saph

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MASTERLIST

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‘i want you to be rough with me’

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

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‘you wouldn't want everyone to know that the most powerful witch in the world is secretly a brat now, would you?’

pt 1

pt 2

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unrequited love

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

pt 4

hc

secret touches

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tension in between us

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

pt 4

pt 5

pt 6

pt 7

pt 8

pt 9

finale

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sub rosa

pt 1

pt 2 (tbc)

behind closed doors

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agatha’s neck strained as she looked up at the towering building, and then, as she eyed the large letter m that displayed itself proudly on the front of the high-rise, a shudder ran through her.

whether it was caused by the daunting feeling of something so huge looming over her or the gust of wind that picked up and blew against the back of her neck, the brunette was unsure. but… what she did know was that she had come to this building with a purpose: to try to protect you.

so, as agatha removed her hands from her coat pockets, she wormed her way through the swarm of strangers who rushed past her on the pavement and stalked towards the entrance until she was in front of two glass doors.

a right hand reached for one of the solid brass silver pull handles, and with the metal feeling icier than her palm could handle, she rushed inside.

“evening, ma’am.”

with her hands smoothing her jacket, agatha raised her head to be greeted by a tall man in a black suit and an earpiece. he stepped towards her from behind an access-control barrier, and she couldn’t help but look back and forth between the electronic sensor and the man’s appearance.

“oh my,” agatha chukled, albeit awkwardly. her hands moved to tidy her wind-swept brown hair, and with a curious tilt of her head, she said, “you look like men in black.”

the security guard, who seemed unfazed by the comparison, took another step forward and shot her a soft smile. “how can i help you?” he asked, and when the words left his lips, agatha paused.

a moment of doubt settled in her chest along with the feeling that this somehow felt like a betrayal to you… like she was going behind your back.

but, with the reminder that trouble was in your life, she shoved away the saddening feeling and smiled - a little tightly - at the man. “i’m here to see miss maximoff,” she replied.

“do you have an appointment?”

“no…” agatha drawled. “though, and i’m sure you’ve heard this before, i don’t need one.”

the security guard tutted as he stepped back from the sensor. “i’m sorry, ma’am, but without an appointment, i’m afraid there’s nothing i can do.”

“you don’t understand i-”

“i understand completely, but it’s protocol and policy…” his eyes glanced to the security barrier in front of him.

agatha followed his gaze and looked at the electronic gate that separated her from wanda.

she knew it wouldn’t be as easy as freely walking in, finding her office floor and talking to her. no, with a stature like the redhead’s, she’d of course have security during work hours.

but agatha was determined, whether she needed an appointment or not, so with a rise and fall of her shoulders, she told herself to remain steadfast. “that being said, it’s important that i see her,” agatha maintained, and with a movement towards the split-half doors that remained locked, her eyes returned to the man’s. “if you could please-”

“ma’am,” he interrupted, and with a soft sigh, he stepped back once more. “i’m not even sure if miss maximoff is in the building right now. you may be wasting your time…”

“she has to be,” agatha declared, her eyebrows creasing in slight frustration. she wasn’t a simpleton, and with a phone call to your landline a couple of hours prior, agatha had eventually, and casually, broached the question of whether you were spending the day with wanda. to the brunette’s relief, you had said you wouldn’t be and stated that wanda would be in the office for most of the day. but now… did you lie to her? agatha shook her head at the thought. “can you check? i was told she would be.”

“no can do, i’m sorry.”

“look!” agatha spoke, her voice louder than intended, and she took a step closer until the barrier pressed against her hips. “i- you’ve got to help me out here, man… i cannot begin to explain how important it is that i see wanda.”

“agatha?”

the brunette’s eyes widened upon hearing the familiar voice, and with a snap of her head to the left, she watched the redhead stalk over to the barrier, papers stacked in the crook of an arm and a puzzled look on her face.

“wanda!” agatha chorused, and if she wasn’t so thankful for the chance of the redhead walking through the foyer, she would have shot the security guard a look of vindication.

but, instead of acting on the petty feeling, agatha’s eyes stayed focused on the redhead as wanda motioned for the man to let her through.

when the machine chimed and a green light lit up, the split-half doors opened, allowing agatha to enter. with a glance at the man, she watched as wanda thanked the security guard, and then she turned on her heels.

agatha immediately followed the redhead, and as her eyes roamed over her form, agatha wondered how much the maroon tailored suit she wore cost her. she looked expensive.

“what can i do for you agatha?” wanda asked, her heels clicking hard against the tiled floor as she strode past a sitting area and towards the back of the foyer, where three lifts were located.

agatha persisted with the pace of the businesswoman, who was surprisingly brisk considering the type of shoe she wore, and, as they drew closer to the section with lifts, she felt a surge of panic at realising that wanda was clearly too busy and most likely heading back to her office floor.

“well i…” there were people all around, and she knew this conversation couldn’t happen here. “i need to talk to you,” agatha replied, her steps finally slowing as did wanda’s.

the redhead shot her a look, and with furrowed eyebrows, she pushed one of the connected buttons. “i will say, you visiting here was foreboding enough. but… i’m all ears.”

the lift in the middle sounded as it began to descend to the ground floor, and agatha felt a little ashamed at not thinking about what wanda might have assumed when she stepped through those doors and stressed that she needed to see her.

but, instead of apologising, which rested on the tip of her tongue, agatha moved a hand to wanda’s right elbow. “is there somewhere private we could go?”

wanda’s eyebrows weren’t furrowed anymore, but she did arch one as she looked down at the contact. “you grow more intriguing by the minute, agatha.” the remark made the brunette return the hand by her side, and before she could utter another response, wanda spoke again. “look, i-” she glanced at the analogue clock that hung above the middle lift, “you’ve caught me at a bad time. i have back-to-back meetings all day, and i’m actually running behind for one now.”

there was no way agatha could let the day pass and end without explaining the interaction she’d had the night prior. “but it’s about victor.”

the redhead whirled to agatha, and as a loud ding sounded, the doors opened, and before the brunette knew it, she was being pulled by her forearm and into the empty space of the lift.

“jesus…” agatha muttered. her thick hair swayed in front of her face, and as she felt like she’d been whiplashed, she heard the lift doors close behind her. “you are surprisingly strong.”

“what do you mean, it’s about victor?” wanda whispered harshly, ignoring the comment, and with her free hand, she pressed the button to the sixteenth floor before facing the brunette again.

agatha tried not to think too deeply about the fact that they were about to ascend close to the top floor of the building, and with the daunting feeling kicking in as the lift started to move, her right hand grabbed the handrail that travelled around the walls. “he visited the club last night.”

wanda’s face hardened, and with a flare of her nostrils, her eye contact with agatha broke as she looked at the digital screen in the lift, which displayed the floor number; she turned her gaze too, watching as it counted up.

one.

two.

“what did he say?” wanda asked lowly. agatha looked at her again, and when the redhead turned to face her, the brunette caught sight of green eyes brimming with tears.

“he…” the daunting feeling of travelling higher was subdued by the staggering urge to check on wanda, and with her grip on the handle loosening, agatha stepped closer to the woman before her, and placed a comforting hand on her bicep. “he said a lot of things.” agatha answered, and the look on wanda’s face made her heart ache. “he knows my doorman’s name, he knows my name, he knows…” the words died on agatha’s lips. the very ones she had come to utter. but now that she was here and about to voice them out loud, it made her want to cry and throw up all at the same time. “he knows…” agatha tried again, her hand on wanda’s arm falling back to her side.

the way the brunette struggled to finish her sentence made wanda crinkle the stack of papers in the crook of her arm, and as it resounded in the space, she took a deep breath. “he knows who she is, doesn’t he?”

agatha could only nod. she briefly glanced at the lift's display again as she felt the familiar feeling of her throat tighten. this was a fear being made real for her; the promise to your mother potentially being broken. the brunette took a step back, and her palm found the handrail again.

five.

six.

a brief silence filled the space, and then, as wanda’s free hand pressed another button, this one for the eighteenth floor, the sound of wanda receiving a phone call reverberated in the lift.

it didn’t take long for her to reach into the right pocket of her maroon trousers, and with a soft “oh” falling from wanda’s lips, she cleared her throat before putting the phone to her ear. “hi darling,” the redhead greeted.

agatha blinked at that. what were the chances? she thought.

wanda hummed into the phone. “work is going well,” she said, and with green eyes landing on her face, agatha felt the unnecessary need to hold her breath. you couldn’t know she had visited today… what if wanda tells you that she is looking at me as you speak? “oh, you know the usual, meetings upon meetings today….” wanda’s gaze turned from the brunette's face, clearly feeling the familiar guilt from leaving an important detail out, and she looked at the digital screen again.

nine.

ten.

“that’s a nice idea.” wanda spoke again after a moment as she began to smile. “i think i’ll be back by then; if not, i’ll be slightly late.” turning back to face agatha, she continued. “something has come up… i know, honey. okay, i’ll see you later.”

agatha watched as the redhead ended the call, and with the phone slipping back into her pocket, she quirked an eyebrow at wanda. “you didn’t tell her?” she asked hesitantly, a hint of gratefulness in her tone.

adjusting the stack of papers in the crook of her arm, she shook her head. “no, y/n doesn’t-” wanda looked down at her heels briefly. “she seems less anxious, especially this past week, and…” she shook her head slightly and with a look back to the digital display, wanda continued. “she doesn’t need to know just yet.”

agatha wholeheartedly agreed, and she followed her gaze. with a wishful guess that they were almost finished in what felt like riding the box of death, she almost groaned at seeing what floor they were on.

twelve.

thirteen.

“apart from her name,” wanda started, looking back at the brunette. “what else did he say?”

the act of reiterating his words made her feel nauseous all over again, and with her grip on the handrail hardening, she gazed back at the display.

fourteen.

“that he’s been watching you two,” agatha stated, turning to the businesswoman again. “when i ordered him to leave, he just looked at me like…” and with a knowing gaze from wanda, a look of ‘he enjoyed it, didn’t he?’ agatha let the sentence linger in the air. if anyone could imagine what victor had been like, the redhead was the person to do it. “he told me that you would come back to him eventually.”

wanda shook her head in disbelief, and her attention was brought to the digital display when the lift came to a stop. agatha looked too as another ding sounded.

sixteen.

wanda didn’t move, nor look at the brunette, and as she watched the doors linger wide-open, agatha wondered what she was doing. why had she pressed eighteen?

the lift doors closed, and with her hand gripping the rail harder, she cleared her throat, “then he called y/n a whore and a problem.” silence filled the space again, and agatha’s heart started to beat wildly in her chest as it continued to ascend. “i… i slapped him, wanda.”

the redhead’s eyes remained on the screen, and agatha wondered if she had just broken the woman.

then, with bated breath and a passing thought that she wished she had the magic to read wanda’s mind, the brunette watched her finally look away from the display.

seventeen.

“then what?” is all she asked, her voice low and bitter. as wanda’s jaw tightened and her eyes looked back at agatha, hard and unblinking, her heels clicked twice as she moved to stand between the lift doors; ready and waiting.

with a shaky exhale, the brunette responded. “then nothing. he left…” agatha ignored the way the woman’s demeanour, which had grown cold, spooked her and instead focused on the gnawing question that lingered in her mind. where are we going?

“he didn’t touch you?”

agatha shook her head. to her surprise, he didn’t, and though she would do it all over again to defend your honour, the brunette was wholly grateful victor hadn’t retaliated.

wanda chuckled sardonically and turned away from the brunette to face the lift’s doors. “well, that’s a first.”

eighteen.

a ding echoed in the lift, and with a faint mechanical hiss sounding, it settled, and the doors opened.

before agatha had the chance to ask wanda, if that meant what she thought it meant, the redhead hightailed it out of the lift. she strode through a sprucewood corridor, and with the doors about to close, agatha hurried to catch up.

“wanda? where are we going?”

“to see my father.”

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the door to olek maximoff’s office swung open, and as the redhead stepped through, agatha in tow, she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

ones that ranged from protecting you to ways of ridding victor, and to her astonishment, the question of: if he didn’t hit agatha, then why did he hit me? it was pointless to ruminate on, but it made her want to scream and throw one of her father’s chairs out of the large window that faced away from her as she entered the office.

“oh, my cherub,” olek chirped, his eyes widening. he looked past two bald-suited men who sat in front of his long mahogany desk and grinned at her. “we were just talking about you.”

the term of endearment would usually have made wanda smile, but not even she could force her lips upwards; instead, her hardened face looked at her father, then at the two men who faced away from her. “rob… bradley, i require the room with my father,” wanda announced, “i apologise for the inconvenience.”

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the two men to rise from their seats, and as agatha stood close to her, she watched as the men bade goodbye to olek and then swiftly left through the door that sounded with a thud as it closed.

“wanda…” her father uttered, his voice a mix of reprovement and surprise as he leaned back in his large leather chair, his eyes glancing to the quiet woman beside her.

“father, please,” wanda hushed, her tone low as she felt herself almost crying abruptly. a sensation of weakness travelled to her knees, and it took everything in her to hold herself upright; she wanted to fall to the floor in exhaustion. the mental load that came along with victor was overbearing, and the only person she knew would help her, as he’d done in the past, was the man before her now. “it’s about him,” she added, wearily.

her father’s face dropped. “what?” olek asked through gritted teeth. “what are you talking about?”

she turned to agatha, and with a motion of her head to the two empty chairs, she forced herself to move; if she could just sit down, then maybe the trembling in her legs would subside.

the brunette followed in her footsteps, and as wanda took the seat to the left, agatha sat beside her.

“i haven’t…” she looked down at her lap, feeling regretful about her lack of sincerity when it came to you. the night of the corporate party, she hadn’t told him what you did for work, and when you spoke the half-truth to her father, wanda let it justify the urge to keep pretending like you had met under different circumstances. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you about y/n.”

he quirked an eyebrow out of curiosity, but instead of replying, he nodded for her to continue. one of the many qualities her father had was that he always listened to her first; he was truly the only man who heard her. because despite pietro caring, his witty mouth usually got the best of him…

“she works at a nightclub, yes,” wanda began. “but a specific type...” her head turned right, her eyes landing on the brunette, who was already looking at her. “y/n works for agatha here, at a place named house of harkness,” she looked back to her father, who frowned slightly, still confused. “it’s a strip club.” she declared.

olek’s eyebrows raised, and wanda couldn’t help but notice the way his lips twitched with a small smirk. the sentence was clearly amusing to him, but he leaned forward, now even more confused. “okay,” he drawled, unsure where the conversation was leading to. “continue.”

with a deep rise and fall of her shoulders, the redhead told herself to stay composed as she continued with her explanation. “two months ago, he visited house of harkness,” wanda stated. “i think victor saw a paparazzi photo of us together, and he must have followed the breadcrumbs… when y/n told me what he’d done, i threatened him to leave her alone, and i even mentioned the time you got involved after the annulment but…”

despite the information that was spewing from wanda’s mouth, her father remained remarkably calm and listened closely. “but, what?” he asked.

“but last night, he told agatha that he’d been watching us from a distance, and then he spoke y/n’s name,” the redhead continued, and with a look down at her lap, tears welled in her eyes again. though this time, she couldn’t will them away as she had done in the lift. “but papa, if he-” her throat tightened, and as her vision blurred slightly, she looked back at him. “if he knows her name…” she quavered. then he knows where she lives, she finished in her mind; it had been at the forefront since agatha told her.

a hand touched her right, and as the redhead turned at the contact, agatha was gazing at her with a hard frown. the touch made her feel grounded, and with a clasp of the woman’s hand, wanda felt tears fall down her cheeks. then, with her left hand wiping them away, she said: “i need your help again.”

wanda watched her father and the cogs turning behind his eyes, and if it weren’t for the reality of the situation, she’d be sighing in relief at finally vocalising all of this to him; a weight on her shoulders had been lifted just an inch, but that inch wanted to travel a mile.

olek gazed back at the redhead, and then, without uttering a word, he turned to agatha. this made wanda’s eyes follow his, and the woman beside her darted between her and her father, warily.

“agatha, was it?” he asked, his voice wavering just slightly as anger threatened to break his exterior. “thank you for bringing this information to wanda… but most importantly, to me.” then with the sound of wheels rolling against the wood floor, wanda turned her head to see her father standing. “but i’m afraid our conversation ends here. do you need a ride home? i’d be happy for my driver to escort you.”

wanda knew instantly what her father would want to happen, and agatha could not be around to hear it. as she turned back to the brunette, her lips parting slightly, she knew, for agatha's sake, it was best she left.

with a soft smile, wanda rose from her seat. “i’ll walk you back to the lift.”

agatha glanced to olek, and as she mirrored wanda, she cleared her throat and smoothed out her jacket. “of course, and thank you, but i’ll be fine,” she smiled at him.

she faced wanda once more, and agatha walked with her towards the door and back through the hallway again.

“wanda…” agatha voiced her name hesitantly, and as they both moved closer to the lift, she glimpsed orange hair that covered a part of the woman’s face. “whatever you talk about in there. whatever plan you make, will it be worth… would it not be better to let y/n go?”

the redhead’s pace faltered slightly, and with a frown, she glanced from her view of the lift to agatha. “no, she- that’s exactly what victor wants.” with her left hand raised to press the button to signal the lift, she felt such frustration rumbling in her chest that she was worried about what she was about to say next. “just give me some time,” wanda insisted, and then as the lift’s display blinked with an arrow pointing up, she took a step back. “i can fix this.”

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as the sun cascaded in your living room, you sat in front of the tv. the warmth of it was shining across your bare legs, and as you adjusted a stiff-feeling one from under you, you rose from the couch-sofa. you had been watching your favourite show for the past couple of hours whilst you waited for wanda, and with your eyes still on the screen, you stretched.

in only a t-shirt and underwear, it rode up slightly as your arms moved above your head, and as the thought of grabbing a drink passed your mind, you stopped stretching and rounded the couch to step towards your kitchen.

then, with the sound of a key turning in your front door, you turned your head to the left. wanda… you mused with a smile.

you walked towards the space of your open doorway, and as you made your way toward it, you caught a glimpse of the door opening, and red hair swayed into view.

with the sound of shuffling and a frustrated groan falling from wanda’s lips, you frowned and stepped closer. “mommy?” you asked, tentatively, your eyes falling on two black duffel bags in her hands. then as you looked back at the redhead, you frowned even harder at the look on her face.

