[Wanda holds his gaze, though it's pretty clear that she's losing this particular staring contest. Her breathing turns shallow and she can feel anticipation coiling in her stomach. She wants, so badly, her torte all but forgotten aside from the few bites she'd managed before they both decided to up the ante.
She's both prepared and totally unprepared for the speed and surprising care he shows when he decides it's (finally) time to make good on that promise. Wanda's squeak of surprise turns into a laugh as she winds her arms and legs around him and leans up to kiss him. She is, as always, careful not to push for more than he's comfortable giving, and when she senses it's time to pull back, she buries her face in his neck and breathes in deeply.
After an entire dinner's worth of teasing, she needs this.]
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She's both prepared and totally unprepared for the speed and surprising care he shows when he decides it's (finally) time to make good on that promise. Wanda's squeak of surprise turns into a laugh as she winds her arms and legs around him and leans up to kiss him. She is, as always, careful not to push for more than he's comfortable giving, and when she senses it's time to pull back, she buries her face in his neck and breathes in deeply.
After an entire dinner's worth of teasing, she needs this.]