How to Play [ Comment with your character and preferences. ] [ Reply to others, using the RNG to determine your fate. ] [ Feel free to be as serious or as self-aware as you'd like. ] Prompts
1. Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest. Hey little mama, let me holla at you. 2. Gradual. Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them. 3. Excitement and FREAKING OUT. Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh. 3. Hormonal. Girls are so weird but they look so nice. 4. BFF to BF Your friendship is becoming/has become more than that. 5. Secret Crush You can't let you liking the head cheerleader or the king's daughter get out. It would be a disaster. 6. What is this...Love Thing? I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me --- 7. Unacceptable Your brain is betraying you and making you have gross emotions towards that person. 8. You Totally Like [blank]. Everybody knows your little secret. Guess it's not a secret, then. 9. MY LIFE IS OVER. You embarrassed yourself, so clearly no one will ever love you ever again. 10. Grouchy. Or Stunted. Remember how I said not just silly kids can get crushes? This is for all the adults who are finally feeling that fluttery feeling in their chest. 11. Dumb Shows of Affection. You want to show how much you care. These thoughtful gestures can range from not-so-dumb (she likes cookies, I'll buy her one!) to really dumb (I'LL BUY HER A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF COOKIES). 12. Forbidden Attraction. Everyone knows exes are off-limits. It's, like, the first rule of feminism. Also included are siblings of best friends, best friends, and cute people in general. 13. Ridiculously Over the Top. SHMOOPY POOPY CUDDLE BEAR! All sorts of pet names and inappropriate PDA here. 14. Fluffy Moments. Not necessarily dates, but just hanging out and having fun together. 15. Confession. I REALLY LIKE YOU PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME I carved this rock with my bare hands for you. Or maybe something more subtle. 16. Unwitting Object of Affection. Usually an older party or someone completely uninvolved with this malarky, but crushes know no bounds. 17. Adorable Kisses. Please don't let me miss, please don't bump noses... 18. Sloppy Makeouts. Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town. 19. Arguments. You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again. 20.First Time Obligatory smut option, touch a boob, etc. 21. ANYTHING ELSE
Most didn't appreciate her sense of humor, or were too surprised to find that she had one to really appreciate it, or else she just didn't feel comfortable letting her guard down to let out more than a dry one-liner. It felt as though the only Avenger she could be comfortable with was Steve, and he was more of a father figure to her than what she really needed right at this moment. She needed someone who could be a friend, a partner... and Felix was filling that role better than some might have guessed.
She wasn't sure just what she was expecting from this. Not just from the way their relationship seemed to be developing, but also from her soft, barely-managed request for all of him. When his rocking became more passionate, she assumed he took it at face value, adding to the physical level of what they were doing. Instead, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a fierce and encompassing desire, a need, and she wondered for just a moment what caused it until she realized that it wasn't her own need, but rather Felix's reflected back at her.
That alone - knowing just how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to please her, the kind of passionate bliss he seemed to be feeling simply being inside of her - it was enough to drive her over the edge, and she hardly realized that she was climaxing at about the same time that he was. It never really happened like that, except in unrealistic romance stories, but as her body squeezed around his cock as she rode out the waves of blinding pleasure, she couldn't quite bring herself to think of any stories or of anything else at all. She was too busy holding onto him for dear life, a small, strained sound pushing from her lips as the muscle contraction of her orgasm bordered on being so strong it was almost painful.
By the time it finally passed, she all but collapsed against him, panting for breath as she rested her head against his shoulder and tried to get her head on straight. She didn't know if she could survive another round quite that intense, but she knew she wouldn't be able to be on her feet for the next one, given how exhausted her limbs felt.
At length, she gathered up enough energy to say something, and though she searched for something sarcastic and humorous to say, all she could manage was to stretch out her fingers, gently cradling his head to her. "Mine," she whispered, and that was just going to have to do for now, at least until her brain decided to stop working in gibberish.
Felix felt no need for words, himself, merely nuzzling breathlessly against her lips and grinning broadly, holding her close as they both panted softly. He maintained that deep connection, as well, letting her feel his giddy bliss at the way she clung to him eagerly, still, at the feeling of her body pressed to--and wrapped so tightly around--his own, and especially at the affection and wholehearted agreement welling up at that one word with which she replied. By whom else could he possibly want to be claimed? What could he really want more than to be claimed by her?
