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[ 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. ]

[It's an awkward angle, and he half lifts up her leg to reach that spot with his mouth. The same amount of attention goes into that kiss too, and he roughly prods her heated skin with his tongue. Only after that, Pietro doesn't pull away, and just continues to kiss her knee without being told where to exactly. He's taking initiative there, because he'll be at this forever if he doesn't. Wanda can just deal with that, or he can drop her on the floor for being a brat and take all the couch space for himself. He lets his fingers trail up the back of her thigh.]

[ She laughs and sucks in that laugh as she peers down at him. It's so awkward on the couch. Why do they always pick such awkward spots to do this? She stares at him as she considers her next words—she wants to stay here in this little pocket of contentment, but she dislikes how her back slopes against the arm of the couch and how he takes up so much space while still looking so small. ]

I am tired. [ Her voice isn't as demanding as she'd like, especially with how her gaze softens and she stares at him. ] Will you take me to bed?

It's about time.

[Pietro has no protest for that. They're always on the couch lately, and it's annoying. She never turns off the television, there's not enough room, and the cushions are worn and scratchy. He doesn't tell Wanda to get up, because he knows take me to bed means he's expected to carry her there, whether or not she has the excuse of her poor knees. And he does so, quickly scooping her up in his arms despite the awkward angle to get a good hold, and dropping her off in the middle of the bed a moment later.]

There. Do your knees still hurt, or are we moving on?

[He stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed like he's issuing an ultimatum, but he's still going to do whatever she says.]

[ No matter how many times he speed-runs her anywhere, she always feels a little winded. She needs a moment to catch her breath as she sprawls on the bed.

Well, her knees still hurt, but Wanda knows that's only going to frustrate him the more she whips it. Resting on her elbows, she peers up at him before her gaze drifts to the suncatcher still in its place by the window. She wishes for the sun to glow against it every single time she looks at it.

Wanda frowns. ]

All of me hurts now after you threw me!

[ See? She can change things up in her old age. ]

I didn't throw you!

[He waves one hand dismissively, discounting her accusations.]

It was a gentle toss.

[Climbing up on the bed, he lies on his side, propped up on one elbow, and looks down at her.]

You were squirming anyway, and you can't hold that against me.

You were holding me all wrong.

[ See? It's still his fault! She looks pointedly up at him before she rolls onto her side to face him. Resting her elbow against the bed, she leans her cheek against her open palm and makes a show of rolling her eyes at him.

She nudges his calf gently with her foot. ]

Did you enjoy your birthday, Pietro?

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