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Resigned Position - Chapter Three

The Director of Human Resources was Mrs. Agatha Harkness, a woman with a curious personality to say the least.

Although she managed the entire personnel management area of the company, she was not known for her sensitivity with people. This turned out to be a very striking trait in her sessions.

Agatha organized a general public session - with twenty other employees, some of whom you were sure had committed some sort of harassment crime just by the expression you received when you entered - with PowerPoint slides and graphics.

It was the biggest bummer of your entire morning. Every minute of that meeting you were thinking of new ways to strangle Wanda, and it ended up going in another direction, and you had to force yourself to pay attention to the presentation or you would have trouble hiding your arousal at the thought of Wanda on top of you again.

To add to your dissatisfaction, when the meeting was over, Harkness said she needed to talk to you.

"Miss Maximoff asked me to look at your case closely." Declared the woman somewhat distractedly, her hands busy with several folders that referred to employee files. "She told me that the occurrence was something minimal, but that you were feeling a lot of pressure over the last few days, and that perhaps a greater number of sessions were necessary."

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from cursing Wanda out loud in front of yet another staff member, you took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"It was a one-time incent, Ms. Harkness." You commented. "A misunderstanding, plus it happened outside the office, working hours, and under the influence of alcohol."

Your justifications didn't seem to mean much to the woman in front of you, who only muttered in understanding, and turned her attention back to her folders.

You decided to keep talking. "In fact, I myself have a few comments to add that I would like taken into consideration about Miss Maximoff."

That captured Agatha's curiosity immediately, a wicked smile almost appearing on her lips. You see, Agatha wasn't exactly a bad person. She loved her job, and she was the best at it. But if there was one thing she loved, even more, it was gossip.

"Come with me to my office, please. We can just talk before you decide whether to file a complaint," she suggested as she pinned the files firmly to her arm and waved you to follow her.

With a mischievous little smile, already being able to imagine Wanda's reaction to this story, you did so.

//-//

Wanda frowned in confusion when she heard the small commotion outside her office.

And as she got up to understand what was going on, she was even more confused to find her brother greeting the employees as if he were a movie star.

Pietro hugged some people, laughed with others, and waved to those farther away before approaching his sister, who was standing with her arms crossed at the door.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned suspiciously, but Pietro only laughed, kissing her cheek in compliment.

"I came to have lunch with you of course."

"I didn't invite you to lunch."

Pietro laughed again, throwing his hair back. "Come on, Wanda, let's have lunch together. You probably haven't had a decent cup of coffee, and I bet you're starving. We can go to that place you like in the industrial district."

"I'm busy."

"My treat." Pietro insisted, and his sister sighed in defeat.

"Okay, wait for me downstairs." She spoke, and gave the man in front of her a gentle nudge on the shoulder when he winked at one of the employees at the printer. "And try not to get a harassment warning on the way."

Rolling his eyes, he walked away to leave while Wanda went back inside the office to get her cell phone.

–//–

Many minutes later, the two of them were sitting at an outside table at Bistro Arpège, probably Wanda's favorite place in the business district a few yards from the company.

Pietro was pretending well that he had no second thoughts about that lunch. He asked about the boys, about school, about the company, and even ordered a rosé wine for the two of them - which Wanda refused because she was working, and scolded him for asking since he was driving - but couldn't keep up his pretense for much longer after dessert arrived.

"Okay, I want to meet her." He declared, and Wanda chuckled

"Absolutely not."

"What? Come on!" Insisted her brother, but Wanda just looked away to the street, tranquility in her expression as she chewed a piece of strawberry pie. "Please, Wanda. I've never seen you like this."

The redhead frowned her attention on her pie. "Like what?"

"Not sure what to call it." Pietro murmured thoughtfully. "Obsessed wouldn't be the word."

"Shut up." Wanda retorted with a laugh, making Pietro smile.

"I was going to say, in love, but it wouldn't be true the part about watching because I went to your wedding." Pietro argued, stealing one of his sister's strawberries and receiving a repressive look - which he ignored - about it. "That's different from Vis, too. First, he's a guy, and a real asshole one. Two, you haven't been involved with a girl, in what? Twelve years?"

Rolling her eyes, Wanda finishes chewing before answering.

"My sex life doesn't interest you, you know."

Pietro laughs. "Oh, so you've been trying with women again." He deduces, but Wanda doesn't bother to confirm. "Monica didn't tell me about it."

"Because it's nobody's business." Wanda retorted almost uncomfortably.

"Yes, but you know dad..."

"Jesus, Pietro, don't you think I'm past the stage of giving him explanations?" Wanda interrupts impatiently.

Pietro shrugs his shoulders, laughing awkwardly. "It's not about explanations, Wanda. It's just that he tells us to be careful with our public lives, especially for someone in his position. Come on, even I have my adventures in California, but I keep it all pretty private."

With an impatient sigh, Wanda nods for the waiter to bring the bill.

"The only person who came to bother me about this story was you." She declares. "And no, I'm not dating anyone and my relationships are none of your business, so, no, you can't meet her."

Pietro sighed in defeat, and didn't bring up the subject further, realizing that if he pressed at this point he might end up on bad terms with his sister.

As soon as the waiter brought the bill and walked away with his credit card, he asked, "Am I still welcome in the Company?"

Wanda laughed with a frown. "What? Of course! It's still your name on the door, and well, you're annoying, but I love you and always want to see you. Now, goodbye, I need to get back to work."

Spoke the redhead quickly, getting up with her purse to leave the restaurant. She didn't notice the mischievous smirk from her brother, who had just indirectly received the permission he wanted to keep appearing around. Especially at a certain congress that would take place in a few days of which he overheard one of the customers at the back table talking about when Wanda went to the bathroom.

He needed to meet the girl who messed up the life of the flawless Wanda Maximoff because he had promised himself that no one else would ever hurt his twin sister like Vision did right under his eyes. Pietro felt he owed Wanda a debt and making sure she was as happy as he was now was the only way to repay it.