His hands slowly dragged over her hips before gently grasping and lifting her up; she was more than welcome to cling with her legs, but he could tell she wasn't feeling quite that in control of her faculties, just yet, and he couldn't help but swell with pride at the thought of scrambling her so well. In truth, he couldn't really focus on much besides her at the moment--and given how much he hated the information overload that usually came with his abilities, that fixation on her was more than welcome. He walked slowly, carrying her carefully, taking his time to make their way toward her room. Although the coast was clear for the moment, it would be only a matter of time before other Avengers showed up, and he was pretty sure that if they didn't get out of sight soon, they wouldn't think of it later.
...and he'd be lying if he denied that he still wanted her in her bed, again.
They were saying more with their thoughts and emotions than most people ever manage to say with their words, and that was likely a large reason that Wanda felt the way she did about Felix. The physical aspect of their relationship was nice, and she wouldn't trade it in for anything in the world (especially not when it had taken so unbearably long to get there). But what they were sharing now thanks to their powers made their relationship - such as it was - that much stronger.
His picking her up caught her by surprise, and Wanda made a small sound that indicated as such as she gripped at his shoulders. She doubted that he would actually drop her, but given just how weak her limbs felt after what they'd just done, she couldn't exactly be all too sure. When she realized that he was walking them towards her bedroom, she couldn't help let out a small laugh as she shifted a bit to get herself more comfortable in his arms.
"Are we going to hide in my bed," she asked, "or do something a little more... active there?"
Felix chuckled at her playful query, his feeling of comfort and contentment as she nestled up against him mirroring hers, and nuzzled at her cheek lazily with a soft squeeze of her hips.
"You say that as if I've got to choose one."
He grinned at that, ducking his head enough to nibble at her ear delicately with a hot sigh as he carried her. In truth, he was so preoccupied with her it was almost easier to navigate with his extended senses than by actually looking where he was going. Fortunately, he knew well enough where her room was that it hardly required much attention.
"...'course... not sure how well we'll be hidden, really.. ....mmn, or how quiet..."
Of course, on some level, he'd like to see the look on Steve Rogers' face after barging in to scold them for language only to discover exactly why they'd been using such graphic expletives. It was hardly a secret that he rather enjoyed scandalizing people, but even so, he didn't want to actually embarrass her, or hurt her in any way.
Wanda chuckled, though she couldn't help letting out a soft, contented sigh when she felt him nibbling at her ear. Tilting her head to the side to give him greater access to it and virtually anything else he'd like access to, she let out a soft moan, her warmth and happiness more than evident for someone with his advanced senses.
"Well... we don't have to be quiet."
True, she wouldn't want a lecture from Steve or have to deal with those looks that Tony would be sure to give her afterwards, but she could work her way around that. She was fairly certain Felix would make whatever temporary mortification she might feel more than worth it. So she didn't seem overly concerned about it, instead taking the moment to use her powers to preemptively open her bedroom door as she ducked her head to kiss him again, slowly and lazily.
Felix raised his eyebrows at that retort and huffed a hot breath against her neck, shivering slightly at that shared thought. He'd be more than happy to run interference with Steve, and the thought of Tony giving anyone a hard time for wild sexy romps was preposterous (not that Tony couldn't be preposterous). But moreover, the thought of her accepting that risk to have more of him, that combination of trust and desire, was both heartwarming and thrilling, and he met that renewed kiss readily, tugging delicately at her lips, then murmuring against them between the deeper kisses that followed.
"Mmmnn... almost... sounds like a challenge, when you put it like that."
He grinned and nipped at her lower lip as he carried her into her room and to her bed. He set a knee on it, freeing one hand to catch himself over her as he dropped onto the mattress with her, sparing just enough attention to telekinetically shove the door shut. He huffed and nipped at her lower lip, then kissed her again, supporting himself with that first hand, the other grasping at her backside firmly, to help her adjust her position and get comfortable, keeping his hips nestled down close against hers.
