explosion | OPEN POST.

[ 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.]

I set you up for success.

[ 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.

I was waiting for you.

[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.]

You.

[ 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?

[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.]

I will get more done. Be productive.

[ She rolls her eyes. Brat. ]

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.

[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.

Will you shut up?

[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?

Yes.

[ 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.

[He hisses as her nails rake down his back, and that only encourages him to go slower once again, pulling his fingers almost all the way out, then idly pushing them back in, hooking them and prodding against tight muscle while she writhes underneath him.]

Maybe we skip the bread.

[He brings his free hand to his back, pressing her fingers harder into his skin.]

But you could a be a little more violent.

[His thumb vibrates at her clit, but his thrusting fingers are still and slow.]

[ How is she meant to think when he's vibrating inside of her? Wanda digs her nails into his back before she even gets to think—that's the problem with Pietro, he robs her of so much, like very simple thought.

She jerks beneath him and closes her thighs around his hand to keep him trapped there. Her skin's hot and her breathing's grown impossibly shallow. ]

Stop.

[ Although, she doesn't want him to. But it's best if he does so that she can think. ]

I cannot give you what you want if you keep doing that, Pietro. [ Even though she really likes it, she wants to drive him insane instead. For emphasis, she digs her nails as sharply as she can into his back and drags them down his spine. ]

Too much for you?

[His tone verges on mockery, as he's achieving what he'd wanted, one-upping her for her earlier torture on the couch. Pietro does stop the vibration though, leaving his fingers and thumb where they are, but unmoving, trapped between her hot thighs. Yes. Fuck. His response is more of a low moan than a hiss this time and he arcs his back into the bite of her nails.]

Shit, Wanda.

[His fingers twitch inside her involuntarily.]

Yes.

[ It's always too much with him. He gives too much and she takes too much, but Wanda will never change the way that they work when she gets to have all of him. Especially when she gets to have him like this.

She drags her nails up his back again before digging them in as she trails them long and slow down the length of his spine. She doesn't stop once she reaches the small of his back, enjoying tracing the shape of his ass as she digs her nails in.

With her breath hitching, Wanda growls, ] What do you want, Pietro? It's your birthday; I'll give it to you.

[ She wants it to sound as though this is a one-off when she'd happily give him anything wants at any time during the year. ]

[Pietro rarely asks for what he wants, not in this way, content to grumble about Wanda's slow and gentle touches that drive him crazy. He likes that despite his complaints, he does, but sometimes it's not enough or it's too much, and he needs something hard and deep and so present it doesn't get lost to his detachment from time. Her nails bite sharply, and though she's agonisingly slow about it, as always, Pietro likes the fire they leave behind, sensations that still linger endlessly, but not in the same way as something soft and light and out of reach, and his heightened enjoyment of it is obvious in the pleased noises he can't hold back.]

Fuck.

[It's all he gets out at first, too distracted by her hands on his ass and that growl in her throat. When he does have something coherent to say, it's not demands or instructions, but what he wants the result of it all to be.]

I want to feel you tomorrow, still, all over me.

[So even if he does go out alone like he said he would, the memory of Wanda's fingers will be imprinted in his skin, and every time he moves they'll remind him who he belongs to. He'd never say as much, not unless it's dragged from him under duress, and he chooses to be somewhat vague enough that he can deny he asked for it later.]

Just tomorrow?

[ Wanda emphasises her feigned disappointment by dragging her nails heavily along his spine. She keeps her other hand palming his ass as she considers what she wishes to do. She has always liked being soft and gentle with him, liking how he often grows biting and frustrated, but she can do this, too. The idea of leaving a mark on him sparks heat to rise to her skin and spark deep in her belly.

She palms his ass roughly before she removes her hand. It's an awkward position with her being under him, but Wanda makes it work. With her feet planted on the bed and her legs spread to cradle him, she brings her hand down to smack his ass. ]

Did you like that?

[ While her voice might be firm, she doesn't mean for it to be. If he wants her to be rough, she'll be rough within the limits that he wants, even if it's just trailing her nails sharply all over him. ]

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