Emma Swan, you fucking brussel sprout! masc/18+

knock knock

you freeze from your spot in the bathroom. you had your hands half tangled in your hair, about to throw it up in a loose bun at the nape of your neck. you linger there for another moment, pausing to see if you’d hear the noise again. 

nothing. 

you twist your fingers through the elastic, wrapping it around the bunched up hair you gathered in the other hand.

knock knock

your hands drop. this time you shuffle towards the door. without bothering to look through the peep hole, you reach for the handle and swing the door open. 

wanda.

there she was. 

you forget to speak. it was hard to remember when wanda was standing on your doorstep looking like that. the sunlight caught in her hair, pulling out strands of copper you’d somehow never noticed before. 

“were you not ready?” she asks, breaking the silence when you don’t. her eyes rake over your form. 

the light breeze caught in the linen button up she was wearing, revealing a small glimpse of her black swimsuit underneath.  

“no, i was ready. i just thought you were going to text me.” you reply, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check for any possible missed messages from her.

“well, that seems kind of silly to text when i have two perfectly working legs.” she quips back, reaching up to readjust her sunglasses over her eyes. you miss the access to her green stare immediately. 

“shall we?” she gestures towards the general direction of her parked car. 

“yeah, let me just grab my stuff.” you shuffle back towards the main living space, gathering your beach bag and a small beach umbrella which was big enough to shade two people. 

when you turn to lock the front door, wanda grabs the bag slung over your shoulder. 

“you don’t need to carry my bag.” you reach for it, but she already had it secured over her right shoulder. 

“i’ll let you carry the umbrella. c’mon.” she reaches for you with her free hand, her fingers wiggling in the air when you hesitate for a moment. 

your stomach flutters at the gesture. she made everything feel so easy and natural. sometimes you forget this is her first time doing this with a woman. 

you take her hand after a moment, allowing her to guide you to the car. 

“you wanna connect your phone to the speakers?” she asks once she finally slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. 

you nod your head, navigating to the bluetooth on your phone to connect it to the car. 

wanda doesn’t know it, but you carefully created a selection of songs for this date specifically. you packed a speaker in your bag for background music while you two lounged on the sand. it was a painstaking process really. you only knew a handful of songs she really liked—which were at the top of the playlist. the rest you had to guess. 

“you remembered.” wanda speaks once the song starts playing through the speakers. 

“remembered what?” you feign ignorance. 

“i told you i liked this one.” she smiles, her eyes focused on the road ahead. she begins tapping her thumbs on her steering wheel to the beat of the song. it makes your chest bloom with warmth. she noticed. you wanted her to know you were invested in her interests. 

the drive there was only about 20 minutes, but it was long enough that you were ready to stretch your legs. being nervous always made you so restless. 

unpacking the car went smoothly enough. finding a spot, however, was apparently a matter wanda took very seriously. 

“this is a good spot.” she finally declares after making you two wander around for the perfect place. 

“uh huh. and what’s so special about this spot exactly?” you lift your hand to block the sun from hitting your eyes. you make a show of looking around at all the other perfectly adequate patches of sand you passed by. 

“it just is.” wanda shrugs. she kneels in the sand, laying out a blanket to sit on. 

“right.” you agree dryly—teasing. you drop to your knees on the blanket, letting the umbrella in your hand fall to the side. 

“did you bring sunscreen?” she asks, moving the picnic basket she packed further back so it wasn’t preventing you two from sitting closer.

“maybe.” you shrug. 

“that’s a no.” she reaches into her own bag, retrieving three different bottles of sunscreen. 

“you plan on lathering that all on one person?” you tease. it was only the 9th date and you couldn’t help but notice she overpacked when it came to everything.  

“one is SPF 30, one 50, and this one is for your face.” she holds up the smallest bottle. it was a brand you’d never seen before. 

“come here.” she scoots over an inch, already opening the small bottle and squeezing some onto her hands.

“wanda you really don’t—“ you start to protest, but she cuts you off.

