It felt easy between them, despite the very strange (even for them) circumstances the two of them find themselves in. Wanda could appreciate it. She could appreciate his softness, too. It made her feel wanted instead of rejected. All of the anger and fear seemed to leave her for the moment, and she could content herself right now with whatever this was.

Her smile turned into a smirk when he whispered darkly. Hands moved down his chest, already working on his belt or pants. "Who says it is not me who gets my mouth on you first?" She asked, teasing. It was sweet, but with the apple that she already ingested, they didn't need to take their time. She just wanted to have fun with him, and while he certainly has the charm of an old gentleman, Wanda was a modern girl.