–//–

Wanda knew something was wrong as soon as she met your gaze - and the persistent little smile on your face - on her way back from lunch. After the manner in which you left her office that morning, she expected you to be enraged with her for at least a couple of days, or until the sessions with Agatha were over. Or worse, until you accepted Stephen's offer and left.

But when she entered the floor, one of the few people who hadn't gone out to lunch yet was you, and the satisfied expression immediately fell as suspicious to her.

Wanda would have approached you, inquiring as to why you looked so pleased, but the woman waiting for her at the door made her change her mind.

Agatha was a very competent employee, but Wanda knew very well that she had to be extra careful with someone like her. Sighing almost unnoticeably, she approached to greet the director.

You were having a hard time hiding that you were indeed watching Wanda enter the room with Agatha, and of course, Natasha shared your curiosity about how that meeting would end, but the redhead was starving.

"Please, can we go to lunch now?" She questioned impatiently, and you let out a sigh, looking at the pile of reports delayed by the meeting with Harkness and back at your friend.

"I think I'll ask some takeout, Tasha, I still have so much work..."

"No, no, no!" Nat interrupted already getting up. "We promised to take our lunch hours completely when the project was over yes? No burying yourself in work, you need to take breaks."

"But I-"

"I'll tell Wanda!" She warned making you raise an eyebrow. "Or rather, I'll tell Agatha! You're on very good terms with company politics right now." Ironized the woman making you roll your eyes.

Maria returned from the sales meeting room and already had her bag in hand to leave for lunch.

"So, shall we go?" She asked and Nat patted you on the shoulder to get up soon, and with a sigh of defeat, you did.

You didn't miss the opportunity to take one last look at the figure of Wanda sitting in the armchair, listening silently and with a locked jaw to everything Agatha was reading to her.

"[...] Miss L/N agreed not to make formal complaints as long as you also attended sessions on Leadership and People Management that would ensure proper behavior with your employees." Finished the woman, and despite the impassive expression, Wanda could tell she was very pleased with the whole thing.

Tapping her fingers on the support of her chair, Wanda took a moment to respond. "Of course, Agatha. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, and for taking care of everything. Put that on formal record, and I will be more than happy to participate in the sessions with the HR people." The redhead forced a gentle smile, rising to shake Agatha's hand and lead her out.

As soon as the door closed, she let her forehead rest against the wood for a second.

Formal complaints, leadership review sessions...

Wanda smiled to herself. You are playing with fire right now; She should have known that even though you were leaving, you weren't going without shaking her life completely again.

–//–

Maria was not surprised to hear about you and Wanda, and it certainly made her wife slightly upset.

"I just don't think it's fair how you realized before I did that my best friend wanted to sleep with her boss and didn't consider saying, I don't know, 'hey honey, I think Y/N is having homosexual feelings about our manager!'

You almost choked on your lunch, and Maria was already chuckling softly.

"Jesus, Nat, I didn't know it was happening, I just imagined it could be!" The brunette justified herself, but Nat just grumbled.

"It's almost the same thing." She retorted, crossing her arms on the table.

"Do you mind not discussing my sex life in the middle of a restaurant? Especially where half the office comes for lunch." You asked in a low tone, and they agreed with a nod, although Wanda continued as the topic.

"Y/N passed on some complaints to HR this morning." Nat reported, and that surprised Mary. "I wish I could have seen Wanda's expression, but I was hungry enough for that to be in the background."

"Any chance she'll fire you for that?" Hill questioned almost worriedly making you laugh softly.

"No, it would be seen as retaliation." You say. "Besides this, I think she's under the impression that I'm gonna quit."

Maria raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Because she has an offer from the Kamar Taj people." It was Natasha who replied with a proud smile. Maria's eyes widened and she let out an impressed expression, sharing her wife's pride.

"That's incredible, Y/N! When do you start there?"

Nat let out a wry laugh, which confused his wife, and you sighed before clarifying, "I'm not taking it."

"Wait, why not?"

You shrugged, setting your fork down on your plate. "I like working here. Wanda's not perfect, but she's the best I know. And a company where I work with more women than men, with all the benefits and the good salary? That's not something you find just anywhere."

"I thought Strange was going to pay you more." Nat comments distractedly and you sigh.

"He will, but it's not the same role." You comment. "Not to mention that the Kamar Taj doesn't offer the same health insurance, and I get the impression that they don't have diversity as a policy. We met their team at the last Tech Expo, don't you remember? All old, white men."

"Yes, it was a freak show." Nat retorts with a grimace that made you and Maria laugh.

"You didn't tell Wanda you're not quitting?" Hill asked and you bite back a smile.

"Of course not." You answer amused. "After the way she behaved with me? I'm going to put off that conversation as long as possible. If I can get her to beg me to stay it will be a bonus, a scene that improves my year one hundred percent."

"My god, you are terrible." Maria said between laughs.

"You'll need to be careful with Strange then." Nat warns after a moment. "You said Wanda found out through him, didn't you? If you're going to dismiss the offer, he's sure to end up telling her, maybe even at the upcoming convention."

"Damn, you're right." You grumbled getting thoughtful for a moment. "Well, maybe I can postpone my answer. He told me that the offer would be up until the end of the sales season, that is Wednesday. Maybe I can stall him...say I'd like to meet the company first or something. You know how these executives are, they love to show off. And I know Wanda would be even more nervous if she hear about me visiting the Kamar Taj..."

"A little devil I how I would call you." Nat commented getting a giggle out of you and Maria. "Your plan is great, just don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

Your face grew warm, but you gave a short laugh. "Stop it. It's just fun. After all, that's happened, she owes me one for putting up with suffering in her management for so long. And well, if she gets pissed off, the sex gets even better."

Maria laughed, but Nat made a face of disgust. "No talking about it during lunch, please."

You just laughed before going back to eating. With luck, everything would go according to plan, although it did occur to you, for a brief moment, that you weren't quite sure what you were planning, what was the point of all that game between you and Wanda. Doubts were pushed later when Nat mentioned taking you for your favorite strawberry cake at Arpège.

–//–

Minutes of work quickly turned into hours when Wanda concentrated on what she was doing.

It was natural for her. She became so wrapped up in her tasks that she forgot about the rest of the world.

