[He obeys without hesitation, shifting his position once again so he's on top of her and can kiss her greedily, eyes closing subconsciously so he can float in this pure sensation for a few glorious moments. She's already so close--he breaks from the kiss to add another finger and increase the pace, and he has to open his eyes now so he can catch every second of her expression.
How nerve-wracking it must be to have a lover that can't intertwine her thoughts with your own. How would he know she needs him to shift his angle, like so? How do other people stand it, without having that glorious echo of pleasure? No, she's the only one for him, now and always.
She needs just a little more to send her over the edge, and he has an idea what might do the trick. He lowers his head next to her ear and whispers, voice rough and full of desire.]
I love you, Wanda Maximoff.
[He always has. He always will. And so he reinforces those words with all his heart, knowing she can feel it, too.]
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How nerve-wracking it must be to have a lover that can't intertwine her thoughts with your own. How would he know she needs him to shift his angle, like so? How do other people stand it, without having that glorious echo of pleasure? No, she's the only one for him, now and always.
She needs just a little more to send her over the edge, and he has an idea what might do the trick. He lowers his head next to her ear and whispers, voice rough and full of desire.]
I love you, Wanda Maximoff.
[He always has. He always will. And so he reinforces those words with all his heart, knowing she can feel it, too.]