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[Geralt stills begrudgingly as he stares at her, bristling and frowning as the magic washes over him. He's not sure if he likes that more or less than being tossed in a bath, but it is over a lot quicker.]

Thanks.

[He says, with zero sincerity in his tone. He strides past her and her tail and walks into her apartment, looking around and back to her.]

Suits you.

[The place? The tail? He doesn't specify.]

[Wanda is an adult. She was always the more mature of the Maximoff twins despite being the younger one.

...that does not stop her from briefly sticking her tongue out at Geralt's back before slithering in after him.

She uses her powers to close the door because it's much easier than doubling back. Her apartment is mostly still in the almost-art-deco-style it came in, but she's added some cozy touches. She does appear to collect candles.]

Sit down, get comfortable. I'll get you something to drink.

[The foul mood is gradually dissipating, giving way to an amused look when she sticks her tongue out at him. As he loiters around the couch he picks up a candle and sniffs it, seemingly unwilling to just sit.]

You live alone? [He asks as she slithers away to get drinks. It's strange, he feels like he knows this girl intimately and yet, not at all. He doesn't know who she spends her time with, how she lives. It feels strange to be in her home, like he's out of place but he belongs here all at once.]

[Well, he's here; if he wants to fidget with her things instead of sitting and relaxing it's still a kind of victory.]

There's no one else from my world. Just me.

[It's a difficult position to be in. There are people who care about her here, of course, but it's a new kind of 'alone.' Sokovia and Ultron and the Avengers always require an explanation. At the same time, she hasn't wanted to get a large house like the Guardians did in anticipation of the others showing up. She's not sure she wants to live with them again. She's not sure she deserves to. There's too much unresolved pain, and Wanda's already decided that if she gets a choice, she's not returning home. All that's waiting for her is pain and a cage.

She'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt but it's better this way. For everyone.

Wanda comes back with two cold glasses of strawberry lemonade.]

If one of my friends comes here, we'll figure it out.

[Geralt takes the drink, breathing in the sweet smell and flaring his nostrils just slightly when the citrus hits him. Still, he takes a deep swig of it as he awkwardly loiters around the room.

He studies her as she speaks and it's curious, that it sounds like she's alone but he's not actually sure if she's lonely. Strangely, he feels like he wants to know more but feels he ought to offer information about himself before he tries to solicit it from her.]

There's five of us from The Continent, including me. Two of them from a future I haven't lived yet. Two of them I live with.

That sounds nice, to have so many friends. [Or at least, not enemies.] But maybe a little strange to be from different times?

[She wonders what they had to do to get Geralt to live in a house with them. From what she's seen from him, she's sure there was no small amount of grumbling on Geralt's part and arm-twisting on the other two's.

Maybe if she sits - or drapes herself - on the couch first he will stop pacing around. She's almost getting tired just watching him.]

Come sit. Relax.

Friends. [Geralt repeats, skeptically. He supposes he can't deny that they're friends when he lives with them.]

One's a sorceress. One's a bard. They're noisy. [Tiredly, he adds.] Of the other two, one is my brother and one hates my guts.

[He watches her drape and admittedly it looks inviting, so he traipses over and sits beside her. Without asking, he lifts her tail up and sets it down on his lap so he can run his fingers over the scales curiously.]

If that is the worst you can say about them, they must be your friends.

[She's teasing, but when he touches her she just melts. Wanda sighs softly and carefully snuggles closer. He's still injured, and right, she's supposed to be doing something about that. Glowing fingers skim lightly over his cheek and she works on those cuts and scrapes first. It's probably best to start at the top and work her way down? (Little does she know that she won't make it that far.)

As she works, the tip of her tail curls around his ankle. It makes her lamia instincts feel better, okay? She knows she shouldn't want more than this, but he's so close and he's so warm and she just can't help but want.]

[That remark earns her a soft, sincere chuckle. She's right, he won't fight her on it. It also warms him to know that she knows him well enough to joke like that.

His fingers span curiously over her tail, shifting to accomodate the closeness and allowing his eyes to shut. He decides to indulge her and in turn, indulges himself in the warmth of her touch. He feels that tail coil around his ankle, pleased that it gives him a reason to pretend as if he had other reasons to remain pinned her with her.

He settles into the couch, looking up at her through his lashes. His expression remains dull, but his eyes are searching hers.]

Why are you still kind?

[She's not sure that's the word she'd use to describe herself - she isn't Steve or Vision. She'd kill with no remorse to protect the people she cares about if necessary. But she's not like Strucker or Ultron either.]

We had no one after our parents died, [she says finally, softly.] Sokovia was...broken. We had no heroes, no one to protect us. You know the rest.

I couldn't save my brother or my people. But maybe I can save someone else. I have to try. It has to be worth something. [Gently, she tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear.] But you ask like you aren't kind.

[Pot, kettle...she never gives herself the same leeway she gives others.]

