[Right now nothing needs to be said - Wanda can feel him, and that's enough. She tilts her head back to grant Loki better access, yielding to his greater experience and letting him claim her as thoroughly as he wants. It's the most natural thing in the world: Wanda is his, and Loki is hers. But despite how perfectly she fits against him and how closely he holds her, Wanda still wants more.
She does not want to let him go, and even as she settles back on her heels she stays as close to Loki as she can. There's seating in the living room that's much more conducive to making out but that would require moving. Everything in Wanda is screaming at her to stay close, to not let Loki slip away, to steal just one more moment in his arms.
It really is like falling all at once.]
No one can hear us. [Tenderly, Wanda strokes one cheek and presses another soft kiss to the other. Behind his back, she wiggles her fingers and the curtains slide shut.] And now no one can see us.
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She does not want to let him go, and even as she settles back on her heels she stays as close to Loki as she can. There's seating in the living room that's much more conducive to making out but that would require moving. Everything in Wanda is screaming at her to stay close, to not let Loki slip away, to steal just one more moment in his arms.
It really is like falling all at once.]
No one can hear us. [Tenderly, Wanda strokes one cheek and presses another soft kiss to the other. Behind his back, she wiggles her fingers and the curtains slide shut.] And now no one can see us.