[No, not rejection, never rejection. Wanda clutches Loki tighter and rests a hand on his cheek in an attempt to reassure him. She started this, and after reaching for him, kissing him, and telling Loki she loves him, she's not going to snatch it all away unless he tells her to stop.]

I am yours if you want me to be. Only yours. [It feels like she can't breathe as she strokes his cheek and searches his expression for a glimmer of hope. What they have is so fragile.] Is that all right? I want to show you how wrong they were, but not just tonight. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.

[Wanda knows him too well, knows that it would take a small miracle for Loki to say that he loves her so soon. But is it such a stretch to ask him to claim what she freely offers? All she really wants is to hear him say that she is his; Wanda would never have expected Loki to offer himself in return not five minutes after their first kiss.

He gains a lover tonight if they continue, whatever he wants to call her, and if he doesn't want her to become much freer in her affection in the days to come she needs to know now, before it hurts them both. It would still sting, but better to slow down now.

Loki is far too important to her to screw this up.]