“wha-” you strode towards her in a panic, and with your hands moving to her cheeks, you chewed on your bottom lip as you examined her. “wanda, what’s the matter?”

“it’s okay,” she whispered, and the dull thud of the bags being dropped to the floor resounded as you continued to gaze at her. her skin was flushed, her eyes were bloodshot and slightly puffy, and she looked beyond uneasy. “it’s okay, you’re right here.” her voice was hoarse, and before you could linger on what she had said, wanda pulled you in for a hug.

the action almost knocked the wind out of you, but you blinked, confused and surprised, and your arms moved around her neck. “of course,” you breathed out after a moment, “i’m right here.”

wanda was silent for a minute, and as you continued to hold her, you heard the intro of your favourite show play in the background as a new episode started. apart from wanda’s slightly laboured breathing, it was the only thing that could be heard throughout your home… minus your heartbeat that thumped loudly in your ears. you were so puzzled and concerned; you didn’t know what to think.

“we need to talk,” wanda murmured against you, and with her body moving out of the hug, her hands moved to grasp yours. “we need to stay somewhere else for a little while.”

your face contorted in confusion, and you took a small step back at the unexpected words. “what do you mean?” you asked.

the redhead’s gaze dropped to the floor for a brief moment, and a look of shame flashed across her face. “i’m sorry…” she sniffled. “victor he…” wanda glanced behind you, and with her eyes landing back on your face, she continued. “let’s go sit down, shall we?”

the disappointing thought that you had just started to feel secure made your bottom lip jut out slightly, and at the mention of his name, a jolt of trepidation shot through you. “what are you- what did he do?” you stammered.

you felt wanda’s hands, which still held yours, squeeze softly. “please, let’s not stand here,” she replied.

with no answer to your question, you frowned impossibly harder and pulled your hands from her hold with another step back. “wanda, tell me.”

the redhead looked down at her empty hands, and as she returned them to her side, the sight of her demeanour stung; hurt, fearful, and most of all surprised. “honey,” she quavered, “don’t be mad at me.”

wanda’s equivocal response made your mind jump into a frenzy, and at the rash thought that victor had seen her today, your posture straightened. “did he do something to you?” you asked, your tone now firm.

“no, he-” wanda shook her head. “there really isn’t an easy way to say this….”

as the redhead explained that agatha had visited her at work and what she had said, you listened attentively, and with each passing second, you could feel dread and anger swirling in your chest like a bad storm.

you couldn’t stay in your doorway anymore, and without thinking, you started to retreat towards the kitchen after wanda had finished.

“y/n, wait,” you heard her utter behind you, her heels clicking against the floor as she followed. “i’m sorry.”

with a shaky breath, you paused near your fridge and spun around to face her. “this is fucking exhausting,” you fumed with a heavy sigh. “i just want you.” a derisive laugh fell from your lips as a seemingly impossible thought came to mind. “will i get that?” you asked, voicing the notion. you gazed down at the tiled floor as you rested your lower back against the kitchen countertop.

“baby,” wanda muttered with a glower, “you already have me.” she slowly stepped closer to you, and her right hand tilted your chin up to look at her. “i-” her eyes glanced down to your lips briefly. “i care about you a lot. do you know that?”

her words and her voice began to muffle the turmoil inside you, and as you gazed at piercing green eyes, you nodded in her hand; you did know. it was written in the way she looked at you, touched you, spoke to you, and embraced you.

“good,” a gentle smile spread across her plump lips. “and though it hasn’t been said yet…” she spoke softly, “it’s you and me, together. girlfriend, partner, or whatever you’d like to call each other.” wanda’s hand moved from your chin to your right cheek, and with her thumb stroking softly against your flushed skin, she continued. “my father and i will fix this, we just need to get away from your place for a little while, okay?”

your heartbeat was in your throat, and you couldn’t think of anything else but wanda’s words: you and me together. girlfriend, partner.

you surged forward, and with a surprised squeak coming from the older woman as your lips connected, you kissed her. wanda melted into it, and with her hand hardening against your cheek slightly, you felt her chest press against yours.

you pulled away from wanda with a smile, and as her hands moved to rest on your hips, her fingers grazing your underwear under your t-shirt, your right hand landed on her bicep, squeezing it softly.

“you and me together. girlfriend, partner. i like that.” your words ghosted over her lips, and a soft laugh came from you when she stole a kiss. you mimicked wanda, and as you pulled away from her mouth once more, you spoke again. “where will we- wait…” your eyebrows furrowed as the latter of wanda’s words hit you. “your father?”

“yes, he…” the redhead wavered, and there was a look on her face that doubted whether or not she should continue. “after the annulment, victor became more troublesome, and one day… my father ensnared him and broke three of his ribs.”

a soft gasp fell from your lips at the unexpected words, ones you could not have guessed wanda would have uttered. “jesus…” you whispered, “and that’s why he left you alone for a while?”

wanda nodded. “yes, until recently.” she glanced down at her heels for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip before speaking again. “agatha she… she asked me if the plan would be worthwhile, and if it would be better to let you go instead, but…” wanda’s hand on your hips grew hard. “how could my life be better without you in it?”

your lips parted. “she asked that of you?” you didn’t know whether to be offended or grateful that agatha would do such a thing. it was meddlesome, that much was certain, though without your mother, you knew the brunette had a responsibility to you that you couldn’t deny was there. “agatha’s just-”

“i know,” the redhead interrupted with a smile. “i understand why she’d do that, and i guess if i wasn’t so selfish, i would agree with her. but i need you, y/n,” her nose lightly nuzzled against yours, and then, as her lips lingered, you could feel her breath against your mouth. “i need you,” wanda repeated, her voice just above a whisper.

the redhead’s hands still grasping your hips pulled you closer, and your pelvis was now flush against hers.

you hummed at the sensation, and you felt your stomach backflip at the way wanda spoke those three words so hotly. your hands moved around her neck once more. “say it again, mommy,” you breathed. “please.”

the redhead’s mouth opened into a grin, and her hands on your hips snaked down to palm your ass, and with a soft moan falling from your lips at the touch, you could feel every bit of chaos within you ceasing.

“i need you,” wanda expressed again. her right hand travelled from behind you, and with it moving to your neck, she tilted your head back to create space. “more than anything,” the redhead added, her breath hot against the skin of your neck.

your eyes fluttered closed, and when the flat of wanda’s tongue travelled upwards until the warmth of it touched your jawline, another moan came from you. “i need you too.”

you could feel yourself becoming putty under her touch, but before you could relish the feeling, the redhead stepped back a pace, and her hands moved to your underarms. in a swift and surprising motion, you felt the coolness of your kitchen counter hit your skin as she sat you on top of it. “wanda,” you gasped with a slight giggle escaping you.

“listen to mommy,” the older woman said as her hands moved back to your hips. “this is important.”

with a soft bite on your bottom lip, you nodded at wanda and tried your hardest to focus on what she was about to say, instead of the way her hands felt against your skin and the way your clit throbbed gently against your underwear.

the redhead smiled at you and placed a kiss on your left cheek. “after, i’m going to help you pack what you’ll need, and then i’ll have a car take us to a penthouse i have near my office.”

“okay.” you voiced with another nod, not at all shocked that wanda would have another place than the one you knew of. if you had her millions, you certainly would too. “but, after what?” you asked, bemused.

with a smirk beginning to twitch at wanda’s plump lips, you assumed the answer instantly, and when her hands hardened against your hips and she pulled you to the edge of the countertop, the action concreted the notion you had. a quiet moan fell from your lips whilst you watched in amazement as wanda began to retreat to a kneeling position on the floor.

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a breeze passed by the back of your neck, and as you marvelled outward, with your eyes focused on the sunset, you heard the sound of the penthouse’s sliding door open and close from behind you.

the wine glass in your right hand that you had been nursing for the past twenty minutes was almost empty, and with one last gulp, you turned your head around.

“you really enjoy this view, don’t you?”

with your lips turning into a bright smile, you set the empty wine glass on a small table closest to you and watched as wanda walked towards you as you stood on the terraced space before the frameless glass railing.

“it’s amazing,” you replied, looking back to the blood orange sky that highlighted a large cloud that hung over several tall buildings in your view. “i could never grow tired of this.”

wanda giggled as she drew closer to you, and with her arms moving around your waist, she stopped behind you. “i think you’d get more use out of this place than i do.”

“why don’t you sell it?” you asked, pulling your gaze from the sky that you had been looking at every night for the past month and looking down at the redhead’s hands. with her chest pressing against the back of the maroon turtleneck you wore, you hummed and leaned back into her touch. “and buy one that you would use.”

“honestly?” wanda uttered against the back of your head, “this was my safe haven before i bought the house. selling it… i don’t know, i think i like knowing i still have a place that’s hard to get to.” the older woman nuzzled her right cheek against the back of your head, and the warmth that radiated from her made your eyes flutter closed for a brief moment as you relished in it. “it’s not like the paparazzi can get all the way up here.” wanda joked.

or victor… you thought, bitterly; the man who had been in your life for three exhausting months, and with each passing day, you knew he was somewhere on the outside looking in. wanda had since told you that her father had no idea on the man’s whereabouts, and must have realised olek’s hunt to find him.

victor was nowhere to be seen; it was a sickening notion. but… instead of letting the haunting feeling settle within you and ruin the good mood you were in, you turned in wanda’s hold and placed your hands on the back of her neck.

“it’s just you and me, together.” you smiled, your fingers threading through thick red hair that hung over her back.

“girlfriend, partner…” she beamed at you, her green eyes illuminated by the bright sunset. wanda’s hands around your sides shifted, and you felt her fingertips softly crawl up your waist from your hip bones. “mommy’s girl,” she added lowly, and as an involuntary laugh fell from your lips, wanda’s hands ceased their moments before they became fiendish.

you bit your bottom lip as the last of your breathy laugh left you, and as your fingertips scratched softly at the nape of wanda’s neck, you inched yourself forward until you were flush against the front of her.

“god, please don’t say that,” you whinged as you felt your body temperature rise at the nickname. “i’m meeting agatha at the bar on the corner and i don’t want to be late…or show up flustered.”

“no, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” wanda laughed softly, and the playful, devilish smile on her lips made you want to drop your plans and drop to your knees.

you shook your head at her, ignoring the enticing urge. “you’re sure you don’t want to come?” you asked softly. she had kindly declined when you asked her the day before, but you loved having the three of you together; it felt right, and it wouldn’t hurt to double-check with her.

“i’ve got to go catch up on a few things at work,” wanda smiled, “my penance, if you will, for staying in bed with you this morning.” her hand moved from your waist to the small of your back before continuing, “but it’s only four o’clock right now, so if you are still there in a couple of hours, i’ll join you?”

“yes,” you said a little too quickly, and wanda chuckled at your eager response. “if i’m still there... i’ll call you from agatha’s phone?” you replied as a shiver ran through you at another gust of chill that blew across the terrace.

“actually…” wanda began, and her hands slipped away from your back and moved to grab yours from her neck. “i have something for you.”

her right hand interlocked with your left, and as she led you towards the sliding terrace door, you gazed at orange hair with confusion written across your face.

“for me?” you voiced, and as you stepped through the threshold of her penthouse after wanda slid the door open, you watched her close it and turn the rotating lock. “i’m having flashbacks to you presenting my dildo to me,” you tittered.

a look of surprise at your words flashed across wanda’s face, and with a slight flush starting to spread across pale cheeks, you had a feeling she was reminiscing about that night; a common occurrence for you.

“that is safely tucked away,” wanda replied with a wry smile, then with her hand returning to yours again, she continued. “this is something for you only.”

“you’ve just set me up for a perfect vibrator joke,” you retorted with a grin, and like music to your ears, a laugh from the redhead sounded in front of you.

your gaze became curious again as she led you through the open living room and past a set of wooden stairs.

then, with a short right turn, you entered the space of her large kitchen - one you adored vehemently - and you spotted something new placed on the oak island ahead of you.

“wanda?” you voiced, glancing at her before looking back at the shape. “is that a….” you narrowed your eyes slightly, and with the distinct look of a boxed phone in the middle of the oak island, you felt your heart rate pick up.

then, with another glance at wanda, you saw the tentative smile on her face and realised she wasn’t flustered from intimate memories anymore; she was flustered from apprehension.

“i hope you won’t be stubborn with me on this…” wanda faltered, and as you both stopped in front of the island, your eyes shot from the older woman to the oak surface. it was indeed a boxed phone. “and if it helps any,” she continued, “i didn’t buy you this; it’s one i don’t use. but, it works like new, and i got a new sim for it… you don’t even have to use it completely. you should- please keep yours if you want, but this too… i need to be able to know you’re safe.”

as you looked back at wanda, you took in everything she said, and despite what you told her of your obstinate view - until your current phone broke, you wouldn’t replace it- all you could think was the significance behind wanda’s gesture.

“okay,” you breathed out, your lips turning into a smile. “thank you.” you felt your chest whirl with warmth, and after you let go of the redhead’s hand that still held yours, you outstretched it to the box.

“okay…?” wanda asked, perplexed, and a laugh of relief fell from her lips. “that was… easier than I thought. why aren’t you debating me on this?” though wanda looked dubious, you watched as your simple answer caused her apprehensive demeanour to fade.

“i couldn’t be stubborn with something as sweet as this,” you laughed softly at her response, and you slid the new phone closer until it rested in front of you before the oak edge. then, with a slight lean to your right, you kissed wanda’s cheek. “if you want me to have it, i will.”

“i do, very much.” the redhead smiled. “I put my number in there already, so all you need to do is call me later…” she took a step away from you and walked around the opposite side of the kitchen island to the black refrigerator that faced you - one you had marvelled at a month prior when you immediately noticed the ice and liquid dispensers on one of its doors. “I’ll meet you at the bar if you’re still there, or we’ll meet back here, okay?”

“whatever you say, gorgeous.” you beamed as your eyes dropped to the phone, and as you heard wanda open one of the refrigerator doors, you bit back an even bigger smile as you slid the box's top lid off and looked at the phone inside.

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the loud clatter of balls scattering around the pool table echoed as you and agatha stood around it, and with you at the end where the headstring was, you watched as two solid numbered balls sank down two different pockets.

you had made a clean break, and with pride swirling around your chest, you rose from your bent position and straightened.

“good one,” agatha smiled opposite you, her eyes on the table as she watched the rest of the balls come to a halt in a widespread position across the red velvet. “but remember, there is a drink on the line… don’t go messing this up.”

you rolled your eyes at this, and as you moved around to the left side of the table to where the white ball had landed, you shot agatha a sceptical look. “i know your game, and i bet my mother did too.”

“oh please,” the brunette chuckled, and as she spun the cue between her right fingers and thumb that she held standing up, agatha briefly shook her head. “she was terrible at this. the amount of times henry and i would play each other because she refused to watch herself lose again…”

“or,” you responded with a laugh, “like mother, like daughter; she refused to be a part of your drink scheme.”

as you looked at the table again, you looked around for possible shots. with your eyes settling on a purple ball with the number four on it close to the top-right corner pocket where agatha stood, you readied your cue in your hands and leaned over again to aim.

“yeah, yeah,” the older woman drawled, “don’t let your mouth ruin this shot.” then you heard her step closer to the table. “i win my drinks fair and square,” she added, and as you raised your head slightly, her left hand, free of the cue, moved to the corner you were aiming for. “aim,” agatha’s index fingers touched the wood around the pocket, “right,” she elogenated, “here.”

“where is a referee when you need one?” you huffed sarcastically, and with your eyes returning to the purple you aimed for, you pulled your cue back and hit the white ball with a bit of power. as it rolled forward and tapped the side of the number four ball, you watched it roll gracefully until it sank into the pocket. “oh my god,” you laughed as you straightened up. “i don’t even need one.”

“i bet if red were here you’d be playing as terribly as your mother did,” agatha retorted, and she retreated a couple of steps from the pool table and turned around to the small wooden table with two chairs that held your drinks.

“my ego would actually be on the line if wanda were here, so i think i’d be playing even better,” you quipped, and with your left hand gripping the cue, you walked around the pool table to reach for your glass. as you sipped the rum and lemonade, you felt the gifted phone in the left back pocket of your black jeans buzz and smiled instantly. “oh, speak of the devil.”

you had yet to install anything on the phone, and the only notification you knew you’d received would be from the redhead herself. so, as you set your drink down on the table, you excitedly reached into your pocket and looked at the lit-up screen.

a soft gasp fell from your lips upon seeing the name wanda had set for herself, and your left hand hardened against the sides of the phone.

mommy: hi darling, how’s it going?

“what’s wrong?” agatha asked, and as you felt her shift closer to you, you pressed the lock button on the phone, and your head shot to the brunette as the display blackened. she looked at you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, and as agatha parted her lips to speak again, you knew you had to beat her to the punch.

“nothing, sorry i-” you sputtered out, and you propped your pool cue against the edge of the table in front of you. “don’t cheat while i’m gone; i just need to call wanda really quick.”

agatha feigned a quick gasp with a hand against her chest, “how dare you… just wait until it’s my turn.”

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with a sigh falling from her lips, wanda blinked at the papers she held before her: an operational budget that she had to look over. then, her phone, which was placed to her right on the desk, shattered the silence on the empty office floor as it rang. wanda tore her eyes away from the numbers she felt like she wasn’t registering and smiled upon seeing a call from you.

eagerly, she reached for her phone and answered before raising it to her left ear. “hi honey!”

“well, hello there,” you pronounced through the phone, “that’s quite a contact name you put for yourself.”

from the tone of your voice, she could tell you were flustered and assumedly frustrated, so as her smile grew wider at the reaction, wanda placed the documents down and spun around in her chair. “oh,” the redhead breathed, “am i mistaken? i could’ve sworn you’ve called me that… several times.”

