[Everything is always so light with Dick. Being with him is like holding the strings of a kite, knowing that it will sweep her up into the air also. It's an bubbly feeling she's come not only to anticipate but to long for. While Wanda doesn't rely on him to make her happy, to make her feel good, at the same time she has to appreciate how much he contributes to that.
Standing on the fountain with him, teasing each other back and forth, she'd felt that bright, light feeling in her heart. Even knowing that they were walking her home to separate at the end of the evening.
And in the blink of an eye, she can feel it change. The shift within her seems to take place with him as well. At that moment of recognition. They've touched so many times, kissed often enough that it's a familiar thing to her now. Still, there's something different in the way he reaches out for her now. The added pressure to his grasp as he cups her face, or how he kisses the corner of her mouth. Teasing the nerves there that aren't stimulated as often as the fullness of her lips.
His words trip past her ear, making her tense, making her press forward even as her toes curl in her boots.]
I want you too. I want...
[So, so many things. The words, the touches, the few fantasies she's had seem to bubble up all of her own accord and it's only the fact that they're out there in public that keeps her from letting them all spill forth. She turns her head slightly in his grasp and catches the pad of his thumb gently between her teeth. Lets go with the barest press of her lips.]
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Standing on the fountain with him, teasing each other back and forth, she'd felt that bright, light feeling in her heart. Even knowing that they were walking her home to separate at the end of the evening.
And in the blink of an eye, she can feel it change. The shift within her seems to take place with him as well. At that moment of recognition. They've touched so many times, kissed often enough that it's a familiar thing to her now. Still, there's something different in the way he reaches out for her now. The added pressure to his grasp as he cups her face, or how he kisses the corner of her mouth. Teasing the nerves there that aren't stimulated as often as the fullness of her lips.
His words trip past her ear, making her tense, making her press forward even as her toes curl in her boots.]
I want you too. I want...
[So, so many things. The words, the touches, the few fantasies she's had seem to bubble up all of her own accord and it's only the fact that they're out there in public that keeps her from letting them all spill forth. She turns her head slightly in his grasp and catches the pad of his thumb gently between her teeth. Lets go with the barest press of her lips.]
I don't want to linger here.