wanda’s girl

Wanda refused to let you go even after the movie was over, and most of the Avengers were stumbling in sleepy steps back to their rooms.

She tightened her hands around you and murmured into your neck for you to kindly take her back to her room, and you did so very willingly, carrying her on your lap - and ignoring the giggles and insinuating glances of your colleagues still present - the next moment.

Placing her gently on the bed, you made mention of getting up, but Wanda wouldn't loosen her grip on you.

"Sleep here." She asked in a whisper, her eyes searching yours. You smiled, your hands around her waist.

" I will be up very early tomorrow, I have a meeting with Steve about the mission. I don't want to bother you." You explain your hesitation since, at any other opportunity, Wanda wouldn't even need to ask.

"I don't mind." She assures you by closing her eyes again, her arms pulling you down. "Stay."

Even though you lay back down, holding her against your chest and stroking her hair until she fell asleep, you really did get up too early in the morning.

Wanda mumbled in her sleep, barely absorbing the gentle apology you said to her as you got up, but she smiled as she felt your lips on her forehead, the sweet "Good morning, my dear. See you later." before your warmth faded, and Wanda had to be content with just the blankets.

You needed to present to Steve the reports from the last mission, and well, you would be busy almost all morning. A few hours later, when Wanda got up and finished using the bathroom, she stumbled half sleepily back to her room, smiling as she noticed the television on with the presentation she had interrupted last night.

Wanda sat on her knees, her hands went to the small remote control you left on the carpet. She smiled as she continued the PowerPoint, feeling her chest warm up towards the slides on "Wanda Maximoff's most amazing missions, Reasons to consider Wanda a 'cinnamon roll who can actually kill you', favorite things Wanda likes to do". You put a little bit of everything of who she was, and Wanda was smiling with tears in her eyes as she finished looking at everything.

She stood up again to walk toward the box of items you had brought the night before and found herself blushing at the rest of the items you brought. There was a small vase with little papers of your favorite things about her, a guitar pick that you handmade with the avenger's symbol for her to practice, pictures of various moments that you took of her, and a small snow globe with Novi Grad on it.

The last item made Wanda frown.

It was a makeshift package of several letters and postcards stuck together. The biggest surprise was seeing her name on it. With a smooth motion, she tore the string that held them together and checked the first letter.

To: Wanda Maximoff. Avengers Compound, New York City. September 2015.

"Dear Wanda,

I am in Amsterdam now, and all the leaves are orange like the setting sun I can see from my window. I know Steve said you need to get some decent training before you can join missions, but I wish you were here. I would show you all the pubs with equally expensive and bad drinks, and the museums of this city. I was walking down the boulevard earlier, while following who I should (you know how these missions work), and I witnessed a marriage proposal. It was very lovely but made me unsure. I wondered if I would ever have the courage to tell you how I feel. If I would ever get down on my knees if we worked out, or if somehow I would just mess things up like a couple I saw arguing in the apartment next to mine. For now, my secret words will be my only answer to this."

Wanda choked softly, her eyes filled with tears. All the other letters and cards followed the same pattern, written in the times when you were sent on distant missions and were away from the compound for days or even weeks. They were all about your routine, descriptions about the destinations with funny and romantic stories, and many cut and rewritten sentences about your feelings towards her.

Wanda has received correspondence from you before. Never one that made her blush like the one named 'Paris, July' where you described your desire to run your lips over her body, or the 'London, February' where you write about imagining her taste. Wanda had to sit down for a second, fingers trembling when reading the sentences of “I can only imagine how I would easily get addicted to all the pretty sounds you would do when I put my mouth in you”.

All you ever sent were encrypted messages about being safe, letters addressed to all the Avengers and not just her. This was new. Well, actually it was old, but she had never seen it before and was overwhelmed for a moment to realize how much love and desire you have been keeping to yourself all this time.

She only realized she was crying when a tear fell on one of the pages, and with an embarrassed laugh, she wiped her face quickly, her heart racing in her chest.

A knock on the door made her raise her eyes, and Natasha entered in the same next.

"Hey, Maximoff, we have some training now." Notified the widow, but as soon as she realized the other's condition, she frowned in concern. "Is everything okay?"

Wanda laughed tearfully, nodding quickly. She was speechless still but didn't have to explain much because Nat approached next and noticed the box of items, her gaze falling to the cards in Wanda's hand.

"She finally found the courage to show them to you?" She asked and Wanda frowned slightly, swallowing dryly.

"Did you know about this?"

Nat gave a soft chuckle. "Unfortunately I made the mistake of opening one of them when we had a mission together. I was left traumatized."

Wanda laughed embarrassedly, shaking her head. "Why didn't she ever send them to me?"

Nat sighed softly, shrugging. "Well, technically she shouldn't send anything that could compromise her disguise or location. That, and also the thing about her not admitting she was in love with you, I guess."

Wanda swallowed dryly, looking away from the sweet words to the friend in front of her. "That would have saved us so much time. I never realized that..."

"She loved you back?" Nat completed with a certain irony. "Yeah, I know. You two are pretty oblivious. And if you must know, Wanda, sometimes the people who talk the most about self-love and confidence are the ones who need the most help."

With a frown, Wanda asked, "What do you mean?"

"Every time I told her to tell you, she refused. It was never the right time, she used to say. And when this thing with Vis came up, she didn't even get angry. Then it occurred to me that maybe it wasn't about finding the right time, or about her not having the guts, but rather about Y/N thinking she wasn't the right person for you. Like she never deserved you in the first place."

Wanda absorbed the words in silence, and Nat moved closer to sit in the chair next to her. "I'm only saying this because she's my best friend, and you two have been through a lot. I want you both to be happy now, Wanda, but a relationship is always an exchange, you know?" Continues the redhead. "Y/N is here for you, making presentations and gift boxes, and making sure you know that you are loved and all that. Will you do the same for her?"

Wanda nodded softly. “Of course.” She answered without hesitation, which made Nat smile. But soon the widow checked her wristwatch and sighed.

"Unfortunately the love statements will have to wait until later." She said. "Hurry up witchy, you are already eight minutes late for practice, and reading erotic letters is not an acceptable excuse."

With an awkward laugh, Wanda got up to change into her training clothes.

–//–

Sam was training with Wanda when you arrived at the gym.

The meeting with Steve had been a bit exhausting, and he wanted other information, but for now, you were free to train. Throwing the little witch a wink as soon as she looked at you, you continued your way to the mat of Natasha, who had been assigned as your partner for the day.

"Good morning, Romanova." You greeted as you approached, and Nat smiled breathlessly, not stopping beating the punching bag in front of her.

"Good morning, sunshine." She retorted. "I hope you slept well, I won't take it easy on you."

You gave a confused laugh, raising an eyebrow at her as you moved to put on your training gloves.

"And why not?"

"You know what I had to do this morning? A video call. Any idea who to?"

"No...?"

"Melina." She retorts with precise punches. "Because you just had to tell Pietro about them. He tormented me the whole breakfast until I agreed to call her and introduce them. Now Yelena is coming here next week."

"Really? That's incredible!" You comment automatically, but Nat's angry face makes you swallow dryly. "Come on, Nat, don't be like that. You were tormenting me, and besides, it's about time you told everyone about your family. We're your friends."

"Get on the mat, L/N." She ordered making you sigh in defeat.

Although Natasha had been ruthless, quick jabs and punches that would have hurt you if you weren't trained, you knew she wasn't truly angry. It was just uncomfortable to go against her nature of keeping secrets from everyone about everything and learning to trust others. It was very likely that if you hadn't helped her free the widows years ago and put an end to the Red Room, even you wouldn't have known about her family.

Out of breath and tired, you miscalculated a defense and Nat hit you on the feet, knocking you to the tatami. The fact that she didn't finish the blow confirmed your theory that she was only pretending to be angry, and you can't help the giggle you let out.

"Idiot." She complained upon seeing your expression, offering a hand to help you stand. You accepted, but when you got up, Nat didn't let go of your hand and looked at you almost unsurely. "Y/n, I just... I just want Yelena to be safe."

You swallowed dryly and nodded. "I know." You said. "But she's an adult now, Nat. You have to trust her choices, too."

With a sigh, Nat commented, "It's hard for us, isn't it? Trusting people."

You gave her a sad smile, using your free hand to squeeze her shoulder. "We can learn, Romanova. I trust you."

She smiled. "I trust you, too." She returned it and you both smiled at each other before returning to training.

Many minutes later, you and Nat finished the session and among laughing and pushing each other with your shoulders you walk to the locker room. But you choked softly when you bumped into Wanda on the way.

"Oh, hello you." You greeted in a mixed tone of amusement and sweetness, moving your body in the same direction as hers, a short dance about who gets out of the way of the other first, which made her chuckle with reddened cheeks and Natasha let out a comment about you two being adorable before she stepped past Wanda toward the showers.

"Hi, sweetheart." The little witch returned, in her hands was a wet towel as well as her hair. "You need a bath."

"Too bad you can't join me." The comment escapes your lips before you can control yourself, and makes Wanda gasp in a short laugh, raising an eyebrow at you.

An apology is on the tip of your tongue when she complements it with an intense look, "Too bad indeed."

Biting your lips, you let your gaze fall to her mouth for a second before meeting her eyes. "See you at lunch then?"

Wanda nodded, and you smiled, leaning instinctively toward her. She let out a chuckle as she raised her hand in front of your shoulder to stop you. "Shower first."

Making a face of false offense, you raise your hands to your cheeks, "Oh my god, Maximoff, kiss your girl."

She laughs, fighting the grip "Nooo, you're all sweaty." She whines trying to push you away, but without really trying. You tighten your arms around her, wiping your face against her and Wanda lets out loud exclamations amidst laughter.

"Unconditional love, baby." You comment laughing along with her.

"God, you're the worst." She complained giggling giving up on pushing you away. Still smiling, you deposited several kisses against her cheek making her giggle before you let go and gave her one last kiss on her skin to go take a shower.

"See you later, witchy." You say biting back a smile as you release her and Wanda nods, finally leaving the locker room.

When you join Nat in the shower area, she shoots you a teasing look.

"What is it?" you ask.

"You two are so gay." She retorts making you laugh.

–//–

Dating Wanda is like being in heaven.

She's everything you've ever wanted. And you think you've never been happier. But that doesn't mean that real life has stopped happening.

Your last mission was a success, and Steve was very pleased with the information you had gathered. You knew that he was hopeful about finding his friend with greater certainty now. For the time being, the Avengers had no missions insight, and when Yelena arrived at the compound over the weekend, everyone wanted to meet her.

It was a good thing that Pietro and she got along so well right away because it meant less time in which your brother-in-law would be tormenting you with his teasing about you dating his sister.

So while the Avengers went to introduce New York to Miss Belova - whom you already knew well, and were more intimate enough to say 'Lena, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be alone with my girlfriend' and know that she wouldn't mind - you and Wanda stayed at the compound.

Wanda was engaged in her study of the little magic encyclopedia you had made for her. And at this moment, while you were sitting on her bed, rereading the last mission reports in search of missing details as Steve requested, she had her head in your lap, murmuring charms.

It was becoming something of a routine. Stroking Wanda's hair while she studied. And as the days passed, your hand instinctively found that place as she lay against you.

Only a few days since Yelena arrived - and she was staying for a while because she was on vacation from college - Steve organized the monthly cleaning and you had to re-organize the items in your room.

Wanda - who didn't have much stuff, because well, her country had been destroyed and there wasn't much to bring to the compound - finished her cleaning very quickly. So did Pietro, but he went looking for some prank to do in Yelena's company, probably something to torment the captain, like increasing the amount of washing powder or making some item disappear. Wanda preferred to visit your bedroom.

It was a complete mess. Boxes everywhere, open closets, clothes on the bed.

"Y/N?" She called as she entered through the open door.

"In here!" You answered from the closet. "I'm sorting the coats." You explained as you grabbed about six different pieces from the rack and moved them to the bed. "Can you believe I brought at least one set of clothes from all the trips I've taken?"

"Baby, I think you might have a hoarding problem." Wanda commented wryly making you laugh lightly. You went back inside the closet, and she let her gaze run around along with her hands, which at this moment was on the thick coat on top of her bed.

Wanda was impressed by the number of items you had inside the closet. It wasn't just coats from mission sites you had gone to, but all sorts of things you had kept. Mugs, books, a skateboard, paintings. Wanda had a fun time looking through all those things. It was a shame that most of it were leaving, but she made a mental note about telling Steve to donate at least half of that stuff.

But then, while you were muttering to yourself about whether or not to keep some of the science magazines you found in the last drawer of your closet, Wanda opened a drawer of the smaller dresser in your closet and held her breath for a moment.

There were many items she was not familiar with, others it was easy to deduce what they were for, which didn't help the heat in her cheeks. If she concentrated, she could even imagine you using it on her.

She was so wrapped up in her own imagination that she didn't notice you approaching, only when an embarrassed chuckle echoed in her ears did she blink away from the drawer.

"You found those." You muttered half clumsily yet humorously, a stack of magazines in hand at you led to the bed. " I had forgotten you still had those things."

Wanda played with her rings as she looked back at you and asked, "Did you ever use them?"

"What? No!" you quickly clarified with an embarrassed laugh, your face very warm.

"Really?" Wanda insisted half surprised.

You gave another awkward smile before nodding. "They were just part of the disguise, to make it look more convincing. They stayed in a briefcase the whole mission if I'm not mistaken, so I guess I forgot to throw them away."

"Got it." Wanda mutters, looking away from you for a moment. You swallow dryly before commenting:

"Toys are for partners you trust, Wands. To use with someone you have real intimacy with. I never had that."

Wanda stared at you for a moment, then nodded in understanding. She didn't need to ask to know what you were confessing to her. Taking one last look at the drawer of sex toys, she told you:

"Don't throw them away."

And her look was enough for you to blush and nod, casting a shy smile before returning to arranging the room.

–//–

Making a second volume of the Magic Encyclopedia for Wanda was taking longer because you wanted something better than the first, which meant you needed Vis to use his skills more accurately which took time. You also wanted to avoid so much unreliable information - you were still annoyed to hear that Wanda couldn't find any use for at least dozens of pages taken from some Reddit sensationalist - so you had the bright idea to investigate that clue in Asia.

