( wanda is frazzled by the amount of stimulation she is getting from this short-lived situation. her nose hurts, she's dazed from the knock to her face (by the door), and there are little mechanical sounds coming from somewhere—not to mention the weight of another person, a man, atop her as they both land into a heap on the floor of this darkened hallway.
and the icing on the cake is that his lips are pressed to hers, and wanda is horrified. her skin flushes from the overwhelming embarrassment, and not a few words are out of the man before wanda has a hand balled into a fist and sailing towards him to punch him on the chest.
she scrambles to sit up, pushing herself the short distance to the wall, not caring if she kicks him along the way, and presses to it. speaking of adding insult to injury, between her nose and forehead and now that accidental kiss...
nope. she's not going to say anything; only glare at him from the dark, panting because she can't breathe through her nose thanks to someone. )
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and the icing on the cake is that his lips are pressed to hers, and wanda is horrified. her skin flushes from the overwhelming embarrassment, and not a few words are out of the man before wanda has a hand balled into a fist and sailing towards him to punch him on the chest.
she scrambles to sit up, pushing herself the short distance to the wall, not caring if she kicks him along the way, and presses to it. speaking of adding insult to injury, between her nose and forehead and now that accidental kiss...
nope. she's not going to say anything; only glare at him from the dark, panting because she can't breathe through her nose thanks to someone. )