“i can’t take you back home looking like a lobster.” she holds out her hand half lathered in sunscreen. her expression is expectant. you stare at her for a few moments, measuring if she was being serious or not. 

it made your belly curl thinking about her putting sunscreen on you. the way she went out of her way to do little things for you— 

“well?” she adds when you stare blankly at her. 

“well what?” 

“are you coming over here or am i coming over there?” truthfully the thought of her taking care of you this way warmed you all the way down to your toes. you just weren’t sure if you could keep yourself composed with something that felt so intimate.

you hesitate only for a second longer before shuffling closer so she could comfortably reach you. you sit with your legs laid out in front of you, your back to her. warm hands lathered with sunscreen begin to massage your shoulders. 

she’s very thorough in her application method, going over the expanse of your back twice before deeming it sufficiently protected from the sun. she gives your forearms a squeeze when she’s done, signaling she wants you to turn around.

your breath stutters when you turn and realize just how close the two of you are. your legs are now folded indian style, wanda’s form kneeling in front of you. 

“i can do the rest.” you reach for the sunscreen she discarded beside you. it was easier to suggest something practical than admit the intimacy of it was making your stomach flip. she begins lathering your arms as if you had said nothing.

“my hands are already covered in sunscreen.” she finishes covering your arms, smoothing the remaining lotion onto your chest. she’s very thorough in that as well, her fingers tucking under the straps of your bikini top just in case they slid around throughout the afternoon. 

you watch her for a moment, a small dent in her brows as if she were very focused on the task at hand. she rubs her hands together once she’s finished, smoothing the excess sunscreen along her forearms until it absorbs into her skin.

“you trust me to do my face?” you inquire teasingly.

wanda glances up. “do you need assistance?” 

you laugh once. “no.” 

“then yes.” she hands you the small bottle of face sunscreen. you squeeze some onto your fingertips, rubbing it into your cheeks and forehead. it had a faint tropical smell to it that was quite pleasant. 

“well, i’m sufficiently protected from the sun.” you declare, handing wanda back the bottles she laid beside you. “you wanna go for a swim?” you begin to stand, lingering on your knees as you wait for a response.

“swim? i think i’d rather look at the cold water than be in it.” her eyes drift towards the ocean, her hands coming up to grasp onto her biceps as she folds her arms across her chest. 

“c’mon wanda, it’s the ocean. it’s meant to be swam in.” you attempt to convince her, though experience had already taught you wanda wasn’t easily swayed. 

“you go on ahead. i’ll supervise.” she nods her head towards the water, tipping the sunglasses adorning her head back over her eyes. 

you sigh, holding your hands up in surrender. 

“alright… but you’re gonna be missing out on tons of fun.” you emphasize the ‘tons of fun’ part, a last attempt to persuade her before you rise to your feet.

“i’ll take my chances.” wanda smiles. 

you almost roll your eyes, but when you glance at her smile, it’s so warm and endearing that her refusal was entirely weightless.

you turn and head to where the waves were lapping at the shore. the water is cold—just like wanda said. you can’t bring yourself to care though as you wade into the water. you love being in the ocean. 

goosebumps prick along your body, but it doesn’t stop you from stepping further into the sea. you see an incoming wave and duck underneath it just before it breaks. when you resurface, you duck under another one. the feeling of the water gently carrying and moving you beneath the surface was invigorating. 

you let the waves push you close to the shore, only to swim back out and have the process repeated multiple times.

as the water carries you closer to the sand for the 5th time, your eyes are drawn to the bright white and yellow stripped blanket wanda had laid out for you two. you see her sitting there, one knee bent, sunglasses perched on her nose as she watched the shoreline. 

she caught you staring immediately. of course she was watching. 

she lifts her hand once, the gesture causing something to tug in your chest. the moment your feet hit the sand, you’re already marching back toward her.

“what happened to all of the fun?” wanda asks. 

you’re standing back barely a respectable distance given that you’re dripping water. 

