Wanda was perfect, and perfect for Pietro; he didn’t understand how anyone could think their connection was something wrong or broken or obscene (except for, of course, how it was obscene in all the best ways). Wanda was his light, his love, his home. “These are very good options,” he said with pretend gravity, tangling a hand in Wanda’s hair, the other trailing patterns on every inch of bare skin he could reach. “Why don’t we do it both ways and see which one she happens to see?”
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Date: 2017-12-27 12:42 am (UTC)Wanda was perfect, and perfect for Pietro; he didn’t understand how anyone could think their connection was something wrong or broken or obscene (except for, of course, how it was obscene in all the best ways). Wanda was his light, his love, his home. “These are very good options,” he said with pretend gravity, tangling a hand in Wanda’s hair, the other trailing patterns on every inch of bare skin he could reach. “Why don’t we do it both ways and see which one she happens to see?”