Rogers, Julie Rogers

Julie had giggled and sat down on the bed, “want me to take it off?” She had got up in her knees so she was kneeling, gripping the hem of Wade’s shirt and pulling him close so her chest was against his, “or do you want to do it for me?”

Wade looked deep into her eyes and smirked slightly. “You do it.” He commanded. “I want a good view as it comes off.” He added with a grin, quickly pecking her lips.

Julie quickly pecked his lips back before moving a bit back on the bed, moving her hands to the hem of the sweater, slowly pulling it off, biting her lip gently.

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“You’d be the boss in bed.” Julie had smirked, heading towards Wade’s bedroom.

Wade tilted his head admiring her butt as she walked off then followed her to his bedroom, licking his lips in anticipation.

Julie had giggled and sat down on the bed, “want me to take it off?” She had got up in her knees so she was kneeling, gripping the hem of Wade’s shirt and pulling him close so her chest was against his, “or do you want to do it for me?”

“How can you be the boss of me?”

“I’ll find a way.” Wade teased winking at her.

“You’d be the boss in bed.” Julie had smirked, heading towards Wade’s bedroom.

“Why should I? Your not the boss of me.” Julie smirked and looked at Wade.

Wade tilted his head looking at her. “Oh.. But I could be.”

“How can you be the boss of me?”

Julie had smiled, “okay.”

“Why should I? Your not the boss of me.” Julie smirked and looked at Wade.

She nodded, “I know Pietro.” She assured, bringing him to her car and helping him in before getting in the drivers side, making sure to tell Wanda that Pietro got hurt before starting her car. She bit her lip and started to drive.