Steve wasn't too sure about letting you and Wanda chase a forum comment about a wizarding community on the other side of the world, but you reminded him that not only was Wanda powerful enough to protect herself from anything, but he had also done everything he could to find Bucky, including placing you for weeks as an undercover agent searching for clues about the Winter Soldier.

That's how you and Wanda ended up in Nepal, eating street food.

"I think we're close." You commented as you were trying to look through the crowd of people passing by the fair where you were standing.

Wanda finished chewing on the tasty momo before saying, "We better figure it out before dark, the guy at the hotel didn't seem to like us very much."

"I think it's because I knocked over all those letters." You return, making her laugh softly.

Fortunately, you don't have to walk far.

The clue led to the entrance of some kind of temple, and you exchanged a glance with Wanda before knocking on the door. As soon as a man opened, you spoke:

"Hello, we are here-"

"We've been expecting you, Miss L/N." You cut in with a sigh. "But you are late, I imagine you have chosen the lunch alternative. Please come in."

He opened the door and made room for you and Wanda to do so. As soon as it closed, Wanda asked:

"Excuse me, but how do you know who we are?"

"The Ancient One will explain everything to you." He replied simply as he led the way.

It turned out that Wanda was kind of an important figure. The man at the entrance was named Wong, and he led you through the temple that had the name Kamar Taj. You were trying to remember all of those names along with the incredible little discoveries you made when you entered.

All about magic, sorcerers and spells and Wanda having some kind of powerful destiny made your head hurt a little.

At least they gave you some biscuits.

"I wasn't sure I was going to meet you, Miss Maximoff." Commented the Ancient One - a balding woman who was some kind of magical master and had spent the last few minutes explaining about the magical world to you two - as she poured some tea. "Our timeline has been doing so surprisingly well with so many variations."

Neither you nor Wanda knew exactly what to answer about that, so you chose chummy nods instead.

"I will assign Master Strange to be your Tutor." Declared the woman then.

"My Tutor?"

"Yes, you will need one." She explained gently. "Your chaos Magic will be quite difficult to control, so it is essential that you have assistance so as not to lose that fragile grip of it."

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about." Says the other with an awkward laugh.

"Don't worry, everything will clear up as you study your powers." Said the other woman. "And if you have any questions, I will answer what I know. For now, accompany Master Wong to our library."

Wanda nodded, finishing her tea and getting up. When you made mention of accompanying her, the Ancient One asked you to stay. After exchanging a look with Wanda, who smiled in the assurance that everything was fine, you turned your attention to the older woman in front of you, hearing Wanda and Wong's footsteps grow more distant.

"It's really a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." Said the woman, sitting down at the tea table and gesturing for you to do the same. With a sigh, you made it away half-heartedly as you stared at her.

"Did you want to tell me something?" You asked suspiciously, but the woman just smiled.

"What do you know about the multiverse?" She questioned making you frown slightly.

"Science fiction is more my friend Bruce's thing than mine." You retorted making her laugh.

"Oh, it's not fiction, Miss L/N." She says. "But for someone dating a witch, I would imagine you are more open-minded than that."

You smile shrugging your shoulders. "I try to be. So okay, the multiverse is a real thing. I don't know much about it though."

"You don't have to know either." She retorts mysteriously. "That kind of knowledge is reserved for masters of the mystic arts or nexus beings. You are neither in this universe."

Frowning in confusion, you repeat: "In this universe?"

"There are infinitely many of them." She says. "And in many, you don't even exist."

"Okay...?"

"Yet, in this one, you are Y/N L/N, a former Black Widow who is trying to be better than in the past by helping all her friends at once." The Ancient declares and you swallow dryly, not interrupting. "Timelines can be unpredictable sometimes, and that is the case in this universe. I was surprised to meet Miss Maximoff, because being a Nexus being, she is capable of rewriting her destiny beyond what was planned for her."

"And what is planned for her?" You question suspiciously.

"I can't say." She says and you frown, letting out a disappointed sigh. The woman smiles, leaning in a little. "Haven't you ever heard that, Miss L/N? It's like dreams. You can't tell or they don't come true."

"I guess so."

"Don't distress yourself though." She asks. "Wanda is doing very well. Thanks to you I should say."

"Me?"

"That's why I asked you to stay behind." Clarifies the old woman. "I wanted to see you up close."

"Why?"

"You are a variation on the timeline." She said and moved her fingers in the air making a golden thread extend in front of her. "Most people are undetectable when they are not a Nexus. They fulfill their destinies and die, and life moves forward. And then sometimes, there are people like you. Who change the destiny of others."

You blink confusedly away from the golden line. "I don't understand."

"General Dreykov has kidnapped more girls than we can count on our fingers." She then says, making you lock your jaw. "But you survived. Him, the training. Anyone else could have helped Natalia Romanova, but it was you who made sure she saved her sister and gave them years together with as much normality as they could."

"So what?"

"You also saved Pietro Maximoff at the battle of Sokovia." She added and you cleared your throat, half confused by the conversation.

"I just turned off the weapons on the jet, it was no big deal."

"You have no idea how different Wanda would be if he had died."

"Well, he didn't. Can you say what you mean at once?"

The Ancient One smiled at your impatience. "I don't mean anything." She retorted. "I just wanted to meet you, and wish you a good life."

"That's so weird." You mumble clumsily, standing up. "I think I'd better take Wanda away from this place."

"Do not fear what you do not understand, Miss L/N." The old woman says simply. "And don't try to tame her. Just be by her side for whatever she needs."

"I don't need a stranger to tell me how to be a good girlfriend, madam." You retort, starting to get annoyed. "They went that way, right? Excuse me."

She made no mention of stopping you, and you made your way down the hall to the library, meeting Wanda within minutes.

But all your earlier suspicion and irritation vanished when you saw her excitement, eyes shining as Wong answered her questions, a few books in her arms.

You wouldn't try to take that away from her. So you just sighed and put your hands in your pockets as you waited for her at the entrance.

–//–

You both returned to the Avengers' compound that afternoon. Wong made some kind of magical portal - from which you were still recovering - and you only had to go through it to be on the other side of the world.

"I'll come for these next week, and you can take others. See you, ladies." Wong said over the books before closing the portal.

"I think I need a drink." You said looking at the Avengers compound in front of you where a portal was open before. Wanda gave a giggle and nodded in agreement.

After briefly explaining to your colleagues how you arrived from Nepal in record time and telling them a little bit about everything about the trip, you were starving.

Yelena and Pietro were engaged in some kind of challenge games, Sam and Steve were watching television, Bruce and Tony were in the lab, and you, Wanda, Nat, and Vision were in the kitchen, chatting away about the Kamar Taj.

"[...] So the only thing you two did on the trip free of all your friends was study and eat street food?" The redhead asked in a mix of incredulity and amusement, and Wanda - who was sitting on a stool next to the widow - gave a confused giggle.

"Yes?" She asked. You didn't realize the double meaning of what Nat was trying to imply until you took your eyes off the dinner ingredients to look at her, and were thankful for the hot pan that you could blame for the redness on your face.

"Pansexual disasters, you two. No game at all." Teased the widow.

"I get the impression that there is a joke of sexual nature going on here." Vision stated, taking his attention away from the books Wanda had brought - which he had been analyzing - into the conversation. Natasha laughed, nodding in agreement, and you and Wanda exchanged embarrassed glances.

"Yes, there is, Vis." The widow said. "The joke is because those two won't admit how much they want..."

"Romanova I have secrets of yours, don't forget." You hummed in desperation as you interrupted her. Nat laughed, squeezing her eyes shut, but didn't insist.

"Okay." She said. "Come on, Vis, let's make sure Yelena and Pietro don't go over the edge in their pranks and end up destroying something."

Like the other two leave, you clear your throat in shame. "Nat is just trying to get back at me for spilling the beans about Yelena. Sorry about that."

Wanda gave a little laugh. "I don't really mind." She assured. "It's not like she's lying."

In a surprise, you miss the grip on the knife slicing the carrots and end up cutting your finger. A soft exclamation of pain, and Wanda is moving toward you quickly.

"Shit." You grumble moving to grab a dishcloth. It's nothing serious, but it hurts.

"Let me see." Wanda asks as she stops in front of you, her hands moving to yours. She traces her fingers across your skin, raising your hand to chest height. "What a clumsy baby."

With a warm face, you watch her bring your hands together, and lower her face to kiss the tip of your hurt finger, turning her gaze to you and making you swallow dryly. "Better?"

All you can do is stare at her lips, so close and inviting. She smiles, her eyes glittering with mischief as she instinctively leans in. "Your thoughts are so loud." She whispers when her lips are almost touching yours.

"Make them a reality, then." You retort and she nods softly, breaking the distance between you two. The kiss is soft, yet intense. Wanda sighs as your tongue slides out, teasing her lower lip until it brushes against hers. With her free hand, she tangles your hair, and you let yours meet her waist.

When you part for breath, Wanda gasps softly against your mouth, "You're going to burn dinner."

"I've always been a terrible chef anyway, no one will be surprised." You return, kissing her again and enjoying her smile against your lips. She releases your bruised hand to land hers in your neck and you are about to push her against the countertop when someone clears their throat and you part quickly, blushing over the gaze of a certain captain.

"Let's keep it PG through dinner for the sake of the team's mental health, please?" Steve sneered, and you and Wanda laughed embarrassedly as you shook your heads in agreement.

–//–

Wanda has been really busy with her studies.

You only realized how much you were truly missing her presence when you misstepped for the fifth straight time in practice because you were thinking of some opening in your routine that would make a date with her possible, and ended up getting kicked in the face.

"Y/N! Jesus! Why didn't you duck?" Sam questioned worriedly and in desperation as he rushed to help you stand again.

"Sorry, Sammy." You grumbled accepting the help. "I'm just a little distracted."

He sighed. "Is this about Wanda?"

You hesitated, scratching at the back of your neck. "Is it that obvious?" You asked, making him smile.

"Actually, it is." He said. "You've always blocked that one blow. What's wrong, did you guys fight or something?"

"What? No, not at all!" You quickly clarified. "I just miss her."

"Oh, so it's about her new studying, then. With that pompous wizard." Sam commented, gesturing for you to get off the tatami, and you giggled as you agreed.

Wanda had been learning magic for a few weeks, and the Avengers had the opportunity to meet her tutor, the eccentric Doctor Stephen Strange. Everyone thought he and Tony were the magical and technological equivalent of each other.

"Why don't you ask her out for something?" Sam suggests as soon as you guys get down from the ring, and you sigh as you take off your training gloves.

"She's not even here today." You say a little upset. "I think she was going to learn something important because Stephen came to pick her up and asked her to take a bag. She left me a note because I wasn't even at the compound when she left, I have been busy helping Steve with our next operation."

"That sucks." Sam comments and you sigh, shrugging.

"It's okay, we'll find our rhythm again. Maybe when Steve finds Bucky and Wanda doesn't have so many training sessions anymore." You mutter distractedly but Sam puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Listen, missions and training will always exist, they are part of our daily life." He begins. "You both look miserable without each other's company, and I wouldn't want to see your relationship get damaged because of it. Don't postpone your happiness. If you want to be with Wanda, be with her."

You absorbed Sam's words in silence for a moment. He gave you a reassuring smile, squeezed your shoulder one last time before heading towards the changing rooms.

Sam was definitely right, so you needed a plan.

–//–

Wanda was exhausted. Physically and mentally speaking.

Right now, she was sitting on the edge of one of the roofs of Kamar Taj, trying to absorb exactly everything she had been told about her destiny.

The Scarlet Witch is considered a myth.

Strange's words still echoed in her head.

You need to be careful who you become from now on.

Wanda was confused. And angry, and scared. And for the first time since she had started all this, she felt completely alone.

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket and she blinked away from the scenery to check it. You had sent her a message, but just seeing your name made her smile a little.

Hey, my favorite little witch, what time will you be back? I want to see you."

In theory, Wanda was supposed to stay but she just send you an audio message that she was going to pack everything up over and stood up intending to tell Strange that she needs a break, only to be conjuring up her newly learned teleportation portals to the Avengers Compound minutes later.

But Wanda didn't find you right away. The place was empty and quiet, she figured most of the Avengers were at their appointments. She texted Pietro, who only replied that he was downtown with Natasha and Yelena buying some things and that he was pretty sure you were home.

Then Wanda sighed as she made her way to her own room, removing her coats and shoes.

She was strangely surprised to hear a noise from inside, but as she opened the door, she was faced with you stumbling on the carpet at the bathroom exit, some empty items in your hands that she recognized as bath salts.

"Wow, you're here already!" You exclaimed in surprise and embarrassment, hiding the items behind your back. "Hi."

"Hey, baby, what are you up to?" You asked the brunette with a suspicious smile, leaving her shoes on the door as she approached.

"A surprise." You say, smiling as Wanda breaks the distance to give you a soft kiss on the lips. "You seemed tired on the phone, I thought I'd set up a bath. Like the ones in movies, you know? But I didn't have all the stuff, so I had to run to the grocery store and buy it, and I asked Nat to fetch things for me and-"

Wanda laughed affectionately at your babbling, kissing you to make you quiet down. You sighed softly, enjoying the feeling.

"Thank you, my love." She said, her hands landing on your shoulders as she looked at you adoringly. "Care to join me?"

Feeling your face heat up, you choked softly. "I-I..."

"We don't have to do anything." She added quickly, and she looked really tired. "I just want to be with you."

You nodded then, swallowing dryly as you kissed her one last time more softly. "Lead the way."

Wanda did, her hand entwining with yours as you discarded the items you were holding in the trash. She led you to the bathroom, and then let go, beginning to work on her own clothes without haste and making you bite your lips.

When Wanda stood in just her bra and panties, she turned her face toward you, and although it was as red as yours, the look on hers was to encourage you to do the same.

Clumsily, you began to undress quickly, almost tripping over your pants when Wanda removed the bra in front of you. Blinking shamefully away from the image of her breasts, you removed the rest of your clothes.

Wanda bit her lips, moving closer to you to lift your chin with her finger. "Don't be shy, baby. I'm yours to look at." She warned, smiling mischievously at a soft grunt you let out before she stepped away to get into the tub first. But when she let her panties slide down her legs, you looked away, face burning as you tried to breathe normally.

Wanda sat up, hugging your legs as she watched you finish the last two pieces. You cleared your throat softly but finally stood naked, hurrying to join her in the water.

As you sat down, Wanda looked at the little shrine you had planned, the candles, the chocolate, and the wine. She propped her chin on her knee and waited for you to look at her before speaking, "Thank you for doing all this."

