( anticipation sits like a low hum that doesn't subside, leaves her fiddling with any nook of the cabin that catches her eye, inside and out. it's a restlessness that so nearly resembles unease that it takes her aback; calls on her to question the gravity of this, of him, of them.
the cabin was the one thing she had well and truly to herself, quiet and alone. it spoke for itself, really, that she wanted him to become a part of that at all. )
i think it's only fair some of those sleepless nights are repaid. ( a small smile bleeds across her lips. )
you're sure it's not because you can't sprawl out and hog all of the space?
[ he hadn’t been sure he would ever be invited to cross that threshold and into her cabin, into the parts of her he knew she kept protected and hidden away. he had long since accepted that he may not ever get to explore the bounds of her, to trace out her whole being the way she can with him.
and he was okay with that.
that she’s opening up her most private space to him was truly unexpected, though it had thrilled him to no end. too bad the timing of his lengthy investigative mission made it so difficult for him to give her a timeline. he hoped she didn’t mistaken it for apathy.
as soon as it all wrapped, he called the jet and was on his way. weeks early. ]
I thought you liked when I kept you up. I clearly remember many times where you told me not to stop.
[ he smiles wide, teasing, knowing that’s not what she means but glad he’s the only one in the plane cabin because he’s terrible at keeping a straight face when her messages are on his phone. especially when anticipation winds fluttery in his gut. ]
But yeah, it’s not that. It’s pretty spacious in here without anyone else.
[ hint number one that he’s on his way: he’s the only one on the jet and he rarely flies alone unless he’s going somewhere remote. he takes a selfie and sends it: him, sprawled out on the plush leather seat, the oval outline of the jet window framing the night sky outside. his warm eyes are bright, his smile intimate and excited. ]
( there are things that make her hesitate — fingertips ghosting along a bedroom door left closed, two twin beds perched at each side of the room. a home for children who could not return, who were never truly there in the first place. various picture frames perched on dressers and shelves. small projects she was still in the midst of: a petite, tidy shed tucked behind a garden, flower pots left still and undecided. it wasn't typical of something one would call their own, no recurring declarations that said wanda — instead, too many fragmented pieces of herself dispersed here and there, and time away stretched in between.
anxiety stirs, but even his light taunting stills her. the slow bloom of a smile persists, want and longing tugging within her all at once. )
you can be incredibly convincing. ( namely: nestled between her thighs.
when the photo comes through she takes a long moment to savor it, as if there were something so private about it, a keepsake — him, alone and smiling and in something other than his dress clothes. not that she particularly minds them. she'll blame the hour for the sight of him rousing her so easily. )
mm. you're right, you have far too much room. it's a shame i'm not there to help you pass the time
[ he’s not afraid of what he’ll find in sokovia, but he does know there are whole sections of her world, real and imaginary, that she must keep there. he braces himself for it, promises himself to be honest with his reactions. it’s the least she deserves from him. ]
Good. Is that why you let me get away with so much?
[ he misses her so incredibly much when they’re apart, especially when she says things like that, that send his mind soaring through both memory and imagination. ]
It really is. I have all this time and space and all I want to do is sit here and talk to you.
( he has learned so many of her brambles already, and yet still holds her. it's a testament to something, but still the prickling fear of abandonment roots itself stubbornly within her. what if one day he decides it's all too much?
what if he decides it's not enough? )
careful mr. grayson you're making it sound like i should be a bit more selfish
( the question swells within her - the thought of being there, being anywhere, just the two of them. immediately she thinks of the warmth that radiates from his hands, the laugh lines that dimple beside his mouth. )
that depends on how much privacy we'd have either way we'd have to start by making the seating arrangements a little more comfortable
[ actions are louder than words, and he's spent time and effort trying to soothe away those worries, his patience stretching endlessly when it comes to her, because he knows where those doubts come from. sometimes, it has to run its course, to play out in front of them for him to prove he means what he says. ]
You're making it sound like I shouldn't want that. What if I want to see that?
[ he knows selfishness lands differently for her, but he doesn't think they have to endlessly avoid the past, when it can mean something different moving forward. ]
It's just you and I. Locked and insulated. And by that you mean you'd sit on my lap? Or my face?
then you'll end up staying in bed much more often than leaving early and as much appetite as you might have, i have to say i think that's your weak spot but i think you'd very much like the reward for staying.
