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[ One of her favourite things is making Pietro lose control. He thinks less. He's less guarded. He stops stopping himself from letting himself go boneless. He'll always try and be one step ahead and protect them both, but she doubts he really needs to protect them from anything right now. At this moment, she gets to take care of him—a rare instance she has to steal.

Wanda moans again when he yanks on her hair, although this time the sound is long and low. She breathes heavily through her nose and ignores the ache between her legs and the heat clamming at her nape. She takes him a little deeper before she pulls back, expecting that he'll start jerking his hips again. She wants to remain as in control as possible. Doing so means going slow, but she doesn't want to irritate him when she wants to pleasure him instead. Finding that middle ground's going to be a lesson in itself, but she tries to heed Pietro's wishes by sucking hard on the head of his cock and curling her fingers into his belly as though that's enough of a signal that she doesn't mind him yanking or pushing his hips into her. ]

[His control slips further as she moans again, compulsively tugging on her hair and squirming under the press of her fingers. When Wanda moves back to the head of his cock, Pietro growls in irritation that sounds more desperate than anything, and he follows her movements not long after, thrusting deeper into her mouth, wanting more of the heat and friction she'd interrupted by shifting her focus again.]

Shit, Wanda. You're... fuck.

[Anything positive or praising he may have wanted to say gets lost in translation from his brain to his mouth, and she only gets inarticulate vulgarity for her efforts.]

[ She's not going to let him forget this. Reduced to nothing but words that, when strung together, make absolutely no sense. But, to Wanda, it's all the praise she needs.

Smiling, she sucks harder, moving along his shaft as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She controls her breathing as best as she can, especially when she lets the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She curls her fingers tightly against his belly, scraping hard now as though she's capable of leaving any permanent marks on him.

She hums for good measure—and The Brady Bunch theme, at that. ]

[His stomach tightens when the tip of his cock makes contact with the back of Wanda's throat. He's incapable of forming words at all any longer, and the movement of his hips becomes erratic and jerky in his bid to control himself for another couple of minutes if he can. Everything feels too hot and still he shivers slightly. Despite her terrible choice of melody, the continued humming sets Pietro off and he makes some insistent noise while pulling at her hair in a different way, an attempt to signal he's going to come soon, and she probably has less than a half a minute to react, if he's being generous with his estimate.]

[ While Wanda does enjoy the instances where Pietro comes on himself, she doesn't pull away from him. She sucks harder, enjoying the way that he's no longer in control of his movements. And if he is, it's not the refined control she's used to from him. She hums that melody he hates so much, taking great pleasure in knowing it is causing him pleasure. There's something a little sadistic about it that Wanda enjoys.

And to guarantee that he'll continue to evade the grasp of his control, she's quick to glide her hand down his belly and snake it beneath him to gently stroke one of his balls. ]

[Pietro's fingers at the arm of the couch begin to vibrate as he tries to dig them deeper into the worn and thinly padded surface that has little give. He loses all rhythm to his thrusts, falling out of any conscious movement there, Wanda's harder sucking instantly sending too any synapses firing at once, and he writhes uncomfortably with his last attempts to hold off. He can't, not once her fingers run over his balls, the new sensation enough to push him over the edge quickly. Another strangled noise leaves his throat as his muscles tense and he comes into the wet heat of her mouth.]

[ Giving him one last suck, Wanda pulls away and swallows his come. She wipes the back of her hand against her mouth and ducks her face for a moment. Despite having just had his dick in her mouth, she still feels a little shy. Strange how that always happens whenever she's had a moment of boldness.

Remaining between his legs, she lifts up on her knees and rests her hands against his. She smiles at him and ignores her flush and her heated skin. She wants him to match her, although she suspects he's already feeling very hot from almost destroying their couch. ]

I think that was a very good birthday gift. Not as good at the suncatcher, though.

[ Nothing would compare to the suncatcher, not even if he got her a castle in the prettiest part of the world. Not even if he gave her the sun itself.

But this surely does beat the silly cupcake and candle she got him earlier. ]

Look at this. [ She tsks as she frowns at the arm of the couch. There's nothing there but small indents from his fingers. Inspired by him being his most exasperating self, she clucks her tongue before she scolds him. ] You need to be more careful.