Not that he'd be surprised if she got a bit more take-charge, considering how things went the last time he was in her bed.
The only thing that might make things a little awkward was the fact that she knew most of the Avengers viewed her as some sort of "kid", some doll that could break at any moment and so had to be treated delicately and protected. Catching her in a compromising position would certainly make it hit home that she's a woman and not a little girl, but at the same time, it would more than likely lead to uncomfortable conversations that she'd much rather avoid. If she couldn't, though... well, Steve could probably stand to loosen up a bit, and seeing one of his teammates enjoying herself (before she slammed the door on him, anyway) should certainly help with that.
"Oh? Do you really think you can get loud enough to be heard through walls made to withstand Tony's experiments going awry? Or are you aiming to make me get that loud?"
Either way was clearly more than fine by her, given the way she automatically adjusted as she was suddenly underneath him, shifting a little to get comfortable as she tangled her legs with his and returned his kiss hungrily. Once she regained proper feeling to her extremities once again, she wouldn't be against changing up positions mid-coitus, but for now, she was going to take the opportunity to recover while enjoying him as much as she presently could.
Felix laughed into another kiss, grinning against her lips and rocking against her slowly, his breath slowly but still hot and heavy as it mingled with hers.
"I was thinking more of you..."
He nipped again at her lips, giving her ass a firm squeeze before sliding his hand up along her side, then down again over her hip and down along her thigh as it dragged up against his hip. The feeling of her legs brushing against and clinging to his was exhilarating in itself, especially together with that hint of mischief in her eyes and her voice.
"...maybe your bed. Think we can convince Stark to reinforce that, as well?"
He gave her the most seriously pensive look he could, although she could tell he was teasing her; he enjoyed far too much the thought of her trying to explain to Tony why she needed a reinforced bed. Not to mention Tony's reaction to the idea of anyone else on the team getting any action, especially the Team Little Sister. Not to mention Steve's reaction. Of course, he'd restrain himself for her sake, if she preferred--he didn't want to embarrass her--but his iconoclastic side couldn't help yearning for such an opportunity to scandalize the local authority figures.
"Of course you are," she murmured against his lips, unable to keep from smiling. "I shouldn't be surprised that you'd want to picture me in that situation. Along with a few others."
Her leg wound around his waist to draw him in even closer, and Wanda grinned up at him as her hand slowly snaked downwards, fingers stretched out towards her goal. "We would have to give him a reason to do anything to my bed." Wrapping her fingers around him, she leaned up to brush her lips overs his as she gave him an idle stroke. Despite her teasing, she wasn't particularly looking for anything earth-shattering - or bed-shattering - at the moment; rather, she was enjoying simply being around Felix as her afterglow continued to linger. That wasn't going to stop her from teasing, though.
"Perhaps, with a little luck, it will need repairing by the time we're done."
Felix broke into a grin, himself, at the way she smiled so warmly, mischievously, and impulsively at him, chuckling with a hot breath against her lips, followed by a low groan as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, slick with their mingled juices. He shivered just a little at her playful stroking, his breath catching for just a moment before he stole a kiss, pressing against her quite willingly, his fingertips lazily dragging along her thigh.
"...just a few? Pretty sure I can only think of a few who wouldn't like to picture you moaning and... mmn, shrieking your heart out."
He ducked his head down to nibble at her ear, groaning softly in it as she teased her fingers along his length, contented for the moment just to enjoy her but obviously becoming more and more turned on, again. He rolled his hips slowly, pumping into her hand suggestively. He didn't really make a habit of breaking beds, but the way she fired him up, he had no doubt the could get there, if she was up for it.
"Hmmnh, Wanda... hah, the way you get under my skin... that won't take luck. ......besides, I wanna see the look on his face, too."
"I don't care about those people," Wanda breathed out, voice soft as she moved to whisper in his ear. She kept up with her languid stroking, taking her time to really feel him in her hand and appreciate just how obviously turned on he was getting. Again. Because of her. A girl could get used to that sort of thing. "I care about the only person that will make me moan and shriek."
