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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
She tugs her shorts down and kicks them off, along with her panties, too. Wanda lies naked beneath him as she sighs in exasperation. Wanda hardly feels irritated at all, but it's fun meeting his exasperation with her own. ]
[It annoys him to no end when she implies he's slow and lagging behind, but despite that protest, he settles himself between her thighs, hands running up her sides.]
What do you want?
[He makes it sound like her 'come here' was an inconvenient obligation.]
[ She peers up at him with a defiant tilt of her chin. Him, as always. It's an answer that will frustrate him for sure, but Wanda doesn't care because it's the truth. ]
Here.
[ She taps her fingers against her right shoulder. ]
[No. She's on this again. Pietro sighs, and this time it is very real irritation. But... he does as she asks, slowly, kissing and sucking at that spot on her shoulder, using his teeth once he's made a distinct red mark there. Wanda gets what she wants, always, but he'll take something for himself too, bringing his fingers back to her abdomen and stroking teasingly, trailing lower and back up, looking to make her flesh quiver beneath his touch. She might try to direct it all, demand things, but her body will beg for him, and then he'll be satisfied.]
[ One day, Pietro will learn that asking such a question is dangerous. The answer's always the same. Him.
She laughs lightly and sucks in a shaky breath, shifting beneath him as she tilts her head to the side and sucks her stomach in. His touch is ticklish and not at all as demanding as it often is. It's something she likes, the way he's predictably unpredictable and unpredictably unpredictable at times. She never knows what she's going to get when he's acting impatient.
She digs a hand into his hair, gripping hard at the thick and fluffy strands. She wants to keep his head tucked against her neck forever. ]
I won't be able to go outside if you give me a hickey there, Pietro.
[It takes him a moment to respond, sucking more deeply and making sure that mark is a little larger than originally planned. His comment is muttered close to her skin, deterred from pulling back too far by her hand in his hair.]
Good. I can have a day to myself while you stay home.
[His fingers slide lower, then move to her inner thigh to pinch and fondle roughly.]
[Pietro snorts and starts in on a second mark above the first, to make certain she does stay home. She won't, he knows, not really. Maybe wear a scarf, or have some barely believable explanation for it all ready to go in true sitcom shenanigans fashion. As she parts her legs, his fingers roam over to rub against her cunt and seek out her clit. The conversation is so dissonant with what they're doing, but he participates all the same, his argument spit out quickly between bites and tonguing of her skin.]
It is bread! It does not matter which kind I get. They are all the same!
[ Wanda gasps and jerks against him, digging her heels into the bed when he touches her. Why are they talking about bread when he's doing this to her? Right, because he's Pietro and he's utterly frustrating and she's Wanda and she likes to frustrate him. ]
There is different bread, Pietro.
[ She's determined to see this stupid conversation out, especially to distract him from the way she lifts her hips up and digs her hand in his hair in encouragement for him to keep touching her.
Wanda tries to keep her voice steady, but she utterly fails. ]
Wholegrain… Gluten free… You always get the bread about to expire.
[He bites harder, but that's mostly due to her tightening her grip on his hair. Once he's found where he wants his thumb, running roughly over her clit, he slides two fingers inside her with little warning.]
... It's cheaper when it is to expire. You eat it when I get it.
[ She shudders beneath him, gasping and tilting her head back. Why are they talking about bread? Why does he make stale bread sound so sexy? That's one thing she can't tell him or he'll pester her incessantly until she can't look at bread again. ]
Shut up.
[ She gasps it out and wishes that her voice was firmer and stronger, but Wanda bucks her hips up, digging her feet into the bed as she wishes for him to slide in deeper. ]
[Pietro obliges, going harder and deeper with his fingers, but he chuckles softly, because he can catch it in her voice, what this conversation is doing to her. It's his voice and not the subject matter, but he's going to run with it while he has her under his control for the most part.]
Are you turned on by bread? Do I need to buy you a baguette next time?
[ She's never going to hear the end of this, is she? She's dug her grave; she figures she'll enjoy being trapped inside it, especially with how he's choosing to help her dig right now. ]
A baguette will be nice to— [ How she's even speaking is beyond her capacity to think right now. She shifts her hips upward and closes her eyes, red sparking behind her eyelids. She drags her nails down his back as though that's enough of a punishment for him being a pain in the ass. ] —to smack you with! Violence against Pietro with bread is a very, very— [ Her breath hitches. ] A very big turn-on for me.
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[ 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.
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[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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[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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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.
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Stop whining or it might be two birthdays.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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[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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[ To successfully fail. There's a big difference!
She tugs her shorts down and kicks them off, along with her panties, too. Wanda lies naked beneath him as she sighs in exasperation. Wanda hardly feels irritated at all, but it's fun meeting his exasperation with her own. ]
Come here.
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[It annoys him to no end when she implies he's slow and lagging behind, but despite that protest, he settles himself between her thighs, hands running up her sides.]
What do you want?
[He makes it sound like her 'come here' was an inconvenient obligation.]
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[ She peers up at him with a defiant tilt of her chin. Him, as always. It's an answer that will frustrate him for sure, but Wanda doesn't care because it's the truth. ]
Here.
[ She taps her fingers against her right shoulder. ]
It hurts, too. Maybe you will kiss it better?
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She laughs lightly and sucks in a shaky breath, shifting beneath him as she tilts her head to the side and sucks her stomach in. His touch is ticklish and not at all as demanding as it often is. It's something she likes, the way he's predictably unpredictable and unpredictably unpredictable at times. She never knows what she's going to get when he's acting impatient.
She digs a hand into his hair, gripping hard at the thick and fluffy strands. She wants to keep his head tucked against her neck forever. ]
I won't be able to go outside if you give me a hickey there, Pietro.
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Good. I can have a day to myself while you stay home.
[His fingers slide lower, then move to her inner thigh to pinch and fondle roughly.]
I will get more done. Be productive.
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And what will you do?
[ It comes out breathier than she'd like.
Wanda parts her legs in what she hopes to be an inconspicuous manner. She doesn't need him to either ask her to do so or even point it out. ]
You cannot be trusted to shop alone. You never get the right bread.
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It is bread! It does not matter which kind I get. They are all the same!
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There is different bread, Pietro.
[ She's determined to see this stupid conversation out, especially to distract him from the way she lifts her hips up and digs her hand in his hair in encouragement for him to keep touching her.
Wanda tries to keep her voice steady, but she utterly fails. ]
Wholegrain… Gluten free… You always get the bread about to expire.
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[He bites harder, but that's mostly due to her tightening her grip on his hair. Once he's found where he wants his thumb, running roughly over her clit, he slides two fingers inside her with little warning.]
... It's cheaper when it is to expire. You eat it when I get it.
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Shut up.
[ She gasps it out and wishes that her voice was firmer and stronger, but Wanda bucks her hips up, digging her feet into the bed as she wishes for him to slide in deeper. ]
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Are you turned on by bread? Do I need to buy you a baguette next time?
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[ She's never going to hear the end of this, is she? She's dug her grave; she figures she'll enjoy being trapped inside it, especially with how he's choosing to help her dig right now. ]
A baguette will be nice to— [ How she's even speaking is beyond her capacity to think right now. She shifts her hips upward and closes her eyes, red sparking behind her eyelids. She drags her nails down his back as though that's enough of a punishment for him being a pain in the ass. ] —to smack you with! Violence against Pietro with bread is a very, very— [ Her breath hitches. ] A very big turn-on for me.
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