Office hours had ended almost thirty minutes ago, but she still had spreadsheets to finish. And because her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she thought she'd better get some coffee.

Grabbing her cell phone to check with the babysitter that everything was okay with the kids, Wanda left the room, smiling at the selfie Rachel sent with the twins still in their soccer uniforms waving to the camera.

She raised her head when she heard the sound of someone sighing, and was surprised to find a figure with her head buried in a pile of reports, soft hair that she knew well.

Unhurriedly, she approached your desk, leaning her elbow on the partition and looking at your back for a second. Sleeves pulled up to elbow height, hair caught in a bun, exposing the skin of your neck, making Wanda remember what it felt like to bite and hear you moaning-

"Why are you still here?" The words made you jump out of your seat in fright, and then relax as you noticed it was just Wanda, and go back to typing.

"I had some pending matters that I don't want to delay me tomorrow."

"I thought you weren't going to work late anymore." She retorted studying you, but you only let out a short laugh.

"And what choice do I have?"

"If I put an extra appointment on your calendar, I would understand a delay in turning in reports. I wouldn't charge you for it." Wanda insists, but you look at her with a mischievous smile.

"You'd love it if I asked for an extra deadline wouldn't you?" You inquire in a challenging tone, causing Wanda to lick her lips. " Crawling into your office, begging for a favor."

Locking her jaw, Wanda clears her throat to push away the other ways she might like to imagine you begging. "It was just a suggestion."

You didn't lose your posture, swiveling your chair toward her and crossing your arms. "It must be frustrating for you, right, Wanda? Wanting me to submit so badly and seeing me succeed at even the most impossible tasks you demand of me."

Wanda choked softly, her eyes going down to her mouth for a moment. "I never wanted you to fail at anything, Y/N. And I don't mind if you need to ask me for help... But about submitting, that's inappropriate." Even she was not believing that she had managed to put this new barrier between you.

Your confident look faltered. But then you realized that Wanda was clenching her fists, of course, you did, and you smiled again.

"I think we're past what is considered inappropriate, Miss Maximoff." You defiance and Wanda muttered to herself, feeling hot and bothered. She wanted to lean down, kiss you so hard just to wipe that winning expression off your face, and maybe sink her fingers inside you, the only sensation she hadn't experienced yet.

But the office was not empty. And she was on thin ice. You were leaving - after threatening formal complaints if she didn't behave like a decent supervisor - and she still had at least two years of very well-buried feelings that Wanda didn't want out.

With a sigh, she adjusted her posture, adopting her impassive expression again. "Go home, Y/N. If you want to work on those damn reports so badly, do it from your bathtub or something."

You bit back a smile, and when Wanda made mention of leaving, you held her forearm gently, the touch almost making her give it all up, and sending a wave of gentle warmth to your center.

"All right, Miss Maximoff, I'm leaving." You began gently, your fingers tracing their way down Wanda's arm to play with the rings on her fingers. "I'll take the work to my tub, try to have a little fun while I do it... How many fingers do you think I should use?" You ask lowly, and Wanda chokes, watching you take off the first ring. "One? Maybe two..." The second ring comes off, and Wanda has to rest her other hand on the table, her heart racing in her ears. At the third ring, you bite back a smile, staring into her eyes, the pupils as dilated as hers. "I'll be so tight with three."

An affected grunt escaped Wanda, and she pulled her hand away, feeling her face heat up as she met your expression of pure victory, your eyes glittering with mischief as you fit the rings you stole from her onto your own fingers.

A janitor came whistling onto the floor, and Wanda took a step away, trying to clear her thoughts as you rolled your eyes and began to gather your things.

Just as you were ready to get up, Wanda leaned down, took your face by the cheeks, and kissed you so hard that you were thankful you were sitting down.

A moan escaped your lips, but she pulled away just as quickly, a devilish look on her face as she wiped the smeared lipstick off with the tip of her thumb.

"I want to see if you'll be able to cum without my permission." She challenged, and without diverting your eyes from her, you held her wrist to keep her hand on your cheek.

"I'll tell you how many times I did, tomorrow." You promised, moving your face to kiss the tip of her thumb that was wiping off the lipstick, and then walking away at once, leaving a rather frustrated Wanda behind.

–//–

Wanda was not used to this feeling.

To want someone so much that she would risk her whole life for it. Because, except for the boys, her career was her life. And at that moment, she was just thankful that you had turned your back, because otherwise, she would have fucked you at that table, in front of anyone else who took a chance in the after-hours. Screw the consequences.

But that didn't happen. She went back into her own office and had to pretend that she could ignore the growing aching in her center to work.

She did decent reports for forty minutes. Then she figured that if she tried an aspirin, she could forget about the last encounter and go home before seven. Opening the drawer without taking her eyes off the numbered sets, she groped the surface in search of the pills and gasped when she felt the thin fabric against her fingertips.

Fuck me.

Swallowing dryly, she looked down at the set of your clothes that she had left in storage. It was just a way to annoy you by not letting you take it back, maybe she could be selfish enough to have some of you when you left.

But now the little tease had backfired on her - like everything these days apparently - when she felt a warm twinge in her center, the longing to feel your body against hers.

Wanda found her mind wandering. Would you be home by now? Would you keep your word? Take the reports to the bathtub, and if you got too bored, run your hand down your body and bury your fingers right where she wanted to. Would you do this wearing her rings?

Groaning softly, Wanda got up to lock the door, and lower the curtains.

Another thing she didn't have much time to deal with was solo pleasure.

With work and children at home, it was almost an impossible task. If she wanted to, or worse, if it got to the point where she was pining for it, she always did it with a companion. One-night stands, nothing more than that, never someone to stay with, to get involved with.

She sat back in the armchair, one hand resting on her thigh while the other pulled your panties out of the drawer.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel you. Clenching around her tongue. A sigh escaped her lips, and Wanda let her hand venture inside her skirt, teasing herself over the fabric of her underwear.

She murmured in satisfaction at finding herself so wet, and all she needed was to think of you for half a second. Even though she washed, she risked bringing the item up to her face height, inhaling deeply for any remnants beyond the faint scent of fabric softener she could get of you.

