Wanda stifled a gasp at the feel of him, nervous and wholly unprepared, but filled with anticipation nonetheless. She'd gone tense again, muscles coiled tight beneath him, and she tried to will herself to relax, to lose herself in his warmth, his touch. She was too aware, though, her attention drawn deliciously to every bit of him she could feel but still being pulled inexorably ahead to what would come next, what her body was practically begging for. If she got spooked now, she would never forgive herself.

"Bruce, please," she whispered roughly against his jaw, shutting her eyes against the enormity of all they were doing. There was nothing complex about how much she wanted him, no reason to panic. "Please."