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[ He offers her a very warm smile. ]

With you? Always.

[ And he doesn't even mean just the sex. While he enjoys that, she was his go-to for synchrony before they were lovers, and he still feels that pull like gravity. ]

We all use the tools we have. What matters is if you figure out what works for you. The rest doesn't matter. We're really only here to... offer you ideas to try.

[Shaxx is...special to her. It's hard to describe, but what she feels really is a sort of gravity. She trusts him above all others here, and even more than some of her former teammates. He's been an unfailing source of support and she knows - she absolutely knows - that he would never have let Ross near her. He certainly wouldn't have turned on her.

She's just fond of him, and there is very little she wouldn't do for him. ~~Bitchslap a Hive god? Sure.~~

Wanda smiles back and lets her mind press to his again so he can feel the warmth he inspires in her. It's oddly fitting that the Guardians call their powers 'Light,' because that's exactly what he's been to her.]

It's better than I'm used to. [And she might not just be talking about training, but before this can get weird and emotional and derail dinner, she continues:] We had ideas...stupid ideas, sometimes, but no one was ever sure if they were even possible. And knowing that it actually works for someone helps.

[She never would have even tried to work on the pseudo-Dawnblade technique otherwise. Because physically it shouldn't be possible, but Osiris can pull it out of thin air like it's nothing.]

[ Fireteams have each other's backs. It's an elemental thing to him now. He's learned since his younger days.

He catches that reminder, of how different things were at home. Now is not the time for his temper, however. There is still the echo of that ferocity, however briefly: I am a wall. I will break those who would hurt you. ]

No idea is stupid if it works. That's something Osiris and I have always agreed on. But it's also easier if you have a framework to build on. [ He thinks about his own struggles with Emerald plant magic. ] ...mostly.

Though I think... from what you've said of your world, your power is unique. That also makes it more difficult.

[Wanda's table isn't a particularly large one, but it's keeping her from kissing Shaxx right now so they might as well be sitting on opposite ends of the big meeting table at home. But that stray thought still makes something in her absolutely melt, and she sends him a promise of her own: And no one will hurt you while I am around.

(She would kill for him if it came to that without hesitation or guilt. There is a viciously protective side to her that the Avengers were never able to soften...but for a certain caliber of Trouble, it's absolutely appropriate.)]

You should have seen me learning to fly. That was a stupid idea. [She laughs, then abruptly stops, features lit up.]

You know...if you got really good with your plant magic, you might be able to make them throw things for you.

[ It's not that the potential for viciousness is what attracts Shaxx, but he definitely considers it a bonus. It's just another aspect of her, similar to her power, part that builds into the whole he finds so strong and attractive. It's only right for them to be so protective of each other, in his estimation. ]

Everyone looks a bit silly when they're flying. But it's still fun.

[ Her suggestions earns a speculative look. ] If they can move that fast... yes, that would be interesting. Good. I'll have to try it.

[She will lose him one day - unless she accompanies him home - but she will not lose him here in combat.]

Now that I don't worry so much about falling, yes.

[That particular kind of stupid.

By this point Wanda's mostly done with her dinner, she's just continuing to munch on her biscuit.]

Happy to help, but...maybe don't try to give them grenades.

[ He laughs. It's not a mean sound, as such, just surprised and amused. ] I would love to have seen your face! A bit like the first time I ever figured out a thundercrash, I bet. [ He'd been more exhilarated than scared, but it had still been...startling. ]

[ The look he gives her next statement is so eloquent, spoken words are not required. Who does she take him for? What a ridiculous suggestion. Of course he's going to give plants grenades, if they're competent to throw anything at all! ]

Stark has a suit of armor that can fly with repulsors on his hands and boots. Vision thought maybe my powers could do the same and it's a little like it? But I don't have to work so hard to balance.

[...nope, not quite in the mood to talk about them right now.

Wanda gives him a Look, then sighs deeply. Oh no. Oh no. Plants with grenades. What has she unleashed upon the world?]

...I'm going to go get the dessert ready. Take your time.