[Geralt's hands trace idle shapes on her tail with his fingertips. He listens intently but doesn't stare too much as she speaks, understanding how vulnerable it is.]

I'm not.

[He says finally, a little callous given what she's just said. He adds:]

If it helps, I'll stay put. Just for a bit.

[His hands feel good and Wanda shivers in pleasure. It's probably not worth pointing out the inherent contradiction here, but it bothers her that Geralt, for whatever reason, feels like he has to tell these lies to himself.]

You are in the ways that matter. I can feel it.

[She snuggles closer, her tail coiling around his calf a little more, and leans across him for a gentle kiss.]

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Mm.

[It's dismissive, but at least he's not arguing. He doesn't like the conversation and much prefers what follows, much prefers her lips. He meets her part way and catches her lips, returning the gentle pressure as his fingers span curiously over her tail. They slide up and up to where it joins at her hips. An interesting shape, but a welcomed one.]

[Well, it's one way to shut Geralt up. This discussion isn't over, just...tabled. Because unfortunately(?), it's also a great way to distract Wanda too.

She moans softly into the kiss as his hands begin to wander. His touch makes that deep feeling of want blaze brighter and she just can't pretend anymore. Even though the only clothing she's wearing is basically a sports bra, it still feels like it's too much. She kisses him again, deeper this time, slowly letting some of that wanting unfurl.]

Is this all right?

[Geralt's hand is wandering up her side toward the contraption she wears. Easier to remove than a corset, but challenging in its own way. His hand slips under the band of it, taking his time.

His focus is on feeling her, the contrast of her warmth and soft skin against his cool, calloused ends is an endless fascination for him. He feels her start to open into the kiss and it makes him hum, softly.

When she speaks, it's almost as if he's awoken from a trance. His eyes are dull, he looks confused.]

Why wouldn't it be?

[She's very close to just saving him the trouble and magicking it off, but if she does she's sure she knows how this will end...and that's a decision she needs him to make with his brain, not his dick.]

You're hurt and I am...like this.

[She touches his cheek tenderly. She's monstrous in body now. Even if he wasn't injured, she couldn't blame him for preferring someone more human-shaped. She didn't care when he was a merman, but everyone has their own limits. Even if they do nothing more than kiss, she still has fangs.]

I want this, but only if you're sure.

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Like what?

[He asks, seemingly confused by the question. He leans in to the touch, his eyes falling shut for a moment before he opens them again and trails them over her form.

His hand slides up her, cupping her face and circling his thumb over her cheekbone.]

I want this. I want you.

[He leans in, catching her lips for a soft, lingering kiss.]

My body is changed. [She's used to being called a monster in some circles. Now, some would argue, her outsides have only changed to match the part.

There's a beauty in the jewel-like nature of her scales that even she has to admit but it's not something everyone can see. But Geralt...no, it was the right thing to do to check but she should have had more faith that he wouldn't be repulsed.

She kisses him, softly the first time, then with growing hunger.]

If you want me then take me.

[Geralt's lips part like he wants to counter that, but struggles with the words. He doesn't want to sound perverse, but he finds her attractive in many forms. Now, in particular, there's something very intriguing about the possibilities she offers.

That's definitely perverse.

But she kisses him with increasing hunger and his own hunger grows, he shifts over her so a knee is braced either side and deepens the kiss. One of his arms is weak, but the other is strong enough to guide the small of her back up to press her flush against him.]

[Well it's hardly as if her own thoughts are innocent. But she is still worried about hurting him and so for now it's best if Geralt takes the lead. She's not sure he'd like it if she properly wrapped him up right now.

He'll find that she's capable of a much deeper backbend than she normally is, which is already saying something. As a lamia, she's blessed with a much greater flexibility in the spine than a normal human.

She clutches at him desperately as they kiss, one hand tangling into his hair.]

Bed?

[Geralt grunts in response, distracted. He'd like to stay, but suspects that the further they get into this the harder it will be with her.. extensions. He peels away from her and off the couch, then leans back down to scoop her up.

The additional weight from her tail doesn't seem to hinder him and, once she's in his arms he feels a strong sense of deja-vu from her dream. He doesn't let it bleed too much in, though his brows furrow as he looks around.]

Guide me?

[He says, but he'll walk until he finds a bed.]

[If he wasn't hurt, she'd wrap the end of her tail around him so that half of her isn't trailing behind them. But it's not far, at least, so Wanda guides him with psychic nudges to her bedroom while she kisses down his neck. Her teeth graze his skin lightly, but she doesn't bite. Not without permission - she knows the kind of effect her venom can have on someone.

Her bed is larger than she normally needs, but it's mainly because she's tended to turn into a lamia more often than not, and during those weeks she really does need the larger bed. There's plenty of room for Geralt to set her down and then position himself however he wants.

Her tail curls loosely around the edges of the bed, though the tip does make another attempt to wrap around his calf even as she tries to pull him down for more kisses.]

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