[ Matt stretches to meet her as she moves. One hand curls around her, at the spot where skin gives way to scales; the other slips from between their bodies to find her arm. Matt cranes his neck and tips his head just so, just in time to catch Wanda's mouth with his own.
It's not a deep kiss, or at least he doesn't plan it that way. But he's curious, so curious, to reach out with the warmest, brightest, most vibrant pieces of himself, and see what chords they strike in her. This kiss, like all kisses, feels miraculous to him, like a door opening onto an undiscovered planet. So he's more than willing to linger here, letting his lips part softly under hers. ]
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It's not a deep kiss, or at least he doesn't plan it that way. But he's curious, so curious, to reach out with the warmest, brightest, most vibrant pieces of himself, and see what chords they strike in her. This kiss, like all kisses, feels miraculous to him, like a door opening onto an undiscovered planet. So he's more than willing to linger here, letting his lips part softly under hers. ]