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[doggish]

Not too long.

[Maker, but that feels good. Better than it normally does, for Fenris doesn't flinch or tense up in preparation of the pain that will surely follow. Pain has no place here, not when he's in this dreamy half-asleep state. His hand rises, covering her own, in part to keep it there and in part simply to touch her.

He likes touching her. He likes her, sweet and kind and straightforward, and that's a little bit remarkable unto itself, when it takes him so long to like anyone. But there's an understanding there, however faint. An acknowledgement born on mutual horror and trauma; she understands that part of him as no one ever has before, and Maker, but he had not realized how lonely that such a solitary existence was until now.

It's not that no one has ever cared. Of course they have. But there are things he doesn't have to explain to her; horrors and traumas to the depths of his thoughts that he can simply offer up as they are, not having to explain them. that he has not ever shared with anyone before. She looks at him and she knows, she understands, and that's—

How can he not seek her out?]

But it is vastly improved with your company, now.

[He turns his head, his lips brushing gently against her palm in a kiss. It's daring, a little, but not really. And he keeps his eyes on her, steady and, if not questioning, at least silently waiting for permission. It's all so simple in the dream; all his hesitations and fears and horrors swept away, hazily muffled in favor of this immediate, warm desire.]

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda smiles warmly at him and gently rubs her thumb back and forth over his cheekbone. His skin is so soft and warm and if it's not hurting him, she wants to touch him more. It's part of how she shows affection, but she's really wanted to ever since the time he carried her to safety when her manna had run out. Fenris is precious, the only person other than her brother who really understands certain things.

(That's not exactly a bad thing - she hates that someone else has experienced this, but at least they don't have to suffer alone.)

So she's not really surprised that the soft feelings she has for him are starting to blur into something decidedly not platonic. How could they not? She has been alone with this for a year, and after what had just happened at home, Wanda wasn't expecting to ever find acceptance, much less true understanding, ever again.

Her breath hitches at that kiss right to the scar she still bears from the Scepter.]

Fenris...

[Does he know what he's doing to her? How weak she is to that? It feels like the most natural thing in the world to lean forward and softly kiss his lips.]

[doggish]

[It's almost amusing how easy it is. As if they've done this a thousand times, their mouths slotting together just so, and he knows just how to turn his head to make it deeper. Her lips are so soft, he thinks faintly. Softer than his own, and he sighs through his nose, delighted by it. By her, the sweetness in her mouth, the way she sounds as he leans in, deepening the kiss—

Ah, and he pulls back with a little gasp, his eyes flicking over her face. His mouth is aching pleasantly, and oh, he very much wants to do it again, but . . .]

Yes?

[She'd been the one to initiate it, but still: it never hurts to check in. His fingers drift up, absently pushing a strand of her hair back.]

Tell me yes. Or tell me no. I wish only to please you . . .

[Though, hm, the way his eyes dart down suggest he has a few ideas in mind already.]

[seeingscarlet]

[It feels like they've always belonged this way. They fit together so sweetly and Wanda can't help but moan softly into the kiss. He is so warm, his lips soft against hers, and his psychic presence a kind of comfort that defies definition.

She opens her eyes reluctantly when he pulls back, already hungry for more.]

Yes. [It's sweet that he's checking in, but perhaps she needs to be clearer about how badly she wants this. She kissed him first, after all.] I want to make you happy.

[She doesn't mind if he looks; her dress has almost slipped off her shoulders anyway and she's in no mood to do anything about it. Except she would really rather kiss him again and so Wanda does, more passionately this time. She'll learn how he likes it best the more they do this, but this really is a case where the journey is just as good as the destination. She feels so warm, so safe, and for a moment she forgets herself and wraps an arm around him to pull him closer.]