( a gentle taunt — she knows what his team means to him, what the city does, even if she'd never really gotten the chance to form that bond when she'd been in a similar circumstance.
the blunt suggestion is enough to leave thighs clamping together, lips rolling in on one another with a low, thoughtful drawl of a hum. )
i'm confident you can convince me there but i think right now i'd like hearing you talk to me, so your lap for starters i like watching you get impatient ( details details details. )
It’s also why you love me but you know I’m always open to feedback. Positive reinforcement works well on me.
Then again, so does a little punishment but be selfish. I wanna find out what you’d do.
[ they’ve skirted the territory, teasing the deeper and deeper layers of taking each other apart, discovering the embers in the crevices they try to keep hidden. he’s always tempted to pour gasoline on every last spark.
the mouth on him is usually unexpected, to those who don’t know him like she does, but it takes little encouragement to draw it out from him. ]
I know you do. Wouldn’t take much for me to get me impatient either, I haven’t felt that tight little body for so long. That what you’d want me to talk to you about? Feel me all hard and wanting under you while I say it?
i'll keep that in mind. you're giving me dangerous artillery considering the fact you're flying to a remote country to stay with me
( it's a way to learn one another in ways they can't always find the words for: hunger. there's a darker, more carnal edge to him that glints through whenever she prods him just right — when she says something in particular that seems to call to something deeper, and something twin within her stirs just the same.
somehow beneath it all there's a sweet undertone, a foundation they've built upon. perhaps that's what allows her to reach further in the first place. )
i just want to hear you. what you're feeling. what you want and maybe i want to make you wait for it, to see how you handle it. it's easy to give in to you when i can feel you every time i move my hips, when i want you too. you've shown me you can earn it. can you with just your words?
What are you gonna do? Keep me in your cabin and exploit all my weaknesses? I don't have anything planned except that.
[ i.e., bring it, Wanda. he craves it, wants to hold it and tease it out of her, to see it in all its power. it's no secret that she's capable of incredible things when she lets go, and what glimpses he's seen have tempted him to no end.
and to see her slowly open up to him like this, allowing him to not only taste her mouth but her smile is all the encouragement he needs. it's worth fending off the whispers of doubt and danger that used to blanket his whole world. ]
Only one way to find out, but I'd try my best. Tell you everything I feel and everything I want if it means I get to take you apart under my tongue. You know what you do to me, don't you? Even just the idea that you'd tease me like that even though you want me just as bad.
you intend to go back to the city, don't you? it'll take a very, very long time to fulfill all these promises. and i intend to make you keep them.
( it's a delicate line to tread, toying with control. she'd bent an entire town against her will in the matter of a split second, torn enough that she too believed she belonged to that reality. she knows this is so far from that fear, that splintering, but the thoughts creep up on her still. she vanquishes them; tells them they don't belong, here. )
i'm learning. ( what she does to him, how she can crawl under his skin and tug the edges of his lips into those smirks, cause pupils to bloom in divine attention. )
so eager to put that mouth to use. i can feel it when you get between my thighs, how desperate you are to get me there. how much you need it, too. i'll let you if you tell me how you want me first when you're here. i'm not going to let your mouth too far from mine.
It'll be a challenge, for sure, but what's the rush? If not this time, we have next time. Then after that. I know you'll hold me to it.
[ maybe it's a little tender for this conversation, but he has every intention for more. getting to know her more, exploring her body more, pushing their limits more. and for that, they need time. ]
Oh you're making me answer that now? That's hard. But, if I have to choose, I'd want to see your face. Maybe on your bed, somewhere spacious so I can spread you out and watch your every little expression. You know how gorgeous it is? When your pleasure's written across your face?
( we've both learned well enough that there isn't always a next time, is what she thinks to say. not to scold for his leaving her, but for all that have left them. )
that sounds like it involves patience. ( to lie beneath him, to let him marvel in her as he so often did — the thought alone rises color to her cheeks. how it makes her squirm, no matter the confidence she's slowly built with him, to be devoured by sight alone the way he does her. )
i'm willing to compromise the bed it is, but i want to be on top of you. to show you how much i missed you so you know exactly what i need from you, and i can see you, too. that can be the start of my selfishness.