“wanda,” you whined into her ear.

the sound made her cross her black jean-clad legs as she felt that familiar tingle between them, and she glanced at the digital clock to her right that sat on a wooden table. she couldn’t wait to see you again. how had it only been an hour?

“so,” she grinned, ignoring your response, and she leaned back into the chair, with her right hand moving to the dark leather armrest before she continued. “tell mommy how it’s going.”

“it’s-” you began, and with a sigh sounding through the phone, wanda wished she could magic the view of you: the gifted phone against an ear, looking hot and bothered. “it’s going good,” you spoke again, ”agatha and i are playing pool right now, or we were… but i’m now standing out front.”

“who’s winning?” wanda asked, the smile still on her lips as the conjured image in her mind changed to picturing you laughing and having fun with the brunette.

“so far, me, and i intend to keep it that way,” you laughed softly.

the answer made wanda bite her bottom lip softly; she had no idea, and the newfound knowledge of the skill was attractive to her. “well done, baby,” the redhead uttered, and glanced back at the digital clock to see only a few minutes had passed. “i miss you.”

“mommy,” you whispered into the phone; your hushed tone was laced with yearning. “i miss you too,” you replied, your voice returning to normal volume. then, you paused before speaking again. “how’s work going?”

“it’s going…” wanda chuckled, and as she spun back to face her desk, she looked at the rest of the papers she had yet to read through. “i think i’m the only one left in the building now… except the third floor; they’re notorious for staying after hours.”

“they purposely stay there? doesn’t everybody finish early today?” you asked, a sound of displeasure following it. “surely your father doesn’t pay them that much.”

“you would think,” wanda hummed with a soft chuckle, “some people’s entire lives revolve around work, i guess, but i’m not complaining too much; it’s slightly relieving to know i’m not totally alone in this building.”

“well in that case, i’m glad they are…” you replied. “i’ve got to go back in now, but i can’t wait to see you. be safe, and i’ll call you in an hour?”

wanda smiled. just an hour left, she mused; that’s all she needed, and then she’d be done for the evening. “yes an hour, honey, and i can’t wait to see you too. speak soon.”

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as the digital timepiece flashed six o’clock, the redhead sighed as she neatly stacked documents together with a paperclip, and after she placed them to her left on the desk, she rose from her chair.

as she rolled the sleeves up of her black jumper as she stood upright, a muffled clatter outside her office door sounded, and with wanda’s ears pricking at the noise, her eyebrows furrowed with her gaze landing on the closed blinds that hung over the length of the door.

wanda could feel the atmosphere change before the strange tone had even seeped in the space of her office. so, with a quiet, hesitant step to her left, despite the insulated frosted glass that surrounded her, she stalked around her desk and paused to listen.

she waited a few moments, and she was greeted with nothing but silence. with one last look of scepticism toward the door, she let out a shaky sigh and turned around to collect her things from the desk.

as she opened up the small handbag placed near her phone, a metallic click resounded from behind her, and with the familiar sound of the doorknob completing its rotation, wanda’s gaze shot up from her bag, and she froze. her heart rate picked up moderately at the unexpected noise, and as she forced herself to turn around, nausea and fear hit her all at once.

“oh my love, i’ve missed being this close to you.”

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as you pulled away from agatha’s hold, you smiled at her and then turned to your left, where her taxi had pulled up beside the pavement. “i’ll see you soon?” you guessed, looking back at her. “wanda and i have plans tomorrow, but how about we meet at the cafe across the street the day after?”

“sounds good, kid.” agatha smiled. “is wanda on her way?” she asked, her tone full of worry as the evening sky sat dark around you both. the sun had long since set after your view of it on wanda’s terrace, and she was understandably feeling guilty about parting ways.

“it’s just past six now, so she might be, but i told her i’d call her. so i’ll wait in the bar until she gets here,” you replied. with a right hand squeezing her arm reassuringly, you spoke again. “you go on ahead! i’ll be okay.”

“text me when you’re safe,” she uttered sternly, and with a step backwards, she glanced at the taxi before smiling at you. “thank god for red; now you are finally reachable.”

you chuckled softly, “i will.” and with a small wave, you watched as she walked to the back passenger door and swiftly entered the car.

with your hand reaching into your back pocket for your new phone, you felt it buzz in your hold and with a thought of… another odd timing striking your mind, you looked at the notification on your lock screen and saw the knowing text from wanda.

mommy: hey sweetheart, come to my office? i have a surprise for you here.

with an eyebrow raising slightly at the nickname wanda had never called you before, you pushed it out of your mind and blinked at the latter part of her text. two surprises in one day? you thought.

you: another one? colour me shocked. i’ll call a taxi from the bar. agatha just left, and you’ll be proud to know i won three more games after we last spoke!

you swiped off the messaging app and clicked on the one with the keypad to make a call.

as you entered the number for the local taxi firm, you waited for it to ring out, and soon enough, a click sounded before a woman spoke. you told her of the bar's address and that you wanted to go to maximoff industries, and with the promise of a five-minute wait, you hung up after thanking the operator.

with the curious thought of what wanda had planned for you, you entered the bar again and waited near the glass door until you saw your driver pull up.

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“hi, it’s wanda. i can’t come to the phone right now, but please leave a message, and i’ll call you back.”

before the beep sounded against your ear, you pulled your phone away from it, and with your eyebrows furrowing, you ended the call and swiped to the messaging app.

you eagerly typed as you stood at the entrance of a very tall building that felt like it travelled higher into the sky as the darkness of the night engulfed the top of the high-rise.

you: i’m here, gorgeous. do i just walk in?

from what you could see, and like wanda had mentioned, the third floor was lit up, and then, as you eyed higher than that, you saw a faint glow of light at least ten floors up. that had to be wanda, you thought.

as the gifted phone buzzed in your hand, you looked down to see she had responded.

mommy: yes, the door’s open and security barriers are too. use the elevator. floor sixteen, scarlet ;)

you: why the alias? you really are full of surprises today… see you soon, beautiful.

“scarlet?” you murmured to yourself, and as you practically frowned in bewilderment at your phone, you pushed it into your back pocket again and reached for one of the solid brass silver pull handles.

with a gust of wind blowing behind you again, you shivered, but even with the thankful relief from the cold in the maroon turtleneck you wore, you quickly stepped inside.

as you eyed around the dark foyer, your left hand brought the door to a slow close before it eventually shut.

the deafening silence radiated through the empty floor, and it made your heart beat slightly faster as you looked at the open security barriers wanda had mentioned. you stepped through and stalked towards the right side of the building and away from the front desk and entrance.

then to your left, you saw, at the end of the room, three distinct lifts situated there. so with a curious thought of what it would feel like to travel so high up in a building, you walked swiftly to them and eventually pressed one of the buttons to signal a lift.

with the lift on the left coming to life as it descended, you waited until a ding sounded, and after a moment, it echoed in the empty foyer, and you watched the doors open.

the entire time you rode up to the sixteenth floor, you watched the numbers grow higher. then, with the sensation of your stomach doing a backflip as the lift shifted slightly and began to slow, you gazed at the digital screen.

fifteen.

sixteen.

another ding sounded, and as the doors opened, you were greeted by an empty hallway that had dim lights hanging overhead. stepping out, the lift closed behind you, and you looked at a few doors with names unknown to you attached to them.

you continued your walk through and past the empty rooms, and with only a right turn at the end of the hallway, you veered and had your eyes peeled for wanda’s name. after a forced turn, this one left, you saw a sizeable frosted glass room at the end of the hallway.

eyeing it, you drew closer, almost certain it would be the redhead’s office and not a meeting room and then, on your left, was the opening you were looking for.

w. maximoff was written in block letters on the door that had closed blinds hung on the inside, and as you knocked on the glass, you waited a brief moment before turning the doorknob.

“wanda?” you spoke out hesitantly as the door opened, and with your eyes peering into the room only lit by a lamp, you frowned at the emptiness. “what the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

in the back pocket of your jeans, you felt the phone wanda gave you buzz violently and with your left hand reaching into it, you saw a call from her displayed on the screen. with a sigh, you guessed she was about to tell you that she was waiting for you in the foyer, so as you answered, you put it against your ear before speaking.

“hey, where are you?” you asked, your hand on the doorknob hardening as you pulled it towards you and closed it. “i’m at your office door.”

“you know, scarlet… or y/n,” you heard victor chuckle darkly into your ear. your body immediately tensed, and as you felt your heart start to thump hard in your chest, your hand slipped from the doorknob whilst your stomach dropped. “god, it’s nice to call you that,” he crowed, and with your eyes darting back down the hallway you had walked, you felt overwhelming panic begin to hit you. “i wish i could see the look on your face right now, but i’m on the tippy top of this building with our beloved.”

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your legs, which started to feel like jelly, pounded against the floor as you turned left, and with the lift now in view, you gasped softly, and your right hand flew to the button to signal it to the floor.

two of your fingers hammered against it, and with one last push, you took a slight step back and watched as the digital screen showed an arrow pointing up.

“get back in that lift and come join us!”

“how do i-?” you faltered, your hand on the phone hardening as your mouth grew dry. “is she really with you?”

“and looking as gorgeous as ever…” victor retorted. “time’s ticking, little miss dancer; get up here.”

the lift dinged, and as your right shoulder nudged the sliding door as you entered with haste, you scanned the buttons below the digital screen and looked for one that vaguely could be considered the roof. you were unsure, and you just wanted to yell: take me to wanda.

with a button separate from the numbers labelled ‘rt’, you pushed it and waited with bated breath for the lift to move. a mechanical sound reverberated from the lift after the doors closed, then it soon began to rise.

as you glanced up at the digital screen, you felt your eyes beginning to burn with tears.

eighteen.

nineteen.

then, after a few moments had passed and you had willed yourself not to cry, the lift opened into a dark room with a staircase that rose in a z-shape to an exit.

you sighed heavily upon seeing the door to the rooftop, and with the lift’s ride terminating and the doors shutting behind you, you climbed the stairs with nothing but wanda in your mind.

your breath hitched in your throat as your hand flew to the doorknob and, with a twist of it, you stopped dead when you felt it refuse to move… as you hastily looked down the staircase and back to the door, your gaze rose from the doorknob to a black scanner above it.

with your lips parting slightly, you realised you couldn’t get through without some sort of keycard. “wanda,” you spoke, your voice tight as your right hand balled into a fist. you raised it to hit against the silver metal door, “wanda! i’m-” you hit it harder. “victor, let me through!”

despite knowing the doorknob wouldn’t turn, you twisted it anyway, and as you continued to pound against the door, your right hand began to grow tired against the metal.

though, with the thought of wanda alone with him, you didn’t care. you would pummel the door for as long as it took.

suddenly, you felt your body jerk forward harshly, and before you knew it, you were falling forward and onto your knees. as hard gravel came into contact with the palm of your hands, you braced for impact, and with a groan, you hissed as you confusingly raised your head from the ground.

to your right, close to the roof door that was wide open, were black leather pointed shoes, and as you continued to look upwards, the looming sight of victor in a dark suit gazing down at you made you feel sick.

“you needed wanda’s master key, silly…” he smirked, holding a black card in his right hand and giving it a wave above you. “how do you think i got on here?”

“where is-” your words were cut off with another hiss as you pushed yourself onto your bent knees. then, your eyes glanced down to see a bloody graze across your left palm. “wanda?!” you panted, ignoring the sting that came from it and instead glancing around the large roof that was almost void of light beside the moon that beamed overhead and a small light that hung next to the roof door.

“she’s here,” victor cooed with a simpering smile on his lips, and your eyes followed him as he stalked around your form before pausing to stand in front of you.

the roof door came to a slow close behind you, and as your head snapped to it, the daunting thought came that whether or not wanda was on this roof, with the keycard in the man’s hand, you were trapped up here with him.

“you know what’s funny?” victor asked rhetorically, and with your breathing ragged as you stood up on shaky legs, he continued. “you’ve been on my mind so much, i hardly thought about olek… i had to leave for a little while…get away from him and the two bastards he brought last time.”

“if someone…” your eyes glanced around the roof, and with a slight step to your left, you peered for any sight of the redhead. “broke my ribs, i wouldn’t let them slip my mind.”

“oh?” the man voiced, his tone full of intrigue, and it caused you to face him again. victor then shot you a look of surprise. “bedroom talk…?” he winked. “well, i guess you are right,” he said with a tut, and then took a step back from you.

you watched his every move with your heart in your throat, and as he walked past the gap between the roof door and large vent to your right, he spoke again. “but you have no idea what it’s like to see someone you love with a twenty-something slut,” he chided, and his form disapeared as he then rounded the large vent. “it does nothing but consume the mind.”

you paid no attention to the insult as you sank into deep apprehension and your hands tingled with adrenaline at the sight of the man stepping back into view with a limp wanda in his arms.

with a gasp, you watched in repugnance as he looked at her and then your eyes fell to her face, which had a cut along her left cheekbone.

victor laid wanda along the roof, and with a glance at you, he turned back to what your eyes bore into. “that was a mistake…” he mumbled. “but this is not.” and as he swiftly strode around wanda’s body and towards you, your stomach lept as you stumbled to press your back against the door. “you, y/n,” he uttered through gritted teeth as his right hand gripped the hair at the back of your head with a tug. “are going to take a short trip to the ground floor.”

your eyes widened as your hands flew to his large one that grabbed at your hair strands even harder.

“wanda!” you yelled with a groan, your eyes clamping shut at the firm grip victor had on you. “wake up!” your scalp stung, and with another yell of the older woman’s name, your chest heaved as the threat from victor filled you with horror.

a moan sounded in front of you, and as your eyes flew open, you saw the redhead’s face contort before she shifted slightly on her right side.

“wake her up,” victor chuckled. “what do i care? let her watch.” then, as he pulled your body away from the roof’s door slightly, he barked wanda’s name. “my love, your pet wants you to wake up.”

wanda’s eyes fluttered open; you felt yours burn with tears again, and a sob broke out from you as you watched her stir awake.

with a groan and a narrow gaze, she looked at you, and then at victor. then, as she gasped, wanda’s eyes widened with her mouth agape, and she scrambled to stand up as she looked at you and the tears that began to stream down your face.

“y/n,” she whimpered out, and with a hiss, she raised a hand to the cut on her left cheek. “stay…” the redhead breathed out, shooting the man who had you firmly in his grip a horrified glance. “stay calm.” she lowered her hand from her cheek and took a shaky step forward. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know what happened.”

“you got careless, wands,” victor seethed next to your ear, causing you to wince, and as you did, the hair in his hold pulled tighter, and you squeaked in pain as your fingers clawed at his hand. “that’s what happened.”

“don’t call her that!” you yelped, your fingers shifting to his in an attempt to pry them from your hair, and with the inch you felt of freedom, your shoes hit the gravel, and you tried to surge your body forward.

“get…” you felt victor grip harder, and with a yank of your hair towards him, you stumbled into his chest with a moan. “back here. i’ve told you where you are going…”

“please,” you mewled, and your vision began to blur as more tears came and the pain in your head heightened. “let go,” you begged. you couldn’t die here, not now, and not like this.

you heard a panicked yell sound from wanda as she scrambled forward. “victor, what-” the redhead gasped out as you blinked away the tears. wanda became clear in your vision as she moved until she was close enough that you could clearly see the dried blood along the cut on her cheekbone. “what is your endgame here?” wanda asked, her voice trembling.

“you know what i want!” he barked desperately, then, with a deep sigh into your ear, you felt his fingers tense against the strands of your baby hairs. “you know what i want…” victor said again, his voice attempting to be calmer. “just me and you, dearest.”

you wanted to cry out, yell that she was yours and that you were hers… but the fear of victor potentially ripping your hair out grew stronger, and you felt your body unable to move. “wanda,” was all you could muster, and with another sob leaving your lips, you closed your eyes as you felt the world coming down on you.

“hey. no, no-” the redhead hushed out frantically. “y/n, look at me,” she ordered.

reluctantly, you opened your wet eyes, and with your tired arms falling from victor’s hand to your sides, you looked at wanda.

“i’m so sorry…” she breathed out with a shake of her head. “but i have to do this.” wanda stepped closer and looked at victor, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. “fine.” was all she said. “just give y/n the key.”

as your eyes widened at wanda’s words, you followed her as she grew closer to the tall man and his unrelenting grip on your hair. “wanda?” you voiced in disbelief, and you frowned hard at the woman as her gaze remained on victor.

“you mean it, baby?” the suited man asked, his voice laced with hope as his hold loosened against your head. “i promise it won’t be like before.”

yes, the world was definitely coming down on you now, and as you listened to wanda speak a soft yes to him, you felt victor let go of your hair.

he pushed you by the back of your head until the roof suddenly grew closer and loose gravel dug into your palms once more, and with a groan on impact, you breathed out and turned your head.

the redhead didn’t face you, not when you hissed as your already grazed palm burned with pain, and not when you sobbed her name.

“now my key…” wanda murmured, and with her right hand raising to his suited arm, you felt nausea whirl within you at the contact. “let her at least get out of the door first before i kiss you.”

her words stung, and as your bottom lip trembled, you moved to sit on your legs as you felt your chest begin to ache with grief. your palms throbbed and your knees hurt, but all you could focus on was the scene before you; a tragedy. “please,” you pleaded. “stop.”

before you had registered victor’s movement, he tossed the master key card he had used to let you on to the roof, and as you looked down at it on the gravel in front of you in despair, you returned your gaze to wanda… who still wouldn’t look in your direction.

you needed her to look at you; you needed to see her face and the look on it that would tell you she didn’t mean a word of it.

“y/n,” wanda spoke firmly as she looked at victor, and with her left hand moving to rest on his chest, she guided him backwards slightly until he stood out of the way of the exit and in the gap between the hinges of the roof door and the large vent. you kept your eyes trained on her, and as anger and sadness swirled in your chest, which threatened to rise like bile, she spoke once more. “stand up and take the key.”

you didn’t want to, and even if you did, you weren’t sure your legs would stand the weight of your turmoil. “don’t…” don’t do this, you thought, and the urge to lower your head built within you as victor grinned at wanda.