“it’s not as fun without you.” you pout. you would lie and say you didn’t do it to play dirty, but that was exactly your intent. 

wanda purses her lips, lifting her tinted frames just above her brows. she squints her eyes as they adjust to the brightness of the sun, her gaze not straying from your face. 

“i guess we can’t have that.” she says after a moment. 

you beam at her, your smile gleaming in the sunlight. you extend your hand towards her, your fingers wiggling in the air just as she had done earlier when she came to pick you up. 

wanda accepts your hand as you help to pull her to her feet. you mean to let go of her hand once she was standing, but her fingers never loosen around yours. 

feet pad against warm sand as you make your way to the water in comfortable silence. 

when wanda’s toes finally reach the cold water, she hisses at the sensation but otherwise continues walking further into the water with you.

“(y/n), it’s freezing.” she says through her teeth, her arms lifted almost comically above the water as she attempts to keep some part of herself dry. 

“it’s a little chilly.” you shrug, an amused smile playing on your lips at her reaction. you let go of her hand, sinking further into the water. you watch her from where the water laps at your neck. she was only in as deep as her ribs. 

there’s a playful dance in your eyes wanda must have caught on to because her eyes suddenly narrow in on your gaze. 

“don’t you dare.” she warns.

“what?” you ask innocently, drifting a couple inches away from her. 

“you know what.” she takes a step back herself—as if that would save her. 

you let the anticipation build, a sly grin spreading across your face before you pull your arms back under water and then splash in her direction. 

she freezes, looking down at herself and then back at you incredulously. 

“oh, you did not.” she pushes some hair off her face that stuck to the side of her cheek. 

“i did.” you’re still smiling, completely unapologetic. 

“that was very rude.” you study her expression, trying to gauge if she was truly upset or not. she did look stern, but just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, you’re met with a face full of water. 

you gasp, blinking multiple times to clear your vision. up until this point, wanda never bothered retaliating whenever you teased her. she simply let you have your fun. this was new. 

you look back at her, her green eyes shimmering with something suspiciously close to delight.

“there.” she smirks. 

“there?” you echo. 

“now we’re even.” she nods her head, like this was a resolution. 

“that’s it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“were you expecting more?” she mirrors your expression.

“maybe.” you admit.

“don’t push your luck.” she keeps her gaze on you as she slowly sinks deeper into the water until it reaches her neck. she shivers once, but otherwise doesn’t comment on the temperature of the water again. 

the two of you drift around for awhile, conversation ebbing in and out between stretches of comfortable silence.

it wasn’t until your stomach began growling that you realized you hadn’t eaten yet today.

back on the sand, wanda unpacked the contents of her picnic basket: chicken salad sandwiches, strawberries and potato chips—which, you discover, she’d sliced and baked in the oven herself. it was very like her to have a homestyle touch on something.

you compliment her cooking and thank her for bringing everything. had you been in charge, you were sure things wouldn’t have turned out as yummy as she made them to be. 

as you now lie on your back beside her, sun warming both of your bodies from head to toe, you find yourself completely at ease. your heads are only a few inches apart. every so often, the gentle breeze carries the scent of her sunscreen towards you. 

“the sun feels nice.” she comments. you hum in acknowledgment. 

you watch seagulls fly in a circle off in the distant sky. the sound of the ocean continues to lull you into a more relaxed state. you can make out the faint sound of voices and laughter from the groups of people littered across the beach. 

“that cloud kind of looks like a heart.” you lift your finger towards the sky, tilting your head closer to wanda’s so she can see exactly where you’re pointing. she hums softly in acknowledgment. you don’t move your head back to where it was. 

when you drop your hand back to your side, you let your hand rest in the sand where the blanket ends. you curl your fingers, feeling the warm granules move through the spaces in between your fingertips. the sand was so soft here. 

“can i kiss you?” wanda breaks the silence. you don’t need to look at her to know she’s tilted her head to look at you. you smile at her question. 

