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[turbos]

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[turbos]

[He can't imagine holding a different woman in his arms like this, he refuses to, and he's relieved that they've only been brought together closer since everything, since the riots, the experiments, the battles — everything happens around them but then it's just them like this, making love so passionately and pouring every depth of affection around one another.

If he isn't kissing her lips, he finds the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the curve of her jaw, also brushing contact even as they rock together and she shakes against him, panting moans overtaking everything they can hear. Up until she comes and she's loud against his ear as he holds her close, letting her continue to ride even as she tightens, the gesture practically begging him to follow as he moves all the more slickly within her.

And he does, tilting down for his low groans to get lost on her neck as his hips stutter frost and they press her hard against the glass, locking her there as he fills her up, hot and thick.]

[wandas]

[ Caught between a rock and a hard — ah, at the very least now, caught, she feels him pulsing inside and moans soften in his hair as he reclaims her from the world, aligning them back to where they depend on each other not just for this but everything. The sex would mean nothing if they couldn't make each other quiver inside and out, and it's times like these that Wanda thinks she can touch his soul, he's so close.

Sometimes she thinks that even if she had children, she would want them exactly in their image. Fast and magical, beautiful and strong — but that cannot be for a multitude of reasons and wishing has never gotten Wanda anywhere in this life. ]

Mmm ...

[ Still clinging to one another, Wanda kisses along his stubble and down to Pietro's lips, soft and slow and just as loving, eyelashes spiked with unfallen tears shuttering on her cheeks. ]

[turbos]

[He's learned to be so capable of fast speeds and yet, white hairs cling to his forehead, wet as sweat trickles over a brow. His heavy breaths are lost when they're cover by Wanda's wet lips, taking him back in with a tender brush, the touch that keeps them locked into this moment even as their bodies lose strength in the afterglow.

A soft hum into her mouth, he clings to her tight, still connected together below as he wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her away from the glass to carry her across the room. It's at a regular pace, giving rest to the fast speeds, and when his legs bump against the bed, he lays her down over it, following with her to continue pecking soft kisses.]

You alright, sister?

[wandas]

[ They drift back into their own heads and the coolness of the sheets on her bare legs is a comfort, horizontal on her back before really registering the way he moves (and not, for once, because of his speed). Painted eyelids are leaden, drooping as Wanda paws lazily at his hair, and the way she hums again catches low in her throat to vibrate all through her skewered dress. ]

Sleepy ... [ Lips part on a dreamy sigh, thighs shifting around his hips. ] I can feel your heart beating with mine.

[turbos]

They're one and the same, aren't they?

[He smiles against her lips, shifting to the side to peck her affectionately on her cheek, a more serene sweetness overtaking the passionate, desperate love-making just moments before. He rolls on his side, dragging her with him as he positions a thigh to rest over his hip, keeping her close as he strokes fingers through long strands of dark hair.]

Looks like I've ruined the party for you. [Though really, she was the one who begged for the bedroom. But, eh.] Go to sleep. I'll be right here.