You smiled, relaxing your back against the tub. "It was no bother at all, Wanda. I like taking care of you."

Although you smiled, there was a hesitation in her. But you didn't press, watching her trace patterns on the edge of the tub for a moment in comfortable silence between the two of you.

"How was your day, darling?" You asked, leaning over to reach for the scented soaps beside you. She sighed softly, not answering right away, and you took the opportunity to ask if you could soap her up, to which Wanda agreed with a small blush. As your hand strode gently across her front, spreading the soap, Wanda studied your features concentrating on your task.

"I learned some new things today." She finally told, and you hum in signaling that you were listening. "Bad things."

You frowned immediately, raising your eyes to her and stopping your movements.

"Like what?"

"Just...about me." She says, sounding small and unsure like you've never seen before. Your hand free of bubble foam goes to her face, caressing her cheek.

"What about you?"

Wanda sighs, seeming to try to gain some courage. "It's about the kind of witch I am. There's something about them that's bad. Strange says... Well, the books say, that my destiny is to destroy the world."

You blinked in surprise at the information, and Wanda cringed a little in the tub, tightening her arms on her own knees and looking away from you. You recovered from the shock then, bringing your hand to her hair, and letting the soap sink into the water to put your hand over hers.

"How embarrassing for thousand-year-old mages to be wrong, I imagine." You said simply, stroking her skin gently. Wanda frowned, raising her tear-filled eyes to you.

"Do you think they are wrong?"

"Of course they are." You assure low. "You were never a bad person, and you certainly don't need anyone telling you who you should become next."

“B-but how can you be sure?” She asks unsurely, but you just smile, straightening to stand closer to her, placing your legs at her side.

"Because you're here, Wanda." You say putting your chin down on her knee. "When I think of you, I think of shy smiles and stolen touches between practices and studies. I think of that nose scrunch you do when you're concentrating or early morning confessions in my bed as you curl up in my body." You count sweetly, moving your hands to entwine with hers.

"I could never see you in any other way but the loveliest possible. They don't see that, and so they are just wrong about you." You say it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Wanda wants to cry. She sniffles softly only, looking at you and trying to believe what she is saying.

"I read your letters." She confesses then because she thinks changing the subject might help her. You smile shyly at this, and although your hands remain entwined, you look away from hers.

"I wasn't sure I wanted you to see them." You return almost embarrassed. "They were more free thoughts than anything."

"I wish you had sent them."

You raise your gaze to hers, biting back a smile. "Really?"

"Really." She assures.

"What would you have answered?"

"Well, first of all, I would have had a little meltdown." She jokes making you laugh. "But I would have said that I missed you, and then that I felt the same way."

"Even for the older ones?" You ask and Wanda smiles warmly, releasing one of her hands to touch your face.

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." She confesses in a whisper."So angry and brave, blowing up the bars off my cell."

You laughed softly, recalling the memory vividly. "I should have been more tactful." You say. "You and Pietro wouldn't have escaped if I didn't arrive breaking everything and looking like an enemy."

Wanda shakes her head softly. "Maybe, but there's no way of knowing. I'm just glad we're here today."

"Me too." You agree, and Wanda smiles, staring at you with adoration that you return. Soon, she asks if she can soap you up too, and you smile shyly as you agree, releasing your hands to grope the water for the lost soap.

"It fell somewhere in here." You mutter distractedly but find something else. Wanda gasps softly as her fingers rub against the entrance to her intimacy suddenly, and blushing heavily you pull your hand away. "Sorry."

"That was a bad plan, Y/N." She then declares, and you frown slightly, but all coherent thought slips from your mind as Wanda moves to sit against you. The water from the tub drenches the floor with the change, but you couldn't care less, feeling Wanda's breasts brush over yours, affected sighs escaping your lips. "Getting us naked in a tub after days of not seeing each other properly. It's almost as if you were planning something else..." She explained as she put her hands on your shoulders, her gaze dark and full of second intentions like the smile she was biting back. "But I guess you were, weren't you, detka? Well, don't get shy now."

"Oh, baby, are you sure?" You asked affectedly, sinking your face against her neck and tightening your hands around her waist, feeling Wanda's body burn like your own. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Believe me, I really want to." She assures with an affected sigh, and guides your face back to hers, capturing your lips in an intense kiss until she bites her bottom lip and pulls, drawing out a soft moan. "Take care of me."

With a nod, you kiss her again, but slowly though just as passionately, sliding your tongue into hers with precision, your hands moving down to her thighs. Wanda moans softly as she instinctively presses against you, and with the lack of obstacles, can feel your thigh firm against her.

Your hands steady themselves on her thighs, beginning to guide her slow movements against you, and Wanda chokes on the kiss, whimpering at the delicious friction. You take the opportunity to rest your forehead on hers, your lips brushing as you ask, "It's good like this, isn't it, sweetheart?" You ask guiding her movements, Wanda nods quickly, closing her eyes tightly as she feels the tightness in her abdomen squeeze.

"P-please don't stop." She asks breathlessly, trying to increase the speed and you smile as you move your hands to allow her to do so. Wanda hugs you, the movements faster and more intense now, the new angle making her choke on moans as she digs her nails into your back. She feels so good, her breasts pressing against yours, her body fitting together as she rides your thigh, her warm wetness being easy to distinguish in the tub.

"You're close, baby. Don't hold back." You guide in her ear as you feel the way she is throbbing on top of you, and Wanda whimpers, trying to reach her height against your thigh. When her movements start to get out of rhythm, and her body wants to stop, you take the lead, steadying your hands on her waist and guiding her thrusts.

She comes a few thrusts later, arching her back on top of you, and then sinks back against your body, joining your mouths in a messy, breathless kiss.

"You did so well." You praise as you break the kiss that she can barely reciprocate, your lips trailing over her face and neck. "So pretty."

"That was incredible." She confesses after a moment, trying to normalize her breathing. She can't stop smiling, her face as warm as the rest of her body. "Can we do it again?" She asks against your lips as soon as you turn your face to hers, and you give a little chuckle, nodding.

"As many times as you want." You assure her, and Wanda bites her lips before kissing you deeply.

It takes many minutes for you to leave the tub. It is the best bath you have ever had because Wanda steals kisses and intimate touches the whole time, until you are finally out of the tub, helping each other dry with the towels.

You and Wanda stumble back into the bedroom next, the towels slipping halfway down as your lips meet in passionate kisses again.

Wanda falls onto the bed first, pulling you onto her in a hurry, complaining about every second that she can't feel your body against hers. You melt into the kiss, sinking your bodies into each other without parting your mouths. Wanda can feel how ready she is to continue, a wave of heat in her lower abdomen that only tightens with the small friction of your thigh and the feel of your tongue on hers.

"Detka, please." She finds herself almost begging, her hands pushing you down and you give a small giggle against her lips, breaking the kiss to move down to her neck, applying a pressure that makes Wanda gasp in moans.

"So impatient." You comment as you feel Wanda's fingers pushing your head down again, the gentle tugging on your hair causing you to feel a delightful tug in your belly.

"Please." She asks again and you murmur in agreement, making your way down. Your mouth finds the valley of her breasts, and you take your fingers to her nipples, causing Wanda to arch her back on the bed. "Oh." She moans as she feels you stimulate them, and you continue to lower your face. When you find her wet intimacy, you grunt against her skin, being able to smell her and see her state clearly.

Your mouth advances against her the next second, and Wanda moans loudly, overwhelmed with so many sensations, your tongue teasing her folds and clit, spreading her wetness and hungrily devouring her, while your fingers stimulate and squeeze her breasts. She whimpers helplessly, feeling like she is going to burst with pleasure at any moment.

When she comes, screaming your name to the ceiling as she spills herself into your mouth, you don't stop, your tongue drawing patterns on her swollen, overstimulated clit as you fuck her slowly.

Wanda whimpers, looking down and meets your dark gaze, "Too much, baby..." She gasps breathlessly, her fingers weak in your hair, but you just move your hands down from her breasts to firm on her thighs, opening her up better for you without stopping your movements. And soon, you are getting a third orgasm from her, just as intense as the other two, the image of the girl twitching makes you vibrate against her, on the edge of your own climax with just the sounds.

When you climb back up, lying against Wanda as she recovers, you kiss her cheek and entwine your bodies together, kissing her cheek as she tries to normalize her breathing.

She moves after a moment, her fingers tracing drawings on your belly before she rests her chin on your chest to look at you. "Can we stay here forever?" she asks in a whisper.

"Yes." You answer without hesitation, moving your hand up her back to her face, brushing her sweaty hair out of the way as you look at her fondly. Wanda smiled, moving closer to kiss your lips tenderly.

"That was really amazing, baby." She comments as soon as she pulls apart, her eyes kind of lazy. "Now let me return the favor." She asked, her hands coming down, and honestly, you weren't going to object.

A few hours later, Wanda fell asleep against your neck. And even though your legs were still ticking deliciously, you forced yourself to move, climbing out of bed with the intention of preparing something to eat.

After grabbing pieces of clothing along the way, you walked out into the kitchen and made your way to the refrigerator.

"Y/N, you're home, great." Steve's voice made you jump in fright slightly. You turned around - still with cookies and jam in hand - and went to the counter, closing the refrigerator with your foot.

"Need anything, cap?" you asked curiously and decided it would be better to stay silent when Steve ran his eyes over the purple marks Wanda had left on your neck.

"Yes, we've had progress with the operation to find Rumlow." He clarified. "It's our best lead in two years."

"Oh, that's great." You say quickly, your hands busy setting up the tray of food. "Do we have a location?"

"Lagos, Nigeria. We leave in three days." Steve declares and places a file folder on the counter in front of you. You hesitate, and Steve notices. "Look, Sam told me that you've been thinking about prioritizing your relationship with Wanda now, and I support that I really do. But can I ask this one last favor?"

You sigh and force a smile at Steve. "Don't worry, cap, it's our job, isn't it?"

"Thanks, Y/N." He says. "It means a lot to me."

You smile, nodding at her. When you are alone in the kitchen again, you let out a long sigh. Your gaze falls between the tray of food and the operation file. You remember the sleeping image of Wanda on the bed and feel your chest tighten with longing even though you saw her only a few minutes ago.

• 𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺 |

𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇—𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖽 •

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“What’s got you so quiet?” You interrupted your mutual silence, but Wanda’s fingers continued to run itself through your hair so your eyes stayed closed. Kneeling wasn’t your typical position with her, but she’d insisted, wanting to hold your head in her lap while she read her newest book. Protesting sitting on the wooden floor had crossed your mind, but before you could open your mouth, Wanda was giving you puppy eyes to rival even the cutest dog in the city and you rolled your eyes, but complied with her request.

It wasn’t bad, really. Letting Wanda pet your head while you dozed in and out of dreamland; it was a sweet moment. One you could easily see yourself getting used to.

Wanda rested the spine of her book against your head with a soft sigh, turning her full attention to where you laid peacefully in her lap. The gentle smile adorning your face made her heart flutter in her chest. If only you could stay like this forever, Wanda thought maybe then she could wake up each day with a smile. “I was just reading. Same as I’ve been for an hour.”

You hummed as her fingernails scratched lightly at your scalp, lulling you further towards sleep. “Tell me what you’re reading if it’s so interesting.” The steady motions stopped instantly, only for a second, as if it caught Wanda off guard for you to be interested in what she was up to.

“It’s not… interesting particularly, but it is intriguing.” Her tone told you all you needed to know about what she’d been reading— another one of her secretly stashed novellas.

Apparently now she felt comfortable enough indulging in such things around you and it both brought a smile to your face and a tingle to your core. Now you were even more curious. “But you’ve been so engrossed in it. The plot must be thrilling.”

For your sarcasm, Wanda tugged at your hair, “If you must know, the current events within are quite thrilling to me.”

“Oh? And what are those?” You’d shifted so you could gaze up at her now, if only to watch her fret her bottom lip between her teeth while she pondered how to best convey her thoughts.

There was a long pause and the thought of taunting her came to mind, but even your playful nature didn’t want to risk spoiling your intimate moment. “I want to wake up with your tongue inside me.”

Well, that roused you from your partial slumber fully. “You learned that from your book there?”

“Not fully learned of it, you know that.” True, you’d had your mouth on her only once before and that was her first. It had been more than worth the wait. “But this… it was new and I… wouldn’t be adverse to it.” Even in all the states you’d seen her in, Wanda was sure she’d never lose her natural default of embarrassment when you put her on the spot like this. Just one day she longed to return the favor to you.

“I’d bend heaven and earth to be allowed the joy of waking up next to you. The one night you stayed I felt such a need to watch over you,” Wanda tensed as you recalled that night a few weeks prior; she’d begged you not to bring it up again, but for so many reasons it refused to leave your mind. “As you lay beside me, I realized why people enjoy sharing a bed. There’s nothing more sweet than looking over and seeing the person you care about most right there.”

“I tell you I want you to put your tongue in me and here you are going sappy. What’s happening to you?” Since that night, something between the two of you shifted. Neither said anything about it, but there was a mutual understanding that whatever this was, you did care about one another.

Anyone looking at your actions could see it clear as day— how you became more gentle with her, allowed her to hang about your shop even if she did nothing more than sit and look pretty, the subtle way you’d sit closer to her, arms about her person whenever you could manage it. Your protectiveness had grown tenfold; a quality you only exhibited for those you loved. “You’re happening to me. How dare you make me fa-“

“Wanda, what are you doing up there?” Her aunt was prone to interrupting at the worst of times; now, as your true feelings were so close to being spoken, was no exception.

Instantly, Wanda sat up straight, her hands drawing away from you to shove her book at you. “Quick, hide!”

“Where?!” Her room was so barren, there were no secret spots. Your eyes flit to the wardrobe, but in the same second you dismiss it— Wanda’s dresses would never allow you space to hide comfortably. But one dress would. Scurrying under her skirt was easy enough, folding your legs in on themselves to be as small as you could. Now your head nestled on the edge of the chair between Wanda’s legs, cloaked in a private little cocoon of Wanda.

“Are you mad? Get out from there!” If her aunt weren’t dangerously close to her door, she would have forcibly pushed you from her dress, but there was no other place for you to be. You weren’t even supposed to be in the house; to everyone else Wanda was being reclusive yet again, tucked away in her little world.