“you know you don’t have to ask every time.” you tilt your head to look at her, sage green eyes staring back at you. 

wanda hesitates for a moment. her eyes drop to your arm where she watches her own finger trace a line along your warm skin. 

“i know.” she finally replies, her gaze back on you now. “i’d still rather ask.” she adds after another short pause.

your smile widens. 

“you can kiss me.” you answer softly. 

the hand that was tracing along your arm reaches up to gently cup the side of your face. she’s slow as she leans in, closing the few inches of distance between you two. you tilt your chin just before her lips meet yours. 

they’re soft and warm and taste faintly of strawberries. your hand comes up now, fingers curling around the wrist that was holding your face. you squeeze gently as your lips move together. it felt like rediscovery. somehow, every kiss still carried the same sense of wonder as the one before. your stomach performed its usual little flip, warmth spreading all the way down to your toes. it almost felt reverent. 

when she breaks the kiss, you linger there for a moment, unwilling to completely disconnect. your fingers loosen from around her wrist, but you don’t let go. you open your eyes, noticing that wanda was watching you, her thumb caressing along your cheekbone. she ventures further down, cupping your jaw and using her thumb to trace across your lips. 

“y’know, i had a friend in college.” she starts to tell you.

“she dated women. used to tell me all about it.” she pauses again. she catches a few of your baby hairs flying away in the light breeze, tucking them behind your ear.

“i always listened.” she continues explaining. you regard her silently. you want her to continue. 

“it interested me more than i’d care to admit.” her hand drops from your face, reaching down to clasp yours. she holds it in between the small space where your bodies lay facing one another. 

“yeah?” you ask.

“you’ve been with women before, haven’t you?” she asks.

“i have.” you reply simply. 

“i find myself wondering about us sometimes.” she admits. 

you swallow. “us?” 

wanda nods, her eyes still intent on yours. “what it would be like.” 

oh.

your heart stutters in your chest, and you can only hope that your cheeks suddenly feeling warmer only had to do with the sun. 

“i think about us too.” you confess quietly. you swallow again, your eyes glancing from where she was holding your hand back up to her stare. 

“i really like you wanda.” 

she smiles, her hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. “i know.” 

neither of you say anything after that. wanda closes her eyes as you tilt your head to look back at the sky. seagulls cry overhead, the breeze picking up as the sun begins to settle further in the west. 

you realize the afternoon is beginning to slip away. you inhale slowly, taking in this moment—the ocean, the breeze, wanda. it was an afternoon you won’t soon forget. 

“we should probably head back soon.” wanda murmurs, her eyes still closed and her fingers still intertwined through yours. 

“already?” you pout.

“i’m old, remember? i lose all energy when the sun starts to go down.” she jokes, but you didn’t want to part ways just yet. 

“i don’t want this date to end.” you frown, tilting your head back towards wanda. she opens her eyes as she hears you shift. 

“you want to come back to my place for a bit?” she asks after a short pause. 

butterflies flutter in your stomach at the offer. you try not to appear overly eager, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away anyway.  

you nod. “yeah, i’d like that.” you say softly. 

you pack up all of your things together. you attempt to load yourself up with most of the stuff to carry to her car, but wanda would have none of it. she protested, saying she was ‘old but not that old.’ 

you were just going to have to get creative with other ways to take care of her.

the drive home was quieter than the one there had been. not awkward, just less talking. your growing awareness that you’d be alone in her house for the first time settles gently in the back of your mind. combined with everything you shared that afternoon, it suddenly makes the evening ahead feel significant somehow. you’re not entirely sure why.  

you swallow thickly, glancing in wanda’s direction as she pulls into her driveway. 

“everything okay? you’re being quiet.” she comments, shutting the car off as she looks at you. 

“yeah, i’m okay. just thinking.” you shrug, not feeling quite bold enough to explain your current train of thought. 

she purses her lips, studying your face for a moment. 