And it was true; she did care for him, cared for him more than she really knew how to express. But unlike most people, she was sure that Felix was able to guess for himself just what she was feeling, even if she continued to have trouble actually saying anything about it.
But she didn't have any trouble with showing him how she felt, which was the case now as she shifted beneath him, tilting her hips just enough that there was hardly any room between them for her hand. "You should focus more on the look on my face. Especially once you're inside me."
The way they connected, especially with the advantage of their abilities, it was hardly a question of guessing; he could feel the way she cared, just as she could feel his affection for her, his protectiveness, his wish to make her happy--and each flare of desire for her as she caressed his shaft and squirmed under him. He raised his eyebrows and grinned against her lips at that answer, and only more so as she followed up, watching her expression closely, just as she suggested, and giving her a roll of his hips, rocking into her hand and brushing the head up against her belly.
"...well, I guess we know where I ought to be, then, if you want me focused."
He kissed her, lightly, but slowly, tugging at her lips, then murmuring against them with another slow, deliberate rock of his hips. Even before the words came out, she could feel his intention, the flaring need to be inside her, to feel her heat, her tightness, the way she squirmed under him, to take her breath away and make her giddy with pleasure.
It wasn't usual for Wanda to be on the receiving end of the both that sort of protectiveness and that sense of desire that she could feel exuding from Felix; most people felt one way or the other about her, and knowing that Felix saw her as a woman in every way certainly helped her own need for him spike considerably.
A small sound left her as Felix kissed her, her hand momentarily forgetting what it was doing when she felt the heat of his cock so close to where they both knew it should be. It quickly became clear that her hand was in the way, and so she decided that it would have to be put to good use before she slipped it away. And so she guided him right where they both wanted him, shifting beneath him to make the whole process as easy as breathing.
"It's where you need to be. If you know what's good for you."
Felix smirked at that, giving her a playfully combative look.
"If I know what's good for me? Blimey, was that a threat?"
He didn't really pause long enough for her to answer--at least, not fully--before he leaned forward, pressing into her slowly. ...at least, at first, but once he'd sunk into her a couple inches, he couldn't help but ease into her more quickly to the hilt with a low, breathy grunt against her lips, grinding against her and all but pinning her hips to her bed.
"...mmmnhh... seems as though I've loosed the beast, eh? Next I know you'll be... barging into my office..."
He huffed and kissed her, softly and slowly, then tugged her lips, nuzzling across her cheek to her ear and nibbling lightly as he rolled his hips back, groaning as he pushed into her again, murmuring to her breathlessly.
"...climbing on my desk... demanding to be satisfied..."
His fingers curled against her thigh, grasping lightly, then dragging back up to her hip, eager to hold onto her as he pumped into her again, slowly, and again.
Her mouth moved to form the words to answer, but Wanda soon found it hard to do much more than let out a long, low groan as he'd begun pressing into her, slowly at first, before the full length of him was completely seated deep inside her. The way he ground his hips just made it that much more difficult to think about carrying on a conversation, even a teasing one like theirs, but she was nothing if not insistent.
"Not a threat," she murmured breathlessly. "A promise. It will be very good for you." He couldn't deny that, not with what he was doing and the picture he was painting with his own words.
She took a moment to enjoy it all, his voice, his body, the taste and smell of him as he seemed determined to invade every one of her senses. She was putty beneath him, just barely managing to meet his slow thrusts and drag her hands along the lean muscles of his back, and he damned well knew it. She'd be annoyed if she weren't so pleased.
"Why climb your desk? I can just fall into your lap, test the stability of your chair. Over and over and over again."
With a small, breathless laugh, she darted in and lightly dragged her teeth against his throat, gingerly feeling for the pulse with her tongue. "Then when I'm satisfied, you can bend me over the desk and return the favor."
He really couldn't help but grin at that correction as to her meaning, nuzzling into her neck as he pumped into her a little faster, a little harder. He shivered at the light scrape of her fingernails along his back, then groaned softly at her nipping and licking, his hand dragging down along her thigh again, feeling a burning need to keep touching her even as he plunged into her to the hilt again and again.
