[Wanda makes a soft, unconscious sound of protest at the loss of contact, as necessary as it might be. Thank goodness she'd had the luck to pick the simplest dress in her provided wardrobe. A leather belt and the cord wound around her waist are the only things preventing him from removing her dress. Really, it's probably going to be more difficult to get Loki unbuckled and unlaced than to get her undressed.
Can't he just magick himself out of it? Wanda's getting the distinct impression he's doing this just to torment her a little longer. She wants him so badly, and she wants to let him claim her even more.]
Maybe you have, [she murmurs, closing the distance between them again.] With your smile...your voice...your heart.
[Wanda rests her hand over it for a brief moment for emphasis before her fingers trail over leather and fabric to the nearest fastening and she glances up at Loki for permission.]
Let me?
[Can't he have some small amount of pity on her? At least enough to let her feel his skin on hers.]
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Can't he just magick himself out of it? Wanda's getting the distinct impression he's doing this just to torment her a little longer. She wants him so badly, and she wants to let him claim her even more.]
Maybe you have, [she murmurs, closing the distance between them again.] With your smile...your voice...your heart.
[Wanda rests her hand over it for a brief moment for emphasis before her fingers trail over leather and fabric to the nearest fastening and she glances up at Loki for permission.]
Let me?
[Can't he have some small amount of pity on her? At least enough to let her feel his skin on hers.]