“now.” the redhead insisted.

with another sob coming from you, you outstretched your right arm, and with a trembling hand, you picked up the card and pushed yourself off of the gravel that dug into your jeans as you rose.

then, with your eyes landing on wanda’s hands that touched his chest and right arm, you sluggishly walked forward and turned to face the door. with a heavy heart and your right hand raised, you touched it against the black scanner above the doorknob.

as you saw a small flash of green light on the device, your left hand moved to the doorknob, and you twisted it to pull it open.

“victor,” wanda said to your left, “i promise… i will not miss you.” in the blink of an eye, the redhead rushed forward, and a yelp of panic from victor sounded as he lost his footing.

wanda’s hands let go of him, and she quickly threw herself onto her back with a groan. as the man’s hands frantically grasped for nothing in the air with fear on his face, you watched as he fell over the edge of the roof and out of your view into the darkness.

you gasped loudly, and your hand that was on the doorknob flew to your mouth as you heard victor’s cry of terror start to fade and the roof door slowly closed once again. your chest heaved, and as the loud and sharp sound of his body hitting concrete resounded, you could only look forward at the night sky that faced you in stupor and repulsion.

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the tragic death of victor von doom: suicide and sadness

another linked article on twitter caught your eye, and with a sharp intake, you swiped the app away from your phone’s screen and looked towards your left and out toward the skyline as you sat on a chair on wanda’s penthouse terrace.

with a sigh, the urge to use your phone faded quickly, and you turned your head and placed it on a small table to your right.

“honey?”

you looked up to wanda staring at you, as she sat on a matching chair, and as she reached her right hand up to her sunglasses, she tilted them down until green eyes gazed back at you.

“even after death, that man is still creeping around my life,” you muttered darkly, and with your arms clasped across your chest in frustration, you looked away from her.

“they’ll stop talking about him eventually,” wanda replied knowingly, her tone soft. you felt one of her hands touch your right bicep, and as you looked back at her, you saw she had removed her sunglasses, and her eyebrows were furrowed as she pouted slightly. “it’s only been two months; just give it time.” she motioned her head to the view of the blue sky around you, and with the winter months now fading away, she shot you a smile. “enjoy the sun, baby. it’s been gloomy for far too long.”

you weren’t sure if that was a euphemism or not, but regardless, she was, of course, right. it had been a while since you felt the sun on your skin like this, and since that evening on the rooftop of the office building, you knew your life was different now… safer. you should enjoy it.

there was no certain blame here; there are no cameras in the maximoff building to show you three were in there that night, and with only a guess in an open-and-shut case by the police that victor climbed the fire escape of the building opposite the maximoff office and took his life in a frenzy or drunken accident, you and the older woman finally felt free to do as you pleased without anxiety lingering around.

“you’re right,” you spoke, a smile on your lips as your arms unfolded. you shifted slightly in the chair to lean to your right, and took wanda’s left hand, which was on your bicep, to hold it. “how about…” you intoned, your smile growing bigger as the thought of victor grew smaller in your mind. “we talk about the dream i had last night instead?”

“how intriguing,” wanda grinned at you, sitting up straighter as she listened, and as you looked at her face and her left cheekbone that was now rid of the mark victor had inflicted upon her, you hummed agreeingly.

“just before i met you, i travelled to england,” you began to explain with a smile, your mind flashing with the sights you had seen when you’d visited. “and on my journey home, i told myself i would visit scotland next…” wanda looked at you curiously as she listened, biting her lip softly. “i will tell you all about it in a moment…” you added with a giggle as you saw the urge in the woman to ask questions about your time there. “i can’t believe i haven’t told you about that yet. but i had a dream of you and i in scotland, and i- i want that.”

“oh my sweet,” wanda cooed, her grin unfaltering as she leaned forward slightly. “i would love to.”

“yeah?” you gasped excitedly, sitting up in your chair at the words and dream that would come into fruition. the trip was one you had already been excited for, but now with wanda coming with you… you couldn’t think of anything better.

wanda smiled at you with a small tilt of her head, “without a doubt.”

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as the redhead grinned at you, you pulled your gaze away from her with a turn of your head to agatha who stood to your right. “and this…” you bubbled, your hands motioning at the towering and charming country house that faced you. “this is where we’ll be getting married.” you smiled at her.

with a gasp falling from her lips, agatha took a step back and admired the ivory walls of the large house that wanda had rented out for the two of you in dundee when you had visited two years prior.

you had a phenomenal time with her, and the day after wanda proposed to you - two months ago, with her heart on her sleeve and on one knee on her lit-up terrace- you had the awe-filled thought that scotland is where you wanted to marry her.

“this is gorgeous,” agatha breathed out with a smile, “and you’re sure you want me to be your maid of honour?” she questioned hesitantly.

“of course!” you exulted. “that, and to walk me down the aisle…” you added, a flush of heat spreading across your face as you saw agatha’s drop and her eyes, which welled with tears. the brunette turned away from you briefly, and as she cleared her throat, you spoke again. “only three months left to go.”

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“what do you mean, you don’t want it?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked at wanda. “you said you liked it when i last cooked it for you.”

“i did,” wanda laughed softly as she sat to your left at the hardwood circle table in wanda’s penthouse kitchen; the safe haven she chose to keep even after the time that had passed since you both cried happy tears when you spoke the words “i do.” five years ago.

the tall building had long since started to feel like a safe place for you too, especially since you moved out of your apartment after victor’s death. you had no need for it, and wherever wanda wanted to reside, well… that’s where you’d be.

“but i didn’t like the burn that came with it,” wanda continued, her orange hair moving around her face as she shook her head slightly. “i just think, out of the two of us, my love… i should watch the food instead.”

you gasped, shifting in the chair as you sat up with offence evident in your demeanour. “it wasn’t that burnt!” you attested, and with your eyebrows raising slightly, you thought of the reason why the meal you had been making for the two of you hadn’t been perfect. “and need i remind you why that occurred?”

wanda’s lips twitched with a smirk, and she leaned forward slightly, her gorgeous face growing closer- thirty-nine had never looked better on anyone else - and she outstretched a hand to one of yours and pulled you by it until you rose from the chair. “i think it went a little something like this…” she uttered whilst she guided you towards her, and as you straddled the soft cotton of her trousers, you bit your lip as déjà vu struck you, and her hands landed on your hips.

“mommy,” you gasped out as you rocked yourself on two of wanda’s fingers that she had rested firmly on her lap as you straddled it in black shorts and a matching bralette.

the edge of her palm hit your clit deliciously, and as her slender digits touched you in ways that made you pant desperately against her left ear, you felt her hum against your neck.

“you feel so good,” wanda spoke against the skin she had been softly sucking on, and with a warm tongue running up to your jaw, she groaned as you felt your walls contract around her fingers that had pushed past your shorts and underwear. “and you look so hot like that.”

the drilling thought of the oven cooking what you had prepared had since left your mind, and with the noises from wanda’s lips residing there instead, you continued to fuck yourself on her digits. “you’re so hot, mommy. all mine….” you gasped out with a moan. “my wife.”

“fuck, y/n.” wanda cursed with a groan against your neck, and as she returned her lips to the skin, you could feel your orgasm building as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter.

“fine,” wanda voiced, pulling you from your thoughts as green eyes gazed at you. “i admit it’s not entirely your fault.” she smiled, her breath ghosting your lips as your face stayed close to hers. “you can redeem yourself and cook it again… but,” she pronounced teasingly, and her hands on your hips squeezed softly. “instead of during cooking time, i take you right now.”

you moaned softly at her words as your stomach jumped with excitement. the spark of arousal that had transpired when she guided you onto her lap a few moments ago then ignited into a roaring flame, and you closed the small gap and kissed wanda.

since the day the redhead came back to house of harkness and asked for a dance from you, you couldn’t believe your luck. you still couldn’t… and now, after the years that had passed with wanda remaining a perfect constant in your life, you looked at the woman before you in pure adoration. despite what had happened and the danger she put herself in to rid victor from both of your lives, she was under you, warm and safe; all yours.

you cherished her so much, and you needed to voice it. with a gasp, the redhead deepened the kiss, and as your mind reeled at the sensation of her tongue against yours, you slowly pulled away from her lips to speak.

“i love you.”

as you returned your gaze to green eyes that practically pierced into the very essence of you, you noted the black makeup around them.

with your gaze remaining on her face, you watched the redhead’s lips twitch into a satisfied smirk, “the book helped me in more ways than one…” wanda asserted, “do you like it?”

you paused at the unexpected question from the woman you hadn’t seen in over a month, and now here she was, standing in your home; different, heinous… corrupted. “that book is the reason we aren’t together anymore.” you frowned, ignoring her question.

deep down though, your answer was a complicated yes. you liked how she looked in the suit… she looked breathtakingly attractive, but the changes were too drastic, and you felt like you were staring at a stranger.

“but darling…” wanda breathed, taking a step closer to you. “look at the kind of power i have now.”

“I don’t want to, and I don’t want you here, either.” you enunciated, shifting back from the woman who wasn’t your wanda anymore.

she shot you a feigned frown, and the redhead took another step toward you. “you don't?” with another eager move forward, wanda raised her black fingertips, and as crimson swirled around them, your eyebrows furrowed. “you don’t want me to touch you?” she asked.

the question made your mouth dry up, and as your skin became highlighted with red that illuminated where you both stood in your dimly lit living room, you could feel your body leaning forward despite your mind telling you to walk away. “th-that’s not important, wanda.” you spluttered, “you aren’t the same person anymore.”

another smirk from wanda made your chest begin to rise and fall faster than before, and you watched in stupefaction as the remnants of her magic danced around yours and the witch’s head; you could feel the power oozing from the trails.

“maybe not,” wanda tuts with a slight shrug, “but i still feel the same, and i know you do too…” green eyes stayed fixated on you as she began to slowly walk around your form; circling you like prey. “I want to touch my girl again, is that so bad?”

before your eyes fluttered closed at the words, you caught sight of her burnt, serrated cape that trailed on the floor as she continued to pace around you. “my girl.” it made your tenacity falter, and with a quivering breath falling from your lips, you told yourself to remain steadfast.

"wanda..." you uttered with a slight shake of your head. you spoke her name as if to warn her, but it definitely didn't come out as such, and you cursed yourself for it sounding more like a whimper. "i'm not your girl anymore."

another tut from wanda caused your eyes to open, and to your surprise, she was facing you once again. "don't be absurd, y/n," she gently intoned. crimson magic began to fade into the air as her black-tipped fingers ceased their motions, and the only thing that continued to light up the space was the table lamp to your right. "you will always be mommy's girl."

your determination to remain strong was beginning to crack harder than the ones embedded in wanda's suit, and you could feel your stomach start to spiral with arousal. don't cave, y/n, you thought, but your right hand had started to move to wanda's cheek on its own accord.

your palm touched pale skin, and at the astounding warmth radiating from her, you gasped slightly; you assumed she would have felt cold. the woman before you was right - she did feel the same. "momma," you whispered.

a wicked smile spread across wanda's plump lips and a predatory glint shimmered in her eyes, but the resolve in you had now diminished and her nefarious nature was pushed to the back of your mind.

what remained in your thoughts wasn't the distinct difference between the woman who stood so closely to you and the woman she was a month ago. but instead, the way your body itched to be in wanda's hold and the way the scent of her consumed your senses.

you can do this.

just put one foot in front of the other.

but as you stood across the street in front of the club, your eyes fixated on the purple neon sign above harry, who stood with his hands in his pockets at the doorway, your body refused to move.

there’s money to be made, y/n, c’mon. with the encouraging thought of bills in mind, your right stepped forward, and then hesitantly, your left followed.

with the image of wanda waiting at your apartment for you, you stepped off the curb and crossed the street from the shadow that cast over the pavement, and when you walked under a lamppost that illuminated over your head, harry’s gaze shot to you.

he smiled, eager to greet you. “hey, miss!”

you smiled softly at him in return, and when you stopped in front of the man, you adjusted your duffle bag on your right shoulder. “hi, henry. how are you?”

“oh you know me,” he shrugged. “how are you doing?” he asked casually. it made the small smile stay on your face; you needed normalcy, and henry was a kind distraction.

“i’m fine,” you uttered the lie with ease… fake it till you make it, right? “are there any customers in right now?” you asked.

two weeks had passed since your surprise run-in with victor at the club agatha had picked, and with the avoidant time that had passed, you felt like you were brand new, eighteen, and stepping through these doors all over again. but five years had gone by since you first started at ‘house of harkness’ and with a rise and fall of your shoulders, you told yourself you could do this.

“a good few,” henry replied, with a nod, and just as you were about to take that step through the doorway, he cleared his throat, and you looked at him again. “he’s, uh-” he shot you an awkward smile. “he’s not tried to get in since, you know? i haven’t seen him around either…”

with the return of anxiety brewing in your chest, all you could do was nod back at him. “good.” you simply responded, then with a turn of your head, you stepped through the foyer, through two sets of double doors, and then your gaze landed on a staff member sat at the reception desk; the music on the main floor echoed to your left.

“scarlet!” the girls eyes lit up as she pulled her gaze away from the book in her hands and smiled brightly at you. “you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

you laughed softly. “i’m back,” you intoned, then after a brief conversation, you smiled and told her you needed to go and get changed.

so, with your right hand around the strap of your duffle bag, you walked into the open area and turned left, and stepped through the opening at the end of the bar. without so much as a glance at which dancers were working tonight and which customers were keeping them company, you pulled open the changing room door with a sigh.

“scarlet!” to your surprise, agatha was standing close to it as you stepped in and let the door slowly shut behind you. then with a grin on her face, she moved forward and pulled you in for a hug.

a giggle fell from your lips when your shoes rose from the floor, and agatha briefly spun you around. “hey, agatha,” you breathed out as she placed you down, “why are you just standing in here?” all of the dancers were on the main floor, and agatha oddly stood alone in the lit changing room.

“I-” she looked down at her boots for a moment, and if it wasn’t for the smile on her face, you’d assume she was about to say something bad. “i was serving at the bar, then… i got a text from rio,” she answered, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

oh my god, how could you forget? “shit, i’m sorry! with all this mess, i forgot you also had a crazy night at the club.” guilt hit you like a truck, and you stepped back from the bubble you were in with agatha.

“hey,” she cooed with a slight frown, “don’t worry about a thing. you needed a break, and i’m a grown woman… i can wait before kissing and telling.”

your eyes widened slightly; there was that good news you were hoping for. “kissing?” you smirked, then stepped past agatha to place your duffle bag on the white countertop that ran under the length of a large mirror mounted to the wall. “how promising,” and with the zip sounding, your duffle bag opened and you reached in to pull out your lingerie for the night.

it was your favourite red set that never failed to bring in money, but this time, you brought wanda’s black silk dressing gown to wear over it. “what does it mean for you two, then?” you asked, glancing up to make eye contact with her through the mirror.

she glanced down at the dark carpeted floor. “well, she…” a flush of pink then spread across the brunette’s pale cheeks, and your eyebrows raised at the sight; it wasn’t often you saw agatha like this. “she actually came back for me.”

“agatha,” you marvelled, your hands that held the redhead’s silk gown falling to your open bag. you let it go and turned around to face her. “that’s…” wow. “really romantic,” you smiled.

the news had made your chest feel a tad lighter, and with a turn back to your duffle bag, you put your lingerie and gown to the side and pulled your heels out. “i’m glad it’s worked out for you,” you added with the hateful thought of victor sneaking into your mind, and as your hands gripped your heels, you knew you needed to get dressed and distract yourself with work. “i’ll just…” and you motioned your heels to her. “talk more later?” you gave her a soft smile.

agatha nodded her head. “of course, kid,” she replied. “i’ll see you out there.”

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two weeks out of heels was a sore mistake, and as your body moved in front of a customer in one of the vip booths, you tried to ignore the ache you were starting to feel after three hours of wearing them.

as your hands snaked down to your waist, they then travelled to your ass, and with a squeeze, the man groaned behind you.

“you’re so good at this…” he breathed. “i understand now why you’re so popular.”

your gut tightened at the words. the all-too-familiar ones that made your hands pause on the swell of your ass. “well, you’re quite the popular one in here, aren’t you?”

you felt your palms dampen, and as your music boomed out of the mounted speaker, you told yourself to focus on the beat that echoed. “i wouldn’t say that.” you replied, and your hands moved back to your waist. “all the dancers in here are great.”

“well,” the customer chuckled. “those dancers think otherwise. it’s the whole reason i’m in here right now; they would not stop praising you.”

if it wasn’t for your stomach twisting with anxiety, you’d feel happy that you had created such a reputation for yourself, even if it had landed you in this mess. “well, you’re quite the popular one in here, aren’t you?” you shook your head slightly, hoping it would throw victor’s voice from your mind and into one of the mirrors on the walls of the booth.

“that’s sweet,” you uttered, then turned around to face him. your eyes glanced over his form: blonde, tall, arms bigger than your head, and clothes that were slightly too tight for him. maybe that was a choice, you thought. “and i wondered why you didn’t want to test my dancing out with a shorter one. your mind must have been made up.”

“it still is,” he purred back. “would you-?” he placed his hands on his knees, rose from the seat, and as your breathing hitched, you felt your heart dropped to your stomach as he stood over you.

with the image of victor in your mind, you took a wobbly step back as you felt an indication of panic spreading through you.

the customer’s eyebrows furrowed, and he took a pace forward, holding his left hand out. “are you okay, scarlet?”

it was too familiar.

nausea swirled in your stomach, and with another step back, your aching feet almost got the best of you as you stumbled. the mirror behind saved you from falling onto the carpeted floor, and as the cool glass pressed against your back and palms of your hands, a soft gasp was knocked out of you.

the customer rushed to help, and with his hands reaching out to your aid, you held your right hand up. “i’m okay,” you breathed out, ignoring the déjà vu, before forcing yourself to stand upright. “i’m sorry, i-” fuck, that was mortifying. “you just startled me.”

