She pauses her attentions at his neck and reluctantly shuffles on top him, not wanting to stop now that she knows he's not going to push her away or try and stop her. Now pressed skin to skin, Wanda's grateful she can hide her face in the crook of his neck. His skin's warm and his muscles are hard beneath her; she's overwhelmed by how much of him she can feel.

She's partly grateful that she's practically naked on top of him; she didn't feel this close to him while on his lap on the couch. Pushing her chest into his and her hips into him makes the voices growing louder in her head quieten somewhat. Moving her knee to sit between his legs, she stretches out as much as she can against him. He's so damn tall and broad. All she wants is to touch all of him at once.

Wanda curls both her hands into his shoulders, mindful of where is metal arm and skin connect on his left. She pants softly as she swaps to the other side of his neck and kisses up along the slope of his shoulder and immediately sucks hard at his pulse point.