Of course, the rest of the office might not appreciate it so much, but he couldn't really care less what they thought he should be doing with his office, especially in contrast to how much he cared about pleasing her. Her narration of how she could ride him in his office only got him more turned on, though, especially given how private they'd been up to that point, his breathing heavier and hotter against her skin.
Wanda was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and so feeling Felix pick up his pace and add a bit more strength to his thrusts made her cry out softly, though it was far from an unpleasant feeling. On the contrary, given the quality of that cry and the way she moaned right after, it all felt as close to perfect as she could stand.
Luckily, the fact that he was still talking managed to distract her just enough so that she didn't lose herself to the pleasure just yet. No, it was his turn to lose his words first, and even if it meant wrapping herself around him just a bit tighter and sucking just a little harder at his throat, she was going to make sure of that. It was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make.
"You can call it research," she offered, sounding even more breathless than before as it became obvious that Felix was beginning to lose control. "Extensive research. The sort that really makes you work up a sweat, among other things."
Felix laughed breathlessly at her reply, muffled against her neck just below her ear, the hand at her thigh squeezing and tugging her leg up against his hip encouragingly as she squirmed and clung to him so passionately. He might have suspected she was using her powers to create the feeling of overwhelming desire, except that he could have sensed it--and instead, he felt only her own passion, and her cresting, dizzying pleasure. He was speechless for several long seconds, panting and groaning into her neck as he pumped into her eagerly, increasingly desperate to drive her pleasure higher and higher.
"Mmnhh, Wanda, you're... mhhh, more than.... worthy of a... thorough study.."
When he did speak, he murmured against her skin between gasped breaths, obviously preoccupied, and even without their connection, she could feel palpably how he tensed over her, straining to hold back a little longer. And really, he was barely even thinking about the words. In-between the images she offered of what they could do to one another in his office, he was practically overflowing with thoughts of her clinging to him and trembling blissfully, followed closely by an urge to keep her in bed for hours, exploring her thoroughly indeed--eager thoughts of the next few seconds, of all the irresistibly sensual ways she might react when he'd finally let go.
Though she had excellent control of her powers, Wanda wouldn't be able to help feeling out of her depth if she attempted to use them consistently in the bedroom. They could be fairly destructive, after all, and while she didn't mind the prospect of damaging furniture, she'd rather keep her lovers in one piece.
Especially when she was so infuriatingly fond of this one in particular.
"You're already becoming an expert." Her words came out in a breathless whisper, hushed as she strained to keep up with him. She knew he was close and she didn't dare lose her pace, wanting to build that intensity until he simply couldn't take it anymore and broke. Because if he felt this good now - physically and emotionally - she could only imagine what it will be like when he fully lost control.
Endearing as the compliment was, Felix's attention was entirely captured by the way she moaned and gasped for breath, the feeling of her tension and pleasure, the way she grasped at him and rolled her hips invitingly as he pumped into her again and again. He shuddered, panting against her neck as he strained to hold out a little longer, and his distraction only made the feelings he shared with her less restrained and more primal. She'd wanted his control to slip, and she was absolutely getting her wish.
He groaned aloud into her neck at last, shuddering as he thrust into her once more, clutching at her body as he pinned her hips to the bed, bucking as he came inside her. She could feel the way the pleasure and desire he'd tried to contain ruptured, then sensation of him spurting deep inside her, nestled in her tight heat, between her clinging thighs. Even afterward, he held her close, still, slowly relaxing against her body and caressing lazily along her raised thigh as he panted just below her ear.
Though Wanda was slowly beginning to get used to the sensation of feeling Felix's mind raw and unfiltered whenever things got intense between them, she doubted that it would ever not be distracting. Especially at a time like this, when all she had to preoccupy her thoughts and her every sense was more and more of Felix. It was intoxicating in the strictest sense of the word, and by the time he pushed in deep and spilled into her, she was beginning to get dizzy.
It took her a few moments before she could get through the weary, pleasure-induced haze and groan softly as she shifted beneath him, head lolling a bit as she tried to look at him. She hadn't climaxed again, strictly speaking, but just because her body hadn't reacted didn't mean that the rest of her hadn't reached that high right along with Felix.