It was no longer there. Fuck automatic washing machines.

She returned the fabric to the drawer with a frustrated grumble, the circular motions around her clit was not enough.

She needed you.

To feel your body in hers, on top, underneath, wherever you wanted. Your taste, your smell, your sounds.

Fuck this. Wanda smiled to herself, removing her fingers from inside her wet, aching pussy. She teased you about being able to finish without her, but that backfired on her, too.

Not being able to cum without someone else. How pathetic. And that was exactly where she found herself at.

With a loud sigh, she decided to get back to work, frustrated or not, she had a company to manage.

--//--

--//--

Whenever a project was successfully finished at the Maximoff Company, the team responsible went out to celebrate.

An all-night party - from bowling to soccer games - that always ended in embarrassing photos, good memories, and the promise that the next time would be even better.

In the autumn of your forth year in the company, you had your first project as coordinator, a risky but high-profit thing. And after endless and exhausting hours of work, meetings and reports, came the reward.

You just wanted to celebrate. And preferably with the people who made it possible.

Surrounded by your co-workers and direct reports as well - Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill - plus the rest of the team you coordinated, and the additional guests from the company, you had surely consumed more alcohol in the last fifteen minutes than you had all year.

You were laughing foolishly at Natasha's wry comments and Maria's stories, and when the next round of beer arrived, you were certainly talking too much.

"[...] That woman is driving me insane, I'm telling you!" You complained loudly and clearly drunk, while your friends giggled along with the subject having become the perpetually dissatisfied Wanda Maximoff, your boss for two years. "She made me rewrite the final draft three times before delivery week! Three! What kind of controlling, psychopathic person does that kind of thing?"

Maria and Nat shrugged, knowing full well what you suffered from in Wanda's management. She was extremely demanding and perfectionist, especially with whoever was in leadership. And getting the coordination position certainly costed you many lost nights of sleep.

Natasha filled your glass after hers. "The good thing is we made it, Y/N!" She recalled smiling, as inebriated as you were. "It was the worst month of work ever, but we did it. You did it, boss! You survived your first project with that witch!"

You, Maria, and even some of the other colleagues - Bucky, Steve, and Sam - who were at the next table laughed, and raised their glasses for a toast together.

But when the drinks didn't stop, you grew bolder.

"I just think it's fucking funny how she thinks she can boss us around like that!" You exclaimed in a mixture of anger and irony. Everyone was drunk enough to agree in unison. "Nothing is ever good for Miss Perfection! Remember when I missed my niece's recital to work on my promotion? She never forgave me for that! God, I didn't even show up to my dad's wedding to stay in the office!"

"To be fair, he was getting married for the fourth time..." Maria murmured softly, making Nat laugh, but you kept confessing to the whole bar, your voice high and alcoholic.

"She didn't even thank me for doing everything I could to make this project work!" You commented with a long sip of something that was certainly not beer. "Ungrateful, petty, little bitch-"

"Careful, Miss L/N, or I might end up thinking we have some kind of conflict." A female voice you knew well interrupted your speech and you froze in your spot, the shocked expressions of all your colleagues were to someone behind you.

Whoever the hell thought to invite Wanda to participate sure didn't plan your little outburst in the middle of the bar, but that didn't matter much. Because you were drunk enough to finish your cocktail and turn to her with a cold expression.

"What the fucking difference is it going to make if we have?" You challenged making all your colleagues hold their breath as they watched the interaction.

The emerald eyes in front of you flashed in a way that made your heart soar in your chest, and the manner in which Wanda locked her jaw sent a wave of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

"You're lucky we're off the work premises." She commented without losing her elegant, imposing posture. She was still wearing her coat, which indicated that she had just arrived at the bar, only for the worst moment of the speech. "In the company, that kind of language would not be allowed."

"But fucking with the mental state of your employees is within the rules?" You retorted, narrowing your eyes at her, and could swear that even if only for a second, you saw guilt flash through her eyes.

"In what sense have I fucked you Miss L/N?" She teased with a wry laugh, and you almost choked on the double meaning - which only your drunk brain picked up - in her words. "Last time I checked you had a promotion and a very generous bonus."

"Don't forget panic attacks and insomnia from stress." You sneered and Wanda licked her lips, the action attracting your immediate attention.

"We have a department for psychological support, plus a quality medical insurance policy." She reasoned coldly, her eyes scanning you. "But if you're not ready for the pressure in a leadership position, perhaps this conversation should take place on Monday..."

You gave a wry laugh, the words that were about to come out of your mouth would surely make Monday's conversation not with Wanda, but with the human resources people. Fortunately, Natasha stood up and interfered, giving a witless laugh as she said you had had too much to drink and quickly dragged you outside before you could add anything further.

"Screw her, that bitch! Fuck, I hate her so fucking much!" You exclaimed angrily at the safety outside, hugging your body over the cold breeze as Nat looked inside - at everyone's embarrassed expressions after that scene - and then back at you.

"Hey, I know you do, but you need to calm down." Warned the redhead in a suddenly sober and serious tone. "You need to remember that you have bills to pay, and that you've put in a lot of effort to get your work recognized, you can't throw it all away over a few beers. I'll get you some water, try not to get another fight."

You laughed humorlessly, leaning your back on the wall of the bar as Nat went back inside. Trying to regain some sobriety, you propped your hands on your knees and lowered your head, taking a deep breath.

When, a few minutes later, a bottle of water was placed in front of you, you were almost falling asleep.

"Thanks Nat, I think I'll be going-" Your expression shuttered as you raised your head and met Wanda's eyes, the red scarf she wasn't wearing before now firmly around her neck. You chuckled dryly, pushing the item away. "Your last act is to poison me, now?"

Your taunt made her roll her eyes. "Sure, I've been planning your murder all this time. It started when I hired you, and then promoted you. Now I've asked your best friend to let me bring you water, only to poison you in front of three hundred witnesses." She mocked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Sounds like you've given it a lot of thought."

Wanda chuckled shortly, shaking her head, "You're impossible." And she tried to hand you the bottle again, and because your head was spinning, you begrudgingly accepted it.

