[Her head turns at once into the touch, shivering as he touches her hair. Up until these raves, Wanda hadn't quite realized how touch starved she was, but sitting there with Dick, dancing downstairs and pressing up against so many others she's all the more aware of that fact.
And as his voice drops, as she becomes equally aware of the intimacy of this moment between them, Wanda gives him a faint smile.]
I would have regretted not coming.
[Just like she thinks she would regret not taking advantage of this moment. Maybe it's the powder, maybe it's the rooftop rendezvous or maybe it's entirely him, but Wanda finds herself drawn closer. On an impulse, she closes the distance and presses a kiss to his lips, soft and tentative. It seems only right to give him the opportunity to back away.]
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And as his voice drops, as she becomes equally aware of the intimacy of this moment between them, Wanda gives him a faint smile.]
I would have regretted not coming.
[Just like she thinks she would regret not taking advantage of this moment. Maybe it's the powder, maybe it's the rooftop rendezvous or maybe it's entirely him, but Wanda finds herself drawn closer. On an impulse, she closes the distance and presses a kiss to his lips, soft and tentative. It seems only right to give him the opportunity to back away.]