elizabeth

The sheets twisted around Wanda's fingers, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric. Three weeks. Three agonizing weeks of late nights, missed dinners, and you crawling into bed long after she had fallen asleep. Tonight was different. Tonight, she waited.

The bedroom door clicked open.

"You're still awake." Your voice cracked.

You paused in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. "I thought you'd be asleep by now. It's almost midnight."

"I couldn't." Wanda sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. "I've been lying here for hours. Waiting."

A soft sigh. The door closed with a quiet snick, plunging you into darkness save for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Wanda's eyes had adjusted long ago. She always could make out every detail, the tired slope of shoulders, the way you head tilted slightly to the left when you were trying to figure out what to say.

"Wanda—"

"Please." The word escaped before she could stop it. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with you coming to bed when I'm already asleep. That I'm okay with goodnight kisses that barely happen."

You moved closer, perching on the edge of the mattress. This close, Wanda could smell the faint trace of your jasmine perfume, the subtle undertone of exhaustion. "I know. I'm sorry. Work has been—"

"I don't care about work." Wanda shifted closer, her hand finding your thigh. The touch was electric after so long without.

"I care about you. About us. I miss you." Her voice dropped, vulnerability bleeding through. "I miss the way you look at me. The way you touch me. I need you to want me again."

"Want you?" A soft laugh, almost disbelieving. "Wanda, I've wanted you every single day. I've just been too exhausted to do anything about it."

"Then let me."

Wanda didn't wait for permission. She slid her hand higher, fingers tracing the seam of your jeans. The sharp intake of breath above you was answer enough. She shifted onto her knees, pressing closer, her lips finding the curve of your neck.

"I've thought about this” she murmured against warm skin. "Every night. Lying next to you, wanting to wake you up. Wanting to beg you to touch me."

A hand threaded through Wanda's hair, tugging gently. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I'm a coward." Her teeth grazed earlobe. "Because I thought maybe you didn't want me anymore."

"Baby." The word came out rough, strained. "I've always wanted you. Even when I'm falling asleep mid-sentence. Even when I'm too tired to keep my eyes open."

Wanda pulled back, meeting your gaze. "Show me."

The kiss that followed was anything but gentle. Your mouths collided, desperate and hungry, three weeks of separation collapsing into a single moment. Wanda's fingers fumbled with buttons, pushing fabric aside, desperate for skin. You responded in kind, pulling at Wanda's shirt, her movements growing more frantic.

"Need you” Wanda gasped between kisses.

"Please. I need—"

"I know. I've got you."

Clothes fell away like shed skin until there was only underwear between you. Wanda pushed you onto your back, trailing kisses down your body. She worshipped every inch of exposed flesh, her tongue tracing patterns across your collarbones, between your breasts, over the plane of your stomach.

"You're overdressed," you murmured.

Wanda laughed, breathless. "So are you."

A few more movements, and you were both bare, moonlight painting your bodies in silver and shadow. Wanda settled between tour thighs, looking up the length of your body with reverence.

"I've dreamed about this." She pressed a kiss to one inner thigh. "About tasting you." Another kiss, higher. "About making you fall apart."

"Wanda—"

"Let me."

She didn't wait for an answer. Her mouth found your dripping cunt, and the sound that filled the room was filthy. Wanda took her time despite her own desperation, licking every fold and crease with her tongue. Your fingers tangled in her hair, tightening with each stroke.

"Fuck…baby.."

Wanda had no intention of stopping. She traced slow circles in your clit, varying pressure and speed, reading every reaction like a map. Your hips began to move, rolling against Wanda's mouth, chasing pleasure.

"I could stay here forever." She said teasingly.

"Don't—" A gasp. "Don't you dare—I can’t.."

Wanda smiled against you, then sealed her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked. The sound you made was indecent. Wanda repeated the motion, adding the gentle scrape of teeth, and watched as you as your back arched off the mattress.

"Close. I'm—"

Wanda doubled her efforts, desperate to make you cum. She wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it, wanted to know that she could still do this to the woman she loved.

You came apart with a cry, Wanda's name on your lips like a prayer. But she wasn't done. Her own need had become unbearable, an ache that demanded attention. She crawled back up your body, pressing mouths together in a messy kiss.

"I need more," she whispered against your lips. "I need you."

"What do you need baby?"

She moved, legs intertwining, cunts pressing against each other. The friction was electric. Wanda gasped at the contact, her hips stuttering forward. You met her movements, and found a rhythm, desperate, uncoordinated, and absolutely perfect.

"Look at me” you commanded.

Wanda obeyed, meeting your gaze as she rocked her hips against you desperately. The intimacy of it struck her, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"I love you" she choked out. "I love you so much."

"I know." Your hands cupped Wanda's face. "I love you too. I'm sorry I made you doubt that."

Wanda increased her pace, the pressure building in her wet cunt. "Don't stop. Please don't—"

"Never. I'm never stopping."

Your bodies moved faster, grinding together in need and want. Wanda could feel you getting close again, could feel her own release approaching like a wave about to crash.

"Together” she pleaded. "Cum with me."

You pulled her down for a kiss, and that was all it took. You shattered together, bodies tensing and legs shaking together.

As you came down, collapsing into each other's arms, Wanda pressed her face into your neck. Her breathing was ragged, her body was trembling with aftershocks.

"Stay," she whispered. "When you wake up tomorrow, still be here."

"Always."

“I know! But can you believe it? I wanted to go to the country show tomorrow but no! Clark had to disappear just tomorrow and leave me all the work!”

You spun around, ready to continue your rant, but instead, Bobby stood up, moving toward you with a sly grin. “You know” he started, stepping closer, “I have a better way to deal with stress.”

Before you could react, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that silenced your words. You melted into him, but the moment was fleeting as he broke away, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“What are you—”

But before you could finish your sentence, he knelt down, pushing your legs gently until you were standing at the edge of the couch. His hands slid down your thighs, lifting your skirt as he maneuvered you just right.

“Bobby!” you gasped, half in shock and half in delight, but he only glanced up at you with that charming smile.

“C’mon, you can complain later.” He buried his face into your cunt, his tongue darting out to tease you, and all thoughts of your job faded away.

His mouth worked wonders, drawing out soft gasps as he expertly made you forget all about the chaos of your day. You instinctively tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer as a rush of warmth spread throughout your body. Each lick and flick to your folds and your aching clit sent delicious waves of pleasure coursing through you, bringing you to a state of bliss where all your worries seemed to evaporate.

“But…you can’t just shut me up—ah! Like this!….mmmph my boss is an idiot…”

With your voice leaving you, all you could do was moan and squirm as he continued to work, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. Bobby had a way of making you forget everything, his determination to please you was your favorite part of him.

“See?” he said, pausing just long enough to look up at you with a satisfied grin. “Much better than complaining about work, right?”

You chuckled breathlessly, running your hand along his jaw as you finally felt yourself about to reach that peak. “I guess you’re—mmmph—right” you managed to reply, your voice practically a whisper now.

With that, Bobby dove back in with renewed vigor, making sure you completely forgot about your job as you surrendered to the pleasure he offered. He sucked on your clit as you let out softs —ah! mm! fuck!—.

By the second orgasm, you realized that he wouldn’t stop until you forgot your name.