[She's gone for a few minutes cutting slices of the torte for them. She also takes this opportunity to shrug out of her robe so she's left in the burgundy and black lingerie set she'd been wearing underneath. Unwrapping the second dessert a little, in a way - she is getting just as impatient as he is.

Again Wanda levitates the dishes to the table, very casually, as if she's not walking out of the kitchen half-naked.]

I hope you like chocolate.

Huh. Hands and feet seems... unsteady. And you might need your hands for something else. [ Definitely not how Titans jump, though they don't truly fly. And he knows that's not how warlocks do it. They keep their hands free for guns, after all.

Without the distraction of talking to Wanda, he demolishes the rest of his meal in short order while she's in the kitchen. He glances up when she comes back with the cake, struck by the dual thoughts of that's really not suitable clothing for any kind of combat and she could be wearing even less, which would be nice.

Chocolate is something he can take or leave, in the sense that he'll eat it if it's there and if it's not, he's not going to pine over it. But he's never said no to a dessert on principle. He glances at the torte, but he's definitely mostly looking at her. ]

I like what I see.

Good. I wanted to make sure you get a good sample of Sokovian treats.

[Wanda settles back into her chair and arches her back in a nice stretch...which so very conveniently highlights her breasts. And from that grin on her face, she knows exactly what she's trying to do: One last 'appetizer' before second dessert.

But also this cake is very much the definition of death by chocolate and she is going to relish every bite.]

I'm sending you home with some of this so that I don't eat it all and make myself sick. This is one of my favorites.

[ If she's offering, he's looking and not being at all shy about it. ]

You'll make Saint and Osiris very happy men. Even if I'm not going to be wearing that when I hand it over.

[ Not as happy as him, though. Definitely got the best end of the deal, in his estimation. He eats a bit of the dessert, but Wanda wasn't kidding about how rich it was. ]

I don't think I've had anything like this before.

[And it's because his desire is so obvious that Wanda never feels even the least bit self-conscious with him. Is it corny? Maybe. But he clearly doesn't care so neither does she.]

Don't let them eat it all. It never lasts as long as you think.

[It speaks to Shaxx's character that he's even considering sharing it, honestly.]

It takes some time but it's worth it. But with that much chocolate I don't think anyone could ruin it if they tried.

There is beauty in impermanence. [ Look, he's read a lot of poetry. And has thoughts about transient things as someone who is effectively immortal. ]

Let Saint have a crack at it and you might change your tune. Though he is getting better. [ He tilts up his fork. He's certainly not volunteering to try making something like this himself. He knows he's a completely indifferent cook and even less of a baker.

Really, the attempt at conversation is him playing along, but he's about out of patience. ]

I'm going to have two more bites of this excellent dessert, and then I'm taking you out of that chair.

[And that's super fair. But Wanda's going to risk one last round of Titan-bothering and just hope that her furniture survives.]

Two bites? I must not be trying hard enough.

[Wanda reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, slips it off, and flings it to the side. If ever a grin said 'come and get me,' it's this one.]

[ Oh, he knows exactly what she's doing. Good job, Wanda. But his will is strong. He's a Titan. He does not move.

Shaxx looks at her, intent and intense, and very deliberately takes one bite of the torte. Doesn't rush chewing. Swallows. Another bite. He sets the fork down very gently.

Then he's on his feet so abruptly that the chair falls over, and across the span of the table in a move that somehow disturbs no dishes even though it certainly should have. And as promised--threatened?--he is dragging her out of her chair and into his arms. ]

[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.]

[ He mouth tastes of chocolate; the kiss isn't a long one, but it is deep and sweet and he thoroughly enjoys it. His hands come down to cup her backside, finding the line between flimsy fabric and skin.

He quickly covers the few steps to the nearest wall, putting her back against so he can let his hands wander, up her sides to cup her breasts. ]

[She nuzzles his neck, murmuring something soft and appreciative as his hands settle on her ass. Even without a sync, she loves his hands on her. They're big and strong and she's seen what he can do with them...but there is always such care in his touch. She feels completely safe with him, and as they settle against the wall she knows she's in no danger of being dropped.