“oh,” the customer replied, and his frown was replaced with a smile as he retreated slightly. “that’s my bad, i get that all of the time,” he chuckled, then he turned to the empty glasses on the small corner table. “being big has its cons just as much as pros.” he looked at you, then back at the glasses again. “i was going to ask if you wanted a drink, but after that, i feel like i owe you one.”

the man’s casual behaviour brought some ease to the booth, and as you felt the panic in you begin to fade, you took a deep breath and summoned a smile. “i won’t say no,” you replied with an airy chuckle, and stepped past him to sit down on the long seat.

the coolness of the leather felt grounding, and with your feet instantly enjoying the break from standing, you watched him turn around. then with a grin, he joined you, sitting to your right. “thank you. i’ll call for room service,” you added, and with that, your left hand reached for the small circle button near the zip-tied curtained doorway, and with a push, you turned to face him.

your hands moved to rest in your lap as the instrumental song from the speaker ended, and a rap song began to play. “oh, i love this one,” the customer beamed. he began to move in the seat to the beat of the music, and you laughed softly.

then, the thought that wanda liked it too crept into your mind, and you wondered what she was up to. with the conjured image of her comfortably waiting for you at your home, the panic in you finally subsided, and you could see her in your mind, sitting gorgeously on your couch-sofa, watching tv, or maybe reading a book. the thought made your heart soar, and as you waited for a waitress to come to the booth, you smiled with a “what other songs do you love?”

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the quiet period of the night had begun, and as you sat at an empty table close to the bar, your eyes glanced forward to the curtained vip section next to the till. it had been an hour since your dance with sordid memories had ended, and the customer had since left along with the group he had come in with.

so now, with your phone in your hand, you relished the lack of heavy conversation that had previously filled the room, and with your gaze returning to your phone, you scrolled through the notifications you’d gotten from a few different apps.

with nothing of importance there, you moved on to look through your camera roll, and your eyes immediately shifted to a recent one; it was one you had taken of wanda.

though the quality was lacking, you didn’t mind. it made you smile as your eyes roamed over the redhead who stood in your kitchen, facing away from you, making two cups of tea. it was supposed to be a sneaky shot of her, but the overlooked camera shutter sounded on your phone, and the redhead, of course, heard it. the smile on wanda’s face when she turned her head to you gave you butterflies to even think of now.

the double doors before the reception till sounded as they opened and closed behind you, but you continued to look at thick red hair that cascaded over wanda’s back. i miss you, you mused.

“oh, hello,” a dancer voiced from the table to your right, and as you locked your phone on the image of wanda, your eyes briefly glanced to the dancer who rose from her chair, and then she walked behind you, clearly heading to a new customer.

with a lean toward the square table in front of you, you grabbed the glass of water you had resting on a napkin on with a raise to your lips, you took a sip from the straw.

“looking for a dance, honey?” the dancer’s voice sounded behind you, and as you put your glass down, you shifted in your chair to sit with your left leg crossed over your right.

“no… but thank you, i’m looking for someone.”

even with the main floor’s music playing from the speakers, you recognised her voice the second she spoke. you recognised that low tone of hers that drove you wild more times than you could count. wanda…? you twisted your torso to the right, and with a look behind you, a soft gasp fell from your lips. green eyes landed on you from where she stood, and wanda smiled.

with the excitement that bubbled inside from head to toe, you forced yourself to remain in your seat. though you wanted to rush over and hug her, you were at work, and here, wanda still needed to look like a customer.

“scarlet,” the redhead chirped with a nod to you.

this made the dancer turn in your direction. “oh” she laughed awkwardly, “my bad, girl.” then she shot you a lopsided smile as she stepped away from wanda. “she’s yours, i see.”

the response made a grin spread on your lips. the words meant more than the dancer knew, and as your eyes focused on the redhead, you replied, “yes, she is.”

with that, the woman returned to the seat she was in, and wanda walked towards you. you were struck with surprise, but your left leg automatically rose from the spot on your right thigh and slightly pushed back the chair closest to you.

“wanda i-” you chewed your bottom lip, watching her sit to your right, and then, with her hands on the arms of the chair, she adjusted its position. she wore a black suit jacket, turtleneck and trouser pants, and the urge to tell her she looked beautiful resided on the tip of your tongue. “i wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”

“i wanted to see how you were doing,” she replied, and she glanced around at the few customers on the main floor, clearly scanning for him. your heart leapt at wanda sitting in concern to the point of visiting you, and you beamed at her. “plus two weeks without a dance from you, i’m afraid it’s overdue,” she added, turning back to you.

you were both speaking discreetly, though you wondered if wanda meant those words, or if it was just for show… you were curious to find out, so as you grabbed your glass of water one last time, you took a sip. “you poor thing,” you feigned a pout as you placed it down again. “i guess we shouldn’t waste any more time then?” you were eager to be alone with her, talk without feeling like ears were lingering on your conversation, and a booth was plenty of space to do as you wished.

“i was hoping you’d say that.” wanda grinned, glancing behind to the dance till, then she rose from her seat, and you bit your bottom lip gently at her eagerness. you suppose she did mean what she said… “come on, you can pick how long we go for.”

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upon entering the booth, a feeling settled in your chest; though you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, the energy felt different this time around.

the dances before had been filled with nothing but desire and lust... but those feelings had since transformed into something more, and with the dynamic change came an undertone of familiarity that needed to remain hidden.

your heels dug into the carpet as you stood in front of the seat, waiting for wanda to sit down, but she remained firm to your right, and as her shadowy form stood in front of the half-zip-tied curtain, you cocked your head at her. were her words just for show? you were confused. “are you not going to sit?” you asked, stepping closer to her with your right hand moving to hers.

wanda grasped your hand, pulling you closer, and the distance between you shortened until her chest pressed against yours.

the redhead looked down at your cleavage that peeked through the neckline of her gown and her left hand trailed over the skin below your neck, then the silk of the dressing gown. “stealing mommy’s things, are we?” she smirked. wanda's hand continued down to your stomach, then her palm rounded your torso and rested flat against your lower back. “it looks good on you.” her hand, firm against you, made your stomach swirl with arousal - a reaction wanda could never fail to pull from you.

you ignored the thought that her hands shouldn’t be on you, and looked at her plump lips. “yes, i-” your cheeks felt hot, but under the purple fairy lights, you knew the redhead couldn’t see the way your skin flushed at her demeanour. “thank you,” you replied. “sorry i didn’t ask, i just thought it would make me feel better.”

wanda smiled, and to your surprise, she placed a brief kiss on your left cheek, and then suddenly her hand wasn’t on you anymore, and she moved to take a seat. you missed the warmth that came from her, but you were glad wanda decided to sit down; her touch had you wishing she would rid you of your lingerie.

“has it made you feel better?” she asked, and with her question bringing you out of your thoughts, it hit you that you had yet to connect your phone to the speaker.

“you always make me feel better,” you answered, and the look on wanda’s face made you want to forget about the music and just straddle her there and then. “i’m glad you’re here,” you added as you reached for the cord hooked to the speaker. “it’s been a little difficult.”

wanda watched you plug the cord into the bottom of your phone, and as you busied yourself with starting a fifteen-minute timer, you felt the fingers of wanda’s left hand move to the inside of your thighs. “how so, baby?” she whispered, and your eyes closed briefly at the feeling. she was halfway up your thighs, and halfway before the heat that radiated between your legs. “i want to hear about it.”

“some things reminded me of him during a dance, and i…” you shook your head; you didn’t want to think of victor. especially not with wanda here, and especially not with her fingers touching the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. “actually, let’s forget about it,” you uttered, and with the timer starting, your thumb swiped to your music app and pressed shuffle on your usual playlist.

an instrumental began to play, and a slow beat sounded from the speaker. wanda’s hand remained still, and when you locked your phone and placed it on the small high ledge that ran the length of the seat, you looked down at her.

green eyes bore into you, and your thighs flexed against her hand at the eye contact. her gaze was deadly, the type that made you feel small and important at the same time. she’s beyond beautiful.

“if that’s what you want,” wanda replied, “though i’m here for you,” she added, and with a smile on your lips at the words, you pushed away the urge to kiss her. then, your hands moved to the silk tie around your waist. “wait,” the redhead whispered, her hand softly gripping your right thigh. “keep my gown on.”

jesus. you felt arousal swirl in your stomach at her command, and your hands moved away from your waist to behind your back, obeying in an instant. you bent at the hips, and with your thighs clamping her hand, you leant close to her left ear. “anything for you,” you uttered, and with that, you straightened and took a step back.

an electric guitar entered the song, and with its sultry notes echoing, wanda shifted in the seat whilst her hands moved to the edge of the leather. the redhead’s eyes locked on you as she watched your hips begin to sway, moving perfectly to the beat.

with hunger for the woman driving you forward, you took a step and raised your left leg, then your heel dug into the leather seat beside wanda’s right hand, and her lips parted as your arms moved behind your back to the skin of your raised calf. as you looked down at wanda, your hands smoothly travelled upwards and over your knee, and then your left thigh.

your fingers ran over where wanda’s had just been, and you smiled as she licked her lips, watching intently as you continued to go higher, and with your left hand retreating to the outside of your thigh, your right hand moved to your underwear. wanda gasped at the sight, and when your fingers smoothed over your clit that was covered with a red thong, her right hand flew to your wrist.

despite the restraint, you continued to move your hand, and your mouth fell agape at the sensation. wanda’s eyes looked from your fingers to your eyes, and back to your fingers again; then she bit her bottom lip. “that’s cruel,” wanda spoke, and the smile on your face only got bigger.

you loved seeing the effect you had on her… that mental battle she’d spoken of before. something she hadn’t experienced until you. the thought of this grown woman feeling something so new and strong due to meeting you drove you wild, and the pads of your fingers put pressure on your clit.

“cruel?” you asked innocently, then your lips moved close to her left ear. “this is all a part of your special show, mommy,” you whispered, and you felt her exhale hotly against your cheek whilst her hand around your wrist tightened.

this time, the pressure halted your movements, and you felt your heart beat rapidly in your chest. with your right hand forced to remain still, you leant away from her ear, and your left hand moved from the outside of your thigh to your bra, then with a shift of the silk gown, you gently palmed the exposed swell of your left breast.

wanda groaned, and her eyes glanced from your wandering hands to your eyes again. “baby…” wanda’s hand that remained on the seat gripped at the edge of it. “if you don’t stop, i’ll get us both in trouble.”

the threat made your clit throb against your fingers, and they twitched at the feeling. you envisioned wanda becoming so frustrated that she holds you against the mirror behind you, shoves your thong to the side and pushes two of her slender fingers inside of you; you were certainly wet enough to take them with ease.

your imagination had your left hand moving down to cover wanda’s that remained around your wrist, and your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her. you were no longer thinking about work or dancing, or thinking about making more money tonight. your head was filled with the woman in front of you and the way your body yearned to be touched by her. “please,” your left hand stroked the back of hers as you leaned closer. “take me home,” you whispered.

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your keys jingled as you turned them in the keyhole, and a soft gasp fell from your lips as wanda palmed at your ass through your jeans as she stood behind you. you pushed the door open, and with a step through the threshold of your home, wanda urged you forward by her hands.

you giggled at the sudden action, then placed your keys on a small wooden table and flicked on a few light switches before turning to face her. “did the spare key work okay for you?” you asked as the doorway lit up and a ceiling light between the kitchen and living room turned on.

wanda’s hands moved to hang by her sides, and with her right foot lifting upwards, she pushed the door, and it closed with a soft thud as her foot returned to the floor. “it did,” she smiled, “i used it a couple of times. when i went to get some wine and snacks, and then when i left to see you.”

you beamed at her, and with your left hand going to your right foot, you started to remove your shoes. “wine and snacks sound nice,” you replied, and you watched wanda mimic you.

“we’ll have them soon,” wanda said as she put her shoes neatly to the side. “i have a surprise for you first.”

“oh?” you sounded, and although sceptical of what it could be, you couldn’t help but smile. “and i thought the wine was surprise enough.”

“this one is much more exciting.” wanda stepped toward you, and with your right foot, you pushed your shoes to the side near wanda’s, and her left hand took your right.

she walked you through the doorway, past your kitchen, and as you both walked through your living room, you realised you were heading for your bedroom. “can i have an idea?” you asked, and as the closed door grew closer, you felt your heart rate spike at the ominous nature and what she had planned for you.

“it’s actually something of yours,” wanda answered, and although thankful she gave you a hint, you were even more confused. something of mine? “i hope you don’t mind…” the redhead added. “i came across it by accident.” her right hand twisted the knob, and she pushed your bedroom door open. “it’s on the bed for you.”

puzzled, you took a step forward, then with a flick of a switch, your room lit up, and your eyes immediately looked to your neatly made bed. oh. you swallowed hard as your eyes landed on a harnessed dildo that you hadn’t used for quite some time, placed delicately in the middle of your duvet. wanda let your hand go, and raised hers to your hips, and with a soft squeeze, she urged you forward.

as she guided you towards your bed, your eyes focused on the red dildo, and a knot in your stomach began to form at the notion of wanda wearing it.

“in my favourite colour, too…” wanda purred behind you, “it’s perfect.”

your eyes shuttered closed at her voice low in your ear, and your heart beat wildly in your chest. “fuck,” you uttered. words felt beyond you as your mind ran a mile a minute, and all you could do was open your eyes and lean across the bed to pick it up. as you held the harness in your hands, the straps hanging loosely, you bit your bottom lip as you looked at it.

with wanda’s hand remaining on your hips, you turned in her hold and glanced from her dilated pupils to the harness again. “yes, please,” is all you could express, and with a pleased grin from wanda, your clit throbbed as she took it from you.

“clothes off, honey.” the redhead ordered, and with your hands excitedly reaching for the maroon jumper you wore, her eyes fixated on you as you exposed the skin of your stomach, and then your chest that was still covered by the bra you chose to wear for work. wanda hummed as she continued to watch you undress. “you’re gorgeous.”

your hands removed your bra, and as your face grew hot from the compliment, you unbuttoned your jeans. being under her gaze felt so good; she made you feel confident beyond expression.

after stepping out of your jeans, you watched wanda place the harness on your bed, and her hands removed the jacket, turtleneck and trouser pants she wore.

she soon stood in a black set, and as your eyes trailed over her form, you licked your lips. “coming from you, mommy,” you breathed out. “…your body is amazing.”

wanda smiled at you, and your mind reeled at the sight. “my sweet girl,” she cooed, and with a step out of her trousers on the floor, she moved closer to you and placed a kiss on your lips. “how do you like it?” she asked, reaching for the harness once more to step into it, and as she tightened the straps around her hips and below the swell of her ass, a mix of a gasp and a moan fell from your lips.

she looked unbelievable, and you were so wet already… with your mind filled with wanda putting you in all kinds of positions, you searched for one to pick.

the mental image of her on top of you made the knot in your stomach tighten, and with wanda’s head rising to look at you, you stepped closer to her as your hands moved to the back of her neck and your lips craved to touch hers. the tip of the dildo pressed against your stomach, and you leaned in to kiss the older woman as your brain turned to mush at the feeling. you needed her now.

wanda’s hands moved around you, and when you deepened the kiss, she groaned into your mouth. the noise drove you crazy, and you wondered what she’ll sound like when she’s fucking the strap-on into you.

with that in mind, you pulled away and stepped to the edge of the mattress. “i want you on top of me,” you answered, and as you shifted to sit on your bed, you moved yourself to the middle of it.

the redhead bit her bottom lip and followed you like a moth to a flame, and as you propped yourself on your elbows, you watched wanda grab two of your pillows, and she placed them under your head. “thank you,” you whispered, a soft smile on your face as you situated yourself against them.

“i’ve been looking forward to this since i found it,” wanda voiced, returning your smile, and her hands moved to your knees to spread them.

your body tingled with excitement as she moved between your legs, and with the tip of the dildo prodding against the thong you wore, a surprising whimper came out of you. you had never felt so desperate for her, and you knew the wetness that coated your folds was going to be the indicator for wanda that your body ached for this.

“fuck, i-” you choked out as her fingers pulled your underwear to the side and brushed against you. “mommy…” you breathed, looking down to see your folds slick and shining. you bit your lip, and the redhead glanced at your face before looking back at the sight of you ready for her.

“wow,” wanda marvelled, “honey…” and her right hand moved up your body to palm your right breast. “i’ve never seen you so wet.” your back arched slightly when her fingers pinched your nipple, and a soft moan fell from your lips. “that’s so fucking hot,” wanda added as her left hand moved to brush against your folds, and with a collection of your wetness on her fingers, she brought them to the tip of the dildo.

as you watched, your mind was spinning with the way wanda confidently handled the harness, and you just knew you were about to have the best sex of your life. she radiated such dominance and poise as she stroked it; it was like second nature to her.

wanda’s hand stopped its precise movements on the dildo, and with her wet fingers moving back to enter you, your hand softly wrapped around her wrist.

“i’m ready, mommy,” you uttered, and your breath grew heavy as wanda’s fingers ghosted your folds. “please,” you begged, “i need you to fill me up.”

wanda practically growled at this, and with her hand retreating from you, she grasped the dildo and moved closer until the back of your thighs touched the top of hers.

wanda’s fingers twisted at your right nipple again, the sensation travelling down to your clit as you moaned, and with the tip of the dildo now against you, your body quivered as wanda guided it through your folds and up to your clit.

with another moan from you, wanda slowly fucked the dildo into her hand, and with every stroke, it deliciously glided over your clit. your breaths grew heavier, and you grasped at the duvet under you, scrunching the cotton material in your hands as you continued to watch the redhead.

