[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
[ She smiles and wrinkles her nose, brushing her fingers through his unruly, soft hair. She ensures to drag her nails over his scalp, enjoying that he's now quiet and still. It won't last for long. ]
If you misbehave, at least I know how to best punish you.
[ Again, she ignores her furious blush. She'd liked it. She doesn't want him to think she hadn't. ]
[He leans into the scrape of her nails over his scalp, less in his usual eager way and more like a contented cat in his current lethargic state. Nothing feels too slow at present, and he's going to enjoy that while it lasts. Running his fingers along her stomach, Pietro frowns and makes a questioning noise.]
There was a lesson to be learned?
[After a contemplative 'hm', he shrugs.]
Well, that was hours ago, wasn't I? Of course I have forgotten. You may have to remind me tomorrow.
[He squirms a little, just to feel the reminders still there, tender spots and bruises, and evidence of Wanda.]
[ Wanda sighs heavily and shakes her head. She tuts for good measure as she continues to scrape her nails against his scalp. ]
You are hopeless, Pietro. What will I ever do with you?
[ Aside from keep him for herself. She's happy to be selfish in this instant. ]
If you're too hopeless, I'll have to change our lessons. I don't think you'd want that.
[ Less spanking. Less allowing her to be the one who actually gets to dominate. She likes the flush of power she feels at that, at him trusting her enough to let himself be vulnerable and submit. ]
[Pietro rolls his eyes, though it takes so much effort to do so right now. Wanda will never stop. He shifts and presses himself close at her side, snaking one arm around her.]
There is maybe a shred of hope for me.
[It sounds like a concession, because he very much liked those lessons, and he should be honest about it. He can learn that much at least.]
[ She holds her hand up, almost pressing her index and thumb together. There's a small space between both fingers as Wanda narrows her eyes to inspect it. But it'll always be big enough to earn him a spanking as long as he wants it. Saying as much is too easy.
She grunts and makes a show of wriggling beneath him. ]
[Wanda, please. Pietro sighs in annoyance, at both her display and her grumbling and wriggling. He curls in on her a little, and moves his arm from her stomach, but it's just to cover her mouth with his hand.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
Happy Birthday.
no subject
[ She smiles and wrinkles her nose, brushing her fingers through his unruly, soft hair. She ensures to drag her nails over his scalp, enjoying that he's now quiet and still. It won't last for long. ]
If you misbehave, at least I know how to best punish you.
[ Again, she ignores her furious blush. She'd liked it. She doesn't want him to think she hadn't. ]
We should do that until you learn your lesson.
no subject
There was a lesson to be learned?
[After a contemplative 'hm', he shrugs.]
Well, that was hours ago, wasn't I? Of course I have forgotten. You may have to remind me tomorrow.
[He squirms a little, just to feel the reminders still there, tender spots and bruises, and evidence of Wanda.]
no subject
You are hopeless, Pietro. What will I ever do with you?
[ Aside from keep him for herself. She's happy to be selfish in this instant. ]
If you're too hopeless, I'll have to change our lessons. I don't think you'd want that.
[ Less spanking. Less allowing her to be the one who actually gets to dominate. She likes the flush of power she feels at that, at him trusting her enough to let himself be vulnerable and submit. ]
no subject
There is maybe a shred of hope for me.
[It sounds like a concession, because he very much liked those lessons, and he should be honest about it. He can learn that much at least.]
no subject
[ She holds her hand up, almost pressing her index and thumb together. There's a small space between both fingers as Wanda narrows her eyes to inspect it. But it'll always be big enough to earn him a spanking as long as he wants it. Saying as much is too easy.
She grunts and makes a show of wriggling beneath him. ]
Your arm is heavy. Are you trying to crush me?
no subject
Go. To. Sleep. I am tired.
[The latter comes out as a whine.]