“Shhhh, she’ll hear you.” Now you were the one playing dangerously, but you were too satisfied with yourself to care. The older Mrs. Maximoff opened Wanda’s door as soon as you pulled the edges of her large skirt over your back. Her shrill, judgemental voice stayed muffled by Wanda’s skirts, letting you ignore them until you heard the door close once more.

It was growing boring until you opened your eyes and the possibilities of your position forced you to hide your chuckle in Wanda’s upper thigh. That alerted the other woman enough to know where your head was, muscles twitching in response. So far, there was one other time you’d been this close, an act you so happily found she loved more than she thought she would. Neither of you had brought it up again until just a few moments ago, but truly you’d been dying to taste her every day since.

Risky as it was, you weren’t tame enough to pass up the chance.

She’d forgone underwear, something Wanda confessed she only did when she knew you’d be together, and while you always thought that was a terrible tease to know whenever the two of you were outside, now it was perfect. You kissed your way up to the apex of her thighs, listening to Wanda give a breathy ‘yes’ to her aunt— you liked to believe it was yours too.

It was slow and careful how you worked her up now, thriving off of her mumbled praises and shifts in posture while you licked through her sex much like you would your favorite ice cream cone. She was sweet and soft, never pulling away from you even as she struggled to keep conversation with her nosy pest of a mother-in-law. Wanda suffered through questions about the state of her head, her plans for the day, her chores for the evening; she feared the woman knew she was up to something and was just waiting for the moment Wanda slipped.

“It might be a little too hot for you tomorrow, especially with your health as volatile as it is, don’t you think?” Mrs. Maximoff was always trying to find reasons for Wanda to stay in with her, anything that meant she could keep a careful eye over the girl and pick at her for her daily entertainment. The more time she spent with you, the less she played puppet for her forced family and then never stopped attempting to reel her back in.

Your hands came to part her thighs then, just enough to push your head deeper, taking her neglected clit past your lips and sucking once. “No!” Wanda instantly sunk into her chair; to her aunt it looked lazy and tired, but you knew it was only Wanda’s neediness clouding her better judgment. Pleased lips hummed against the swollen bud, laving it in the attention she desired before sinking further down. “I’ll be fine, perfectly fine…”

You rolled your eyes at Wanda’s words, knowing that you were doing much more than ‘perfectly fine’ right now. You’d just barely started to sink your tongue into her when she was ripped away from you, Mrs. Maximoff having grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to sit upright. “Don’t slouch, you’ll look like a drunkard.”

She’d taken Wanda’s groan as defiance, but she barely registered the other woman in the room at this point. If you didn’t think it’d blow both your covers, you’d have followed her, but she’d surely have given it away. Wanda just nodded, useless to do anything else, “I-I think I’m going to lie down… I feel dizzy.”

“You sure look it.” Thankfully, the brunette did indeed look the part and, overbothered as she was with her son’s health, she couldn’t care less about Wanda’s and didn’t try to help the woman into bed. The sound of halted footsteps before an indignant huff made you wonder if Mrs. Maximoff expected Wanda to protest her sudden departure, but when no more words between the two were exchanged, you finally heard her bedroom door click once more.

The two of you were stone still as you listened for the descending footsteps, making sure the other woman was truly gone before you dared make another move. Surprisingly, you were the first one to break, desperate to drown in Wanda once more, and you grabbed recklessly at her thighs until she had to perch on the edge of the chair. You dove in like a woman starved, leaving no inch of her untouched until she was painfully sensitive and dripping onto her skirts, thighs thrown wide apart for you.

“Fuck, fuck— please, put it back, please!” You’d pushed her skirts high up her legs now, but the cool air did nothing for her overheating body. There was only one thing she needed from you, but hard as she tried, Wanda couldn’t forced your tongue back to her sex.

You should’ve reprimanded her to be quieter, but what could you do when you loved the sound of her breathy pleas so much. They succeeded in spurring you on, once again fucking Wanda with your tongue if only to feel her thighs clench near painfully around your ears. You ate her like there was no tomorrow, licking and slurping obscenely as if you were truly starved. She came quickly after you gave her what she wanted, nose bumping into her clit just so to send her flying over the edge.

Pulling away pained you both, but you only did so enough to rest your chin atop her bunched up mound of skirts, watching her face and arms twitch as aftershocks flowed through her body. Wanda was always beautiful, but like this, she had a serenity about her you couldn’t ignore. This calm disposition alone was amazing enough for you to make her rise and fall all over again.

Even though you said nothing, Wanda could feel your eyes on her and sure enough when she finally opened her own, she was greeted with the sight of you still knelt in front of her, a dumb grin plastered on your face as you stared up at her. Cute. “Wipe that smug look off of your face. You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are.” The brunette used her thumb to swipe the remnants of her orgasm from the corner of your mouth, sticking the digit on your lips. When you took it in without hesitation, overdramatically licking her finger without wavering eye contact for a second, it was Wanda’s turn to smile.

“No, I think you’ll find I’m even more clever.”

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Wanda was never more reluctant to leave the house than when Vis was with her. Most days she could escape it, their schedules differing enough that Wanda could put off an excursion with the excuse that it was too late for her to want to be outside. The time of day never actually bothered her, of course, but it was a good enough excuse so far so she’d use it as long as she could.

Today had been pre-planned, however. First without him, just a stroll through the gardens with only you and Wanda, but as soon as Vis heard of it he decided to tag along, claiming the air would do him good especially if he was with his wife and a friend as company. Vis had joked that you may feel like a tag-along with him in the group and Wanda gave you such a funny face, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

“Goodness, it is hot out today, isn’t it?”

“Not particularly. I feel fine with the breeze we have.”

“We’ve walked so far; I think I deserve a break…”

“It’s barely been half an hour of walking..” You protested, but Vis was already planting himself under a heavily shaded tree. The poor man was actually winded, he wasn’t exaggerating, but all three of you knew he wouldn’t be suited for long walks and you were beyond frustrated that he’d inserted himself in just to be a burden. This afternoon was supposed to be another spent relaxing in one another’s arms, something you’d seemed to become accustomed to lately. The gentle breeze and birds chirping would’ve been perfect to spend laid side by side with Wanda, watching her read or make crowns of wildflowers as she so often loved to do when she grew fidgety. Instead the young woman was being beckoned over to sit next to Vis, the closer the better, at his demand.

The way he snuggled up to Wanda nearly made you regurgitate your afternoon tea, acting so docile with her when you knew what he was capable of. “I pity you, really. You’ll never know the simple pleasure of having a woman to lay on whenever you grow tired.” When his head rested on Wanda’s legs, you did indeed feel jealous of Vis; not for just any girl to rest with, specifically with Wanda. Being allowed to freely lay how Vis was now, out in the open with no concern… you’d kill for that opportunity.

“I always thought it was the man’s job to hold their woman.” The jab didn’t go unnoticed by Vis, his eyes opening just enough to give you a weak glare as you sat on the other side of Wanda. “Ignore me, I must just be mistaken.”

Vis huffed, settling back into position while Wanda struggled not to wiggle away, “Yes, you are. Women can be whatever you’d like them to be; when you do find one, he’ll show you.” It would be way too easy to knock his head against the tree trunk; the one passing couple nearby was the only thing that saved him.

You propped yourself up against the hard tree bark, resting your hand just close enough to Wanda’s that your pinkies brushed— anything to remind yourself that you could still do so. Unlike with Vis earlier, Wanda quickly locked your fingers, eager for closeness with the person she truly cared for. Her heart hurt with how heavy it felt; the two of you together in front of her only reinforced how much she despised her husband. He could have been kind and patient, even mildly understanding. As it was, Vis was only being this nice to her because you were with them and still whenever he addressed her, he never waited for her answer, having already decided what he was going to do before opening his mouth. His acceptable veneer was wafer thin and she hated how quickly everyone in their lives swallowed it as truth. Everyone except you.

Mere feet away from her sham of a husband was you, her sweet relief, and Vis’ faults only endeared you to her more. In some ways you were opposites, Vis was free to be as caring as he wanted to be towards her and instead he did only enough for show. You, however, weren’t allowed to show too much for Wanda when anyone else was around, but you made up for that absence by laying it on thick in private. As much as you loved to give her a hard time, the girl had you wrapped around her pretty fingers. Maybe you were giving in more these days because you’d finally seen how much her home life wore on her; since that cold night, you’d become almost overly accommodating to her needs and wants. Anything she voiced, you tried to make happen. That’s how she’d come to know a true partnership to be— two people trying for one another.

Lost in her thoughts, Wanda didn’t immediately notice when you turned towards her, laying close enough to inconspicuously slide your arm up her skirts. It was only when your fingertips tickled along the tops of her stockings that her eyes shot wide open, snapping down to where you were poised at her hip. “Stop, we can’t-”

“We can if you sit still.” It wasn’t something you should push, anyone could walk past and Vis was right there— it was precisely his proximity that spurred you on. The man may have had her on paper, but physically, emotionally, intimately Wanda was yours. You drew your fingers higher until you pressed against her cunt, cursing the thin fabric she wore that kept you from touching her immediately. Your face stayed trained on hers the entire time; you knew her well enough to pleasure her without having to look down.

For a while you played with her lazily, your only interest in reassuring yourself that only you could make her feel this good. Even as her husband tried to selfishly claim her, you knew you owned her. It was still unclear how, but you’d steal her away even if it ruined you. “Wanda, darling, it’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

“Mm- mhm.. perfect..” Wanda had to fight to keep her eyes open when you finally sunk one finger into her, still toying with her for your own enjoyment. She couldn’t cum like this, not when she knew what you could actually do for her. Still, you curled your finger into the soft spot she could never reach herself and her breath hitched. “Don't do that. Someone will notice!”

Her voice was a harsh whisper as she looked around, scared of anyone lingering just out of sight. Your free hand pressed a finger to her lips, urging her to keep quiet. “You’re making it obvious, silly girl. Do you want to wake him up, maybe let him see what a real orgasm looks like?”

Wanda bit her tongue, shaking her head quickly and she didn’t know who she was trying to convince more: you or her. If Vis weren’t here, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against you; she’d have no cares in the world even out here where anyone could see. You’d have taken care of all of that, just like you surely would now if her husband awoke. It would be all too easy to fully lean back and spread her legs for you, to let you take her over and make her cum however many times you graced her with— even in his sleep, Vis kept her options restricted and she hated him all the more for it.

“O-Oh!” You’d curled your finger in time with circling her clit, rousing her from her thoughts and unfortunately jerking Vis awake as Wanda’s thigh jerked.

“Christ, Wanda! What is it?” Both of you froze as he jolted upright; thankfully you were quicker than his tired eyes and ripped your hand back, wiping them in the grass before anyone could question. The action left Wanda suddenly empty and she whined before she could stop herself, further drawing attention. “Is there a reason you had to wake me?”

The man was mad, yes, but not the worst she’d seen him and as much as she didn’t want to, Wanda needed to smooth the situation over. “I didn’t mean to. My leg had a cramp-“

“Look at you, my god, you look terrible.” Vis hadn’t heard a word Wanda said, instead taking the first opportunity to weasel himself out of the embarrassment he felt for overreacting to such a small disturbance. He had a bigger ego than anyone thought of him, compensating for everyone’s pity by pointing out the tiniest faults in the easiest target. All too often that target was Wanda. “You’re all flushed and sweaty, let’s go home.”

You hated the way his lip curled when he looked at her, overreacted disgust with his wife’s appearance. The only thing you hated more was how Wanda instantly shrunk away, adjusting her hair and wiping her face. When she went to open her mouth again in what you could only assume was going to be an apology, you had to step in. “I think she looks beautiful; a little sun glow never hurt anyone. You’re the one who’s sweat through his shirt even while sleeping.”

Vis bristled at that, fully standing as he too now straightened his wrinkled shirt.There was almost nothing he hated more than being called out; mostly because he never had a viable comeback when confronted. He could only pick at those he felt wouldn’t bite back and it was for that reason alone he ignored your remark and grabbed at Wanda until she was forced to stand alongside him. It was obvious his grip hurt her, shoulder caught at an awkward angle as he held onto her delicate upper arm. “Right, well, as I said Wanda, you look dreadful and I think you’ve been out enough today if you’ve started yelling at the sky. We’re leaving.”

“She can stay with me, I’ll look after her.” It only took you a second to gather yourself on your feet as well, taking a step forward even as Vis pulled both him and Wanda two steps back.

He shook his head, scoffing at your offer. “You two may be friends,” Vis nearly choked on the word, a mix of the heat and assertiveness putting him on the backfoot, “but I’m her husband. It’s my job to look after her and I know it’s time to go.” You looked between the two of them, Vis staring you down as intimidatingly as he could while Wanda subtly shook her head to warn you away. It was her soft sigh, shoulders slumping as she defeatedly ceased struggling away from the man next to her that determined your next words.

“With all due respect,” which was none at this point, “if you think she’s sick, I’m her doctor and she’d do best with me.” When you tried stepping forward again, Vis tightened his hold on Wanda, tugging her farther away from your reach. “Wanda is a smart girl, why not ask her what she wants?”

Looking back, you’d never forgive yourself for putting her on the spot in such a way. True, it was important for her to stand up for herself, but you should have thought of her safety above anything else. You’d never make that mistake again.

Wanda’s bottom lip quivered, feeling the weight of expectation from both her husband and her lover. If she said no to Vis again, he’d only be worse later in the evening, but if she didn’t voice what she truly thought, Wanda was scared you’d give up on her. No matter what, she couldn’t bear that. “I feel fine now, truly. I can stay here for a while and I’ll meet you at home?”

She tried appeasing you both, one out of fear and the other out of loyalty. When Vis grabbed her by both arms stretching her back to be closer to his eye level, Wand knew she’d failed at least one of you. “Wanda. We’re going home, do you understand me?”

His hot breath hit her face, alerting her to the even hotter tears stinging the corner of her eyes. What was once going to be an unpleasant evening at home would surely now be tortuous; she’d do about anything to escape leaving with him now. It was easier to stand her ground when there was a physical barrier between him both, but with that gone, he was always stronger and more powerful. “I don’t want to go home yet… It’s dark and boring and I was going to see the lake today.”

‘Home’ would also have an angry, embarrassed, unchallenged Vis and all that was left of Wanda’s self-preservation screamed at her to avoid returning with him.