She just stood there next to you, watching you drink like a good boss helping her employee, and it made your blood boil. After a long sip, you looked at her with irritation, "If you are waiting for me to apologize, you sit tight."

"Oh, no, you're not the type to apologize out of the mere willingness to do so." She retorts, and is not looking at your eyes, but at the drop of water that has run down your jaw. "You're the type who needs to have your apology ripped out of you." She stated low, the intense gaze meeting yours made your whole body shudder.

"I-I..."

"What? Aren't you so full of yourself now?" Wanda teased moving closer, until her face was close enough for you to feel her warm breath in contrast to the frost of the night. "Don't you have anything naughty to tell me?"

Your head was a mess, and Wanda's scent so close certainly wasn't helping. But swallowing dryly, and trying to muster some dignity you retorted:

"I just might have a list." Your husky tone made her grin, the tension between you two was palpable, and you think you could touch it if you raised your hand. What you did was infinitely more humiliating.

Wanda licked her lips again, but by their proximity, they brushed against yours and a low moan made its way up your throat, darkening the pupils of the woman in front of you completely. She gave a breathless chuckle, clearly realizing the effect she had on you, and instead of a snide remark, she asked a question that would change everything between the two of you:

"How about you go back to my apartment and show me exactly how unappreciated you feel, Miss L/N?"

You were waving almost immediately, and tried to restrain yourself - really tried - but by the time Wanda was asking for a cab, you were considering just throwing everything up to let her have you in the back seat of the car.

You could hardly breathe along the way. She didn't kiss you, merely interlaced your hands with hers on the top of your thigh, her fingers caressing yours softly as she kept her gaze on the road.

She texted Natasha from your side, loose words about getting you home safely, but you were having a hard time reading anything when you had her so close, her floral scent sending a wave of warmth throughout your body every time you breathed in.

Despite the tension, you managed to keep your composure as you two exited the vehicle and made your way to the elevator. And you were doing a good job, pretending that the numerical display of floors signaling that the elevator was coming down was much more interesting than the woman next to you.

Wanda, however, seemed to have enough.

When the doors opened, she waited for you to enter first, and in a second, she was all over you, your back pressed against the glass, The doors closed as her lips met yours.

You melted. Wanda was overwhelming. She kissed you hungrily, sliding her tongue against yours without waiting for permission, and only now did you taste vodka on her. Asking about how long she really had been at the bar would have to be left for another time, because now, as she was pressuring you with her whole body, her breasts pressed against yours and her hands running up your blouse, you couldn't think of anything but her.

How you two managed to stumble out of the elevator, between hot kisses and wandering hands was a mystery to you. Your head was spinning, and all you could feel was Wanda.

Sounds slipped the more your body warmed up, and you became lost in the sensations.

And then everything turned into a blur.

The first rays of sunlight made you grumble against the mattress. And the strong migraine that appeared when you tried to open your eyes the first time drew a loud sigh from you.

Groping your way across the mattress, you frowned in confusion when you noticed that your bed was much bigger than expected. And opening your eyes, you ignored the migraine with a surprised exclamation when you realized that this was not your room.

Okay, don't panic. You tried to calm yourself mentally, but when you realized that you had no idea where you were, or how you arrived in a room so luxurious that it looked like something out of a television series, you started to get really nervous.

The bed was empty, which could be a good sign. Maybe you could get out without being seen.

To your surprise, whoever it was who brought you home was kind enough to leave an aspirin on the headboard with a glass of water - well appreciated items - but you didn't want to raise your expectations, especially since the oversized shirt you were wearing wasn't yours.

Your last memory was the first round of beers at the bar with the girls. And to complain about so many other employees in suits who were not invited by any of you.

Round of beers. Fancy apartment. Maybe you were lucky with an executive?

A female voice in the distance attracted your attention, and you followed the sound until you were facing a half-open rolling door that seemed to lead into an office. Your breath hitched as you recognized the woman inside.

Flashbacks of memories from last night hit you immediately - darkened emerald eyes, breathless whispers, a warm hand inside your blouse - but nothing was clear enough.

With your heart hammering in your chest, and with the certainty that you had just ruined your career in a single night, you opened the door.

Wanda was on the phone, sounding irritated, so early giving orders, but upon noticing your presence, her posture relaxed.

You hugged your own body, waiting for her to finish as you looked around for some support, feeling like you might throw up at any moment.

As you approached the table, you caught a glimpse of the photograph of her children and couldn't hold back a groan that escaped your lips.

Leaning back on the wood, you sank your face into your own hands, trying to lessen the impact of what you had done.

You almost jumped in fright when Wanda touched your forearms, since you hadn't even heard her get off the phone.

She stroked your skin gently, until you looked up at her, and to your surprise you only met a concerned look.

"Are you feeling better, dekta?"

"What...?" You tried to start off completely shocked. "Dekta? Wanda how are you so calm? We've just... Oh my god, I'm so fired! How am I going to pay my rent, Yelena's going to kill me, I'm going to leave her and Fanny on the street and I'm going to have to get another job and there's no company in New York with the same benefits and-"

Wanda interrupted your anxious babbling with a tender "shush, sweetheart, breathe." She asked, her hands on your wrists as her fingers circled your skin. "You're not fired I promise."

You let out a humorless chuckle. "I'm pretty sure sleeping with your boss violates at least dozens of policies."

Wanda laughed softly, and it was the first time you saw her blushing. The sight made your stomach turn with nervousness. She smiled at you, her eyes falling to your lips for a moment.

"Too bad nothing happened then." She commented, making you frown in confusion.

"What, but I thought..."

Wanda denied with her head, the smile not leaving her lips as she released your hands to play with the buttons on your shirt.

"I made you an offer, but you were in no state to accept." She comments almost guiltily. Swallowing dryly, she adds, "We played a little, nothing but your delightful kisses, my darling, and then you didn't feel well, and I put you to sleep."

"That's... Oh my god I threw up on you didn't I?" You grumbled in shame, trying to hide your face in your hands again, but Wanda only laughed, holding your hands in your lap.