[ she planted a seed within him, then nurtured it with the warmth between her palms, an idea that budded to fundamentally root a fear that had been wedged sharply between them. when she had been bleeding out in his arms, he surrendered to it, letting the tendrils of it finally wrap around his fear of loss. if he wanted to be with her, he needed to accept it. there will always be a risk of loss, the risk of falling, of grasping at nothing because he was scared to lose her.
so he has her to thank for his newfound optimism. there will be a next time. and a time after that, and he’ll do everything he can to fight for it. ]
I heard somewhere that patience is a virtue.
[ and how luxurious it is to have time at their disposal. perhaps when they first talked about doing this, he had felt guilty for it, for escaping his responsibilities. but now, he’s looking forward to letting her tuck him away into her world, away from everything else that vied for his attention. ]
Sounds perfect, baby. I’d love that. I don’t know if you know, but seeing you take what you want is so sexy to me. Would you let me touch you? Or have me be still for you?
[ they’re treading a thin line. he knows she shies away from it, after having taken too much, but he trusts her completely. ]
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the cabin was the one thing she had well and truly to herself, quiet and alone. it spoke for itself, really, that she wanted him to become a part of that at all. )
i think it's only fair some of those sleepless nights are repaid. ( a small smile bleeds across her lips. )
you're sure it's not because you can't sprawl out and hog all of the space?
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and he was okay with that.
that she’s opening up her most private space to him was truly unexpected, though it had thrilled him to no end. too bad the timing of his lengthy investigative mission made it so difficult for him to give her a timeline. he hoped she didn’t mistaken it for apathy.
as soon as it all wrapped, he called the jet and was on his way. weeks early. ]
I thought you liked when I kept you up. I clearly remember many times where you told me not to stop.
[ he smiles wide, teasing, knowing that’s not what she means but glad he’s the only one in the plane cabin because he’s terrible at keeping a straight face when her messages are on his phone. especially when anticipation winds fluttery in his gut. ]
But yeah, it’s not that. It’s pretty spacious in here without anyone else.
[ hint number one that he’s on his way: he’s the only one on the jet and he rarely flies alone unless he’s going somewhere remote. he takes a selfie and sends it: him, sprawled out on the plush leather seat, the oval outline of the jet window framing the night sky outside. his warm eyes are bright, his smile intimate and excited. ]
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anxiety stirs, but even his light taunting stills her. the slow bloom of a smile persists, want and longing tugging within her all at once. )
you can be incredibly convincing. ( namely: nestled between her thighs.
when the photo comes through she takes a long moment to savor it, as if there were something so private about it, a keepsake — him, alone and smiling and in something other than his dress clothes. not that she particularly minds them. she'll blame the hour for the sight of him rousing her so easily. )
mm. you're right, you have far too much room.
it's a shame i'm not there to help you pass the time
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Good. Is that why you let me get away with so much?
[ he misses her so incredibly much when they’re apart, especially when she says things like that, that send his mind soaring through both memory and imagination. ]
It really is. I have all this time and space and all I want to do is sit here and talk to you.
What would you do with me if you were here?
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what if he decides it's not enough? )
careful mr. grayson
you're making it sound like i should be a bit more selfish
( the question swells within her - the thought of being there, being anywhere, just the two of them. immediately she thinks of the warmth that radiates from his hands, the laugh lines that dimple beside his mouth. )
that depends on how much privacy we'd have
either way we'd have to start by making the seating arrangements a little more comfortable
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You're making it sound like I shouldn't want that. What if I want to see that?
[ he knows selfishness lands differently for her, but he doesn't think they have to endlessly avoid the past, when it can mean something different moving forward. ]
It's just you and I. Locked and insulated. And by that you mean you'd sit on my lap? Or my face?
[ too much? nah. she can handle him. ]
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and as much appetite as you might have, i have to say i think that's your weak spot
but i think you'd very much like the reward for staying.
