as much desperation and need as tends to when Wanda's had the upper hand and been allowed to tease him for too long.]

Mm. Yes.

[He reaches out to run his hand along her arm, because he can't just sit here, even if it's an experiment.]

Now, you will tell me when I do something that is too much for you, yes? At any time.

[He tries to be pointed with his last comment, it applies to any situation.]

If you keep forgiving me so easily for things you don't like, I will keep doing them.

[ That's a boy she's not entirely sure he'd wish to open. There are many things he does that irritate her. Flirting with other girls. Flirting with other girls in front of her. Taking up so much closet space. They're minor gripes in the grand scheme of discomfort. ]

I have a list of things.

[ She tells him matter-of-factly, tilting her chin upward as she smiles softly at him in a clear sign of teasing. ]

Many things. I don't know if I have time to list them before we sleep.

[ Wanda slows her hand movement, but ensures it remains firm. She properly rubs him, feeling the outline of his cock through his pants. She imagines this will feel good for now until she has to lighten her touch for him. ]

[He waves his hand dismissively. If she's not going to bring anything up with him, that's her problem for later, the next time he does something.]

Forget it if it's an entire list, no time for that.

[Pietro's clearly focused on other things by this point, pressing his hardening cock up against her hand more forcefully the moment she slows down.]

I think you've got the hang of this, but maybe... I could stand a little more teasing. I you wanted.

[It's some kind of concession, permission to do things as she likes sometimes with the assurance that he'll stop her if necessary.]

Is that so?

[ At first, she considers not stopping what she's doing. She likes that he's pushing up against her. He may speak, but she tries to listen to his body now, to see if there are movements or hesitancies that she can pick up on before he even thinks to speak of what he wants.

But she slows her hand, lightening her touch, and hopes it prompts him to buck up into her hand for more friction and warmth. ]

It was nice touching you in the park. [ Wanda ignores her flush. The park had been risky, but… it had been nice. Different. Perhaps in line with what they've discussed now. ]

[It doesn't take long with that slower lighter touch before Pietro needs something harder again, and he does exactly what she expects, moving his hips to seek it out, pressing into her fingers and grinding. The noises he makes carry more frustration in them, but not to the point of whining about it, and he can still focus on her flushed face - and smirk as she admits to that.]

Liked that, did you?

[He runs his fingers along her arm again, lightly dragging his nails, trying to make her shiver. Though now that she's brought his attention back to what happened earlier, he has an important question.]

Wanda... no one was watching, not even a glance until...

[Jelka. But he doesn't want to say her name and get them off on another tangent.]

Did you do that, make everyone look away?

[ She doesn't respond immediately. Looking down at his hips, she keeps her touch light a moment longer before she firms up her touch. Does she want to distract him from this line of thinking? Partly. Does she know the answer to his question? Maybe. Wanda's unsure of what happened at the park, other than the fact she willed no one to look and so no one did.

A funny coincidence? Doubtful. Everyone likes to look at Pietro. The girls do. Every and any chance they get, they look. ]

We wouldn't have been able to do that if people were looking.

[ Her heart picks up in its rhythm. He doesn't sound angry. He simply sounds curious. ]

I didn't do it on purpose. If it was me.

[ But who else could it have been? Wanda deliberately stays out of everyone's minds no matter how taxing it can be. But she's the only one with the ability to plant thoughts and discourage actions so subtly one would think it was their own. Hadn't that been what Strucker had liked most about her powers? That's all he wished to replicate. An army of soldiers who could control the enemy. ]

[It is distracting, pulling his focus back to himself again for a moment as he follows the movement of her hand, getting the friction he wants. In the park, they weren't being any more discreet really than they are right now, and Pietro is sure he wasn't exactly quiet. But no one looked. Any time he'd check, everyone in the park within range was minding their own business, even the most gossipy people among them. Could Wanda have done it without trying to? He thinks she could, the same way sometimes things float up slightly or rattle when she's upset. She doesn't have absolute control, after all this time, precision and awareness still things they both need to work on.]

I think it was you. A mass suggestion like they talked about.

[The ideas he thought a little too fanciful, that someone like Wanda could control an entire enemy army like a hivemind. But it could be possible.]

Maybe something simple, you just thought it, "don't look" or "no one can see us".

[She hadn't meant to, anxious thoughts on what she wanted to happen maybe being projected as a command without her active participation in it. He shifts away from those thoughts, he doesn't want to make it sound like he's concerned about it at all, how something like that could be done accidentally, so he goes for dismissive like they'd been talking about nothing important.]

You probably saved us some embarrassment there, yeah? Go harder again, you're slacking off.

[He bucks up into her hand for emphasis.]

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