"Just before I helped you shower and you sang the opening of Backyardigans. It was a night full of surprises, yes." She retorted drawing another grumble from him, though she only continued with an easy laugh on her lips.

"God, I'll never be able to look at you again."

You declared with burning cheeks, and that made Wanda squeeze your hands gently.

"I hope that's not true." She returned more seriously this time. "In fact, I hope that looking isn't the only thing you're going to do."

"Oh." You choked in surprise, and all Wanda did was smile, her hands shifting so that your fingers were completely entwined, sending a shiver through your body.

"'Oh' indeed," she replied softly, bringing her face closer until there were only a few inches between your lips. "How about we continue where we left off?"

"Singing Backyardigans?" You joked breathlessly, eliciting a hoarse chuckle from her.

"A little earlier..." She retorted, turning her face slightly to kiss your cheek, and jaw, and down to your neck.

"The shower?" You tried with a sigh, barely able to keep your eyes open when her lips found a sensitive spot on your collarbone.

"Hmm, better, but still not exactly right. Just a bit sooner..." She guided, and her lips bit your skin lightly, getting a low moan.

"I'm out of suggestions." You confess with your breathing shallow, because you really can't remember much from the night before, especially with Wanda kissing your neck like that.

She smiles against your skin, and you bite back a dissatisfied grumble when she stops her caresses to put a little distance between your bodies, and looks at you.

"The part you apologized."

"The part...what?" you question confused, feeling the irritation return. Wanda bites back a smile.

"The way you behaved, yes?" She clarified in a teasing tone, her hands starring yours loosened to land on your thighs. "All that swearing.... What a naughty girl."

This time, Wanda muffled the moan that escaped your throat with her own mouth, making you choke slightly. But before you could properly respond, she pulled away, biting and tugging on your lower lip as she broke the kiss.

Your body was on fire, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Say you're sorry." She ordered against your lips, her eyes so dark you could barely make out the green in them.

"You want me to lie, then?" You challenged, running your hands up her arms to her shoulders. Wanda let out an affected chuckle against your cheek, her nails scratching your thighs teasingly.

"If you're going to be a brat about it, I'm going to treat you like one." She warned, and her words sent a sharp twinge to your belly, making you instinctively clench your thighs together, a movement that did not go unnoticed by the woman in front of you. Wanda chuckled again, her hands working to pull your shirt up a little. "But I think that's exactly what you want."

Despite trembling over her touch, you lifted your chin in defiance, "I won't apologize for speaking the truth." You retorted with a confidence that didn't do justice to the way you felt your body heat up at Wanda's touch, her fingers scratching their way up your belly, the very woman in front of you just raised a eyebrow.

"The truth, you say?" she retorted, the palms finding your breasts and wrapping them tightly made you choke, your hips thrusting up up against the emptiness as Wanda bit back a smile. "And what are your complaints, my darling?"

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes behind your head at Wanda's fingers squeezing and stimulating your breasts, you swallowed dryly, and replied breathlessly, "You are bossy, overly demanding..." In one swift motion, Wanda removed your shirt and tossed it away, her gaze focused on your chest for only a second before she dove her face against your breasts, kissing the tip and sucking hard, eliciting a loud sigh as you lost all line of thought.

With your silence, she looked up, her fingers playing with the tip of your nipples as she traced her way back to your neck. At the height of your ear, she played with the lobe before whispering:

"You're right about me being bossy..." A soft bite on your skin that made you close your eyes and tighten your legs around her. "And about being demanding, oh honey, you have no idea..."

A soft moan escaped as she firmed her thigh against your center, her hands squeezing your breasts and her lips returning to yours. But she kissed no more than lightly, a lingering smile as she said, "But I know you can handle it."

This time, when you tried to squeeze your thighs together, you found Wanda's firm against you, and you choked on a whimper as she smiled, her hands leaving your breasts to firm up at your waist, her fingers drawing patterns on your hip bone as she began to guide your movements against her.

The friction made you whimper - it wasn't nearly enough - but it was getting you soaked, grinding against her thigh and trying to ease the ache in your core. Wanda let out a satisfied grunt, able to feel the wetness against her skin, but suddenly she steadied your waist and stopped your movements.

The groan of frustration was muffled by the intense kiss she gave you, as her fingers descended, and with them your panties as well.

Wanda's body followed her hands, breaking the kiss and lowering her lips as she bent down to remove the item from you. When the fabric went loose on your legs, she let it slip to the floor as her mouth moved down your belly to where you were pulsing.

"Wanda..." You gasped as you felt her kiss your inner thighs, that damn smug smile never leaving her lips. Her hands firmed on you again, but she didn't kiss you where you wanted her to. She just looked up, and waited for you to be bothered enough by the lack of friction to do the same. "What?" you questioned in a mixture of impatience and horniness, wishing she would just touch you at once.

"I wanna hear you beg." She declared, and you let out a breathless laugh, raising an eyebrow at her confidently, though your whole body was at her mercy.

"Beg? You're the one practically on your knees to me."

A dark twinkle flashed through her eyes, but she chuckled briefly, "Oh baby, you are so lucky I have been waiting for this for so long." She declared surprising you, but you put off thinking about it, because her hand came down to spread your legs apart from each other, leaving you wide open for her. One of them moved up to your center, and she pressed her fingers against your clit hard making you choke on a moan. "But you will be punished when I get a taste of this pussy, keep that in mind." She warned before diving her mouth against you, and this time, you couldn't control the sounds.

Wanda moaned in satisfaction as she tasted you, completely soaked against her lips, while her tongue licked provacatively, exploring your folds slowly for a moment, until she sank as deep as she could, making you throw your head back and arch your back, your hips thrusting against her face.

Every time your movements matched her mouth, she changed the speed, smiling against you as you heard her moan of mixed frustration and arousal. Always so close, and then, start all over again.

Your legs were trembling, and you became a whimpering mess, in a last desperate act, you brought one of your hands to her hair, trying to force her against your pussy, and Wanda grunted, her nails digging hard into your thighs, "P-please, I need to cum... just-"

She increased the speed, cutting you halfway through your sentence, a loud moan ripping through your throat. That was it, finally. You were getting there, clenching against her tongue, so close....

