explosion | OPEN POST.

[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.]

A horrible sister!

[ She gasps, although it's not from her feigning offence at his ridiculous claim. Wanda wriggles beneath him as she tries to glare up at him—and finds that she can't, not with how he touches her lightly. This isn't the way Pietro often touches her; he's firmer, more impatient, but now he's being a pest. And she likes it. ]

I have been nothing but the best. How would you know what a horrible sister is like? You have always had the nicest, kindest and most generous sister.

[ She makes a point of wriggling and pushing against his hand as though that proves her point. ]

I have a demanding sister. Just look at this.

[He furrows his eyebrows and frowns at her wriggling.]

Can't wait even two minutes to get what you want.

[Pietro chooses one spot at her side, a soft place between two ribs, and drags one finger along that slight dip, over and over without shifting his pace or the pressure.]

I'm going as slow as I can, but imagine it is worse than this. And I will do this for twenty minutes.

[He won't, because he can't stay focused that long, but he's making a point.]

[ Wanda sucks in her stomach as though that's enough to pull away from his fingers. He won't last twenty minutes. She'd be surprised if he lasts two. Pietro is nothing if not incredibly impatient, and the fact that he's trying to prolong this is amusing in itself.

But she won't ruin this for him. Instead, she wriggles some more. ]

You are being too slow, Pietro! I want it before our next birthday.

[It is. So. Slow. He's annoying himself more than her, he's sure, forcing a continued drag of his finger in the same repetitive motion. Already, he's moved on to stroking his thumb over her lower abdomen instead of just holding his hand still there.]

Stop whining or it might be two birthdays.

[ It might be posed as a threat, but Wanda likes to think of it as a promise. He has no plans to spend their birthday with anyone else but her. She has him for the next two birthdays, and hopefully the next two if he prolongs this even further. ]

I am not whining. I'm giving you constructive feedback!

[ She glares up at him and shifts beneath him, making it a point to wriggle so his hand slips against her skin. She much likes where he's placed his hand. ]

[He's the one doing the teasing, but as she continues to argue and wriggle like that, he's getting exasperated and can't stop an irritated whining noise from escaping.]

Okay, we're done with this.

[Pietro abandons all attempts at demonstrating the slow torture, moving his hand down from her ribs to settle firmly at her hip. He knows Wanda liked what he was doing with his thumb, so he stops that, pulling her shirt up to expose more skin, leaning down to kiss and nip above her navel while trailing his fingers far more hurriedly up her stomach and to the curve of her breast instead.]

[ For a brief moment, Wanda panics that he's going to bolt away from the bed and claim the couch in spite. But then he's moving away from her and taking his thumb from its very nice place. Wanda's not sure if she wants to complain about what he's chosen to do instead. ]

Pietro!

[ She laughs and wriggles before she stills. Threading her hands through his hair, she arches slightly off the bed before she stops moving entirely. While she doesn't think he's going to abandon her for the couch or floor, Pietro's as temperamental as she is, and if he's feeling spiteful, he'll leave her to take to the very edge of the bed and ignore her. And that goes against her wish for the day. ]

[It doesn't take long before he expresses frustration again, pulling back and letting go completely. But it's not to run away, it's to pull off his shirt and look at her pointedly as he tosses it to the floor.]

Come on, take your clothes off, we don't have all night.

[He's been half undressed since the couch, and she needs to catch up.]

[ Wanda sighs heavily as though what he's asking of her is a very taxing ask—and it is, in a way. She's comfortable with him being naked and her being clothed and with his hands roaming all over her and having to pull at her shorts this way and her shirt that way.

Wanda does her best to sit up as much as she can with him on top of her. Removing her shirt is a game of trying not to elbow him squarely in the face, but she tugs it up and off and undoes her bra.

With her fingers tucked into her shorts, she looks at him pointedly. ]

How am I meant to take them off if you are there, Pietro? You set me up for failure with your demands.

Is that not what you do to me?

[Yet he moves obediently, shifting to sitting beside her - radiating impatience all the same, and still getting in the way a little with roaming fingers over her hip as she tugs her shorts down.]

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