Paris...Again
Pietro smiled, even though Wanda had moved him from his spot where he had been gazing at her. “Just because I look at you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep looking at you,” he murmured, the hot water flowing down his face. His shaggy hair was quickly becoming very wet, and very much in his eyes. Slicking it back, he continued to gaze at his sister.
"And no, it’s only when I’m around you," Pietro mused. "You should know that by now."
Wanda grinned, reaching up to touch Pietro's slicked back hair. "Makes me wonder if there will ever be a time you'll get tired of looking at me." She thought out loud. If Pietro was going to be a little horn dog the entire trip, that meant they would have to invest in a lot of food to fuel him up afterwards. "Hopefully I can keep up with you. I think I've been doing a good job. I mean I've lasted eighteen years." She jeered, squirting some shampoo into her hands and started to slowly massage it into her brother's hair and scalp.