Wanda pulled away at once, you almost screamed in frustration, but she stood up, one hand steadying itself on your neck and the other behind your back. "You don't cum until I say you can." She warned against your lips before kissing you hard, your own taste on her lips made you moan into the kiss, and Wanda smiled contentedly as she broke the momentum later, the hand on your neck squeezing gently every time you tried to rub against her thigh. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad, p-please..."

"You look so sexy when you beg." She teased, her hand squeezing your neck and you thought maybe now she would relieve your suffering, but she pulled away completely.

Confused but entirely out of orbit, you watched her go around the table to one of the cabinets and open the last drawer. And then choked as she brought a strap in her hands the way back to you.

"Do you like what you see, dear?" She asked watching you bite your lips, but when you tried to squeeze your thighs together being able to imagine the feel of it inside you, Wanda patted your knees twice in warning.

"Don't spoil it now that you're so close to being rewarded." She warned sweetly as she worked to get completely unclothed in front of you, the sight making you drool.

"Can I...can I touch you?" you ventured, feeling your hands itching to grab her hips, her breasts, any part of the stunning woman in front of you.

Wanda let out an impressed giggle, "Just a little edging and you've already learned to ask permission?" She taunted, her clothes completely off now, and her hands busy securing the strap around her waist. "You always were a quick learner, weren't you?"

You only nodded, biting your lips as you waited for her to allow you to touch her. But Wanda just sighed as she put the strap on, and it was only there that you realized it was double and you widened your eyes slightly.

She moved closer to you before you could say anything, her hands firmly on your waist and neck as she kissed you, drawing a loud sigh from your lips. The tip of the toy rubbing against your thigh was driving you insane, and when your hand risked groping the object to guide it into you, Wanda surely felt it, and broke the kiss with a tug on your lower lip that made you groan.

"But you still disobeys, tsk, what a shame." She murmured against your lips, and her hands moved down, pulling your hand away from the toy, and opening your legs for her. "You have so much to learn, baby."

Guiding the tip, Wanda took her eyes off you to watch the toy sink inside your pussy without difficulty, moaning along with you as she watched you be filled completely.

"Too big... Wanda..." You gasped with your eyes closed hard, your hands clenching the table.

"You think so? Doesn't look like it, from the way your pussy is sucking me inside." She teased, feeling the slight resistance as she moved out, a hearty moan escaping your lips.

"Oh, fuck me." You whimpered, and Wanda giggled, one hand steadying on your back, the other guiding the toy inside again.

"I will."

You weren't surprised that she wasn't gentle. The promise about being punished actually came true as Wanda began to thrust hard into you, the table making a rattling noise as her movements in and out of you became more uncoordinated.

Your sounds were muffled by her mouth pressed against yours as she fucked you with the strap-on, one hand returned to your neck, the pressure only made you more aroused.

It didn't take long before you began to spasm, your high quickly approaching, and this time, Wanda let you reach it. You came with a loud throaty moan, arching your back on the table and with your legs braced tightly against her waist. Your arousal was dripping down your thighs, but Wanda didn't stop.

"Too much... Please..." You tried, but her incessant movements were soon tearing another orgasm out of you, even more intense than the one before, your whole body was vibrating in ecstasy, and you were squirming against her, unable to keep your eyes open or control your sounds.

Wanda grabbed your thighs, and increased the speed, going as deep as she could, and your whole body shuddered, your swollen and overstimulated clit made you whimper, but she kept going.

Laying your back on the table, she pushed inside you hard and fast, no longer removing the toy completely now, and the new angle seemed just right for her to reach her own high. Gasping and moaning softly, she slammed into you a few times until she came, throwing her head back and then falling onto you, her face on your collarbone as you both tried to normalize your breathing.

"That was..." She began in a husky voice, lifting her face to study your expression.

You gave an affected laugh, "Fuckin' incredible." Your response made her smile as well, her lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss. The toy was still firmly inside you, but after three orgasms in a row and so intense, it was more painful than pleasurable, and you needed a moment. Wanda was considerable enough to slide out.

"Just two minutes, and you can keep fucking my brain out." You joked making her chuckle breathlessly. She kissed you one last time before entwining your body with hers and lifting you sitting up again, only to wrap your legs tightly around her and pick you up on her lap, heading for the bedroom.

She knelt on the bed, laying you down on the mattress and getting on top of you, biting her lips as she looked at you, and making you blush over her hungry gaze.

"Two minutes you say?" she commented and you nodded with a sigh, watching her pull away only to remove the strap from her waist - the dildo soaked from your arousals made you blush - and throw it on the floor.

"I can make you feel good while I get ready." You suggested in a sigh, and Wanda raised an eyebrow, but smiled as she lay on top of you again.

"Yeah? I can think of a few things..." She commented as you exchanged breathless kisses, which were warming your body quickly.

When her lips descended down your neck, and her fingers danced dangerously over your nipples, you gasped:

"You can sit on my face while you wait."

Wanda grunted against your skin, her thigh instinctively fitting between your legs made you shudder on the mattress. She raised her face to you, almost with an apologetic expression, but met your gloomy gaze and smiled.

With a nod of confirmation, Wanda kissed you one last time before moving with no hurry until she was sitting at your face height.

You sighed at being able to smell her, but let out a loud, satisfied moan when a sharp twinge of heat was sent to your lower abdomen just as Wanda lowered herself against you.

One hand was firmly on the headboard of the bed, and the other stroking your hair as she maintained eye contact, smiling sweetly even though she was riding your face.

Your body was in ecstasy. Wanda was a heavenly sight, her taste was the best you had ever had. She began to move slowly, enjoying the sensation of your tongue inside her, your face buried in her pussy.

When you grabbed her thighs, pulling her down, she choked, spasming against you as she drenched your tongue with her arousal. Her movements got faster, and the grip on your hair tightened, the gentle tugging along with the sounds you got from her were enough to get you soaked again, ready to start over.

"R-right there, baby...don't stop." She guided with her eyes closed, panting affectedly as she grinded against your face. Her orgarms was approaching, you could feel her soaked walls clenching on your tongue, the sensation tearing out a moan of your own as you increased the speed.