Finally, after several long moments of simply trying to catch her breath as her hands slowly traced along Felix's back, she breathed out, "We should 'research' together more often."
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She wasn't sure just what she was expecting from this. Not just from the way their relationship seemed to be developing, but also from her soft, barely-managed request for all of him. When his rocking became more passionate, she assumed he took it at face value, adding to the physical level of what they were doing. Instead, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a fierce and encompassing desire, a need, and she wondered for just a moment what caused it until she realized that it wasn't her own need, but rather Felix's reflected back at her.
That alone - knowing just how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to please her, the kind of passionate bliss he seemed to be feeling simply being inside of her - it was enough to drive her over the edge, and she hardly realized that she was climaxing at about the same time that he was. It never really happened like that, except in unrealistic romance stories, but as her body squeezed around his cock as she rode out the waves of blinding pleasure, she couldn't quite bring herself to think of any stories or of anything else at all. She was too busy holding onto him for dear life, a small, strained sound pushing from her lips as the muscle contraction of her orgasm bordered on being so strong it was almost painful.
By the time it finally passed, she all but collapsed against him, panting for breath as she rested her head against his shoulder and tried to get her head on straight. She didn't know if she could survive another round quite that intense, but she knew she wouldn't be able to be on her feet for the next one, given how exhausted her limbs felt.
At length, she gathered up enough energy to say something, and though she searched for something sarcastic and humorous to say, all she could manage was to stretch out her fingers, gently cradling his head to her. "Mine," she whispered, and that was just going to have to do for now, at least until her brain decided to stop working in gibberish.
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His hands slowly dragged over her hips before gently grasping and lifting her up; she was more than welcome to cling with her legs, but he could tell she wasn't feeling quite that in control of her faculties, just yet, and he couldn't help but swell with pride at the thought of scrambling her so well. In truth, he couldn't really focus on much besides her at the moment--and given how much he hated the information overload that usually came with his abilities, that fixation on her was more than welcome. He walked slowly, carrying her carefully, taking his time to make their way toward her room. Although the coast was clear for the moment, it would be only a matter of time before other Avengers showed up, and he was pretty sure that if they didn't get out of sight soon, they wouldn't think of it later.
...and he'd be lying if he denied that he still wanted her in her bed, again.
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His picking her up caught her by surprise, and Wanda made a small sound that indicated as such as she gripped at his shoulders. She doubted that he would actually drop her, but given just how weak her limbs felt after what they'd just done, she couldn't exactly be all too sure. When she realized that he was walking them towards her bedroom, she couldn't help let out a small laugh as she shifted a bit to get herself more comfortable in his arms.
"Are we going to hide in my bed," she asked, "or do something a little more... active there?"
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"You say that as if I've got to choose one."
He grinned at that, ducking his head enough to nibble at her ear delicately with a hot sigh as he carried her. In truth, he was so preoccupied with her it was almost easier to navigate with his extended senses than by actually looking where he was going. Fortunately, he knew well enough where her room was that it hardly required much attention.
"...'course... not sure how well we'll be hidden, really.. ....mmn, or how quiet..."
Of course, on some level, he'd like to see the look on Steve Rogers' face after barging in to scold them for language only to discover exactly why they'd been using such graphic expletives. It was hardly a secret that he rather enjoyed scandalizing people, but even so, he didn't want to actually embarrass her, or hurt her in any way.
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"Well... we don't have to be quiet."
True, she wouldn't want a lecture from Steve or have to deal with those looks that Tony would be sure to give her afterwards, but she could work her way around that. She was fairly certain Felix would make whatever temporary mortification she might feel more than worth it. So she didn't seem overly concerned about it, instead taking the moment to use her powers to preemptively open her bedroom door as she ducked her head to kiss him again, slowly and lazily.
"These are rather thick walls, so...."
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"Mmmnn... almost... sounds like a challenge, when you put it like that."
He grinned and nipped at her lower lip as he carried her into her room and to her bed. He set a knee on it, freeing one hand to catch himself over her as he dropped onto the mattress with her, sparing just enough attention to telekinetically shove the door shut. He huffed and nipped at her lower lip, then kissed her again, supporting himself with that first hand, the other grasping at her backside firmly, to help her adjust her position and get comfortable, keeping his hips nestled down close against hers.