“you look so hot,” you gasped out, and a smile twitched at wanda’s lips as her eyes focused on the view between your legs.

after a few more pleasure-filled strokes against your clit, wanda guided the tip down, and as she inched closer, you gasped as your hole throbbed around nothing; it was astonishing how turned on you were. though it was no surprise that wanda would be the person to get you to that point. the older woman had you bewitched and wrapped around her finger, and your body reacted to her every touch in a way that you didn’t understand. but, you didn’t want to... all that it told you was that you were meant to be touched by wanda.

your mouth fell agape as the tip of the dildo ghosted your hole, and with another whimper and a desperate “please,” you fell back against the stacked pillows as wanda inched the tip inside of you. then with another twist of your nipple, you felt yourself contract around the head. no, not yet… you could feel it building up, and as you closed your eyes, you told yourself to wait.

the pace of wanda’s hips was slow and steady whilst she looked down, and as she watched the dildo start to disappear, she groaned and bit her bottom lip. “you’re taking mommy so well,” wanda expressed, and the words did you no favours in staving off your orgasm that threatened to snap.

with a moan, you focused on the delicious stretch and willed away the building sensation. “fuck,” you gasped out, her fingers on your nipple pinched harder than before, and with the feeling of her sinking inside of you, your hands pulled at the duvet. then, the sensation of wanda almost flush against you made you mewl, and you contracted around the dildo again. wait…

“such a good girl,” wanda purred, and with your eyes falling closed, your clit throbbed at the praise.

the pleasure heightened tenfold when you felt her tongue swirl around your other nipple, and as you moaned out at the feeling, she took it in her mouth and sucked softly. then, wanda’s left hand moved to the back of your left thigh, and with another swirl of her tongue around your nipple, her hips began to move.

as your eyelids fluttered open, you looked down to see a glimpse of the crimson dildo exiting and entering you, and with a gutterel moan, you gazed at wanda, her face against your chest as red hair cascaded over your skin.

you couldn’t believe your eyes, and if it wasn’t for the tip of the dildo hitting against your g-spot that sent pleasure throughout your whole body, you’d assume you were dreaming. “mommy,” you choked out, and your left hand flew to her back as her tongue swirled expertly around your nipple again.

with your palm flat against pale skin, wanda groaned and raised her head from your chest to look at you. then, the hand that was on your right nipple moved to your jugular, and with a flex of her fingers, you felt your head press deeper into the pillows. you moaned at the pressure, and with a harder thrust of her hips, wanda began to hold you down by your neck.

the orgasm you were fighting to hold off was becoming too much to bear, and with your nails scratching at wanda’s back, you felt yourself pulse and contract around the dildo. the older woman’s thrusts were deliberately slow and deep, and with her movements, you felt your stomach twist; you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

your thighs began to shake, and with your right hand moving to your clit, you moaned loudly. “you’re gonna make me cum, oh god,” you proclaimed whilst your fingers rubbed in small circles.

wanda’s eyes dropped to your hand between your legs, and a gasp and a moan fell from her plump lips. “fuck, y/n,” she uttered lowly.

her hand on the back of your thigh hardened, and with a squeeze to your neck, your orgasm hit you hard…incredibly hard, and your eyes clamped shut, and your back arched from the bed again as you began to moan and convulse under wanda.

the redhead watched in amazement, her thrusts remaining the same, and as she fucked into you, they grew restrained as your walls tightened and throbbed around the dildo. wanda didn’t let this stop her, though, and as she watched you cum, her hips moved against you until the scratching on her back ceased and your shallow pants grew normal.

your eyes soon fluttered open, and with green eyes looking down at you, a blissful smile spread on your lips. “fuck,” you croaked out, and as you cleared your throat, your hand on her back stroked softly against the pale skin. “you’re so good.”

wanda panted above you, and with a shift deeper inside of you that made you groan, she leaned down to kiss you. you immediately reciprocated, and gasped into her mouth when wanda’s hips moved as she deepened the kiss. then, as the throbbing around the dildo subsided, you pulled away to look at the older woman.

“i already want to do that again,” wanda professed breathlessly.

the smile on your face widened, and you wanted to hit yourself for forgetting about such a toy, one that had been tucked away in one of your chests of drawers and gone unused. you hadn’t even begun to feel the high of your orgasm leave you, and like wanda, you couldn’t wait to use it again.

“me too, mommy,” you replied. the feeling of her still inside of you made you feel dizzy with arousal, and you knew you’d miss the feeling as soon as you spoke again, but you wanted to make wanda feel as good as she just made you feel. “but, before we do…”

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as she exhaled smoke from her lips, agatha flicked the end of her cigarette and watched the ash fall to the pavement. it was a habit she had long since broken, but agatha was no saint, and every once in a while, she would treat herself to an “emergency cig” - tonight, the emergency was boredom.

you weren’t working to keep her company, and with only a handful of dancers in the building who preferred to sit huddled on chairs near a large radiator due to the cold that crept into house of harkness, she settled for a cigarette to save her from the surprisingly quiet night.

although it was a weekday - which wasn’t always the best for strip clubs - agatha, without fail, received regulars and lone newcomers who just so happened upon the purple neon sign. but tonight was oddly sparse of customers, and her patience was wearing thin.

“i think tonight will be an early close, harry.” agatha voiced, and as her trusted friend stood behind her in the doorway of the club, she took another drag and watched as smoke swirled in front of her before drifting away.

“it has been two hours since our last customer…” harry supposed, and he clicked his tongue, “i wouldn’t say no.”

with another exhale, agatha chuckled. “i bet you wouldn’t,” she quipped. “there’s someone named jack daniels waiting for you, isn’t there?”

harry’s laugh sounded behind her, and as she continued to look out onto the street and at the dark buildings that faced her, he spoke again. “hey! you know i stopped that ages ago.”

agatha turned her head to him, a small smirk on her lips. “just like i’ve stopped smoking?” she asked.

harry shot her a knowing look. “well, it’s called a treat for a reason,” he responded with a shrug, and with a proud nod, agatha returned her gaze to the street.

“that’s my harry,” she smiled, taking another drag before flicking the cigarette onto the pavement, and as she blew out the smoke, she watched it bounce and land in the road. then, with an unearthly feeling creeping in, her attention snapped to the shadow that lay across the other side of the street on the pavement.

agatha felt her gut twinge with the sense of being watched, and as she continued to look, her eyes focused on the patch of darkness, scanning for something. because she always trusted her gut immediately, and the sensation only grew stronger as the seconds ticked by.

then, with a soft gasp escaping her lips, she watched a tall figure step off the curb and move across the road, which looked like a sea of black as it illuminated the remnants of rain under the night sky. the figure was about to step under the lamppost and reveal themselves under its light, and as agatha waited with bated breath, a daunting thought hit her.

then, the sight of harsh light falling on a dark green suit solidified her contemplation, and agatha watched as victor stepped onto the pavement, a grin on his lips.

“now if i were the police, you’d be fined for that,” victor chuckled, his eyes glancing to the end of agatha’s cigarette that lay wet in the road.

at the unexpected voice of a man, harry stepped out of the doorway and stood close to agatha, and as she heard his nostrils flare upon seeing the suited man, she held a hand up, beckoning him to wait.

agatha let her hand fall back to her side, and as she eyed victor, she tilted her head as she felt anger slowly building in her chest. but, with the relieving thought close to her that you weren’t working tonight, she ignored the urge to shout. to scream. to tell this man to leave you alone or she’d make him regret it. “you’ve got some nerve showing up here,” she snorted, folding her arms.

victor chuckled once more and took a step closer until he was standing roughly five feet away from her, and although the action from the tall man wanted to make her take a step back, agatha wasn’t one to back down. she remained firm in where she stood, eyeing him like a hawk.

“three weeks of staying away? that’s a feat for a man like me,” victor responded.

agatha frowned at that and, with a glance at the man’s form, she asked, “and what kind of man are you?”

“an impatient one,” he answered with a smile, and his hands slid into the pockets of his emerald trousers. “do you know how irritating it's been to watch them from the sidelines?”

agatha felt a wave of sickness wash over her, and she frowned harder. watch from the sidelines? “you’ve…” and her right hand balled into a fist that she quickly unclenched. “you’ve been watching her? all this time?”

victor’s smile grew wider, and all agatha could think of was that she needed to talk to you… or better yet, wanda.

a push of breath came from behind, and then in a flash, harry moved past her and stepped to the edge of the step in front of the doorway. “you’ve got one chance to walk away,” he warned, and despite the panic that rose in her upon henry stepping forward, his tone was surprisingly calm; she half expected him to yell, just as she wanted to.

with her eyes glancing between harry and victor, the brunette readied herself. she would be an idiot not to. you never get between two men fighting, and if victor, or, to her dismay, harry, threw a punch, she would need to get out of the way, and fast.

but, with the hopeful thought that the man beside her would remain calm and keep his eyes focused on any slight movements from victor, she stood steadfast in front of your tormenter.

victor smiled at harry with a tilt of his head; something that felt antagonising coming from him. “you were more friendly the last time i saw you,” he quipped, and with his hands remaining in his pockets, agatha’s eyes lingered on them, ready for them to move an inch. “harold, isn’t it?” then he turned to face the brunette. “and you’re agatha.”

harry shifted on his feet, clearly irritated that victor knew his name, and although agatha empathised, she supposed this man was capable of anything, and figuring out a name must be nothing to him. “how do-”

“don’t be alarmed,” victor interrupted with a look at harry and a wave of his right hand. “knowing your names is just simply curiosity. i don’t care about you,” he looked back at agatha, “or you.”

the brunette’s face contorted in confusion, “you care enough to know who we are.”

“you are in y/n’s life, so of course.”

to agatha, victor didn’t need to initiate anything physical, because speaking your name was enough of a punch to the gut. a punch that made her feel sick and her body tingle. “you know her real name?”

with a grin and a proud look flashing across his face at agatha’s stunned demeanour, he nodded. “i wonder why she chose scarlet…?” he mused. “do you know?” victor asked her. then, with no response from agatha, he faced harry. “how about you?”

there was nothing but stunned silence, and he sighed. “you’ve both known her for quite some time; i’m disappointed,” victor tutted.

as agatha’s hands balled into fists, she pushed away the side of her that held back the anger, and with a move off the step that startled harry, she stepped towards victor.

in agatha’s peripheral, she saw harry move to stand beside her, his stance ready. with a passing thankful thought that he trusted her to handle her own, she stood firm… despite the adrenaline coursing through her and the fury she felt towards victor’s sickening interest in you.

agatha ignored the fact that the man loomed over her, and with gritted teeth, she raised her arm and pointed to the right. “get the fuck away from my building.”

“ooo,” victor elongated, and as he licked his lips, he glanced down at agatha’s body. the way he looked at her made her face transform in disgust, and as she lowered her pointed hand, his dark eyes looked at hers again. “i’ve always had a thing for assertive women… you remind me of her, you know? minus the red hair.”

his reaction was the exact opposite of what agatha expected from victor. she thought he would challenge her, maybe take a step back… anything. but flirting? the man’s level of confidence was astounding, and it took her a second before she responded. “i don’t want you, and neither does wanda.”

“oh,” victor chuckled darkly. “wanda and i have more history than you could know. she’ll come back to me eventually, but that whore in the way is certainly a problem.”

agatha hadn’t realised what she’d done until she felt hot pain flash against her palm, and as she watched victor’s head spin to the left, she looked to her right hand and felt a throb through it. “jesus,” harry uttered, and though she didn’t turn to look at him, the brunette knew he looked as shocked as she did.

when victor’s hands slipped out of his pockets, agatha wondered if she had just started something she definitely couldn’t finish. then, when he laughed with a hand rising to touch his reddening cheek, she didn’t know whether to feel reassured or petrified.

“you are just full of surprises, agatha.” victor smirked, looking at her with such a glint in his eye that she knew he was enjoying and feeding off of the conflict. “i’ll let you have that one; I’m not here to fight.” he then looked between agatha and harry and clapped his hands together, making the brunettes shoulders jolt. “well, as riveting as this has been, i have matters to attend to.” victor nodded at harry with a smirk, and with a glance back at agatha and a step away from her, he winked. then, without another word from him, he walked in the direction agatha had pointed to.

with victors broad shoulders and back growing distant in her view, she watched him saunter away until his figure disappeared with a left turn onto another street.

agatha let out a shaky breath and, as she slowly faced harry, the brunette felt the pulsing in her right hand beginning to subside.

with that stinging reminder of victor on her palm and his persistence to interfere with your life, agatha was now certain she wasn’t going to speak to you about this. instead, she knew the redhead was the key to him leaving you alone, and she knew she had to get her to do what it took to keep you out of harms way, even if it came down to wanda letting you go.

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the air around you was quiet, and as you continued to look up at wanda, with your hand on her cheek, you felt like it was the only thing ensuring you from falling into the vast expanse of nothingness that you would happily let swallow you up.

because that would be better than what you were certain was about to happen.

the silence was almost deafening, and its loudness fought against your heartbeat, which thumped in your ears. you had never felt so vulnerable in all your life, and you bit your bottom lip at the foreboding feeling that was beginning to settle deep in your chest. you needed to fill this silence; it was killing you.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, although you weren’t sorry for the confession. you were sorry that you may have fucked this up. “was that-”

wanda’s lips against yours forced the apology back into your mouth, and your hand on her cheek hardened slightly at the surprising action. as it pulled you from the whirlwind of emotions, you kissed her back.

it was short-lived, and as wanda pulled away, she let out a sigh and moved from her position over your naked form to lying on her left side next to you. “you have just said something i’ve been wanting to say for a few days now,” wanda finally spoke, “and i’m not usually the one to be nervous to speak.”

a memory that was embedded in your brain of the older woman’s corporate party flashed in your mind at the words.

“well then, go tell michael that you have to unfortunately leave the party.”

“what will i say if he asks why?”

“that you have overstayed your welcome.”

you smiled widely and, with a turn of your body, you faced wanda and softly laughed, “i’ll say,” but as the memory left your mind, all that resided was the fact that the redhead felt the same way. “but fuck, i’m so happy you said that… i wanted to tell you during our first call.”

“oh honey,” she said, her voice low as she raised the hand that rested on her hip to your left cheek. “i really like you, too, and i’m glad you told me now.”

and with that, the void wasn’t there to take you anymore; wanda had plucked you away from it, and your heart soared. the outcome of being honest travelled far beyond your expectations. is this what cloud nine feels like?

you let out a deep sigh at the relief and happiness, and with her hand still on your cheek, you closed the gap between you.

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after you and wanda had spent a little more time in bed, you could feel hunger setting in, so with a kiss to the redhead’s cheek, you showed her your loungewear and, after you changed into comfortable clothes, you told wanda you’d be in the kitchen.

“i like you in shorts.”

your head turned from the takeaway menus in your hands, and as wanda stepped into your kitchen, your lips parted slightly. she had picked an old t-shirt of yours; you smiled instantly and fully faced her.

then your eyes drifted over long pale legs in a pair of shorts, and your mouth watered at the view. “and i like you in mine,” you hummed, stepping closer to her.

focus, y/n. you pulled your eyes from her thighs and looked at the earthy warmth of wanda’s, and with a raise of the takeaway menus, you wiggled your eyebrows, “care to join me?”

wanda laughed softly, “i’ve certainly worked up an appetite. which one is your favourite?” she asked.

you hummed and turned the front of the menus to face you; that was a tough question.

when you pulled your decision out of the bunch, wanda gasped softly. “i was looking at that one!”

you laughed and leaned in to kiss her right cheek. “great minds think alike,” you rejoiced, then stepped away to reach for the phone, and with the place’s number memorised in your mind, you placed the menus on the countertop and picked the handset up.

it didn’t take too long for it to arrive, and before you knew it, you and wanda were sitting down to enjoy the meal with the tv playing in the background.

you spoke idly in between little breaks in eating, and when you both finished and returned the plates to your kitchen, a thought hit you like a tidal wave, and you tried to will the notion of work out of your mind. but, even after you and wanda returned to your places on the couch-sofa, it lingered. what will happen when i next see victor?

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“what’s one of your favourite shows?” you asked, looking at the redhead as she sat close to you in the cosy corner of your furniture, against a few fluffed-up pillows.

you took a sip from your wine glass whilst your free hand rested on wanda’s bare thighs, and your shoulders touched as you sat side by side. it was so homelike and private; your heart swelled at the setting you were both in, and although it hadn’t been voiced quite yet, you felt like a couple.

time had passed since you both had eaten, and as it grew closer to midnight, your mind grew excited at the prospect that wanda was for certain sleeping over.

she had pitched the idea of opening a bottle of wine (“if you have one”), and with a smile and a joke that you always had at least one in the fridge, you retrieved it with two glasses and ruminated that, since wanda chose to drink, she wouldn’t be driving home.

“definitely the dick van dyke show,” wanda smiled, then took a sip from her glass. “ever since i was a little girl… i would watch it with my family, then as i got older, pietro would joke that i’d grow out of it one day, and when i eventually marry i wouldn’t be as obsessed, but i certainly proved him wrong.” she finished with an awkward, breathy laugh, like there was much more to the story.

your eyebrows raised slightly, but not at the choice of tv show, which was endearing, but at the thought of, is she saying she was married?

you suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised. wanda is thirty-two, and given the almost ten-year age gap between you, she’s had more life experience. “how long has it been since you divorced?” you asked, unsure if wanda would even want to elaborate.