Wanda let her head fall back against the headboard, moaning loudly with her mouth open as she rode you, until she finally came, dripping into your mouth, her thighs clamping so tightly on the sides of your head that they muffled the sounds for a moment.

You just kept looking at her, your hands caressing her skin until she normalized her breathing and stared back at you, a look of complete adoration and blizz.

The tightness in your hair softened, but Wanda didn't move, enjoying the gentle licks against her swollen clit as she pulled your hair out of your face, murmuring in satisfaction.

"What a talented mouth you have, darling." She commented softly, almost rolling her eyes in pleasure as she felt you press a little harder on her clit for a second. "Who knew swearing at your boss in a crowded bar wouldn't be it's only talent." She teased with a smile, and you grumbled almost annoyed, the vibration making her sigh. "What? You ready to apologize for yesterday?"

You just licked her slowly, and Wanda bit her lips, firming her grip on your hair again and drawing a soft sigh from you. "I asked you a question."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared at her without answering, and Wanda sighed as she moved away from your face, her legs trembling as she sat next to you on the bed.

You wasted no time to rise properly, leaning in to kiss her, but this time, she pushed your shoulder back onto the bed.

"I'll get you some water."

Still aroused, but now confused, you frowned at the coldness, watching her leave the room.

When she returned, she barely looked at you after handing over the glass, searching the room for pajamas.

"Wanda..." You began but she sighed as you interrupted:

"Maybe you should leave." She stated, and her gaze was uncertain and annoyed. You swallowed dryly, and left the now empty glass on the headboard, suddenly feeling very exposed without your clothes. Covering your breasts with your arms and crossing your legs, you retorted:

"What's wrong?"

She let out a humorless laugh, pushing her hair back with one hand as she licked her lips and looked at you. "This, Y/N." She replied. "This's wrong for so many reasons and-"

"It doesn't feel wrong." You interrupted, feeling a lump rise in your throat. But you weren't going to cry. No chance. "W-we're both adults, and it was amazing-"

"You called me a bitch in front of two hundred people." She cut between her teeth, and you gave a dry laugh.

"Oh, so it' s about that." You returned. "Well, if you hadn't been a bitch the last few weeks I wouldn't have said anything-"

"But you can't say it!" She cut off incredulous and angry. And took a deep breath to control her tone. "I am your boss. You can get angry, and disagree with some of my methods, but you can't just disrespect me in front of half the office!"

"I didn't know you were going to be there!"

"I went after you!" She retorted and you frowned in confusion. But Wanda sighed loudly.

"You understand that I will have to take an action about this, right?"

Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt your eyes fill with tears, and you lifted your face. "You're going to fire me."

Wanda sighed, denying with her head. "I know you have another offer. It's a good time to leave with your head held high and-

"Wait what?" you cut confused. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda returned a sad chuckle, "You don't have to pretend, alright? I know Stephen has a job for you. The leaders talk with each other."

"How...?"

"I just thought I could keep you." Wanda continues with emotion in her voice. "We've worked together for so long. And I know, sometimes I push too hard. But you, you're so talented. And it's so hard for us. I know you had more skills and talent than any of your male colleagues, and when I took over the team you were the only one who stayed on as a junior and I wanted you to get so good that no one would ever have any way to diminish you ever again and-"

Wanda was babbling. Wanda Maximoff. It was a sight your brain couldn't process properly.

"Please stop talking." You asked impacted and only now realized that she also had tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry for pushing you." She stated then, and looked so small all of a sudden that you could barely breathe. "I know how it feels to not be valued for your work. How hard it is to keep yourself in a big company. And I won't hold any grudges if you accept the position Strange has offered you."

With a sigh, you stood up, walking in circles around the room, trying to think clearly.

"That's why you went to the bar, isn't it?" You then questioned in a mixture of incredulity and seriousness. "Stephen invited me to work with him yesterday afternoon, as soon as we got the results. You wanted to persuade me to say no."

"I was going to ask you to stay." Wanda clarified crossing her arms. "I like...I like working with you."

You laughed dryly, putting a hand to your own face. "And of course you only tell me that when I'm offered something better."

"It's not like that!" She defends herself. "I don't... That's not fair! It wasn't just bad times! The last month was hard, I pushed you to the limit, but you like working with me, I know you do..."

You laughed, pressing your face against your hands for a moment. Wanda didn't lose her poise as she added, "I know I'm right."

"Oh, but of course you would think so, wouldn't you?" You retort seriously. "You always have to be right, don’t you, Wanda Maximoff."

She locked her jaw, but swallowed dryly. "I don't wanna fight you anymore." She confessed. "We can end this amicably and-"

"But what is this exactly, Wanda?" You interrupted seriously, gesturing between you. "A business relationship? Friendship? Because I certainly don't fuck my colleagues or friends!"

She sighed, looking away a moment. "It was just that one time, we shouldn't have done it. You're leaving and I just needed to..."

"Use me one last time?" You concluded with a tearful laugh. Wanda looked at you with a frown.

"No, Y/N! Of course not!"

But you were already moving to dress in anything you could find - you didn't find your clothes imagining they were in the laundry room - and you ended up with clothes of Wanda's that smelled like her and increased your urge to cry. But you didn't.

She followed you around the apartment, and when you finished your shoes, she stood in front of the door.

"Come on, get out of the way. I'm leaving, just like you wanted.”

You say with your arms crossed, and she hesitates, looking ready to say something when the kitchen phone rings.

"I need to..."

"Don't mind me." You retort wryly, and she hesitates one last time before reaching out to pick up the handset.

From the change in expression, and posture, it's about work. You sigh, walking toward the door while ignoring Wanda's gaze urging you to wait as she mutters business words that make no sense to you now.

To reach the exit, you need to go through her. You do so, moving closer to her body while she is still on the phone, staring at you with watery eyes.

"It didn't feel wrong to me." You whisper in her ear, feeling her tense up. She rubs her fingertips against yours, staring at your lips, but doesn't say it back. And that is what you accept as an answer, turning away from her and leaving the apartment.

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