explosion | OPEN POST.

You're too late. It has been done.

[He says it with finality like she'll never get the knot out, but he's already threading his fingers into it to fix it, too gently for the way he sounds annoyed by her complaint.]

I thought you were tired? Let an old man sleep.

I was until the old man knotted my hair, and now I am worried about starting tomorrow off all on the wrong foot.

[ She sighs loudly, even though she can tell from how he touches her that he's untangling the knot he's created. Wanda closes her eyes and smiles, liking that this is a ramification of her usual wish.

Although she's tempted to blindly run her hand across his face and into his hair, she keeps both hands tucked against her chest and his. ]

You need a haircut. You look very ugly today.

[She never stops.]

Well, I'm tired now, of listening to you.

[He pulls on the hair he'd just freed from its knot.]

I might go sleep on the couch.

No.

[ She ensures to lie heavily on top of him as though he's not stronger and quicker and able to shove her off. She relaxes against him, boneless and hopefully heavy enough to discourage him from slipping away and onto the couch. ]

I'll stop now. No more talking. I promise.

[It's exactly the reaction Pietro expected, and she won't be a nuisance again until morning under threat of him squirming out from underneath her and sleeping in the other room. He brushes her hair out of the way to rest his hand on her back between her shoulder blades.]

Good.

[He needs to have the last word, it's his birthday.]

[ Wanda remains quiet, enjoying the feel of his hand in her hair and against her back. She could fall asleep if she let herself, but she doesn't want this day to end. Tomorrow will be just another day, and it won't feel special anymore. She's always been greedy on their birthday; she likes sharing a day with Pietro, one where their parents feel closer than they have in years.

After a few moments, she begins to hum The Addams Family theme song. While she promised to not talk, she didn't promise to be completely quiet. ]

[He'd almost fallen asleep, almost, and there she goes. Pietro twitches, and he's very tempted to follow through on his threat and go sleep on the couch. But she's comfortable-ish at this point, and he doesn't like to sleep on the couch - it's scratchy and lumpy and too small. What he does instead is wait, like he might be too far gone to hear her, and then snore loudly. He will keep that up as long as he needs to to drown out theme songs.]

[ That's a fake snore if she ever heard one, but Wanda continues to hum before she stops and plays along. At least he's not shoving her away.

But as he snores, she pretends that she's barely awake and shoves her hand in his face, blindly searching for his mouth. There's his nose, then his forehead, and oh, there's the mouth. She pushes her hand firmly over his lips so she can hum again in quiet. ]

[He barely restrains himself from making an irritated noise as she paws at his face, but in the end, he lets her have her way, as usual. He'll deal with the humming until he actually falls asleep, the only indication he isn't there already is one harder press of his fingers at her back.]

Ow.

[ It's quiet, but it's audible enough for him to hear. She presses her hand flat against his mouth in retaliation as she keeps her cheek tucked against his chest. It's stupid, she knows; she'll lose this fight as she often loses most fights. He has the upper hand due to his position, and while she can win by poking him in the eye… that's hardly what she wishes to do.

But she does poke him on the tip of his nose. It's deserved. ]

[He hadn't intended to start this, but he should have anticipated it, muttering something in irritation as she prods his nose with her finger. It's a half second later that he can't take it anymore and all previous inclinations towards patience get thrown out. Pietro shifts quickly, flipping them and settling his dead weight over Wanda easily, keeping hold of both of her wrists and looking down at her pointedly.]

No more humming. Or poking. Or you will be sleeping on the couch.

[ Wanda's laughter is cut short by the weight of him. When she wants to shove at him, she can't. Pietro has always been stronger, and she's always let him do what he wants. ]

I will not sleep on the couch.

[ She's sleeping here, right here. Wanda does her best to wipe her smile from her face so she can peer up at him sternly. ]

Where I go, you go. If I go on the couch, you go on the couch. It was my other birthday wish.

[ And you can't break wishes, Pietro! ]

Then you stay, and be quiet.

[Pietro doesn't trust her to, so he steals her method of ensuring it and just covers her mouth with his hand. He's done here, shifting off of her just enough not to keep her entirely pinned, but held securely.]