[He watches intently as she brushes her hand against her mouth then shyly turns her face away. Those moments where Wanda is shameless and brazen are always fleeting, but Pietro savours them, and this one is no different. Wanda can be incredibly hot when she doesn't even try, and he will never tell her that. Her hands are too warm resting on his knees, and her face is as flushed as he feels all over.]

You like that suncatcher more than me, don't you?

[It's rhetorical, but now that he can manage words again, Pietro has to take every opportunity to comment. And he has another for the finger marks she points out, running his hand over them to try and smooth the fabric back.]

What? There is barely anything there. And that was careful. I could have set it on fire, you know.

[He only thinks about that right now, but friction from extreme vibration is dangerous, maybe he really could have. He's going to claim that either way, regardless of actual possibility.]

[ At his question, Wanda merely smiles. Best to leave some things to assumption. If she had to choose between the suncatcher and Pietro, her choice will always be Pietro, even on his most frustrating days.

Looking at the armrest, she rolls her eyes. ] And that is a good thing? You cannot go around setting everything on fire because you cannot control yourself, Pietro!

[ She shakes her head as though he's absolutely silly for not thinking about that. Granted, they have other furniture—the bed, the kitchen table and chairs, even the counters. But it's more fun when she's hyperbolic. Pietro often gets a twitch whenever she is.

Wanda digs her nails into his knees as she makes a point of struggling to get up so she can push all of her weight into him. She mutters, ] Maybe you should have gotten a spanking instead.

[He waves one hand in annoyance at that preemptive accusation.]

I have not set anything on fire!

[Yet. Wanda has. Pietro remembers that lamp she'd accidentally shorted out two days after they left the HYDRA base, hit it with a stray blast of that weird red energy, and one part of the shade had caught fire for all of half a second, quickly fizzling out into a black mark and nothing more. But it still counts, and it's more than he's ever done. He hisses as she digs her nails into his knees and leans all her weight on him, scoffing at her comment.]

For what? I've done nothing here.

[Except for a myriad of obnoxious things throughout the day that he's conveniently 'forgotten'.]

[ Wanda doesn't bother to hide her smile. She stares down at him as she cocks her brow. Really, Pietro? While she's hesitant to list his crimes and ruin what's become a salvageable day, she doesn't want him to think he's entirely innocent. He often believes that mistake and it's her duty to ensure that he's seeing things clearly. She's the sensible twin, after all. ]

You insulted my television show. You took up the entire couch! [ Granted, she did have her spot in the corner, but he had been pressing his feet all over her and invading her space! ] You ruin my favourite arm of the couch. [ A lie. She likes the arm she had been sitting against more than the one he had almost set on fire. ]

And I am tired and you make me stand.

[ Clucking her tongue, she shakes her head as she curls her fingers into his knees as though that's enough of a punishment. ]

[He knows she's never going to mention anything she's actually aggrieved by, and his smirk in return is smug as he listens to what she does list as some sort of transgressions. His expression shifts from amusement to feigned sympathy.]

I've done such horrible things to you, Wanda. Can you ever forgive me for taking up the entire couch?

[Pietro can't keep it up for long though, and he snorts, batting gently at one of her hands.]

Enough. Get off. You can stand by yourself, you're just being lazy.

No.

[ To both those things. No forgiveness and no, she's not moving.

She leans as much of her weight against his legs before she climbs onto his lap and slumps as heavily as possible with her arms looped around his neck as though she's capable of keeping him anchored in place. And she is, she knows this. If she so much as wants him to stay in this one spot, she knows he would even if it causes him such grief. ]

My knees hurt. You don't even care after I took such good care of you, Pietro. So ungrateful in your old age. Tsk.

[ She nips his ear sharply for good measure. ]

[Even though Pietro growls in irritation almost automatically the moment Wanda settles onto his lap, draping herself over him, getting all clingy and heavy and making him feel like it's too hot to breathe, all he does is wrap his arms around her too, fingers splayed over her back and rubbing softly. He won't move until she wants him to, and he knows she knows that.]