Not that he'd be surprised if she got a bit more take-charge, considering how things went the last time he was in her bed.
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"Oh? Do you really think you can get loud enough to be heard through walls made to withstand Tony's experiments going awry? Or are you aiming to make me get that loud?"
Either way was clearly more than fine by her, given the way she automatically adjusted as she was suddenly underneath him, shifting a little to get comfortable as she tangled her legs with his and returned his kiss hungrily. Once she regained proper feeling to her extremities once again, she wouldn't be against changing up positions mid-coitus, but for now, she was going to take the opportunity to recover while enjoying him as much as she presently could.
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"I was thinking more of you..."
He nipped again at her lips, giving her ass a firm squeeze before sliding his hand up along her side, then down again over her hip and down along her thigh as it dragged up against his hip. The feeling of her legs brushing against and clinging to his was exhilarating in itself, especially together with that hint of mischief in her eyes and her voice.
"...maybe your bed. Think we can convince Stark to reinforce that, as well?"
He gave her the most seriously pensive look he could, although she could tell he was teasing her; he enjoyed far too much the thought of her trying to explain to Tony why she needed a reinforced bed. Not to mention Tony's reaction to the idea of anyone else on the team getting any action, especially the Team Little Sister. Not to mention Steve's reaction. Of course, he'd restrain himself for her sake, if she preferred--he didn't want to embarrass her--but his iconoclastic side couldn't help yearning for such an opportunity to scandalize the local authority figures.
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Her leg wound around his waist to draw him in even closer, and Wanda grinned up at him as her hand slowly snaked downwards, fingers stretched out towards her goal. "We would have to give him a reason to do anything to my bed." Wrapping her fingers around him, she leaned up to brush her lips overs his as she gave him an idle stroke. Despite her teasing, she wasn't particularly looking for anything earth-shattering - or bed-shattering - at the moment; rather, she was enjoying simply being around Felix as her afterglow continued to linger. That wasn't going to stop her from teasing, though.
"Perhaps, with a little luck, it will need repairing by the time we're done."
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"...just a few? Pretty sure I can only think of a few who wouldn't like to picture you moaning and... mmn, shrieking your heart out."
He ducked his head down to nibble at her ear, groaning softly in it as she teased her fingers along his length, contented for the moment just to enjoy her but obviously becoming more and more turned on, again. He rolled his hips slowly, pumping into her hand suggestively. He didn't really make a habit of breaking beds, but the way she fired him up, he had no doubt the could get there, if she was up for it.
"Hmmnh, Wanda... hah, the way you get under my skin... that won't take luck. ......besides, I wanna see the look on his face, too."
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And it was true; she did care for him, cared for him more than she really knew how to express. But unlike most people, she was sure that Felix was able to guess for himself just what she was feeling, even if she continued to have trouble actually saying anything about it.
But she didn't have any trouble with showing him how she felt, which was the case now as she shifted beneath him, tilting her hips just enough that there was hardly any room between them for her hand. "You should focus more on the look on my face. Especially once you're inside me."
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"...well, I guess we know where I ought to be, then, if you want me focused."
He kissed her, lightly, but slowly, tugging at her lips, then murmuring against them with another slow, deliberate rock of his hips. Even before the words came out, she could feel his intention, the flaring need to be inside her, to feel her heat, her tightness, the way she squirmed under him, to take her breath away and make her giddy with pleasure.
"..mmnn.. definitely.. where I ought to be."
So sorry for the delay! Life's been busy!
A small sound left her as Felix kissed her, her hand momentarily forgetting what it was doing when she felt the heat of his cock so close to where they both knew it should be. It quickly became clear that her hand was in the way, and so she decided that it would have to be put to good use before she slipped it away. And so she guided him right where they both wanted him, shifting beneath him to make the whole process as easy as breathing.
"It's where you need to be. If you know what's good for you."
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"If I know what's good for me? Blimey, was that a threat?"