The brunette’s insistence was his last straw, nostrils flaring wide before he shook her, as if that would change her mind in the slightest. “I don’t give two shits about some insignificant body of water, you stupid girl! It’ll be there later, some other time, who cares when!” Wanda opened her mouth again, ready to give in if he would just let go of her, but Vis was past the point of reasoning. His open palm collided with her cheek before you could blink, so fast that you only heard her yelp, and saw the red of Wanda’s cheek more than the actual slap itself. “Shut up! You insolent little bitch-”

He stopped only because you’d knocked the wind out of him, shoving him with all the strength you could muster. Annoying and complaining you could stand, but you’d be damned if you sat and watched Vis tear Wanda down so brutally, even more so to have the gall to put his hands on her. Maybe that’s what she’d endured for years up until now, but for as long as you lived and breathed, you wouldn’t allow Wanda to suffer that any longer.

The shock of the push thankfully forced Vis to release her and you instantly took the opportunity to put yourself between the two of them. You only got to look at Wanda for a second, her cheek cradled in her hands and her face thoroughly red from shame and embarrassment. She was already internalizing this as her fault, that she’d caused this conflict between the two of you with her stubbornness. The image of Wanda crying herself to sleep once more like she’d done in your arms just weeks prior swung your arm into a powerful right hook.

Vis stumbled back, just barely keeping from falling to his knees on the rocky path he’d backed himself onto. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You absolute spineless worm of a man! Did you think I’d sit back and watch you mistreat your wife so blatantly?” It was more satisfying than you’d ever imagined, punching him in the face. There’d been so much pent up emotion weighing on you, on Wanda, because of the flabbergasted man before you— you just didn’t have a direct reason to let out that aggression until now. “What kind of pitiful being puts his hands on a woman? Or, seeing as you haven’t swung at me yet, is it just women who won’t fight back?”

“How dare you interfere! And in such an unladylike fashion, Just wait until I tell-”

“Tell who? Go home and cry to your mother that you’ve been hit by a girl so hard that your lip burst?” His tongue darted out over his bottom lip, the sharp taste of copper finally registering in his mouth. Vis was dabbing at it with his sleeve, but his tooth had cut his skin, there’d be no stopping it without ice and cold cloth. You watched as he whimpered, gingerly touching his swelling jaw. Pathetic. “What’s the matter? Can’t you take a punch better than your wife?”

He was visibly seething, chest heaving thick breaths as he tried to suck up the pain on his face. “I didn’t punch her…”

“Ah, that’s right!” Your left hand met the other side of his face with a shift whiz of air and Wanda swore she heard the slap echo amongst the trees. “How’s that, any better?”

Rage clouded your logic, the only thoughts you could process were on making Vis’ physical form as small as his brain. You couldn’t stand him, you’d known that, but now something snapped in you and even when he’d fallen to be shorter than your relentless stance, you refused to be done. “I hope you know how cruel and disgusting you truly are, and I cannot wait for the day you understand how unworthy you are of the woman who bears the misfortune of calling herself your wife!”

It was a miracle no one heard the commotion, but the longer you stayed, the greater the risk. Wanda could enjoy the sight before her, tears blurring her vision and anxiety clawing at her chest. All she wanted was to be away, but she was in no condition to go off alone. So once again, trusting you for her safety, Wanda reached a hand to your shoulder.

You stopped immediately, lowering your arms before turning towards Wanda. Now she did look truly overwhelmed, flushed and shaky, and you lost all of your aggression. One day soon you’d finished what you’d started with Vis, but now your priority was Wanda. Unlike him, you valued her wellbeing above your personal grudges.

“Today, you’re lucky.” Vis could barely look you in the eye, partially because his right eye was on its way to swelling. “Tomorrow, maybe not.” You didn’t spare him another glance as you ushered Wanda ahead of you, missing the spiteful glare he shot the both of you as he was left to return home alone.

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Wanda clung to you as best she could for the walk back to your flat, silently grateful that you’d chosen the less-traveled route streets to save her any possible suspicion based on her disheveled state. She didn’t remember most of it, just her hand firmly in yours as you guided her along; every once in a while, you’d speak to her, but she was never tuned in enough to understand, much less respond.

The cool comfort of your building was a relief, but safe as she was now, you were still reluctant to leave her while you gathered a few things from your shop downstairs. When you came back, Wanda was still standing in the middle of the bedroom looking painfully lost and you knew you’d be in for another long night with her. “Let me run you a bath, I’ll be right back.”

If she ever responded, you didn’t know, but her lack of protest as you started to help her out of her shoes gave you enough confidence to continue on. “Is it okay if I touch you? I just need to get you ready while the water is still warm.” She nodded just the barest amount, holding her arms out for easier access.

You took your time undressing her, peeling off layer after layer as you would an expensive gift. When you lifted her underskirts from her, the blossoming bruises on her arms were on full display and Wanda rushed to hide them. Brushing over them made her wince and your heart broke as she shied away from you. “Come now, you don’t have to hide from me. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

Maybe you were coddling her a bit too much; she was a grown woman and had clearly dealt with this countless times before, but never with you around. You were gentle in getting her to lower her arms, just barely touching her hip to direct her to your small bathroom. The steam made the room warm, but it wasn’t uncomfortable like the outside had been and something was making the air faintly smell of lavender. It was only when you let Wanda step into the tub that she realized you were still in your clothes. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a bath, of course?” Confusion twisted your features as you decipher what kept her from fully sitting in the tub, but once her fingers fiddled nervously at your rolled shirt sleeves, you understood. “If you give me a minute, I’ll join you?”

“Only if it’s not inconvenient…” There was no way in the world it could be inconvenient, it wasn’t like there was anything else demanding your attention besides the situation in front of you. As you shed your clothes, you realized she was still trying to offer you an out of sorts, testing if you would back away when given the option to leave her to her own devices.

Dealing with the aftermath of her husband’s outbursts was never pleasant, but she had a routine: enforced alone time with an easily confirmed excuse, a quick once over to check over any marks she may have to explain away later, and as early a bedtime as she could force herself to sleep. No one, not even when they saw his abuse in person, offered to help her, much less stand up for her and put a stop to it. Wanda was in unfamiliar territory and a whole new type of overwhelming had her thoughts speeding faster than a freight train.

You stepped in behind her without a word, sitting down to then settle her between your legs. Wanda sat slumped forwards, her usual cheer when you were alone far from reach. Before you could think twice, your lips were pressed against the base of Wanda’s neck, kissing her soft skin with delicate reverence. “Despite what I or anyone else may have made you think, you’re never an inconvenience, Wanda.”

It was a quiet bath, the only sounds were the occasional slosh of water as you moved to clean her hunched form. Eventually you took her hair down, undoing the pinned braids and letting the resulting waves frame her face and back. Wanda had barely moved since you started, only maneuvering her arms and legs when you needed to reach her properly. It was only when you’d finished, pushing her hair over her right shoulder and leaning her back to rest against your bare front that you realized she’d been crying. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“No, I- Don’t do that, it’s okay…” This was the second time Wanda had cried in front of you, but for some reason, tonight felt more intimate. Perhaps it was because you were there this time, that you’d backed up your words with protective actions, officially siding with Wanda even when you too could’ve been in harm’s way. Whatever it was, your mind wouldn’t let you rest until you fully brought Wanda into a hug, tight as you could without trapping her arms uncomfortably. “None of this is your fault. Why would you even think of apologizing?”

“Because he’s right. I’m nothing but a burden to everyone I meet. I’m stubborn and needy and if I had just listened-”

“If you’d listened, you’d still be hurt and he’d only be spouting more falsehoods for you to internalize and worry over.” Wet hands ran over the length of her back, soothing her racking sobs as best you could. Wanda’s continued cries made you wish you'd made Vis cry just as much. “You are not burdening me. I wouldn’t have taken you with me if you were. You’re a woman with a great many burdens placed on her; that speaks nothing of who you truly are.”

Wanda nodded just enough for you to feel her against her chest, hearing your words even if she couldn’t yet believe them. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about in depth; acknowledging just how unhappy she truly was meant accepting that her life was falling apart. Speaking it aloud was like stamping it on her forehead for the world to see. Wanda was barely coping with you having seen her both this afternoon and right now, vulnerability on full display. If you turned her away now, she would understand, but it would be the end of her. But for as long as she sobbed, however many minutes she clutched to your sides and buried herself in your arms, you never pushed her away or told her she’d made enough of a spectacle.

Even when the water began to cool, you cradled her head under your chin, stroking her cheek with her thumb in what she had to make peace with as a loving gesture. “My arms are cold…” Wanda’s arms had indeed started to pebble with goosebumps despite the bathwater and the warmth of your own body, but she’d told you before that sometimes she’d lay in the bath for hours, just to savor the feeling of being submerged— Wanda wasn’t one to willingly leave a bathtub quickly.

She only made her comment because she wanted the comfort of a warm bed; Wanda’s tired eyes gave her away even if her words wouldn’t. “Let’s get you into bed. I have something for your arms that’ll help you sleep.” Getting her up was a bit of a chore, Wanda letting you hold and move you as you pleased instead of relying on her own two feet, but for this evening you’d let it slide. You used your softest towel to dry her off, kissing her neck, her legs, her stomach… anywhere your mouth came close enough to as you wiped the lingering bathwater from her skin.

Once again, Wanda used one of your nightgowns and you cursed yourself for admiring how cute she looked in your clothes. The salve you plucked from your shelves downstairs wouldn’t rid her of her marks any faster, but it should numb the pain long enough for her to get as good of a night’s rest as she could. Wanda allowed you to hold her wrists as you applied it over the dark spots, but didn’t look at you until you’d pulled her against you once more, rocking her slowly to a rhythm only you could hear. “Does this make it work faster?”

“I’ve found it helps remind a certain someone how dear they are to me… It might speed the healing process just a bit.” Wanda chuckled at that, pushing you away before you could see how hard she blushed at your sappy comments. It still scared her how easy it was being with you; today was equal parts terrifying and humiliating, but where once she would have screamed and wept until she had time to herself, your care for her showed her just how much better it was to have someone to support her. However, as much as she wanted to believe you loved her how she found herself falling in love with you, accepting every part of her, Wanda hadn’t forgotten the times you left her or shut her out when she tried opening her heart to you. It’d been better lately, and sometimes if she paid enough attention, Wanda could swear she saw pivotal words form on your lips, but without you being forthright with her, she couldn’t be certain.

All she’d ever wanted was love; for many long years she’d given up on it, but you made her yearn for it once again. Wanda just wished she was good enough to make you need it too. As it was, the brunette knew at least one thing you liked her for and if that was what kept you together for now, she’d happily give it. “Aren’t you coming to bed too? Won’t you lay with me?”

“I was a bit preoccupied with you, if you hadn’t noticed. Have a bit of patience.” She grumbled until you got yourself ready for bed too, only laying down once you anchored yourself under the blankets. Wanda curled up to you instantly like she’d done the last time; somehow the only two times you’d shared a bed, she was coming off of major distress. This time though you gave her as much space as you could, laying on your back while she faced you on her side. For as much as you’d taken care of her today, the weight of the situation was just now hitting you.

Wanda stared at you silently, watching as your face scrunched in thought, mind clearly racing. She felt greedy with how much she hated that you weren’t looking at her right back. In the back of her mind Wanda wondered if you’d reconsidered her presence in your life; she wasn’t stupid, she knew what she went through wasn’t peaches and cream. Even if you did want to help, it was a lot to handle.

“I wish you would touch me…” She hoped that maybe she could distract you enough to make you stay. If you could focus on how much you loved the euphoric feeling of her body under yours, maybe Wanda could keep you with her longer. There wasn’t much she had to offer, but there was this. As your eyes made their way to her though, she saw your hesitation, gaze flitting down to her exposed arms, “You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t… Please, I need it.”

“Did you not just push me away?”

“I’ve changed my mind.” Wanda crawled into your lap before you could protest, but you forced her to face away from you, at least wanting her to lay back and rest while she sat between your legs. Boldly, she took hold of your arms and wound them about her, laying your hands to rest at her hip and stomach. Something about you there never failed to make Wanda feel secure, grounded in a safe embrace— what she needed now more than anything was that security.

“Finicky girl…” She waited for you to continue, but you went off on a trail not to come back from and as Wanda twisted to ask, she saw your eyes far off yet again. Clingy as she sounded, Wanda needed you here with her not just physically, but mentally too. Nothing else mattered if she couldn’t share her feelings and worries. Most of the time, you were good at that; Wanda had told you countless secrets and shared a great many private thoughts with you and each time, you received her and listened, reassured if necessary, and with every smile or calming touch Wanda reaped, she grew closer to you.

Now she feared today had been too much, that she’d lose you forever if she couldn’t remind you how the two of you were in nicer times. “This isn’t what I meant when I asked you to touch me.”

“Wanda…really?” It wasn’t your place to judge how she felt; she was an adult and could make her decisions about her body and what she wanted to do with it. But as she twisted around to stare at you, eyes full of uncertainty and woe, you couldn’t help but worry that she was asking this for all the wrong reasons.

“Mhm,” She nodded so quickly her hair shook over her shoulders and you didn’t know if she was trying harder to convince you or her. “Please… I won’t ask you for anything else tonight.” Wanda was determined as ever and your own weakness let you give in to her yet again.

With a gentle nudge you turned her back around, hiking her borrowed nightdress while she wiggled out of her underwear. There was no rush, no hunger this time as you brushed your hands down her freshly washed skin. Wanda smelled clean and light, fresh as a daisy, and you wanted to keep her that way. “You can cum as you please, do whatever you like, but just.. Tell me when you want me to stop.”

Wanda shook her head, “Never…” She was relaxing as soon as you were on her, breath hitching as your fingertips circled her nipples until they hardened. It would be easy to grow frustrated with you, any other time Wanda would write this off as teasing and complain until she got her way. Tonight, even though it wasn’t what she asked for, it was what she needed. The brunette didn’t have the words to describe why such fragile touches felt so right, but she was too exhausted to care.

Her first orgasm came without you even entering her, just your fingers over her clit and your teeth nibbling at her ear. It was soft, delicate, and much more sweet than she ever thought sex could be. Nothing in books prepared her for how wondrous it felt to be doted on in such a way, but she couldn’t fault them— it was impossible to describe the caring warmth she felt running over her in waves, thick and heavy with so many emotions it threatened to overwhelm you both.