“care to share?” she asks, one hand still on the steering wheel while the other reaches for one of yours, holding it gently as it rests against the middle console. 

“nothing bad…just thinking.” you shake your head. you can feel your cheeks warming again. if she can see them turning pink, she doesn’t say anything about it. 

“alright.” she drops it after a moment, squeezing your hand before letting it go.

“we can leave everything in the car for now. you wanna head inside and pick out a movie?” she unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for her door handle. 

“yeah, that sounds good.” you agree, following suit as you step outside of the car and follow her into the house. you’d never been inside her home before, and suddenly the idea feels strangely intimate. 

you enter through the front door, wanda stepping across the threshold first.

“shoes off is my only rule.” she says as she shucks off her own beside the small rug you’re currently standing on. you step out of yours, nudging them with your foot so they’re lined neatly next to wanda’s. 

you step further inside and glance around at some of her personal touches. there was a tattered book lying on the coffee table in the living room, a throw blanket hanging over the couch, and a succulent sitting next to a window. 

“you pick.” wanda’s voice cuts into your reverie. she’s standing in the middle of the living room, tv remote in hand as she holds it out to you. 

you step towards her, taking the black remote from her grasp. 

she sits on the couch, curling one of her legs beneath herself. you shuffle over to where she’s sitting, taking the cushion next to her. 

you turn on the tv and find her netflix app, sitting back as you peruse through the movie selection, truly indifferent to what you might watch. 

wanda pulls the throw blanket from behind her back over her legs, spreading the extra over yours as you continue looking. 

you settle on an old rom-com. those were always safe.

“this is a good one.” wanda comments. her hand finds yours again. 

“mhm, it’s one of my favorites.” you tell her, nodding towards the screen. 

you naturally scoot an inch closer to her as the movie starts. it was unconscious really, like your body was doing something before your mind could catch up. 

you can feel the warmth from her body when you’re sitting this close. her hand is soft and comforting as she rests your clasped hands against the blanket.  

you can feel her eyes on you. you glance towards her in your peripheral vision, but she looks away. 

you can hardly pay attention to the movie when you’re so close. you have a feeling she’s looking at you again. 

this time you turn your head and catch her a second time. 

“what?” you ask.

“nothing.” wanda smiles.

“you’re not even watching.” you scoff.

“neither are you.” she notes astutely. 

you exhale, your shoulders relaxing. after a few moments, you lean against her, your head coming to rest against her shoulder. she rests her head on top of yours, her thumb stroking along the back of your hand. 

you’re looking at the screen, but you’re not actually paying any attention to the movie whatsoever. you can hear wanda’s steady breathing, her shoulders moving gently as she inhales and exhales. it’s soothing. you pick up on the lingering scent of sunscreen against her skin, along with the usual smell of wanda you’ve come to love—vanilla and sandalwood. 

you glance up to say something, but the proximity of your faces makes you forget what you were thinking in an instant. wanda doesn’t look away, instead her gaze flicks towards your lips and then back up to your eyes. 

“can i kiss you again?” 

you smile immediately. “you don’t have to ask.”

wanda mirrors your expression. “i know.” 

you glance at her lips now.

“can i?” she asks again. 

“yes.” 

she closes the gap. this kiss was different from earlier. not hungrier, not more intense, just… more certain. it feels a little more familiar as your lips move against hers. 

she shifts next to you, a hand coming to rest gently against your hip. you instinctively lean further into her, your bodies fitting together a little easier now than they had before. your hands find her hair, slow and careful as you cradle her head. 

she breaks away after several more moments, her forehead resting against yours as you both breathe a little unevenly now. 

“come with me?” she asks. your hands drop to your lap as you pull away an inch to look at her. 

you nod your head slowly and accept her hand as she stands and leads you down the hallway. 

you shuffle behind her, her fingers intertwined loosely through yours. the sound of the movie becomes muffled as you walk closer to what you assume to be wanda’s bedroom. 

she pushes the door open, stepping inside. her hand drops from yours as she walks to one side of the bed to turn on the lamp on the nightstand. 

with her room now bathed in the soft light, you glance around. it’s very tidy and simplistic. you notice there are only a few photos hanging on the wall—most of them landscapes or art instead of people. 

