"I... might not be done talking yet," Wanda said lamely, her body practically humming with nervous energy. And then he was close, too close, and all those thoughts that had been spinning in her head about how strange and wrong the whole thing was got really inconvenient, really fast.

"Oh, fuck it," she finally murmured, suddenly surging forward to kiss him, rough and just a little desperate. Unlike the guy in the next room, she wasn't made of stone.