#wandaawilson

It had been one of those days. The kids at the school had been specially rowdy, constantly getting into fights and just generally ignoring everything she said. That night hadn't been any better, by all means. After she'd gotten into the vigilante gear and went out into the city to do her usual rounds, Delilah had found herself in the middle of an attempt of robbery, which lead to her intervening. However, this hadn't gone specially well. Her healing ability was taking it's sweet time working, so she had quite the bruise on her cheek to show for it. Eventually she'd gotten the guy, but before that, he'd nailed her right on the face. Arriving home, she'd been expecting to relax a bit, watch some TV, order some pizza and just generally not do anything special. When she opened the door, however, she found herself in the middle of something. Wanda had -once again- gotten into her home somehow and was in the process of making one of her odd experiments in the kitchen. A strange odor was coming from the pot she was stirring, though it couldn't technically be called a bad smell at all. The minute the door closed behind her, the woman began talking. Non-stop. About the way the furniture was displayed in her home, the TV shows she had recorded, and why did she have Gilmore Girls still on the DVD player since the show had ended since god knew when, and how badly she needed to clean the house and finally finish unpacking, and the topics went on and on, without pause between each of them. Tired of all the talking and the lack of connection between each of the topics, which really, she should be used to it by now coming from Wanda, Delilah came towards her. With a sigh of frustration, she pulled the woman towards her by the arm, their bodies crashing, and throwing all caution to the window, she roughly kiss her, teeth biting Wanda's bottom lip, hands gripping her hips for balance, pushing her backwards against the counter. Pulling back slightly, cheeks fully reddened, she calmly stated "Shut up, will you?"