“it’s not very exciting.” wanda breaks the silence.

“i like it.” you say honestly. it felt very…her. 

your eyes drift from one of the photos on the wall to her face. she’s watching you again. 

“come here.” she hums. 

you hesitate for a moment. not out of fear, but for the shift in the air that you start to become more aware of. your feet pull you forward before you tell them to. 

as you stand before wanda, her hands come up to cradle your face. her eyes skim over your features. she has a gentle smile, one that warms your chest. this time, she doesn’t ask as she slowly closes the gap and presses her lips against yours. 

your hands reach for her automatically, your body pressing closer to her instinctively. your legs feel a little wobbly as you stand, butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach. 

you become absorbed in her presence, in the feeling of her soft lips moving against yours, the delicate hold on your face and the quiet sigh she makes when your hands find her waist. 

you kiss her deeper, your lips parting. you feel her breath against your lips. your fingers flex around her waist, gently fisting the linen button up she was wearing. you weren’t rushing, you just wanted to explore. 

one of her hands slides down your neck, her fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the back of your head. 

you pull away this time, needing to catch your breath. with your eyes still closed, your faces just an inch apart, you feel wanda press her lips against your cheek. 

your eyelids flutter open, met with what was quickly becoming your favorite set of green eyes.

“you’re beautiful.” she murmurs. your cheeks flush delicately and you smile.

“you’re beautiful.” you echo, emphasizing your words. she really was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. 

she grins, her nose scrunching. she holds your face there for a long moment, just looking at you. 

“you’re staring again.” you tease gently.

“i know.” she replies. “i can’t help it.” 

you exhale softly, the familiar flutter of butterflies returning to your stomach.

“sit with me?” she asks. you nod your head, following after her as she sits at the edge of the bed. 

her lips find yours again, a little more firm this time. you exhale shakily into her mouth, one of your hands resting along her thigh. you squeeze gently. 

when her tongue glides along your bottom lip, it’s gentle and calculated. you let your tongue brush along hers experimentally. she hums, the vibrations delicate against your lips. 

she shifts her body so she’s facing you, one of her hands curling underneath your knee. you can feel her pressing herself closer to you. 

you break the kiss, panting softly. she’s leaning over you, her eyes shining with something you can’t quite name. 

“do you want to lie down?” she asks. 

you look at her for a moment and then nod slowly, lowering yourself onto the bed until your head meets the pillows and your back is flush with the comforter. 

she gazes down at you, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she smiles gently. 

“wanda…” you begin, pausing for a moment as you search for the right words. “are you sure?” 

“i am.” she affirms quietly. you gaze into her eyes, reading only sincerity. your nerves settle a little. she wants this too. 

“okay.” you reply simply, a small smile touching the corner of your lips. 

she leans over your form, adjusting her position so she was supporting her weight on one arm, her body hovering above you. you think she means to kiss you, but she stops before your lips can reach hers.

“can i admit something?” she asks, her hand coming up to rest against your hip. 

“yes.” you answer quietly, your curiosity piqued. 

“it was hard not to watch you today.” she begins, her eyes trailing down your body where her hand rests at the seam of your shirt. “in your bathing suit.” she adds. you swallow thickly, your heart beginning to thump in your chest. “i thought the color looked lovely on your skin.” you feel her fingertips trace along a small sliver of exposed skin at your torso. 

“can i see it again?” she asks softly, her eyes dipping towards the edge of your shirt. 

neither of you had changed since coming back from the beach. you just had on a simple t-shirt and shorts to cover your bikini. 

you nod your head after a moment, reaching down to grab the bottom of your shirt. you’re unhurried as you lift it up over your head, gently discarding it to the side next to where you lay. 

you shift to get comfortable again, one leg bending as you plant your foot flat on the bed. wanda’s attention naturally drifts to the newly exposed skin along your upper body. the hand that was at your hip traces the soft flesh there. her touch was featherlight, drawing goosebumps along your skin. 