( a gentle taunt — she knows what his team means to him, what the city does, even if she'd never really gotten the chance to form that bond when she'd been in a similar circumstance.
the blunt suggestion is enough to leave thighs clamping together, lips rolling in on one another with a low, thoughtful drawl of a hum. )
i'm confident you can convince me there
but i think right now i'd like hearing you talk to me, so your lap for starters
i like watching you get impatient
( details details details. )
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Then again, so does a little punishment but be selfish. I wanna find out what you’d do.
[ they’ve skirted the territory, teasing the deeper and deeper layers of taking each other apart, discovering the embers in the crevices they try to keep hidden. he’s always tempted to pour gasoline on every last spark.
the mouth on him is usually unexpected, to those who don’t know him like she does, but it takes little encouragement to draw it out from him. ]
I know you do. Wouldn’t take much for me to get me impatient either, I haven’t felt that tight little body for so long. That what you’d want me to talk to you about? Feel me all hard and wanting under you while I say it?
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you're giving me dangerous artillery considering the fact you're flying to a remote country to stay with me
( it's a way to learn one another in ways they can't always find the words for: hunger. there's a darker, more carnal edge to him that glints through whenever she prods him just right — when she says something in particular that seems to call to something deeper, and something twin within her stirs just the same.
somehow beneath it all there's a sweet undertone, a foundation they've built upon. perhaps that's what allows her to reach further in the first place. )
i just want to hear you.
what you're feeling. what you want
and maybe i want to make you wait for it, to see how you handle it. it's easy to give in to you when i can feel you every time i move my hips, when i want you too.
you've shown me you can earn it. can you with just your words?
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[ i.e., bring it, Wanda. he craves it, wants to hold it and tease it out of her, to see it in all its power. it's no secret that she's capable of incredible things when she lets go, and what glimpses he's seen have tempted him to no end.
and to see her slowly open up to him like this, allowing him to not only taste her mouth but her smile is all the encouragement he needs. it's worth fending off the whispers of doubt and danger that used to blanket his whole world. ]
Only one way to find out, but I'd try my best. Tell you everything I feel and everything I want if it means I get to take you apart under my tongue. You know what you do to me, don't you? Even just the idea that you'd tease me like that even though you want me just as bad.
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it'll take a very, very long time to fulfill all these promises.
and i intend to make you keep them.
( it's a delicate line to tread, toying with control. she'd bent an entire town against her will in the matter of a split second, torn enough that she too believed she belonged to that reality. she knows this is so far from that fear, that splintering, but the thoughts creep up on her still. she vanquishes them; tells them they don't belong, here. )
i'm learning. ( what she does to him, how she can crawl under his skin and tug the edges of his lips into those smirks, cause pupils to bloom in divine attention. )
so eager to put that mouth to use. i can feel it when you get between my thighs, how desperate you are to get me there. how much you need it, too. i'll let you if you tell me how you want me first when you're here. i'm not going to let your mouth too far from mine.
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[ maybe it's a little tender for this conversation, but he has every intention for more. getting to know her more, exploring her body more, pushing their limits more. and for that, they need time. ]
Oh you're making me answer that now? That's hard.
But, if I have to choose, I'd want to see your face. Maybe on your bed, somewhere spacious so I can spread you out and watch your every little expression. You know how gorgeous it is? When your pleasure's written across your face?
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that sounds like it involves patience. ( to lie beneath him, to let him marvel in her as he so often did — the thought alone rises color to her cheeks. how it makes her squirm, no matter the confidence she's slowly built with him, to be devoured by sight alone the way he does her. )
i'm willing to compromise
the bed it is, but i want to be on top of you. to show you how much i missed you
so you know exactly what i need from you, and i can see you, too.
that can be the start of my selfishness.
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so he has her to thank for his newfound optimism. there will be a next time. and a time after that, and he’ll do everything he can to fight for it. ]
I heard somewhere that patience is a virtue.
[ and how luxurious it is to have time at their disposal. perhaps when they first talked about doing this, he had felt guilty for it, for escaping his responsibilities. but now, he’s looking forward to letting her tuck him away into her world, away from everything else that vied for his attention. ]
Sounds perfect, baby. I’d love that. I don’t know if you know, but seeing you take what you want is so sexy to me. Would you let me touch you? Or have me be still for you?
[ they’re treading a thin line. he knows she shies away from it, after having taken too much, but he trusts her completely. ]