You were the one who wanted to-

[He pauses to suppress a pleased noise as she bites his ear.]

You are responsible for your own knees.

Am I?

[ Of course, she is. She's the one who decided to move when she could've ordered him to do so. And he would've obliged. Pietro is nothing if not a sucker for intimacy.

But a manipulative part of Wanda had wanted the image of her on her knees sucking his dick to be seared into his memory. ]

I thought you were responsible for taking care of me. Do you not want to do that anymore in your old age?

[ Wanda's well aware that she's setting herself up for an insult and him disowning her. It's how it always goes: she sets him up and he swings, and he either takes it too far or not far at all. Considering today, she hopes it's the latter.

Remaining slumped against him, she absently plays with his hair at his nape. ]

At some point, I will be too old, so you need to learn to take care of yourself!

[He says that with a bit of a snap to it, fidgeting because the heat of her body is getting uncomfortable. Yet Pietro means none of it, and he sighs in exasperation afterward.]

But until then... you know I'm going to take care of you, and I should have thought about your poor knees on that hard floor. Happy? Now. How do I make it up to you, on your birthday?

[He slides one hand further down her back to cup her ass firmly. Clearly, his ideas of 'making it up' to her are primarily self-serving.]

[ Wanda laughs as she jolts against him. Curling her hands tightly around his shoulders, she leans back and glares down at him. All she wants today is his attention, and now that she has it, she intends to milk it and be utterly exasperating. ]

You don't sound very sincere, Pietro. [ She presses her lips together as she peers down at him without any amusement. With a huff, ] My knees hurt and you are feeling me up instead.

Is that not helping?

[He tries to sound genuinely confused, and continues to grope.]

Are you sure?

Yes!

[ She shifts against him and glares at him. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she tries to hurt him, but it's impossible to hurt someone made of steel. ]

That is not my knee!

You are exasperating tonight!

[Pietro admonishes her and rolls his eyes, but he removes his hand from her ass without even one more squeeze. If Wanda wants attention to her knees, that's what she'll get. He shifts their positions quickly, gently half-shoving and half-lifting her off his lap to a sitting position on the couch, then takes up the rest of it, like she claimed he'd done before, lying on his stomach and propping himself up on one elbow. With his free hand, he reaches out to run his fingers down her thigh, and stops at her knee, where he rubs softly.]

Now you have nothing more to complain about.

[ That's where he's wrong. She now wants to complain about the lack of a hand on her ass.

Wanda sprawls against the corner of the couch with one foot curved precariously on the edge while she digs the other into the cushions. There's nothing at all ladylike about how she's positioned on the couch, but she doubts he particularly cares. She doesn't. If she was to move about, she's sure he'd grow even more exasperated and stop touching her. She peers down at him and eyes him suspiciously. There's nothing innocent about what he's doing. ]

It hurts.

[ She tilts her chin up as she declares it, peering down her nose at him. ]

A lot. I may never walk again if you don't take care of it.

I'm taking care of it!

[There's more than a hint of exasperated whining in it, and he moves his hand off her knee to kiss it instead. It's ridiculous, but he mostly just wants her to be quiet for two minutes.]

[ That's better. Wanda smiles, uncaring if he sees it. She stays still, not wanting to accidentally kick him if she was to readjust her feet on the couch. She's silent for barely a minute before she hums lightly. ]

It hurts less now. Except here. [ She leans forward to brush her fingertips against the side of her knee. ] Ouch.

[He shakes his head. This is how today started, Wanda telling him where to kiss her, an annoying game of seeing how long he'll keep it up before ditching her in a huff. Pietro doesn't mind, because it's still better than being ignored like earlier, and he can make sure she gets irritated with him too.]

Here?

[He kisses the indicated spot, slowly, sucking at her skin until he's bruised it and made it worse. Maybe it actually hurts now when he pulls back to poke at his mark.]

Is that better?

No.

[ Yes, it is. Wanda stares down at him as she considers what she wishes to say next. How long will he let her do this before he sighs in exasperation and leaves her on the couch? Perhaps she shouldn't push it… but she wouldn't be her if she didn't. ]

Here too. It's very uncomfortable. [ She taps her fingers behind her knee. ]

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