[ To do that he has sit up, has to scramble up and out of that lovely cradle of her thighs, which was definitely a serious strategic error on his part. Shoes and socks are quick work, jeans he unbuttons with a little less grace only because he's still desperately hard.
He has his shirt tugged halfway off before he even... before he remembers. Then he stops, fabric gripped tight in his hands. He'd forgotten. She'd made him forget.
Maybe she'd let it go this time, if he asked to keep it on. Probably she would, because she's Wanda and she's never once asked him for more than he wants to give.
If he's willing to hold onto the lie. Willing to hide from her. To let that part be more important than this.
He comes to a decision and the shirt is tossed away, but there's probably no way to pass the moment off as anything other than what is was. The flicker of fear passes, uncertainty tucked back under a smile, but he doesn't quite reach for her yet. He holds out his open hand, face soft and a little chagrined. The choice to take it is hers. ]
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He has his shirt tugged halfway off before he even... before he remembers. Then he stops, fabric gripped tight in his hands. He'd forgotten. She'd made him forget.
Maybe she'd let it go this time, if he asked to keep it on. Probably she would, because she's Wanda and she's never once asked him for more than he wants to give.
If he's willing to hold onto the lie. Willing to hide from her. To let that part be more important than this.
He comes to a decision and the shirt is tossed away, but there's probably no way to pass the moment off as anything other than what is was. The flicker of fear passes, uncertainty tucked back under a smile, but he doesn't quite reach for her yet. He holds out his open hand, face soft and a little chagrined. The choice to take it is hers. ]