[It's less a matter of propriety and more that she's expected to cook here later, but the protest dies on her lips as Loki scoops her up. Wanda's arms wind around his neck and she can't help but laugh. It's thrilling how easily he carries her, as if she weighs no more than a bag of feathers.
This time it's her turn to nuzzle into his neck and slowly kiss her way up to his jaw.]
We don't cook in the living room. [Her tone is teasing, but but her smile fades to something more serious when she pulls back. That wasn't an answer.] I mean it. Are you sure?
[Wanda's losing her will to protest. She knows Loki wants her in this moment, that her kisses aren't unwelcome, and the temptation to let that be enough is great. She wants so badly to just surrender to what they clearly both want.]
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This time it's her turn to nuzzle into his neck and slowly kiss her way up to his jaw.]
We don't cook in the living room. [Her tone is teasing, but but her smile fades to something more serious when she pulls back. That wasn't an answer.] I mean it. Are you sure?
[Wanda's losing her will to protest. She knows Loki wants her in this moment, that her kisses aren't unwelcome, and the temptation to let that be enough is great. She wants so badly to just surrender to what they clearly both want.]