She wasn't upset about the sudden neediness or the way he pushed her hand aside. If anything it just made her smile. He got her undressed pretty easily, and she moved to step out of her boots and socks after, her clothes just sitting in a pile on the floor.

She was naked now, hands moving to his chest. "Well at least you know what you want," Wanda replied, amusement dancing in her voice. She could get used to being wanted like this if she could admit it to herself.

"Tell me what you want from me," she asked of him, wanting to hear the way he talked. She might like the images he painted for her enough to follow through on any potential fantasies.