( so tenderly, wanda meets him halfway when he draws closer, presses a kiss to his lipsβsteady enough that she finds herself lying on her back, pulling him atop herself. a hand placed over his cheek, she revels in the silence that's interrupted by the sound of the storm outside.
she knows he means it when he says it.
whispered, wanda offers a quiet vow, lips close to his own. )
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she knows he means it when he says it.
whispered, wanda offers a quiet vow, lips close to his own. )
Then we hold on to that.