[ better to be pushy than to be nervous. she thinks to tell him that, but…
when he finally broaches that distance, wanda's not quite sure what she had been expecting. fireworks? a swell of music? nothing like that happens, although the little plant continues to hum a pretty little tune from sokovia. instead, wanda's not quite sure where to put her hands, very aware that this is amos standing in front of her. but then she relaxes against him, opening her mouth beneath his, and rests a hand against his bicep, gently squeezing as though she has to remind herself that he's actually here and this isn't some illusion. ]
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when he finally broaches that distance, wanda's not quite sure what she had been expecting. fireworks? a swell of music? nothing like that happens, although the little plant continues to hum a pretty little tune from sokovia. instead, wanda's not quite sure where to put her hands, very aware that this is amos standing in front of her. but then she relaxes against him, opening her mouth beneath his, and rests a hand against his bicep, gently squeezing as though she has to remind herself that he's actually here and this isn't some illusion. ]