Getting out of her bra earlier may not have worked as a ploy to get him to abandon the torte, but it was definitely the right choice. She's free to arch shamelessly into his touch and enjoy the feel of his calloused hands on her bare skin. And perhaps a small roll of her hips against him, but she's in no rush. Right now she just wants to savor him.]

I told you the second dessert would be the best.

[ The arched back is another invitation, as far as he's concerned. He's flexible enough to bend down and trail a few kisses over her breast, sucking her nipple briefly between his lips.

Then he nuzzles her neck, under her ear, smirking against her skin. ]

Even sweeter than the first dessert.

[Wanda closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall to grant Shaxx all the access he could want. She is just as shameless in the soft moans and sighs his attentions earn and it's as natural as breathing to offer the beginnings of a sync.]

I hope you saved room. [She slides a hand into his hair, cradling his head close to her.] I want all of you.

[ He opens himself to the sync without hesitation, welcoming her in with a wave of lust and affection.

He slides a hand between them, his callouses catching a little on the silky fabric of her panties; the heat of her against his palm has him grinning against her neck. He presses just the edge of his teeth into her skin. ]

Tell me how you want me to take you.

[The psychic contact feels so good that it's enough to make her moan as the sync opens fully. She cannot say which feels better right now, his mind entwined with hers or his hands on her, but combined this is heaven.

She is wet for him already and desperately wants to rock into his touch, but that light graze of teeth is enough to make her freeze, interpreting it as a silent 'stay still.' His only answer at first is a soft whimper and barrage of feelings and desires - she wants to feel surrounded in him this time, she wants to watch him lose himself to pleasure, she wants to be one with him. She just...wants him, in any way she can have him.

Words. Words are a thing. A difficult thing, when one is currently half-naked and being pressed against a wall by one's favorite Titan.]

Take me to bed, or take me here. I'm all yours.

[ The tension of her trying to hold still is pleasing in a very different way, a kind of game that he normally doesn't play that touches on something a little feral in him that he keeps carefully buried. Followed by that much silent want makes him shudder against her, breathing out hotly against her neck.

He very much wants to give her all of those things. And what he wants in return is to despoil her until she begs.

He slides a finger slowly into her, teasing her open. He turns his head to murmur into her ear in a tone that's equal parts promise and threat and warning. ]

Then I'm going to fuck you against this wall until you scream.

[Oh, he'll certainly get everything he wants. It isn't as if Wanda is particularly hard to break on either front - she wants him to know what a good job he's doing.

Her head falls back against the wall with another soft moan as he works a finger easily into her. She's still trying her best to stay still, if he likes that so much, but there's only so much she can take.]

And a little more than that, I hope.

[She huffs out a breathy laugh. It may not be wise for someone in her position to continue to tease a Titan, but she wants this. She wants him. It's a very purposeful offering of herself, a reiteration that he has her full consent.

There's no threat or warning when this is exactly what she's wanted since she picked out her outfit.

I trust you. Please take me.]

I'll make you regret those words. [ Though perhaps not until tomorrow when the sore muscles make themselves known.

Others of his kind, like Saint, might take this as the point to shut the other person up. But Shaxx has always been a talker, for all that he's never said anything he can't back up with his body and skill, and he'd much rather have her words. ]

Already so wet, and I haven't even gotten started. [ He keeps his voice to a low murmur; no need to yell when he's right up next to her ear, feeling very heartbeat echo through her body. He draws his finger out only to slick the rest of her folds down before returning to fingers into her, his thumb sliding over her clit with the level of pressure he learned she liked so much last time.

I will. The promise is there. But not until you shatter for me.

He thinks, very deliberately, of the last time they were together, his mouth on her breasts and his cock deep in her heat and feeling her tremble as she came, his own orgasm in a burst of pleasure. And he rubs his cock slowly against the back of her thigh as he fingers her. ]

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a million years late

still delicious food

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