What Wanda couldn’t yet realize, either from lack of experience or how non-influential she thought herself to be, was that every touch, every nudge of your nose against her neck, each orgasm she felt comfortable enough to find on your fingers, spelled out how much you adored her. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, snug and warm in your arms, three orgasms lulling her into a deep calm, but you stayed up. Something unsettled you and it wasn’t Vis nor the predicament Wanda dragged you mercilessly into, no.

• 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌 | 𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌—𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾—𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. •

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“There?”

“Yes… oh-”

Wanda’s hands gripped your shoulders tighter, nodding slowly as your fingers curled against the textured patch inside her. Exploring her was fast becoming your favorite pastime; you knew it was wrong, she was a married woman, but the way she came to you pleading with her eyes for just a few moments of pleasure even… you couldn’t deny her that joy. Not when the noises she made were so painfully addicting.

“I could keep you like this forever, you know.” You slipped away, wet digits coming to rest against her hot sex, cupping her almost innocently as you looked up at her. Wanda’s face had that telltale blush to it, the one where you knew she was hot and bothered but trying to stay in control. That wouldn’t do. When she was with you, you wanted her to be free. Wanda was too beautiful of a human to be suppressed; even if the rest of the world forced her in, you wouldn’t let her be anything but herself with you. “Do you want that? To be kept on edge for good? Growing so sensitive that eventually I could brush against your cheek and you’d be rocking against your chair for aid.”

“No please…” One of her feet was planted next to your thigh where you sat, opening her up to your examination. Wanda had come to you for a remedy to her aunt’s sudden nausea, but it was in the back room and after she’d followed you, somehow she’d managed to lock the door behind you both. Now she pressed her groin hard into your open palm, chasing the small bit of friction she found from her clit against the heel of your hand. “I’ve done nothing, but be nice to you…”

“Since I’ve been making you cum, you mean.” Your hand went to rest on Wanda’s thigh, leaving her untouched and exposed to the faint stream of chilled air that’d made its way under her skirts. “Before that, you were a bit of a brat to me, weren’t you?” Blunt nails scraped down her skin -something you’d discovered Wanda adored- and she hissed, legs shaking.

“Yes, but-“ Wanda couldn’t get her words out fast enough, too focused on how needy she’d grown. If she had it her way, she’d kiss you, quick but effective seduction until you had no choice but to trust her. But as it was, the brunette had no way of knowing how good a kisser she truly was— all she knew was how disappointing of one her husband was; he wasn’t a good benchmark. “I’ll be good from now on, I swear it.”

She’d say anything if you’d put her hands back on her, even if it meant enduring that smug satisfaction on your face while you brought your fingertips back to her clit. The small circles drove her insane, leaning forward to force more of her weight on your shoulders. “Promising ways you can’t keep isn’t smart, dear one.” Wanda wanted to offer rebuttal, stand up for herself because she knew she could behave, but now three fingers filled her and she nearly fell. “Careful, I wouldn’t have to look after your backside too if you slipped.”

Wanda’s breaths turned heavy, your thumb putting pressure on her sensitive bud. As you pushed and twisted in tandem, you found the most perfect spot and kept going until she was panting like she was in heat. “Keeping you just like this is the only way you’ll stay in line, difficult thing.” There was a slight sheen of sweat on Wanda’s forehead, the many layers of her dress trapping in her rising heat. You wanted to see her full form, take in the complete sight of Wanda for your own instead of your imagination, but you knew as soon as you did you’d be done for. She was your Pandora’s Box and one day soon, you’d open her and unleash whatever chaos inside as consequence. It was worth it.

You were going to grant her wish, send her flying high above the clouds, and she was so close with her head resting atop yours, denying you the view of her face while she frantically met your hand with her hips— but then the shop bell rang. A mistimed patron had wandered in, calling out for you in place of the cries from Wanda you wanted to hear. Quick to rip your hand away, Wanda faltered as you pushed her away to stand up. “Tell them you closed early for the afternoon.”

If you kicked her out, she’d have to go back home; the very thought made her stomach turn. But you weren’t swayed, not sparing her so much as a glance while you wiped your hands on a nearby towel and straightened your clothes. “Go out the back, the nausea medicine is right on that cabinet,” your speech was rushed, trying to get rid of her before whoever the individual was could make their way back to seek you out further.

“Can I stay back here?” Wanda asked it hopefully, trying to think up any excuse to keep out of the house and even better, closer to you. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she felt childish, but you were so quick to be rid of her… she was ashamed that it hurt her heart.

But you looked at her one final time, face back to the stoic doctor she’d first met and all previous softness gone, “That’d look a little suspicious, don’t you think?”

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She tried again that night, her own fingers shyly pushing inside herself to try to reach the place you seemed to always find so easily. It didn’t happen though; Wanda tried and tried, but nothing -no matter how many fingers or whatever position- gave her that high you did. It was wholly unfair how you’d wormed your way into her life, smooth and charming, showing her things she had yet to learn to replicate on her own… especially when you could shoo her away as quickly as you had hours prior.

Wanda blew out the last dim candlelight before curling herself around her abused pillow, frustrated. “How dare you make me need you like this..”

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Early in the morning you received word you were needed for a house call. Strange, really. You were more of a resource than a practicing doctor; typically people came to you for their ailments and if it was bad enough to require a house call, you referred them to the physician. The pull of sleep nearly made you do just that, but you caught sight of the address where you were needed and found yourself instantly going for your wardrobe. It hadn’t occurred to you until you were on your way that the “Mrs. Maximoff” being referred to may very well be Wanda’s mother-in-law rather than her, but it was too late to ask more questions.

Being greeted with the older woman of the house confirmed that it was indeed Wanda who was in need of aid— that and her turned up nose when she filled you in, disgusted that she even needed to call for someone else to care for her daughter in law. “It’s always something with that girl nowadays, I swear. Yesterday she lost her way to your shop -doubtful with how she wanders off on a whim- and today the smell of the downstairs makes her head act up.” One was a lie, but the other… worry snuck up on you at Wanda’s well-being; Mrs. Maximoff could easily be playing down an actual ailment Wanda was suffering from. “She’s supposed to bring my son his lunch today, he can’t eat everything those scoundrels he works with do. He’s sensitive and requires special care, you know…”

She drew on about Vis, her only heir and biggest obsession, seemingly having forgotten his wife was technically upstairs with a terrible illness. If you let her go all day, you knew she would. “Madam.. do you think I could be shown to Wanda’s room? She’s been silent since I got here and it’s my duty to check up on her.” Annoyed and stunned with your abrupt attitude, she lazily pointed to the back stairs, dark and narrow.

“Thank you. Maybe.. don’t disturb us, you know how temperamental she can be.” You said it with as much humor as you could muster, but as the woman laughed and agreed, bile rose in your throat at the thought of ever truly making fun of your new lover. Childish as she could be, she’s shown surprising restraint considering how much she’s put up with.

You excused yourself quickly, willing the sentimental thoughts creeping up on you as you climbed the stairs. Her door opened a crack, but when you stepped through you closed it tight behind you, securing the latch just in case. Sick or not, Wanda wouldn’t want to see her family members any more than she had to. Finding her wasn’t hard, the bed took up most of the plain room and Wanda, sat up on her knees like a kid waiting to open their presents on Christmas morning, greeted you with a giggle. “Well hello there, doctor. Here to help me with my unbearable sensitivity?”

Concern for her health quickly morphed into irritation; she truly had roused you from her bed on an impulsive whim. Striding over to the end of the bed, sucking hard at your teeth to hold yourself together as much as possible, you stared her down, tired and worried eyes meeting bright and giddy ones. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Wanda Maximoff.”

“But I needed you. My sleep was terrible last night and it’s all your fault.” Wanda sat straighter now, the morning light hitting her soft face with the most perfect glow. It was unfair how quickly she lulled you into being calm with her despite how much of a gamble she’d just taken with both of your status’.

“And why is it my fault?” Your hands held the wire railings of the bed frame, gripping tight to avoid bringing them to Wanda’s hips even as she peppered kisses over your cheeks and neck.

Wanda huffed when she saw you weren’t instantly moved, impatient for what she was so sure you’d give her if she kept you here just a little bit longer. “You left your work unfinished so it’s your responsibility to fix it…” Her sweet smelling hair tickled your nose as she swept her lips over every inch of skin she could find; your resolve was crumbling and if you hadn’t backed away in that instant, Wanda would’ve pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

She pouted with the new distance, but refused to be deterred. If she’d been able to get you all the way here, surely she could get you that final bit closer. In books she’d read countless ways to seduce a partner, but when it came time to act on them, Wanda found she didn’t have the confidence to do it. Besides, you were unique and something told her you wouldn’t fall for the typical ways. She had to be creative. “I’ve been in an awful fit since yesterday. It’s a constant ache when you leave a girl wanting the way you did..”

Her hand fell between her legs, bunching her skirt to reach where she really was wet and in need. If she knew how to work herself like you’d somehow figured out right away, maybe she could sleep, just breathe even with more stolen bits of relief at night; the cynical part of Wanda wondered if you did it to keep her trapped with you how everyone else managed to trap her in some way or another. She hoped you weren’t like that.

Long legs spread apart, draped fabric still shrouding her from your view, but you were glued to the spot at her display. Wanda may not have known what she was doing, but she knew full well the effect it would have on you as she played with her wet pussy, skirt messed just enough to allow her hand freedom but not show any more of herself off to you. “Please? Teach me how to take care of myself..”

Her breath hitched as she hit a particular spot, but her eyes never left yours, clearly getting herself off at the sight of you and whatever imagined acts happening between you two in her head. Your patience worn thin, you strode back over to her, rounding the bed until you stood between her spread legs, “Are you aware you’re a true thorn in my side?” Stubbornness let you ignore the flicker of hurt mar her features, sliding the thin underskirt over her calves before the sight could make you apologize.

“But if I teach you too well or all at once, you won’t need me anymore,” Strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling Wanda down the bed until she was laid before you, her hand still lazily playing down where she was now on full display. She yelped, trying to squirm away from the vulgar position, but the red of her cheeks gave her away— Wanda loved manhandling. “Thankfully, brats like you rarely listen. I’ll have to really take my time with you.” Your hand met hers, slowing her movements until they were in time with the ones you wanted her to make. It hardly took any time for Wanda’s head to fall back, surrendering to the pleasure of your entwined hands circling her clit. “Does that feel good?”

She nodded, trying to speed up, but you held her tight; it felt like you were forever teaching her the virtue of patience. “It pays to take your time. Treat yourself like you would your own lover.” Wanda had no experience in treating a partner; she’d never had the opportunity, but she knew if ever she could, she’d want to watch every quirk of your brow, every hitch in your breath, anything to savor the look of you rendered a mess by her own touch. For now, she could hardly help herself, the thought of giving you the same feelings you did for her… it was on her to-do list, but admittedly, she was selfish. She wanted to soak in everything you gave her, deserved it even; all her life she’d given more than she had, now she’d take each single gift and more. “Know what you enjoy and go from there.”

In your short time together, you’d discovered her love for not just fucking but being surprised and overwhelmed by speed and pace so it was no surprise that when you slid your hands further, four fingers stretching her instantly, there was a visible struggle Wanda had not to cum on the spot. It was terrible, really, a married woman so unsatisfied that she could be so intrigued by the way you brought her to the highest of highs that she’d call you into her home just to continue a torrid little affair. Maybe if you had more respect for her family you would never have started this in the first place, but the more you saw them use and mistreat the girl currently rutting her hips desperately into the palm of her hand still held by yours, the more you wanted better for her. So far that better was you and if you had anything to say about it, you’d keep it that way.

“Use that pretty little brain of yours to think up who you want to be with. Your husband, perhaps if he also learned to please you better?” Wanda’s face instantly upturned, her shoulders tensing and trying to push you away. It was greedy the way you always brought up the man just to watch her disgust, but her reactions justified your continued relationship— it wasn’t wrong if she was trapped in a marriage that only felt like on paper; her true self was yours to possess.

“I’ve told you.. Stop talking about him.” Her voice held as much of an edge as it could, her eyes opening just enough to glare up at you from her prone position. One curl of your fingers though and they fell closed again; Wanda hated how well you could play her sometimes, mostly when she wanted so badly to be enraged with you.

You only shrugged, planting your free arm by her side, hovering over her before you picked up the pace between her legs, fully shutting her up before she could think about saying anything else about your pointed jab. “Hmm.. how about you try me then?” Wanda nodded just the tiniest bit, the slightest agreement as if you didn’t already know she dreamt about you. The thought kept you awake at night in a similar position to Wanda, biting your finger as you came to keep her name off your lips— you weren’t ready to admit that yet. “Next time you’re wound tight, frustrated beyond belief, I want you to think of this,” You guided her thumb to her clit with your own, instructing tight circles over the sensitive bud. “I want you to relax and think of me and every depraved thing I want to do to your perfect body.”

Typically you weren’t so filthy mouthed, most women tended to shy away from such things even if they were already enthralled by the idea of laying with another woman, anything past standard sex practices were denied, but Wanda was different. The woman had a feral curiosity inside, eating her alive and rarely ever sated; if it was new, exciting, scandalous even… she wanted it. And you were more than willing to indulge her. So much so that when she asked what you wanted to do with her, voice heady with a groan, there was almost no hesitancy in telling her exactly what you’d do in your ideal world.

“I’d love to sneak into your window one night, maybe some Thursday just to make sure the entire group is around, and loudly have my way with you.” Reluctantly, your hand abandoned hers, leaving her to fuck herself on her own. You saw the beginnings of a protest, her teeth biting her lip in worry, but you were quick to shush her with a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Show me you can do it yourself…” Wanda whined, but she didn’t stop, “Good girl… Now, where was I? Something about taking you here with everyone downstairs, but I wouldn’t want you to be quiet. Oh no, I’d want you to be as loud as you wanted.”

“I-I’d like that..” Wanda whimpered, pressing down on her clit as she curled her fingers and nearly convulsing. In all the times, all the years she’d tried this herself, she’d never felt so warm. The knot in her stomach radiating a bodily heat that was consuming her more by the second. Two digits sunk deeper as she sensed your hand on her belly, pushing just enough for her to feel it in her core and it was then she knew she only had a few moments before she was gone, “More, tell me more.”