“beautiful.” she murmurs so quietly, you think it’s mostly to herself. you don’t say anything to fill the silence as she explores the skin of your torso. you watch her expression, which was mostly smooth save for the delicate smile turning up the corners of her lips.

she smooths her hand across your stomach, drawing a line up the neglected side of your torso. your muscles flutter gently beneath her soft touch. she’s watching so carefully that she notices. 

“does that tickle?” she asks, repeating the action to elicit  the same reaction. 

“a little bit.” you admit, your gaze falling to her hand. she hums, moving on from that spot to a little lower, just above the seam of your shorts. 

“you have three freckles right here.” she dots each one with a gentle finger. “i thought i noticed that earlier.” 

you sigh, feeling your body relax with her soft attention. there’s a patience to her touch that surprises you. she never rushes from one thing to the next, as if she’s spent enough years learning that some moments are worth lingering inside. 

“funny you say that. i was counting the freckles on your face earlier on the beach.” you chime in gently. wanda’s eyes lift back to yours.

“is that right?” she asks, smiling amusedly. 

“mhmm.” 

“and how many did you count?” 

her fingers linger at your side, tracing small absent-minded patterns against your skin. 

“twenty-three.” you reply.

“twenty- three?” she echoes, looking impressed. 

“mhmm.” you repeat with a smile. “i like your freckles.” 

 your hand lifts to tuck some hair behind her ear.  

her fingers drift just beneath the waistband of your shorts for only a moment before returning to your hip. your breath hitches softly, your leg giving a tiny twitch beneath her touch. 

“i like that you noticed them.” she murmurs. 

she studies your face for another moment before her thumb brushes softly against your hip. 

“we can go as slowly as you want.” she says gently. 

“okay.” you answer immediately. 

she smiles a little. “good.” 

“i want to see more of you.” she murmurs, her fingers returning to the waistband of your shorts. she glances up at you, silently asking for permission. you nod, shifting your hips so it was easier for her to slide them off. 

it didn’t feel awkward or rushed as she finishes undressing you completely. you felt safe, secure and desired by the softest, sweetest woman you’ve ever met. 

you’re equally as gentle and intentional when you take her clothes off, the only barrier between the two of you being her high-waisted bikini bottoms. 

as your lips explore one anothers, your hands map out all of the places along her back that draw out a low hum or a shiver. she was more responsive than you thought she’d be. her hands explore your skin, gently caressing and moving along previously unexplored skin. 

your hands become a little more bold, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. your tongue caresses hers, both of your legs coming up to rest on either side of her. your thumbs brush against her hardened nipples. you pinch them carefully, testing her reaction.

she exhales into your mouth, one of her hands grasping more firmly onto your hip. she pulls away from your lips. they’re a little swollen now from how you were gently sucking on them. 

“i want to make you feel good.” she says, her voice a little breathless. 

“you already are.” you assure her. your hands slide down to her ribs, smoothing over the skin there.

“no, i mean…” she starts before trailing off. “can i try something?” she asks. 

you’ll try anything, so long as it’s with her.

“yes.” you reply after a brief moment. you almost regret your answer as instead of her hands continuing to explore your body, she pushes off of the bed. your brows knit together in a delicate frown. you sit up, propping your upper back against some pillows.

“where are you going?” even you can hear the longing in your voice. 

“nowhere. just grabbing some things.” she reassures, throwing a soft smile over her shoulder as she heads for the en-suite bathroom. 

she returns with a small towel, sitting on the opposite side of the bed where you lay. she reaches down into the nightstand, pulling out a couple objects you can’t quite make out just yet. she turns then, facing you so you can see what she’s retrieved. 

a hand towel, a small bottle of lube, and a translucent pink dildo. 

