It was a rare thing for Wanda's mind to be completely blank, even on a good day, but it had been many years since she'd had anything like this to distract from the clutter in her head. Her entire world was suddenly focused like a laser, nothing else existing but Bruce and his hands and his mouth and the blood in her veins, rushing in her ears, pushing everything else farther away than she could possibly fathom. When she sighed again, it was his name on her lips as she ran her hands across his back, his arms, whatever she could reach, because what else was there?