“a year,” the redhead answered. “though it was an annulment, it grew quite messy in the end.”

you frowned at her, and your palm on her thighs moved to stroke softly against her skin. you hated the notion of her battling with any kind of anguish. “i’m sorry,” you lamented, “is it okay now?”

wanda looked down at her glass, hesitating. you stopped stroking her thigh and kept your hand still. “i guess so,” she answered, “he left me alone for the most part, and maybe it was the anniversary passing, but he contacted me today? he was stranger than usual… erratic, almost.” wanda continued to look at her glass. “he told me he’d stopped drinking, was different, and that he was unhappy without me...” she took another sip of wine, then shook her head gently. “but i can hardly believe that. victor is too much of a narcissist to be unhappy without me.”

anxiety swirled in your gut, and as your face hardened, you couldn’t help but retreat slightly from your lean against wanda’s left shoulder. victor? you felt a rush of nausea hit you. victor?

at the change in body language, wanda frowned and, with her left hand moving to your arm, she asked, “what’s the matter?”

this was too weird to be a coincidence, and the memories of the suit-wearing man mentioning a “she” when he’d visited you made that queasy feeling heighten. “wanda…” you started, your grip on the glass losing its friction as your palms grew damp. “what does victor look like?”

she eyed you, confused at your question, but answered anyway. “he’s white and tall… dark hair, dark eyes. he comes with a lot of money, but… not as much as your mommy does.” she winked at you with a smile that didn’t last long as you continued to look at her, and stare in utter shock. “why do you ask, honey?”

her description confirmed it in your mind, and a jolt ran through you. “i don’t know whether to cry or throw up,” you mumbled.

then, with a shift to the wooden table, you set down your wine glass and looked down at your hands. “recently, a man visited house of harkness. just a couple of times and…” you leaned into your hands and put them on your forehead for a brief moment, trying to will yourself to take a deep breath. “the first time was after the corporate party, and he asked if i wanted a drink, i told him no, and then he told me he didn’t drink anymore. i thought it was odd, and i knew he was new to the club, so when he called me scarlet, my heart dropped.”

you felt a hand touch your bare thigh, and when you turned to the contact, wanda looked so worried it made your heart ache. you were both so happy in your bedroom a few hours ago, and now here you were, in your living room, filled with anxiety.

“he was vague the whole time, even when i asked him how he knew it. he eventually told me his name is victor, and that he was curious why she visited,” you continued, your eyes set on wanda’s face, which had paled marginally. “he gave me three hundred in cash and left. then his second visit came last night. i was talking with agatha at the bar, he bought me a drink, then before i had finished it, he wanted to take me for a dance, which was weird… because he didn’t look at me that way.” you paused for a moment as your mouth lacked saliva, and although the wine was just as dry, you picked up the glass to take a sip.

“how did he look at you?” wanda asked, her voice quavering slightly as her hand on your thigh flexed.

“like i was amusing to him?” you supposed; it was your only guess. “he said he liked my boldness, and when i did a specific motion during the dance, he asked if she enjoyed that move. it made me stop… and then that shit-eating grin was on his face again, and he said a pretty young thing like yourself, i’m betting so.”

wanda’s face began to turn so angry that it completely knocked the image you had of how mad she actually could be out of the park. because a jealous wanda looked angry, but this wanda in front of you was… beyond furious.

you were unsure you should carry on, but the dam of truth had already broken the second wanda had said the man’s name, and you couldn’t stop now.

“i needed space between us,” you sniffled as your eyes shifted from the redhead to focus on the rim of your glass. “then i felt the mirror against me, and i tried to tell victor he was confused, but he told me he’d had enough and that he’d see me next time.”

you finished the wine in your glass, and when you set it down on the table again, your body rose from the couch-sofa. the motion was unexpected, but you were beginning to feel overwhelmed in the worst way, and your hands moved to your hips. calm down, you urged yourself. but you could feel it coming…

“wanda i-” your throat tightened, and you briefly looked up at the white ceiling as your eyes burned with tears. “i don’t want there to be a next time, and now that i know he’s talking about you, i just-” you were going to cry, and your hands moved to your face to muffle the sob that was about to come out of you.

“y/n,” wanda breathed, and you felt her arms around you in an instant. the action made you cry harder into your hands, and with the feeling of being in her safe arms, you let yourself unleash the turmoil into her left shoulder. “i… i don’t know what to say. i’m so sorry,” she whispered.

you didn’t know what to say either. you just cried until your body stilled and your shallow breaths grew normal. you hated this. the confusion, the uncertainty, and the lingering feeling of doom over your head were staggering.

“i’m going to call him,” wanda announced, breaking the silence, and her voice, usually so firm, slightly shook with rage. “i will not have him visiting you again.”

you pulled away from the older woman’s shoulder, and your hands on your wet face dropped to her hips. you looked up at wanda and, with a hand of the redhead’s moving to wipe the stains of tears from your flushed skin, you took a deep breath and exhaled. “but… what will he say? what will you say? is he- is victor dangerous?”

“honey, there is nothing more dangerous than a maximoff under threat. i promise you, he’ll regret setting foot in that place,” wanda insisted with a kiss on your forehead. then you felt her warmth leave you as she stepped back, and with your hands on her hips now hanging by yours, you watched as the edge of the couch-sofa touched the back of her legs.

that foreboding feeling returned, and you wanted to yell in frustration. why was it that when you felt a touch of happiness, it was taken from you? it was unfair… you were finally happy with someone, and now that was in jeopardy in the blink of an eye? fucking typical.

your right hand balled into a fist at the thought of losing the older woman. no, don’t get ahead of yourself, you thought. trust wanda, first.

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after spending the night at yours, wanda left before midday, told you she’d fix this mess, and to not go to work until a couple of days had passed.

so, when she left to do exactly what she told you not to do, the redhead eventually stood in her office; the blinds shut, a furious look on her face, and her phone to her ear.

“darling!” victor greeted after a few rings. “this is unexpected.”

the second she heard his voice, she bit her bottom lip as the feeling of throttling victor came back tenfold. “are you out of your fucking mind?” wanda seethed into the phone.

she was beyond angry, and with the privacy glass that made up her office walls being soundproof, she let loose the built-up fury that started when you told her of victor’s visits to you.

“wanda, wow, wow. what’s with the hostility?” victor asked, his voice seeping with such false innocence that it made her feel sick. “if i can change, then surely you can rein in the temper your father gave you.”

the redhead ignored the comment, and as she whirled around, she looked at her chair, and then her desk, and then the stack of stapled papers that she had yet to look through. “you haven’t changed,” she spat, “victor von doom will always be perpetual, and a piece of shit not worth marrying.”

victor laughed in wanda’s ear, “i would love to agree with you, my love, but i simply don’t know where this anger has come from, and i can’t help you.”

the terms of endearment and his smug demeanour that wanda had confused with confidence when they first met made her free hand clench, and as she felt her nails dig into her palms, she tried to tell herself to calm down. but you were scared, and she was irate.

“my advice, victor,” wanda enunciated with a snarl of her lip, “is to never go to that club again, or so help me god-”

“you’re so hot when you’re angry,” victor interrupted with a purr, and she cringed as she moved the phone away from her ear slightly. “do you remember when you threw your drink at that woman?” he asked. “in that italian place we love. you had come back from the toilet, walked over to our table, and saw her sitting down in your seat.”

“don’t talk to me about that! i don’t want to hear about it,” wanda raged, and she closed her eyes briefly in frustration. it was always a song and dance with victor; beating around the bush, uttering riddles and causing headaches just because he could.

though, of course she remembered it… how could she not? she had never done anything like that before, and with slight mortification and anger swirling inside her, she had walked away from the table and ignored victor when he called her name and walked after her.

wanda shook away the memory and exhaled through her nostrils. “we had an annulment, and that means you need to move on to someone else to torture.”

“but i didn’t mean any of it!” victor’s voice rose into a desperate plea, and wanda’s eyebrows furrowed at his change of tone. he was just as erratic during his surprising phone call before her trip to your apartment. “i was an idiot, and drunk all the time… i honestly don’t even remember hitting you, wands.”

the redhead sucked in a breath, and her nails in her palm dug harder. “well i do,” wanda sneered, “and like i said a year ago, that will never happen again.” she promised. “i can include my father in this if you’d like… do you remember when he broke your ribs?” the redhead mimicked his words back to him, and as she released the tension against her palm, she moved the hand to run her fingers through her hair.

the line was silent for a moment, and all wanda could do was listen to the white noise that radiated into her ear.

“what do you even see in her, wanda?” victor’s voice grumbled out, and at the mention of you, wanda wanted to magic him through the phone and break his ribs herself. “a young dancer? what, are you going through an early midlife crisis or…?”

“two visits with her and you think you’ve got it all figured out?” wanda retorted with a sardonic laugh, and the hand in her hair fell to the wood of her executive desk as she stepped closer to it. “that god complex of yours is trifling, victor. don’t contact me, and don’t you dare visit scarlet again, because i’ll know, and that’ll be the last wrong decision you make.”

wanda didn’t wait for victor to reply; she moved the phone away from her ear and pressed the red button on the screen. with an inhale and a deep exhale, wanda looked down at her hand on the desk and how it shook.

she needed to see you... the urge burned within her, so as she grabbed her bag and stormed out of her office, she muttered to monica that she was done for the day.

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“why didn’t you tell me this last night?” agatha asked, her hands holding one of yours as she looked at you with concern written on her face. “i would have- look, i’m going to tell henry, and he won’t let this victor back in, okay?”

you nodded in response to her; your throat was too tight to speak further, and you just stared at her as tears fell.

after wanda left, you showered, dressed yourself and called agatha to tell her you wouldn’t be coming in for a couple of days. and now, after a worried knock at your door from her, you were both sitting on your couch-sofa, and you had told her what you had told wanda; the emotions hit you all over again, and your bottom lip had trembled the moment you let agatha into your apartment.

“listen kid,” she began, a hand rising to tilt your chin up, “i know this is scary, but you are stronger than you think, and you have me, you have henry, and now you have wanda.”

there was a knock at your front door, and you and agatha looked towards the noise. clearing your throat, your wiped the tears from your cheeks, and, confused who it’d be, you motioned for agatha to stay seated.

then, you rose from the couch-sofa, and after walking towards the doorway with a heavy reluctance in your footsteps, you reached to open it.

you immediately eyed red hair as you slowly pulled the door towards you, and you felt that safe feeling return when you fully opened it. “wanda… i wasn’t expecting you.” she looked slightly deflated in the different clothes she wore, which were a long black coat over a brown jumper, and a striped shirt with black trousers and boots.

for once, what wanda was wearing wasn’t at the forefront of your mind, and although she looked so attractive, the urge to hug away wanda’s sadness resided there instead. “are you okay?” you asked, a hand leading her inside as you spoke. then, as you shut your door, your right hand moved to rest against her right bicep.

she looked at the touch, and to your surprise, wanda pulled you in for a hug, and with your lips parting slightly, you hugged her back, harder. a few moments passed and with bated breath and your face stricken with concern, you waited for her to speak.

for a moment, she was quiet except for her breathing, which she was attempting to control. then she pulled away from the hug to look at you. “i needed to see you after i called him,” wanda uttered. “victor said- he brought up the past, and it just made me…”

you weren’t aware of what ‘the past’ consisted of for wanda, and although you wanted to know everything about her, it was probably for the best at the moment; you were too scared to even think about what he could have done to make her revert from her usual confident self.

“y/n? are you okay?” agatha asked near the doorway, and as she stepped through the opening, her eyes shot from you to wanda. “oh,” she voiced. “it’s you.”

the redhead stiffened beside you, and at the unexpected sight of agatha before her, you watched wanda’s back straighten, and her hands fixed her hair that had been pushed out of place by the embrace. she then put her hands in her coat pockets, and suddenly, wanda didn’t look sad anymore... her eyebrows weren’t furrowed, and, instead of a frown, she smiled at the brunette. “agatha, hi,” she breathed out.

stunned, you turned your gaze from wanda to the woman opposite you.

this is not how you wanted them to meet, and you cursed the thought. all of this was so unfair, and you despised things out of your control. you despised the gnawing feeling that scratched at your brain, yelling at you to correct the wrong.

everything had felt so right up until you asked her how long it had been since she’d been divorced. maybe being blissfully unaware that their annulled marriage happened would have been better? but, it was a foolish question with one answer.

“wanda maximoff,” agatha declared, tearing your mind from your thoughts, and a smile twitched at her lips as she glanced between you and the redhead. “i’ve heard a lot about you.” don’t tease her, you thought. it was certainly not the time for it.

“all good things i hope,” wanda replied, making you look at her, and as the three of you stood in the open doorway before your kitchen and living room, you wondered if life was gonna throw you any more curveballs. “i’m regretful we’re meeting like this. i’ve heard a lot about you, too, and i know you’re important to y/n.”

you couldn’t help the smile on your face at this, and with your right hand, you placed it around wanda to rest it against her lower back. she looked at you briefly, and you felt your heart rate pick up at the soft smile she gave you.

“it is a shame…” agatha replied agreeingly, and then her eyebrows raised at the redhead. “do you have that dog on a leash now?” she asked.

you gasped softly, your head turning to face the woman as she stood with her arms now crossed. “jesus, agatha, where’s your tact?”

but wanda chuckled softly beside you, and when you looked at her, the smile on her face reached her eyes. the sight made you feel slight relief; you hated seeing the look of sorrow on her face, and when wanda stopped looking at agatha again, you smiled at her with such desire to kiss her, your heart leapt.

“it’s okay, honey.” she said, then she motioned with her head for you to continue further in your apartment. “and he is under control.” wanda added, looking at agatha as the three of you stepped through the space and towards the kitchen on your left. “i hope you already have the foresight to tell the doorman that victor isn’t welcome back.”

“don’t you worry that red head of yours. i’ll be doing that soon,” agatha replied, then shot a knowing look at you as she turned on the heels of her boots and walked past the kitchen, into the living room and toward the same spot she’d been sitting.

with a hand holding wanda back in the kitchen as the brunette sat on the couch, you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “what did he say?” you asked. wanda’s hands then cupped your cheeks, and with a smile, she placed a soft kiss on your lips.

though a little surprised, you hummed at the feeling, and before she could pull away, your hands wrapped around her forearms.

you savoured the feeling of her mouth, and with another soft hum, you retreated to look at her. “wanda?” you uttered softly.

“he shouldn’t be bothering you again,” the redhead attested, and she adjusted your hands around her forearms to hold them. with a reassuring squeeze, she continued, “i’m glad agatha’s here for you.” she looked over at the space of the living room, then chuckled awkwardly. “though i wasn’t prepared to see her…” her gaze shifted back to you. “my fault for showing up unannounced.”

you frowned at her, your hold on her hands tightening; you felt lucky she came here at all, and unannounced visits from wanda were like a happy surprise that you would welcome time and time again. “you can come here whenever you want to, planned or not.” you vowed, then with a smile, you asked her if she’d like a drink, and after accepting a cup of tea, you and wanda joined agatha in the living room.

“are you okay, wanda?”

the redhead’s head shot up to agatha at the unexpected question as she sat beside you, and as she cleared her throat to speak, she adjusted herself on the couch, sitting with her left leg crossed over her right. “i-” she smiled softly, clearly strucken by the cornern and gazed at the woman at the end of your corner couch-sofa. “i’m fine, thank you.”

she nodded at wanda, returning the smile. “so,” agatha started, shifting to look at you, “tonight i’ll be keeping the club closed.” your eyebrows raised at her, but she continued. “and before you say anything, it’s not a big deal.”

“okay,” you smiled at her as she sat to your left, with wanda sitting beautifully to your right. “i won’t argue. so what’s your idea instead?” you asked as you felt the redhead’s eyes on you.

“i was thinking we could go out ourselves?” agatha asked hesitantly. “not to a strip club… i just mean drinking, and it doesn’t have to be for long, but wouldn’t it be nice to let loose for a little? forget about your cares and worries?”

you turned to look at wanda, who was already staring back at you, and with a look on your face of ‘should we?’, you put a hand on her left thigh. “what do you think?” you asked, and a feeling of hope sparked within you that she’d say yes.

though heavy turmoil had seeped into the past two days, going clubbing with wanda was something you hadn’t even thought of and the notion excited you. you wanted to do anything with wanda, and watching her dance, whilst you both drank and forgot about the mess you were in, sounded too intriguing.

the redhead seemed sceptical at first, but at the look on your face, she then smiled and placed her left hand on top of yours. “i think it could be fun, but…” she looked at agatha, “where did you have in mind?”

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as you stepped through the doors of the club agatha had chosen, the muffled sound of music grew clear. the brunette paid for the three of you to enter, and as you all did, you looked around, surprised there were more people in the place than you thought there’d be for a weekday.

agatha walked in front of you and wanda as you walked hand in hand, and as you looked down at your body, you checked that you were still presentable. you had changed into a dark red knitted cropped jumper, with black jeans, and boots. comfortable, but nice.

with your direction heading toward the bar as you both followed agatha, you looked at wanda. red and green lights that rotated around the club flashed over her face, and you smiled. she’s perfect.

“three white wines, please!” agatha called out to a free bartender when you reached the edge of the long bartop that travelled the length of a half circle. “large.” she added, and as the brunette paid, you looked around the space.

you had, of course, been out drinking with agatha before, but this place was new to you.

the music, like all the rest, boomed loudly, and it vibrated in your chest, but it looked fancier than the others. this one had high ceilings and balconies with metal balusters that ran the length of the top floor. you gazed up at the people smoking, drinking, and laughing, and with a nudge to your left arm, you peeled your eyes away and towards agatha.

