[It's perfect. Slow and steady, entirely unhurried. Wanda's breath hitches briefly in her throat, and she dips the cup into the bath beside them with a faint tremor. Wanda drags it up again, and hesitates as she looks down at him.
Her cheeks heat, watching Bruce at her breast, and while she doesn't want to distract him, she needs to at least get the soap from his hair. Wanda rises up slightly, forcing him to tilt his head back to stay with her, and with a hand at his forehead to shield his eyes, she pours the water over his head once, twice, three times to get it clean. After she makes no move to continue bathing, however. What's happening now has her full attention, and she slides her hands onto Bruce's shoulders to work her fingers lightly into the muscle.]
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Her cheeks heat, watching Bruce at her breast, and while she doesn't want to distract him, she needs to at least get the soap from his hair. Wanda rises up slightly, forcing him to tilt his head back to stay with her, and with a hand at his forehead to shield his eyes, she pours the water over his head once, twice, three times to get it clean. After she makes no move to continue bathing, however. What's happening now has her full attention, and she slides her hands onto Bruce's shoulders to work her fingers lightly into the muscle.]