You chuckled, placing a series of kisses along her jawline, Wanda baring her whole neck to your tortuously light kisses. “I want to fuck you so hard that you’re screaming; I need them to hear you.” Faintly you could make out the wet sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her soft walls, the lingering wetness having long since slid down her ass and onto the sheets; you wanted no, needed, to taste her, to claim her with your mouth how you did with your fingers— but that was a lesson for another day. “I hope they all run up the stairs, worried of an intruder, just to find you spread out for me just like this while I’m deep inside your needy cunt. Then I can tell them all you’re mine. Your husband, your insufferable aunt.. all of those clueless idiots.. I want to yell it at them all.”

You couldn’t help it, a longing hand skating up her abdomen to hold her covered breast, squeezing it roughly and marveling at how beautiful she looked arching into your touch. It scared you how much you’d risk for her. Knowing her was fresh and admiring her from your heart felt foreign; worry clouded your thoughts and either Wanda sensed it or she simply wanted your attention back because her free hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in until you were enraptured in the scent of her floral perfume. You stayed there even though the position strained your back, swirling your thumb over where her nipple lay peaked under the cotton fabric, merely kissing the crook of her neck instead of biting it to lay claim how you wished. “I want everyone to see you and know you’re mine.” You shouldn’t have said those words; there was no way you could have her, both of you knew it. Still, the feelings were mutual.

Wanda didn’t say it back, she couldn’t. If she opened her mouth, she’d have screamed, her fingers rediscovering that perfect angle. The image you conjured should’ve made her cringe, maybe even force you off of her to suggest being found in such a compromising position, but the thought of one moment being the death of who she was, being forced to start over anew away from everything she knew.. it was freeing. Even more so, someone wanting her, not just for convenience or her father’s money, but her and proudly claiming her away from the darkness that shrouded her life— that was the most far off and most desired fantasy.

When she came, she did so by her own hand, soft, slippery walls constricting on her ever moving digits, but in her head they were yours, having your way with her proudly, free of secrets and for a few short, blissful moments, she felt peace. While Wanda recovered, her arms went limp enough to let you stand straight, pushing her back just enough to allow you to sit on the mattress before her. Hazily, she saw you staring at her skirts, reaching for her hand, but she thought nothing of it until you were kissing her wrists, an action so intimate she didn’t know what else to do except lay and enjoy it.

“I never get to see you.” The simple statement made her cock her head, realizing that until now they’d never had the time to undress. No matter, that was one thing she could fix, especially if it meant keeping you longer in her bed.

“Well, you see…” She sat up, wobbly on her knees, unlacing her brasserie until it was loose enough to be pulled away, “I still don’t fully feel just right.” No one had ever stared at her so intensely as she moved to pull her underdress away and once she opened her eyes after pulling it over her head, body laid completely bare for you for the first time, Wanda couldn’t help but feel shy under the needy gaze you were giving her. She’d seen lust on others towards their partners, experienced it herself as an onlooker, but never before had that hunger been directed towards her— it made her feel worth something, like she had some hold over your heart even if she wasn’t in control of anything else.

It reminded you of the times you shared before you left. Just finding the simplest ways to touch each other, whether it was Wanda slowly tracing your skin or your hand resting on her thigh. Being able to watch the way her nose scrunched up as she laughed, her green eyes flashing to yours to see if you found the joke just as funny, you couldn’t wipe the grin from your lips.

But that night ended quickly and you were here without Wanda.

As you start to limp your way to get the day started, you furrow your brows as you hear a commotion from out in the hallway. Shouts and yells were echoing down the hall, muffled against your door as you tried to make out who it was. An irritated and familiar groan has you subconsciously cringing for the yells that follow.

You glance around, ensuring that you’re not hallucinating and that you are in your room. Patting your desk chair as the yells continue, you can’t believe what’s happening. Wanda was nowhere near you and was yelling at someone else. You never heard her yells unless they were pointed at you.

Wanda’s shouts subside as another voice fills the silence, trying to calm down the situation. You limp outside of your room but freeze before you go to investigate as the two voices subside with the slamming of a door. Alpine squeezes himself through the stair railing and takes off down the hallway with Bucky right on his heels.

“Just a warning, the building might get blasted.”

“What’s going-,” You start to ask as you stare at the stairs but Bucky’s already rounding the corner.

Quietly, you step back into your room and shut the door.

The building never gets blasted and there’s no more yelling for the rest of the day. You stayed inside of your room, working on reports that didn’t matter but gave your mind something to focus on. You had texted Wanda, hopefully letting any anger she was feeling dissipate before you involved yourself in anything.

You glance over at your phone again and sigh, the message still hasn't been sent through. Clenching your jaw, you try to remember if you had seen anything about scheduled missions as you quickly scroll through your email. Wanda only turned off her phone when she was away on a mission. Not surprised that you didn’t receive the mission schedule since you’re injured, you fall back into your chair and rub your eyes. Putting the pieces together, Wanda’s probably gone.

There’s a tightness in your chest as you stand up. You couldn’t blame her for leaving, she has to do her job but you were hoping to be able to talk to her about last night. Try and get things figured out with each other and with Vision. Now she was gone, having as much time as she wanted to think through things by herself and leave you worrying here. Leaving you to wonder if this is even what you really want to do.

Was it really possible to think that the two of you could have more moments like last night? It was a moment of make believe yesterday, a break from reality as you let sitcoms fill every corner of your brains. But when reality comes back with all of its thorns and sharp edges, you can’t keep either of you unhurt or undamaged. The damage was already done and you both couldn’t pretend everything was fine just because she was still connected to you.

As much as you wanted her back, it wasn’t fair. But you were still holding onto her just as tightly as she was holding onto you.

Shutting your laptop with a sigh, your eyes glance over to your phone and your heart jumps inside of your chest. The text you had sent that morning had finally gone through to Wanda’s phone. She was back at the Compound but did she want to see you?

It didn’t matter. You couldn’t keep dancing around each other anymore. You almost died, there wasn’t time to sit around and wait. Whatever this is between the two of you, it had to be figured out and you aren’t going to hold back anymore. As you come to the decision that the two of you needed to talk, your phone buzzes softly against the desk.

Glancing over, you see the message sent from Wanda, I’m fine.

As quickly as your aching body can manage, you make your way down the hallway and towards Wanda’s bedroom. You didn’t have to see her to know that the text was a lie. And maybe this was the excuse you needed to just postpone the conversation that could end everything between each other.

Your heart is pounding in your ear as you push open the door and walk inside, unannounced and just pray that Vision isn’t inside with her. Wanda stands there, holding a steaming mug against her chest as she floats her belongings out of her backpack and back to their places in her room. Turning around to watch you slowly close the door, you raise your brows,

“A sore throat?”

She gives you a soft grin as you notice the bags underneath her eyes. You remember falling asleep before she had and now you wonder if she ever got any rest last night.

Wanda takes a quiet sip, “You want a cup?”

You sigh, just watching her as you try to work up the confidence to get to the real reason you’re here. Wanda’s brow quirks oddly as she places the mug down and slowly walks up to you. Her arms wrap around your waist as you try to keep your arms down by your side. Leaning up onto her toes, her lips press against yours as she sighs against you and practically starts to melt against you. You don’t push against her and press her against her desk, following the path you two always took. Instead, you gently take her arms from your waist and watch as her eyes slowly flutter open and a frown fill her lips.

Pulling away from you, she takes a careful step back, “Is this not what you came for?”

“I came for you.”

Her lips part gently as you watch the air rush from her lungs, eyes bouncing around your face as her fingers lightly touch along the wounds that hide beneath your shirt. Wanda’s brows furrow tightly as her lip gently begins to quiver, your jaw setting as you listen to her shaking breath as she carefully composes herself.

“Before, I was so scared that you’d be taken away from me forever, but now I’m scared that they took all of your brain cells.”

You grin, “I still have a few up here,”

Unable to fight the urge to hold her, you rest your hands carefully on her neck. Leaning forward, you press your forehead to hers as Wanda grips your wrists tightly, afraid to let you go.

“Were you scared?” she asks as her thumbs run along the outside of your hands.

“I was scared of never seeing you again. The same thing I’m scared of most, every time you leave…” you clench your jaw as you think to the empty bed you woke up in, “you fade away.”

“You left first,” the sound of her voice cracking causing you to step closer against her, “I woke up in this bed and you were gone.”

“Forgive me,” you open your eyes gently as you watch the way her head leans to the side, “please,”

Her lips find yours, different than anytime before. There’s a passion there that both of you have fought against, a longing to just hold onto each other a moment longer. It all felt brand new, as if you had never tasted her lips before. Like the world becomes silent as the two of you become one in this moment. You want her. You want your lips to explore her body. To taste her. And at the same time, you want her to trust you. To find the support you two once shared.

Cold hands hold your face gently, pulling the two of you apart for a moment as you listen to your panting breaths. Opening your eyes slowly, Wanda studies you for a moment as your hands run along her shoulders and then to the hem of her shirt. You open your mouth to say something, anything to her but she just slowly shakes her head. She doesn’t want words. Not right now, she knows what thoughts bounce around your head. She knows how things could end, she just wants one last peaceful night like yesterday. And you aren’t about to argue with her.

Your lips glide down her jaw, fingers pulling her closer to your body as you step back. Her quiet sighs fill your ears as you find the sensitive spot on her neck, chuckling softly as you fall back onto the bed as your legs hit the edge. Wanda’s hands run up your shirt gently as she grins, sitting on top of your lap as she pauses for just a moment. You tense as you feel her cold fingers run along your stomach, your shirt slowly guided off of your body and over your head. Wanda’s touch is tender, memorizing you underneath her as your hands grip her waist.

Both of you move slowly against each other, taking this moment  and ensuring that neither of you will forget it. Her lips are softer than any you’ve ever kissed and her skin even softer as you teasingly run your fingers along the top of her shorts. Wanda’s hips softly roll against you as she sighs against your lips. You pull at the loose ties and gently pull the fabric down her legs as you slowly roll your body over hers.

Her legs move under you, kicking away the shorts as her hands pull your lips against her arching body. Your lips move achingly slowly down her body, covering every inch of her with deep kisses. Her hand holds onto yours, fingers tightly gripping yours. You listen with a fluttering in your chest as you take one of her nipples in your mouth, the soft sounds that come from her mouth.

The symphony of noises you had fallen in love with years ago.

Your fingers slip away from Wanda’s hand as your tongue swipes along her other breast, not letting any part of her to be neglected. Her nails run down your back sending shivers through you as her thighs press against yours as you spread them slowly. You watch how her chest rises with each heavy breath, mesmerized by her the same as you’ve always been.

Gliding your touches along her inner thighs, you pause for a moment as you glance up to her. Watching her bite against her lip, hands finding something to grip onto until her eyes softly open. You watch the way her pupils expand at the sight of you and you feel a warmth explode through your body, a heavy weight in your arms that you can’t explain.

“Wanda,” you whisper, but feel the warmth of her magic against your arm but there’s no sudden movements.

Just a quiet wish for you to come closer to her and you listen. Lips finding each other as your fingers stop teasing and reach to her core. The kiss deepens between you as her tongue swipes against yours and you let her in, your fingers sliding through her slick folds. Her moan hums into your mouth.

Your fingers make intricate patterns along her, your thumb finding her aching clit as her hips stutter from their slow rocking. Two fingers slide so easily into her, legs wrapping around you as her kisses fall apart. Curling just right as your lips guide back down her body, Wanda’s fingers run through your hair and you listen.

To her gasping moans that fall out when you press your thumb against her, to the soft sighs as you glide your fingers in and out of her. Fingers desperately pull your lips against her breasts as your rhythm begins to increase. Wanda’s hips are desperately grinding against your hand as she tries to release the tension inside of her.

It doesn’t take much more to feel how her walls tighten around your fingers, her breath catching in her throat. Guiding her through her crashing high, you carefully slide your fingers from as her shivering thighs press together.

“Please,” Wanda grips your arms as you slowly start to climb out of the bed, “Kiss me.”

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This time, you don’t wake with the blaring sun in your eyes. You slowly rouse out of your sleep and take in a slow and deep breath. The smell of lavender filling your nose as you slowly turn your head. Wanda looks over at you, a small grin on her face as she sees that you’re finally awake. Rolling over to look at her, you grip the pillow beneath your head and let out a sigh when she reaches for your hand.

“I have one question,” she whispers, as if she’s afraid to ruin this moment together, “And please, tell me the truth.”

You hum out quietly, playing with her delicate fingers.

“Do you still have nightmares?”

You glance up at her, green eyes searching for an answer in your reaction. She nods as your brows clench quietly together and you eyes fall back to her ringless fingers.

“What are they about?” she pauses a moment, waiting for you to snap but you just stay silent, “You never told me.”

You roll onto your back with a sigh, arm still reaching out for her hand, “Will you tell me what you were arguing about?”

Wanda’s fingers clench around yours for a moment before continuing their tracing along your palm, “People get mad at each other.”

“And?”

Her eyes flash to you, “Couples have arguments.”

You sigh quietly to yourself, she’s not going to tell you anything. But that doesn’t mean you have to do the same as you’ve always done, either.

“Hydra and your brother,” you say and watch the frown that fills her face, “That’s what my nightmares are about. What they’ve always been about.”

A thick silence fills the room as light touches run along your forearm, keeping you next to Wanda. Turning your head, her green eyes stay anchored to her moving fingers and away from you.

“You asked me if it wasn’t the sex I came for. Now you’re asking me about my nightmares? What’s happening, I’m… confused.”

Wanda chews against her lips, light touches changing into her whole hand resting on your arm as you continue, “We keep mirroring each other, we’re not… we’re not stepping towards each other. You’re keeping me at arm’s length still,”

The silence permeates again, each of you sighing to fill it with some sort of noise. Wanda sits up, the sheets sliding off of her body as she carefully climbs into her clothes. You follow suit, just mirroring her.

“You were my whole life,” she swallows, holding the hoodie she’d stolen from you in her arms, “All I could feel was you and you took that from me.”

“Wanda,” you gently step forward, “You were my whole world. You are my world.”

Her eyes flash to yours, sending a chill through your body, “Then why did you leave?”

The crack in her voice nearly breaks you and the silent tears almost bring you to your knees.

“The same reason I lied. I thought it was for the best,” you sigh, catching the knot in your throat, “And you’re right. I messed up. I messed us up.”

Wanda breathes in the hoodie for a moment, trying to calm herself down before dropping it back to the chair, “Do you still love me?”

Your brows raise and you feel the sharp heat in your chest, “What answer do you really want?”