He didn't really pause long enough for her to answer--at least, not fully--before he leaned forward, pressing into her slowly. ...at least, at first, but once he'd sunk into her a couple inches, he couldn't help but ease into her more quickly to the hilt with a low, breathy grunt against her lips, grinding against her and all but pinning her hips to her bed.
"...mmmnhh... seems as though I've loosed the beast, eh? Next I know you'll be... barging into my office..."
He huffed and kissed her, softly and slowly, then tugged her lips, nuzzling across her cheek to her ear and nibbling lightly as he rolled his hips back, groaning as he pushed into her again, murmuring to her breathlessly.
"...climbing on my desk... demanding to be satisfied..."
His fingers curled against her thigh, grasping lightly, then dragging back up to her hip, eager to hold onto her as he pumped into her again, slowly, and again.
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"Not a threat," she murmured breathlessly. "A promise. It will be very good for you." He couldn't deny that, not with what he was doing and the picture he was painting with his own words.
She took a moment to enjoy it all, his voice, his body, the taste and smell of him as he seemed determined to invade every one of her senses. She was putty beneath him, just barely managing to meet his slow thrusts and drag her hands along the lean muscles of his back, and he damned well knew it. She'd be annoyed if she weren't so pleased.
"Why climb your desk? I can just fall into your lap, test the stability of your chair. Over and over and over again."
With a small, breathless laugh, she darted in and lightly dragged her teeth against his throat, gingerly feeling for the pulse with her tongue. "Then when I'm satisfied, you can bend me over the desk and return the favor."
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"Nnhh, oh, I.. absolutely could, Wanda.. and.. nnh, damned right, you can."
Of course, the rest of the office might not appreciate it so much, but he couldn't really care less what they thought he should be doing with his office, especially in contrast to how much he cared about pleasing her. Her narration of how she could ride him in his office only got him more turned on, though, especially given how private they'd been up to that point, his breathing heavier and hotter against her skin.
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Luckily, the fact that he was still talking managed to distract her just enough so that she didn't lose herself to the pleasure just yet. No, it was his turn to lose his words first, and even if it meant wrapping herself around him just a bit tighter and sucking just a little harder at his throat, she was going to make sure of that. It was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make.
"You can call it research," she offered, sounding even more breathless than before as it became obvious that Felix was beginning to lose control. "Extensive research. The sort that really makes you work up a sweat, among other things."
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"Mmnhh, Wanda, you're... mhhh, more than.... worthy of a... thorough study.."
When he did speak, he murmured against her skin between gasped breaths, obviously preoccupied, and even without their connection, she could feel palpably how he tensed over her, straining to hold back a little longer. And really, he was barely even thinking about the words. In-between the images she offered of what they could do to one another in his office, he was practically overflowing with thoughts of her clinging to him and trembling blissfully, followed closely by an urge to keep her in bed for hours, exploring her thoroughly indeed--eager thoughts of the next few seconds, of all the irresistibly sensual ways she might react when he'd finally let go.
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Especially when she was so infuriatingly fond of this one in particular.
"You're already becoming an expert." Her words came out in a breathless whisper, hushed as she strained to keep up with him. She knew he was close and she didn't dare lose her pace, wanting to build that intensity until he simply couldn't take it anymore and broke. Because if he felt this good now - physically and emotionally - she could only imagine what it will be like when he fully lost control.
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He groaned aloud into her neck at last, shuddering as he thrust into her once more, clutching at her body as he pinned her hips to the bed, bucking as he came inside her. She could feel the way the pleasure and desire he'd tried to contain ruptured, then sensation of him spurting deep inside her, nestled in her tight heat, between her clinging thighs. Even afterward, he held her close, still, slowly relaxing against her body and caressing lazily along her raised thigh as he panted just below her ear.
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It took her a few moments before she could get through the weary, pleasure-induced haze and groan softly as she shifted beneath him, head lolling a bit as she tried to look at him. She hadn't climaxed again, strictly speaking, but just because her body hadn't reacted didn't mean that the rest of her hadn't reached that high right along with Felix.
Finally, after several long moments of simply trying to catch her breath as her hands slowly traced along Felix's back, she breathed out, "We should 'research' together more often."