A Date to See Within

[Typhoid]

She moved her hand to run fingers along his jawline, her body close to his. "I miss this, when you're not around."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro surmised that she meant free touch and skin-to-skin contact. She had told him enough about her abilities, and he knew enough about her personality to know her craving.:: "I will need to be around more often."

[Typhoid]

She would have accepted that, but shook her head as something else intruded on it. "Don't try to schedule yourself around me."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::The closest humor Pietro generally possessed was sarcasm, which is not what he would inflict on anyone he cared for, least of all her. The immediate reaction came to his mind but bypassed his tongue, and instead he rephrased it to be serious.:: "There is little I would rather do."

[Typhoid]

"Or I," she replied simply. It sounded sexual, and in a way it was, but that was not how she intended it. It was more...just touching a person, because somehow it calmed her, quieted an internal need she didn't realize she had until it went silent.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::The snow continued to float down, beginning to coat his hair with flakes. One could not tell from the color, but his scalp had begun to grow colder, and somewhat damper as well. He brushed his cheek into her touch.::

[Typhoid]

She didn't move her fingers from his cheek, but felt the dampness of his hair on her fingertips. "We should go inside."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly in agreement; he could feel the snow in his hair.:: "Yes."

[Typhoid]

She let her hand drift from his cheek, down his shoulder, and to his hand, slowly, before wrapping her fingers around his and backing away towards the door with his hand still in hers.