[ She sighs against his hand and makes a show of rolling her eyes. She'll stay quiet! She can do that! While the urge to hum as though she's arguing with him is there, Wanda remains quiet. He'll eat his own words. He'll regret the day he stopped hearing her voice.

Except, after what feels like five long minutes to her, she licks his hand. ]

[Pietro scoffs, low and ending in a growl of frustration, and he pulls his hand away. He can't exactly admonish her for that, because he'd almost done it to her himself, so he just wipes his hand off on her arm and pushes himself up on one elbow.]

I'm not tired anymore. I think I will go out, see some people I did not catch at the park today.

[It's a different tactic, and ill-advised, but Wanda has annoyed him enough for it.]

No.

[ She clenches her jaw and wraps her legs around his middle, locking him in the best she can. With her arm free, she loops it around his back to pull him down. Wanda doesn't care how the position makes her feel; it's utterly ridiculous to cling to him in such a way, but it's his fault. ]

You have spent enough time with everyone else today, Pietro. It's my turn.

Then don't be such a nuisance.

[He doesn't mind all her clinging though, despite sounding exasperated, and makes no move to pull away or disentangle himself. His tone is far less admonishing than it could be, soft and resigned, and before she can say anything else to irritate him, he leans in to kiss her, lingering and a little rough.]

[ Perhaps it's a good thing he kisses her before she can utter another word. What she was going to say was utterly profound: he is the nuisance.

And he is right now. Wanda opens her mouth beneath his and glides her hand up his nape into his hair, closing her fingers around the fluffy strands to tug and scrape her nails against his scalp. She sighs happily, keeping her legs wrapped around him despite the awkward tension it puts on her lower back. She doesn't want him to think he can kiss her and run off. ]

[They may not get to sleep any time soon after all, but Pietro is fine with this alternative, exploring her mouth with this tongue and enjoying the silence for the moment, though his own pleased noises break it when her nails rake over his scalp. He moves one hand under Wanda's back so she doesn't have to cling so tightly, the other wanders down to her hip.]

[ Very reluctantly Wanda unwinds her legs from around him and settles with her feet planted against the bed and her legs spread to accommodate him between them. There's still a chance for him to run away, but Wanda doesn't think he will, not when he's so ensnared by her again. She keeps her arms looped around his neck and experiments with dragging her nails down his nape to see if he makes that very pleasing sound again. ]

[It's not difficult to draw out more of those noises, not when it's late and he'd expended a lot of energy from their couch escapades, and Pietro loses a little focus on kissing, leaning into her touch. He slides his hand up from her hip along her side, fingers trailing under her shirt to run lightly over her ribs, too lightly. He has every intention of making her react as easily as he does. He continues with casual and sloppy kisses down from her mouth, along her jaw and neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.]

Hm.

[ Wanda tilts her head to the side and closes her eyes, absently brushing her nails against where his neck melds into his back. She sucks in her chest as though that's enough to run away from him, but Pietro has always been faster and quick on the draw than her.

She murmurs, ] That's ticklish.

Good.

[It's muttered against her skin, and he doesn't let up on her neck, nor her ribs. She deserves this.]

This is payback.

[It might not get to her as much, constant stimulation and too-light touches, but he's going to try to draw out enough whining that he feels satisfied with revenge for not letting go of his foot on the couch.]

For what?

[ She knows what.

Wanda shifts beneath him and clears her throat gently. While she wants to arch away from him, she shifts into his hand. She'll regret that later, but while his fingers are featherlight and ticklish, she much enjoys the way he's touching her. ]

I have been nothing but be nice to you, Pietro.

You know.

[She knows. As she presses closer against his hand, he pulls it back to maintain only a ghosting touch, settling the other firmly on her abdomen to keep her in place. He slows his fingers even more, and returns to the same places that get more shivers or twitches he can feel.]

Nice? Please, you are a horrible sister. The worst, so mean to me.

[It's the kind of thing she's more apt to complain about, and it sounds less sincere or whiny coming from him, but this is his attempt to mimic her, as poor as it is.]

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