#dctrstrange

                                   she’s leaving,  but each time it becomes harder    &    harder to do so.    despite her obligations,  despite her job,  wanda wants to stay more than anything.     this unspoken thing ,        it keeps her on the precipice.   something she hadn’t intended,  something that is as delightful as it is terrifying for all the same reasons.    the way he looks at when she’s walking out the door seizes like a hand on her heart,  the pressure undeniable,  it’s meaning clear   :    don’t go.         

❝       v’hat                       ❞       he catches her off guard in more ways than one.    her phone is vibrating insistently in the pocket of her jacket,   but when stephen dips his head   &  effectively sweeps her off her feet with a kiss,   it’s all but forgotten with eyes that flutter closed almost immediately.    fingers curl themselves into familiar blue robes,  intent on not being afraid of indulging in something she’s wanted longer than wanda would like to admit.    she relaxes against him completely,      &   when it breaks,  she has to resist a sigh of longing that desperately wants to escape.    as intended,  she’s sure,  this hardly makes it easier for her to leave,  though the witch is more tempted than ever not to.   her hands move to settle along his neck,   thumbs brushing the line of his law,  the gesture entirely affectionate.         ❝        that’s cheating.       ❞