[ considering he hasn't grown exasperated with her insisting on keeping some distance between them with her antics, wanda takes this as a good sign. she cocks her brow as she regards him for a quick moment. then she gestures with a wave of her hand and an overly sweet smile at herself. ]
I know I am one of the best kissers and you will feel even worse about yourself, but… I'm willing to be very gracious and help you learn how to be better.
[ well, that's wanda. unselfish. here to help the hopeless. she's glad amos sees that. ]
'Think'? [ she cocks her brow as she regards him incredulously. ] 'Might'? This is not very convincing, Amos. I don't think you heard me when I said I had many people to kiss.
[ clearly, because she's a generous person helping him and all. it's easier to hide behind the playfulness than admit that she wants something. admitting as much will invite the world to take it away. ]
[ there's no hesitation or playfulness in her response there. wanda nods slightly, looking at him. although she's nervous, she doesn't wish to make him think she's lying. ]
Sometime today, Amos. [ she smiles at that, unable to help herself from needling him. ] I have many things to do.
[ 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. ]
( they can both be a little unsure. the kiss isn't tentative but he knows who he's kissing and he definitely doesn't want to push for too much so he just...eases himself into it.
his hand settles on her waist and he leans into the kiss a little more. )
[ pulling away from him slightly, wanda scrunches up her nose a little as she laughs lightly. ]
Your beard is scratchy.
[ but that doesn't prompt her to pull away completely. she kisses the corner of his mouth before taking his bottom lip between her teeth. she rests her other hand against his cheek. ]
( so, don't get that in your head, wanda. she doesn't seem to hate it too much because she's touching him and kissing him again, two things that he would not have thought possible before all this. )
[ although, if he doesn't want it shaved, she'll do as he suggests—she'll simply deal. she'd kissed a synthezoid and built a family with him. she can withstand a beard.
with the hand touching his face, she brushes her thumb against his beard. ]
Is there even a cheek under here? Hm. What are you hiding? [ she pulls away from him to make a show of playfully scrutinising his face. ]
[ when she pulls away, she ignores the racing of her heart. she's only ever been cheeky with vision, and that had been a long, long time ago now. ]
Did you like that?
[ even though she can easily discern that with a little nudge into his mind… wanda much prefers it when people answer at times, especially when the question is along the lines of that. ]
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after a long moment, she purses her lips and shakes her head. ]
Maybe. But I think you will be very intimidated to know who that is.
[ it her. ]
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( not even her. )
Try me.
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I know I am one of the best kissers and you will feel even worse about yourself, but… I'm willing to be very gracious and help you learn how to be better.
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( amos can't help but laugh, giving his head a shake. )
I think I might want to take you up on that.
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'Think'? [ she cocks her brow as she regards him incredulously. ] 'Might'? This is not very convincing, Amos. I don't think you heard me when I said I had many people to kiss.
[ there's a line. it's just located elsewhere. ]
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( if she's going to say that, he's just going to call her out. )
Why aren't they here kissing you right now?
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Because you're here, and I sent them all away so you wouldn't feel bad about yourself while you learn.
[ see? kind, generous, unselfish. ]
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( and weird, if true. but he knows it's not. )
So, you want me to learn to kiss with you?
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[ clearly, because she's a generous person helping him and all. it's easier to hide behind the playfulness than admit that she wants something. admitting as much will invite the world to take it away. ]
Don't you agree? Learn from the very best?
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( laughing, amos moves closer to her, a grin on his face. )
You've grown by leaps and bounds in one conversation.
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she postures as smug to hide how nervous she is about him coming closer. ]
What can I say? I am a very quick learner. You seem like a slow one. You might need a lot of practice.
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( because he wants to kiss her but he doesn't want to make her nervous or do something she might not really want. )
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[ there's no hesitation or playfulness in her response there. wanda nods slightly, looking at him. although she's nervous, she doesn't wish to make him think she's lying. ]
Sometime today, Amos. [ she smiles at that, unable to help herself from needling him. ] I have many things to do.
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so, he does, closing the distance between them and fitting his mouth to hers for another kiss. )
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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. ]
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his hand settles on her waist and he leans into the kiss a little more. )
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Your beard is scratchy.
[ but that doesn't prompt her to pull away completely. she kisses the corner of his mouth before taking his bottom lip between her teeth. she rests her other hand against his cheek. ]
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( so, don't get that in your head, wanda. she doesn't seem to hate it too much because she's touching him and kissing him again, two things that he would not have thought possible before all this. )
You'll have to deal.
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[ although, if he doesn't want it shaved, she'll do as he suggests—she'll simply deal. she'd kissed a synthezoid and built a family with him. she can withstand a beard.
with the hand touching his face, she brushes her thumb against his beard. ]
Is there even a cheek under here? Hm. What are you hiding? [ she pulls away from him to make a show of playfully scrutinising his face. ]
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( he likes this beard! it took him a long time to grow it. he shakes his head. )
There is a cheek under there and I've been without but I like the beard. It's staying.
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I doubt there is a cheek there.
[ leaning closer to him now that she can, she narrows her eyes as she scrutinises him. ]
I'll have to check it a little more closely.
[ perhaps boldly, wanda smiles and kisses his cheek before she nips at him lightly. ]
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( what the hell is happening right here? amos doesn't know but he knows he likes it. he really likes it.
his eyes flutter shut when she kisses his cheek. )
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Did you like that?
[ even though she can easily discern that with a little nudge into his mind… wanda much prefers it when people answer at times, especially when the question is along the lines of that. ]
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( but his lips pull into a smile as he says that and he laughs. )
Hated it.
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Then you should try to be better.
[ of course, it's never wanda's fault. although, she won't do it again if he doesn't like it.
gripping his shirt, she pulls him forward. ]
Try it again.
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