“I don’t know.” She stands there silent for a moment, mulling over all the ways this could end because you’re doing the same thing, “All I know is that we’ve done this a million times. We should just skip to the end and stay there.”

“What where you go back to Vision and you push me back to the shadows? Wanda, this,” you point back towards her bed, “That was different! I know you felt it.”

“You don’t have to say his name so spitefully. I’m the one who started dating him because what was I supposed to do? Half the time you were gone I didn’t even know if you were really alive or if I was just holding onto the figment of you being alive.”

Wanda sits down on her bed as she quickly wipes away the hot tears, “I would mourn! Do you get that? Two damn years of hell. You don’t just get to leave and come back and point to one night as the thing that saves us. You left me. I moved on. Time to catch up.”

“You moved on?” you breathe out, “Don’t tell me to stop lying if you’re going to lie to me.”

Wanda’s jaw tightens as she watches you push off of the desk you were leaning against. Your brows raise as you wait for her to say something, anything. She just shakes her head and you hold your hands out impatiently,

“I apologized. I told you the truth, what else could you-,” you watch her eyes snap to yours, hearing your thoughts before you utter them but she doesn’t stop you, “I love you! Is that what you want to hear?”

Wanda sighs out harshly, a vicious grin on her face, “I wanted you to come back from that mission with someone new. Not a pile of letters you couldn’t send! You loving me makes this too hard!”

Her hands wipe away the tears that have started to fall from her eyes, trying to breathe through her clogged nose, “Every time something starts to go well between us, I momentarily forget how much you hurt me. Fall back into your trance, crave your touch and how you feel against me,” Wanda grips her hands tightly, ‘I get so close to letting you back in, Y/N. Then I get reminded that you weren’t there when I needed you most. And… it’s an addiction I can’t break.”

The words lodge themselves into you, a pain in your chest that you can’t get rid of. A stinging in your eyes you wish you could blink away as you stand there. You know she doesn’t want you anywhere near her. Despite how hurt she looks, she doesn’t want you.

“Did you always know you were going to leave me?”

“Wanda,” you sigh, thinking it’s a ridiculous question but as you glance up, you see her face. The pain that covers every crease in her face. It’s not a ridiculous question. Everyone she’s ever loved has left her in some way. Her parents and brother were killed. You left her and nearly died, “Never. But I’m sorry… I can’t move on.”

It was probably the last thing she wanted to hear as you watch her shoulders fall ever so slightly, pulling her leg closer to her. You clench your jaw and take a step closer to her, you watch her swallow dryly and let out a shaky breath before her eyes look to you,

“I’m being selfish…” she whispers to you, “I can’t let you go either.”

You watch her carefully, feeling that there is more behind her words. This isn’t a moment of celebration, you can see the aching inside of her. As much as you wish you could take it from her, all you can do is wait for her painful words.

“I despise what you did to me, but I still need you. Do you know how much that hurts? I can’t keep yelling at you. You can’t keep yelling at me. So what else is there to do? At least with what we had before, we can keep each other? God!” she shouts, reaching for the door, “Why am I still in love with you?”

Her whispered words hit you with a force you can’t explain. Her forehead leaning against the door, unable to open it and leave you. Wanda’s jaw quivers as you listen to her soft cry, the terror of everything showing itself to both of you. She’s terrified you’ll break her heart again, that she’ll lose the one thing that keeps her afloat against the waves of her grief. You’re terrified of messing it all up again, being the reason she feels so alone. But you can’t keep this unresolved.

“Stay,” you mutter, barely above a whisper but she hears you clearly.

Slowly, she turns to face you with eyes wide in her confusion.

“Stay,” you utter to her again, walking towards her and slowly taking her hand from the door knob.

“What?” she stutters out as she wipes her lips in nervousness. Glancing down, you still hold onto her hand, your thumb lightly grazing against the cold skin of her knuckles.

“Wanda, my biggest regret from that night was not staying. Not asking you what you wanted.” Slowly, her eyes find their way back to you, “I…” you let out a choked noise, trying to figure out what to say.

Wanda turns to you, both of her hands grabbing yours. She presses it against her cold skin, closing her eyes. Your hand gently presses against her hip, finding comfort in this gentleness together. Resting your forehead against hers, your breaths mesh together. Wanda stops it all too soon though, resting a hand on your chest as she stares up into your eyes, searching for something. Your eyes wash over her, taking in every shadow and line on her face. You gently place a strand of loose hair behind her ear, grazing her cheek with your thumb.

“Wanda,” you breathe out, “let your walls down.” Leaning in slightly more, she parts her lips. Closing her eyes as she breathes you in. Her hands rise up your back, gripping your shoulders with a desperate need to feel you, to never let you slip from her grasps.

Her voice cracks as she gently speaks, “Y/N,” she’s trying to fight you, your lips just grazing each other.

You shake your head slowly, closing your eyes, “Let me in.”

You feel her breath on your neck as her head rises, then her lips touch yours. They’re cold against yours, soft and hesitant as she feels this moment. You grip her tighter, leaning closer as if you can make her stay with just this moment. You feel her hands resting on your shoulder. And then the subtle shaking of her body. You pull back quickly, seeing her tears run down her face.

“What happened, Wands?” you whisper, stroking away the tears.

She looks up at you with a vulnerability you haven’t seen in so long, “I left him.”

“What?”

“I left Vision,” she whispers, pressing her head against your chest as her arms hold you tightly. You feel hopeful, almost ecstatic but the tight hug loosens all too quickly.

“Wanda,” you hold onto her hand, “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, “I just… I don’t want to get hurt.”

She’s trying to pull apart from you, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her fingers slip away as she points at you, “That’s it though. You already did.”

“Hey, Wands,” your fingers grip around her thumb, “What do you want?”

She watches you for a moment, you can see the desperation in her eyes, they way they flick down to your lips. Your throat tightens as you try to keep her near you, to stay here with you.

“I can’t do this,” the whisper breaks the silence like a roll of thunder. She isn’t done though, she opens her mouth, chest filling with air as if she’s about to say something… but she stays silent.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t know… I can’t think,” she looks up at you and you feel her fingers clench around yours. And you lean in and kiss her again, breathing in so deeply, trying to take the weight of the world you see on her shoulders.

“Wanda,” you clench your brows, “what do you want?”

Stepping away from you, she bites against her lips and you can see the pain in her eyes as she looks to you, “I think I just need to be alone.”

You clench your jaw, understanding exactly what she means by those words. But you don’t want to believe the deeper meaning. She squeezes your hands as you try to cling desperately to anything,

“For the night or-?”

“No, Y/N.” she looks at you, she knows you understand.

You sigh, swallowing dryly. You nod and gently slide your hands out from her, watching the pain her eyes grow as she watches you. Placing your hands on your hips, you look down at the ground and chuckle, trying to find something good from this. You were the one who gave her the option, gave her a choice.

You feel the lump in your throat, brows furrowed as your heart falls as Wanda starts to speak, “I never stopped loving you. I love you but… we can’t, I can’t dive into something scared that you’ll break my heart again.”

You nod, rubbing your lips to hide the shaking and stare at the ground, “I…,” you clear your throat roughly, “I’m sorry for all of it, Wanda. And I’m not saying that just for you to say it’s okay.”

“Y/N,” she says, “I don’t need you to apologize. You’ve done it and… I’m not innocent. I just… I can’t do this. Not right now.”

Your nods are growing slower and you reach around her towards the door. Quickly, she grabs your arm, “I’m sorry.”

You pat her hand and press your lips tightly together, “It means the world that you don’t hate me, Wanda. I just…”

You shake your head and just step forward without a single thought to your actions. Your arms wrap around her tightly, feeling this last embrace with Wanda as you press your lips against the side of her head. You breathe in as deeply as you can, trying to memorize her calming smell before you walk out that door.

It’s silent as you walk away from her, forcing yourself not to look back. You only spare a quick glance into your room, but this whole Compound is empty to you now. All you do is grab your jacket and wallet from inside of the room as you take to the stairs.

Everyone is whispering at the kitchen island, some excited tones and chuckles coming from there. Carol turns her head as she notices you first, Nat’s back turned to the stairs, her brows raised with a grin. Thor eyes the fridge, no doubt for a cheers and to start excitedly drinking. But as Nat turns with Bucky’s bump of his shoulder, they both can see it immediately. Bucky turns quickly to tell the other two to shut up as Nat meets you at the door, silently watching you slip into your jacket, grabbing your helmet and keys.

You meet Nat’s eyes, taking a careful glance towards the stairs, “Take care of her, please.”

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You are hoping this gives you closure on a few things. There are two girls that you like and you want to figure out which one you should be with. You like them both and just need to figure out who would be a better fit.

The party is not for another 45 minutes when Wanda arrives. She is holding two packages of Oreos. One package of normal ones, and the other of mint chocolate chip ones. (a/n They are so good)

"I know these are your favorite so I brought a pack for you." She says lovingly. You smile and nod, grabbing the two packages and setting them on the table overstuffed with food. Chips, chocolate, pizza, beer, monsters, water, M&M's, and lots more. You give Wanda a brief explanation of your plans for the night and she nods along, really just watching your eyes.

She had loved you for so long, not knowing if you loved her that way. Which of course you did, but you also loved Kate that way.

You go through a stack of movies you have, showing Wanda each choice.

"We can watch at least three, maybe more." You say. Wanda can tell you are stressed out with all the planning, so she tells you to lay on the bed and she will get the rest done. "Are you sure Wanda? I got this." You try to argue with her but she shushes you. She gently puts her hand on your arm, making your heart flutter.

"I am sure girly, rest your eyes for a bit." Wanda giggles, using the term girly like always. After an hour all the girls were there and ready to party. You all sat around your big room. Your room is the size of an apartment, you had a small living area in the first corner. It contains a red couch shoved against the wall across from a TV on a brown wooden table with counters containing movies in them. To the side of the cute little couch is a recliner and an old fashioned velvet chair that goes with the couch. The living area was small but not cramped. You all fit fine in the area. On the 2nd corner is a door leading to the bathroom, it has a cute side table against the wall beside the door with a blue vase on it. In the third corner is your king sized bed with a little wooden nightstand beside it. You have a velvet (matching the chair, and the color of the couch) bench. And some sleeping bags are rolled out.

You sat on the right side of the couch next to Kate, who sits against the wall. Wanda is sitting on the floor by your knee. She is crisscrossed like a little girl. It makes you smile.

Natasha sits in the velvet chair, Yelena on the floor next to her. Ever since Clint and Kate helped Yelena with her little predicament with Val, Yelena has been around for awhile.

In the recliner is Shuri (yes you invited her, she flew from Wakanda to be here), she sits with the feet up.

Also on the floor is Pepper Pots, and Carol. You marvel at the amount of people who showed up, wondering where you would all sleep.

Suddenly you are snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a hand on your knee, looking down to see a cackling Wanda. Clearly someone made a joke, but you don't bother to ask about it because you are blushing and very flustered. Even when she is done with her fit prof laughter, her hand remains there.

Kate looks over to see you blushing and can't help feeling jealous. She has crushed on you since she got here, and she believes you like Wanda. You do. But you also like her.

"How about truth or dare?" Natasha offers, getting a good response from the group.

"Oh yes, let's. I have never played it before." Shuri says, rubbing her hands together like a super villian. You all laugh and you mentally prepare yourself for the game.

"Alright since it is your idea, you first 'Tasha." Wanda tells her, at which Nat nods.

"Okay then, Kate." She pauses, making Kate nervous. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Kate says, she rubs her hands together anxiously by her legs. She wants so badly to fit in and be a part of this team, and you can tell. You put your hand on hers and she looks at you in surprise. You smile at her and she smiles back.

"I dare you to... call Clint and tell him you peed yourself and act like a little kid." She thinks before giving the dare, and you all burst into laughter.

"Starting of strong there Nat." Yelena says, taking a sip of a glass of beer from the cup she is using. There is a low table between the couch and TV with all that food.

"Fine, fine. But let the record show I hate you." Kate laughs, reaching over to get her phone. She puts the call on speaker as it rings. "Um, hey Clint."

"What do you want Kate?" He says over the line.

"well, I had an accident." Ahe says, trying to conceal her laughter. You smile at her.

"A car accident? Kate Bishop!" He says like a dad would to a child he is disappointed in.

"Not a car accident. I- peed. Like I didn't make it to the restroom accident. I am at the sleepover and idk what to do Clint."

"Your disgusting! You are a grown woman, and you can't make it to the restroom?!" Clint says, utterly grossed out. Kate dies laughing, not able to restrain it.

"It is just prank." He immediately hangs up on her when she says prank. Everyone has a good laugh. She rolls over in laughter.

"Your turn to ask Kate." Natasha laughs.

"Pepper, truth or dare?" Kate says, giving a pointed look towards the red headed woman. Pepper cracks a grin,

"Truth." She says with a short nod. Everyone boos and few words are shouted her way about being a baby to not pick dare. She laughs and awaits Kate's question.

"What is the stupidest thing that you have an emotional attachment to?"

"Tony." Pepper says without hesitation, everyone immediately dies of laughter. "Kidding, I am kidding. I have a really dumb attachment to this fake plant. It is in our bedroom window sill, and I have to tell it goodnight every night." You tried to restrain your laughter unlike the other woman.

"Your turn Pep," You say, still trying to not laugh.

"You guys are mean." She teases, sounding like a mother. "Wanda, truth or dare?"

*Wanda*

"Dare!" The red haired woman states with a brave smile. She looks up briefly at Y/N just to catch A glimpse of her beautiful face. But your eyes were on Kate Bishop. Wanda's smile falters for a moment, before she regains composure.

"I dare you to kiss Y/N." Pepper says indefinitely. Wanda freezes in place. Kiss Y/N? Kiss the woman she has loved since she became an avenger? Kiss the girl in love with another?

Pepper knew you liked Y/N. Wanda told her a while back. Only does she regret it now. "Um, what?" Y/N squeaks. Kate's eyes bulg out other face. Wanda feels the redness grow on her warm skin.

"Yep. Kiss you two." Pepper says in a smiley voice. Wanda catches Y/N's eyes and they are silent.

*Y/N*

Y/N looks over at Kate, who has sunk into the couch with an unreadable look on her face. Y/N looks back at Wanda who is blushing like a tomato. Y/N can only imagine how red she is.

Wanda and hers face meet level and they stare nervously at each other.

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