“can i use this on you?” she asks as she holds the faux cock between you two. you swallow. it was average sized, certainly nothing to be scared of. however, you’re a little surprised it was something wanda wanted to try so soon. 

“we don’t have to.” she says when you don’t respond after a moment. 

“no!” you reply a little too quickly. “it’s not that. i want to. i was just a little surprised is all.” you reassure her.

she grins, nodding her head. “okay.” 

she scoots close to you until her knee brushes against your thigh. you watch as she coats the dildo with a generous amount of lube. 

“i can always add more if we need it.” she snaps the lid shut, keeping the bottle close beside her on the bed. 

you open your legs to give her easier access. she settles between them, her knees pressed against the bed on either side of your left leg. 

her eyes are intent on her destination as she traces the tip of the pink dildo along your slit. 

“tell me if you want me to stop.” she murmurs as she rubs it perfectly against your sensitive nub. 

“i will.” you exhale shakily, your hips rolling just slightly into her hand. 

she’s thorough, making sure everything is sufficiently lubricated before you feel the tip pressing against your opening. you’re watching wanda, her eyes still gazing at the space between your legs. 

the toy slides in easily, though wanda is still slow, allowing your body to accommodate the size carefully. 

you gasp as you feel the dildo bottom out inside of you. the stretch is noticeable—pleasant. wanda’s eyes flick up to yours, a pleased expression on her face. she pulls out, twisting experimentally as she pushes it back in. your legs part further, your mouth falling open with a silent moan. 

she begins setting a slow pace, pushing in and out of you steadily. 

“does that feel good?” she asks, though your breathless pants must be a good indicator she was doing something right. 

“yes.” you gasp. 

your eyes drift down to her hand, watching as the faux cock slides in and out of you. you can hear how wet you are.

“there are other things i think about us trying.” she begins to say. “but for some reason, this is the fantasy i keep coming back to.” she twists her hand again, picking up the pace just a little. “i didn’t really know why. until now.”  

you inhale sharply, a small moan passing through your lips as she bumps against a particularly sensitive spot. 

“you’re taking this so well.” she praises, adjusting herself so she was hovering above you, her face just inches from yours. she changes the pace again, this time going a little harder. 

“wanda.” you whimper. your hips roll in time with her thrusts. her gaze burns into yours. even in the low light, you can make out how her irises have darkened just a tad around the edges. 

“those noises you’re making are even cuter than i imagined.” she hums.

she readjusts her hold on the base, changing the angle as she thrusts the toy into you even faster than before. the new angle allows her to rub perfectly against your sensitive walls, the knuckle of her thumb brushing against your clit with each thrust. 

“oh—” your head falls back, your eyes closing in pleasure. “that feels so good.”

“yeah?” she echoes, maintaining her pace. her free hand comes up to brush some hair off your forehead. 

“yes!” you gasp, feeling that familiar coil tighten in your belly. 

“good. just feel.” she murmurs gently. “you can let go whenever you need to.”

you focus on the sounds of wanda—her slightly labored breathing and her voice paired with the sounds of her fucking you and your breathy moans. the more you focus on it, the more the coil tightens.

your hands seek purchase wherever they can find as it finally snaps. you’re blinded by the color white, your muscles tightening as waves of pleasure wash over your body. 

wanda is gentle as she helps you down from your high. her thrusting becoming slower and slower as you ride the waves. she stops when your thighs begin to tremble, but she doesn’t take it out right away. 

she kisses you softly, her lips tender and careful as they move against yours. 

“was that okay?” she asks quietly.

“more than okay.” you whisper, a smile turning up the corner of your lip. 

when she takes care of you after, she’s gentle through the whole process. cleaning you up, making sure you feel okay as you cuddle close together. 

your legs are entangled together, arms wrapped around each other as you lazily kiss and stroke along each others skin. 

“i want to make you feel good now.” you tell her after a few minutes. she regards you for a long moment before nodding her head. all you know is you want to make this as perfect for her as she did for you.