( it's definitely for the best that matt doesn't let wanda finish speaking, as she would only just be repeating the same words, earnestly trying to convince him about something that they both know is trueβher brain trying to catch up with the fact that she's kissed him and wishes she could be kissing him again.
matt is clumsy, leaning in to kiss her, but she meets him halfway, breathing him in, her hands tight on his shoulders and smoothing over as she pushes back into his space. his intentional kissing met with her own earnestness, the reciprocity of it flooding her ears with her heartbeat, the taste of him, until they are most certainly so close to one another that when he does pull back, their noses are mere millimeters from each other.
she smiles despite herself, then flusters up as she laughs quietly, pushing herself further into his space to hug him tightly once more. all the pain, all her regrets, her second-guessing herself and her place in matt's lifeβall that, no longer a mystery, no longer a burden.
he's home and, as long as he knows that, nothing else matters right now.
except maybe for the quiet wheeze that escapes him and wanda can't ignore. still hugging him, she glances up, gets a general sense of his thoughts, and clocks the issue. )
...you didn't take the painkiller, did you?
( it's likely still sitting on the table, next to their cups of (cold) tea and the glass of water she had gotten him. another spin cycle tumbles his clothes behind her, the rain grows a little louder, and she finally draws back, hands at the bend of his elbows. )
I want you to stay tonight.
( so that she can look after him, and so they can be together, to maybe β rightfully β kiss some more. )
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matt is clumsy, leaning in to kiss her, but she meets him halfway, breathing him in, her hands tight on his shoulders and smoothing over as she pushes back into his space. his intentional kissing met with her own earnestness, the reciprocity of it flooding her ears with her heartbeat, the taste of him, until they are most certainly so close to one another that when he does pull back, their noses are mere millimeters from each other.
she smiles despite herself, then flusters up as she laughs quietly, pushing herself further into his space to hug him tightly once more. all the pain, all her regrets, her second-guessing herself and her place in matt's lifeβall that, no longer a mystery, no longer a burden.
he's home and, as long as he knows that, nothing else matters right now.
except maybe for the quiet wheeze that escapes him and wanda can't ignore. still hugging him, she glances up, gets a general sense of his thoughts, and clocks the issue. )
...you didn't take the painkiller, did you?
( it's likely still sitting on the table, next to their cups of (cold) tea and the glass of water she had gotten him. another spin cycle tumbles his clothes behind her, the rain grows a little louder, and she finally draws back, hands at the bend of his elbows. )
I want you to stay tonight.
( so that she can look after him, and so they can be together, to maybe β rightfully β kiss some more. )