“here you go, kid.” her voice was loud near your ear, and she handed you a well-filled wine glass.

you smiled at her and took a sip; citrus hit your tongue immediately, and you hummed, surprised, “wow, this is really nice!” you yelled back to her.

she shrugged with a grin, “what can i say? even the house wine at this place is better than most.”

you laughed and yelled back a “thank you.” before taking another sip, or more so, a gulp.

then you turned to the redhead beside you, who held her own glass, and stepped towards her. the high-pitched tink of glass was swallowed by the booming music as you clinked your wine glass against hers. “come here often, gorgeous?” you winked.

she laughed at you and shook her head. “is that how you’d pick me up if we met here?” she yelled back.

the question made you pause slightly. would you even have the confidence to approach someone like wanda in this setting? let alone be bold enough to throw her a pick-up line or two? you took a sip of your wine and leaned into her ear. “i’d ask you if you’d like to dance with me.”

you pulled away, and wanda parted her lips slightly. then she glanced at agatha who you hadn’t noticed had sparked a conversation with someone near the spot you’d ordered drinks, and as you turned, your eyes widened when they landed on a tall brunette in a purple, floral, embroidered dress.

you gasped, and your free hand grabbed wanda’s right forearm. her wine glass wobbled in her hand, and the drink spilt slightly onto the floor, but you didn’t have time to care. “wanda,” you marvelled, “that’s agatha’s ex.”

rio was opposite agatha as they stood in conversation, and although they didn’t look angry at each other, you could imagine agatha had some choice words for her. the urge to check on the woman you cared for stirred within you, but agatha was close to wanda in age, so she could certainly handle it without your interruption. i’ll check on her later, you thought.

you looked back to wanda, and as she turned away from the sight, she shot you an awkward smile. “what are the chances… is it good or bad?”

you thought for a moment, but shrugged and leaned in to speak close to her ear. “i guess we’ll find out soon… so, what about that dance, mommy?”

you felt wanda’s hot breath hit your cheek as you pulled away, and with a bite of her bottom lip, she moved her glass out of the way and closed the gap between you.

your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed wanda back, and with the booming music echoing around you, a feeling of happiness spread through you. you wanted to hold on to that sensation; it was drowning out the foreboding feeling that had resided since the day you met victor.

your free arm hooked around her lower back, and your fronts pressed against each other as you deepened the kiss. your head reeled, and when you pulled away, wanda looked besotted.

she exhaled through plump lips and, with a smirk etched on her lips, she leaned back in to speak. “okay, sweet girl,” she answered, “you’ve wooed me.”

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a couple of hours had passed since you had your first drink, and with your back pressed against wanda’s front, that was now coatless (courtesy of the coat room), you closed your eyes briefly as you both moved on the dance floor, fitting together like puzzle pieces as people danced around you.

her hands travelled down your waist, and with the feeling of it as well as the several drinks you and wanda had consumed whirling in your mind, you ground your ass against the older woman.

wanda’s hands gripped your hips at the action, and the urge to kiss her burned within you. being able to dance with (and on) her so publicly felt like a breath of fresh air compared to being at work, in the small space of a booth, and lingering policy of ‘no touching’.

with the thought i’m glad i came heavy on your lips, you twirled in her hands, and your eyes landed on the readhead’s flushed face and hooded eyes. she looked hungry for you, and the sight drove you forward to kiss her.

“y/n!”

agatha’s voice sounded loudly near you and you reluctantly pulled away from wanda as her hands fell from your hips. her gaze shifted and you followed her eyes to the brunette behind you and, to your surprise, rio was still standing next to her.

“agatha, hey!” you yelled.

she smiled at you and leaned close to your ear. “i promise i’m not bailing, but rio’s hungry.” agatha pulled away and bit her bottom lip; she looked nervous.

with your shoulders feeling lighter and your mind filled with nothing but wanda and the music, you leaned in and kissed her left cheek. “wanda and i will be fine here! you should go spend some time alone with her and talk.”

with a knowing look from agatha, you smiled as she gave your left hand a squeeze. then you nodded goodbye to rio and hoped that by tomorrow you would hear some good news about them; agatha deserved to be happy.

you turned back to wanda and, with a grin on your face and that happy feeling lingering, you stepped closer with your hands moving to her hips. “it’s just you and i now, miss maximoff.” you spoke loudly.

wanda’s hands rested on your shoulders, and she leaned into your left ear with a small smirk. “yes it is… you’re all alone and all mine.”

the words were hot against your ear, and your eyelids briefly faltered shut whilst your hands gripped her hips. you were tipsy and turned on in a high-end club with wanda. you couldn’t believe it; it felt like a fever dream.

wanda leaned away, and as you looked back at her whilst her form flashed with the colours that rotated on mounted lights, she motioned her head towards a section behind her and away from the dance floor. “i need the toilet, come with me.”

looking where she motioned to, you saw a distant sign indicating the toilet area and you nodded in response. then, with her right hand taking your left, she led you toward the lit-up ‘wc’ sign and wormed through dancing bodies. then after ascending a set of thin steps, your feet were on the main floor again. you briefly eyed the sign attached to the ceiling that travelled a speaker-less and small dimly lit corridor until you were greeted by three doors.

the one on the right was where you and wanda needed to go, and as she led you closer, the music now becoming distant behind you, the door on the left sounded as it swung up, along with the smell of men emanating from it.

wanda turned to look, and with a slight squeeze of your hand, she stopped unexpectedly, and your chest collided with her back. as you were about to ask her if she was okay, you followed her gaze to the door on the left; that’s when your eyes widened.

“hello, ladies.”

the door behind the tall, smug-looking man swung closed, and your free hand, that wasn’t held by wanda’s, moved to her bicep, squeezing slightly. why did he have to be here?

“victor… what ar-” wanda briefly twisted her neck to look at you, and with her posture straightening, her body grew firm in front of you. “what are you doing here?”

“this is quite the surprise,” he teased, ignoring wanda’s question, and as he took a step forward, her hand gripped yours as she stood sturdy as a wall, covering half of your body. “are you giving her a public dance now?” victor asked, looking at you. “i hope she’s still paying for it.”

“don’t,” wanda barked, “talk to her.” and her body moved until you couldn’t see victor anymore.

you swallowed dryly, and with your tipsy mind yelling at you to focus and sober up quickly, you looked at red hair that cascaded over wanda’s back.

“there it is,” victor cooed, and his tone caused your body to step to the right until your vision landed on a sickly grin as he looked at wanda. “always so protective over what you deem to be yours.” his eyes locked on you and he made a motion of his head to the older woman. “watch out for this one, when i was in your shoes, she assaulted a woman for just talking to me.”

your eyebrows furrowed at his words, and your head tilted up to look at wanda.

she was staring straight ahead as her face contorted in anger. she assaulted someone? what is he talking about? you thought. “wanda?” your voice was quiet beside her, but it pulled her gaze away from the tall man and her green eyes were back on you.

the redhead’s face softened slightly and she shook her head. “his words are twisted-” she murmured the words as her face grew mad all over again, and her head whirled to victor. “you’re making it sound worse than it was!”

the dim lights above illuminated over his outfit; a suit, one of the few you had grown to hate, though this one black with a green waistcoat and handkerchief, and as he laughed, he put his hands in the pockets of his trouser pants. “what would i gain by twisting that?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

wanda was silent for a moment. you stared at her; she looked as if she were studying him… calculating what to do next, and your right hand on her bicep flexed at the tension-filled silence, despite the distant music that echoed from the corridor behind you.

“wands, listen to me,” he began.

your head snapped to victor, and your eyebrows furrowed at the nickname. “no, don’t call her that!” you commanded, and with the heightened confidence (due to the drinks) and anger that now swirled in you, your hands retreated from wanda as you took a step around her. “shut your mouth.”

wanda’s hands moved to your waist to stop you from moving closer to him, and you could feel her eyes on you as you bore yours into the suited snake; then, when victor laughed, you wanted to do nothing but punch him square in the face.

“she has a voice at last!” victor bellowed, standing firm. “i’ve got to say, you’re more talkative in that club.” he shot wanda a wink, and she tensed as she continued to hold your waist. “she’s talented, i’ll give you that.”

“hey!” a voice called behind you at the start of the corridor, but you didn’t turn your gaze from him, and neither did wanda. “victor!”

with another call, his head turned to eye someone behind you, then his smirk transformed into a smile, and he stepped forward, “eric! hey, look who i just bumped into.”

victor turned to wanda again, but she didn’t reply or rotate to face victor’s friend. instead, her hands on your midsection urged you forward, and before you knew it, the door to the women’s grew closer as she directed you both to it.

neither of you looked back, and with a swing of the door, you were in a small white-painted area, then you passed through the second door that opened up to a large white-tiled room with several dark wooden toilets lined up, and opposite, a large mirror and wooden sink area.

your head was reeling with a million thoughts, and your hands flew to cover your face as you stood still and took a deep breath, willing your loud mind to calm down.

as the last door closed, the older woman span you in your arms to face her and then, in a blink, you saw red hair and a concerned looking wanda holding your hands away from your face “are you okay?” she asked, and before you could even answer, she parted your hands to wrap your arms around her waist and threw hers around your neck, pulling you in for a hug. “i can’t believe he was… i hated that.”

your eyes fixated on the wooden door you’d entered through as you breathed deeply into the embrace; your mind was torn between protecting and wanting to be protected.

though you weren’t sure what victor was capable of, you remembered how deflated wanda looked before she met agatha, and with the older woman’s sad demeanour in your mind, your body was struck with the former. you moved out of her hold; you needed to protect her.

“no,” you croaked out, and took one final deep breath before stepping past wanda. “i have more to say to him.” your hands balled into fists as you thought about how happy you’d felt before your venture to the toilet area and your right hand unclenched and reached for the handle.

the door opened and closed in one quick motion, and as you looked at your hand that tightly held the handle, you could feel her behind you. then, her breath near your left ear.

“y/n,” wanda spoke softly, “stop.” your eyes glanced to her right hand flat against the door above the handle, and you sighed. if you forced your way out and confronted victor, wherever he was in the club by now, you’d change what you and wanda had. “please. if he hurts you too…” her voice became a broken whisper, and the sound of it caused your eyes to burn with tears. what did she mean?

you turned around in the space between the door and wanda, and with her arm still extended against it, your heart rate picked up. “hurt…? what are- who else has he hurt?” you asked. but, the look on her face said it all… and you knew you were right to be scared to ask about her past. “really?” you croaked out, and your hands cupped her cheeks. “what did-?” the question struggled to come out. wanda in pain made you feel sick.

“before the annulment…” the redhead started, then let out a shaky sigh. “his drinking was terrible, and it just enhanced who he was. i have three memories of that, and if i have him doing that to you in my mind too, i’ll crack.” wanda’s bottom lip began to tremble, and with the sight of it, your hands on her face moved to the back of her head, and you stepped forward to hug her.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, trying your best to hold in the flood of tears that threatened to spill. “i won’t speak to him. i-i’m here with you.” your eyes closed as wanda let out a shaky breath in your hold. no wonder she looked so down after her phone call with victor…

as you continued to hold wanda, you knew you needed to do something. you couldn’t let this man terrorise her anymore, and with the anger and nausea that whirled in you like a brewing storm, you swore to yourself that you’d figure something out whilst staying true to your promise.

I won’t speak to him.

ᗢ

a week had passed since your night out, and with each passing day, though they had been filled with wanda, they had been covered with a grey cloud of unease. you hadn’t been to work since, and although the thought of losing out on money irked you, you needed to stay away from the club for a short while.

“y/n?”

your ears pricked at the sound of wanda, and as you sat up on the couch-sofa slightly, you turned your head from the tv to the kitchen. the sound of dick van dyke continued to play behind you, and then wanda, donning a black silk pyjama set and dressing gown, stepped into view.

you smiled at the sight of her and looked at her hands, which held two different flavours of popcorn. “which one should i choose?” she asked.

“whichever you desire, gorgeous,” you replied, and shifted to rest your right arm on the back of your couch as you eyed wanda’s bare legs.

you appreciated the view, and when your gaze shifted up to her face, she cocked an eyebrow at you. “and what do you desire, ms?” she asked, looking down at her form before raising her gaze back to you with a small smirk on her lips.

you felt heat travel to your face, and then, with a breathy laugh, you straightened, and your right hand scratched softly at the material of the couch-sofa. “well… always you,” you replied. “but, this is about popcorn.”

“i have more of these, you know?” she glanced at her lounge wear again, and when her green eyes bore back into you, your lips parted at the notion.

it was a mouth-watering thought; her clothes, forever expensive, leaked into all types, day or night, and you were going to see more of the redhead in gorgeous silk sets that made your heart beat travel between your legs. oh god.

“i plan to stay here for as long as i need to,” wanda maintained, with a smile, “and i brought plenty in different colours.”

“you did?” you asked, your mouth drying whilst your hand that scratched the back of the couch-sofa grabbed at the wood under the material. “i guess my eyes will be wondering a whole lot then.”

“you can look at mommy all you want,” she uttered, her voice so low and sultry, fuck, it made your head spin with desire. the redhead’s hands that held the popcorn lowered, and the plastic packaging crinkled under her grip. “darling,” wanda smiled as if an idea came to her mind.

“yes?” you answered, and in a black sports bra and pair of loose shorts, you rubbed your bare thighs together as you felt your clit begin to throb. you wanted her to rid you of what you wore, and the look on her face only enhanced the excitement you were already feeling. then your hands itched to touch her.

“i’ve changed my mind about the popcorn…” wanda replied, and your head tilted at her curiously. “be a good girl and lie down for me,” she continued, and your right hand’s grip on the back of your couch-sofa hardened at the words. “get comfortable, i’ll be right back.”

at wanda’s command, you told her you would and watched as she walked out of sight and into the kitchen. then with a giggle, you lay on your back, propping your head against a pillow and felt your stomach swirl with arousal.

wanda had been staying at your apartment for the past week, and every day, she took care of you in ways you hadn’t been before (and your libido had never been higher).

despite everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, she was safe, present, and with you. and with a muse that with wanda in your life, everything would be okay, you smiled softly at your ceiling and listened to the episode of dick van dyke that continued to play.

then, the redhead entered your living room again, and you bit your lip in anticipation as her footsteps grew closer before stopping at the space behind the back of the couch-sofa.

you tilted your head from the white ceiling and to your right to see red hair cascading around a beaming smile, and then wanda’s eyes glanced down your body before returning her gaze to your face. “you look so good, baby,” the older woman purred, her eye contact with you unrelenting as her hands began to untie her silk dressing gown, and when it slipped from her shoulders to the floor, you rose from your pillow. she tutted, then, stepped flush against the back of the couch-sofa. “what did i say?” she asked, and a broken moan fell from your lips when her right hand wrapped around your neck. the question, though, was rhetorical, because in a swift movement, wanda’s hand guided your head back to the pillow with a soft thud. “lie down.”

her fingers and thumb flexed against your jugular, and your left hand rose from your side to her bicep as you felt your clit throb harder at the feeling of wanda holding you down. “fuck,” you gasped out, “please, mommy.” your body ached for her; you needed her now.

wanda tilted her head at you, a feigned pout displayed on her bottom lip, “please, what?” she asked, and your lower back arched slightly from the couch-sofa, desperate to be closer to her. with your brain quickly turning to mush at what wanda was doing, you struggled to form any sentences or words, and your eyes closed when her hand squeezed your neck once more. “god, look at you…” the redhead cooed, “my girl.”

your eyes shot open at the term, and your heart rate rose impossibly further. my girl. you might combust, and with your head swimming with her voice, you moaned, and your hold on her arm tightened. “all yours,” you breathed out, and when wanda smiled at you with a release of your neck, she rounded the couch-sofa and the look in her eyes told you you were about to be ravaged.

you wanted nothing more, and with a smile back at her, your heart pounded in your chest; you were enamoured with her, enamoured and all hers.

ᗢ

music echoed through your chosen booth, and as you danced in front of a young man, he watched with a drunken gaze that made you want to roll your eyes. though despite the urge, you smiled all the same. you are enjoying yourself, remember that.

no one wanted a mundane dancer, and you certainly didn’t want to be one.

performing in strip clubs is half being a saleswoman and half having the skills to dance, and without the former, you are just another dancer; scarlet could not just be another dancer. you had bills to pay, things to buy yourself, and now, with a certain redhead in your life, you wanted to buy her things, even if she had the millions to do it herself.

so when you came to work, you dressed yourself in what you knew best and out walked scarlet.

the thought dawned on you that you were probably called your stage name more than your real name. but instead, you pushed away the notion and continued to dance with a lustrous sway of your hips to the slow beat of the song.

if you thought just hard enough, thick red hair would be behind you, as would an expensive suit and hands gripping the seat. you let your imagination soothe you through the rest of the dance, and when the timer eventually sounded to signal that the man’s dance was over, your mind screamed wanda.

ᗢ

an hour later, you sat alone in one of the chairs on the main floor, your eyes on your phone as you scrolled through twitter while you sipped at a drink a customer had bought for you.

it was beginning to reach a short, slow period of the night, and you welcomed it vehemently, no matter the amount. you felt more tired than usual and needed this moment to yourself, to savour the club that was now asbent of bustling conversation; only the floor's music that played through the speakers could be heard.

when you scrolled through your feed, you liked a few tweets, laughed softly into your straw at a few more, and then, your thumb froze as your mind registered yourself on the screen.

you buffered slightly as you watched your twitter feed continue its scroll until it came to a slow stop at the lack of your touch. your thumb twitched as you doubted what you saw. it couldn’t be… could it?

you placed your drink on the table and scrolled back up, quickly passing by tweets you didn’t care for.

instead, your eyes were peeled in search of a picture you were unsure was there, and after a brief moment, you saw it. holy shit, you thought, your right hand slapping against your mouth in astonishment as you laughed softly into it.

wanda maximoff pictured with date (unknown) at the celebration of the new launch.

your eyes read the caption of the tweet over and over again until you tore your eyes from it and looked at the attached image that caught your eye in the first place.

you and wanda walked hand in hand towards the hotel's revolving door, and the thought that you both looked really good together was then shoved away by the confusing one of- where the hell was the photographer? you swear no one was around you except the people who walked by on the street and those who were also entering the hotel.

you would be sure you’d see a camera aimed at you. but… clearly not.

you moved your hand from your mouth, and as you felt your it drying at the weird feeling settling in your gut, you reached for your glass on the table.

the urge to call wanda and tell her what you saw stirred within you, and when the thought struck your mind that you lacked the minutes to make calls and texts, you felt annoyance for the first time at your phone and its new hindrance to you.

with a sigh, you cursed yourself for being the reason you couldn’t contact wanda and instead took a misery-filled sip of the rest of your drink. you locked your phone, placed the empty glass on the table, and shifted in your chair.

“need another drink, miss?”

the sound of a man’s voice made your shoulders jolt, and as you looked up from the table, a dark-haired, tall, suited man stood before you, his gaze focused as he looked down.

the feel of him leering over you made your eyebrows furrow slightly, and your body to lean away in your chair as you looked up at him.

“i’m fine, thank you.” you forced a small smile as you spoke, keeping your eyes on him as you returned your now locked phone to its spot in the clutch on your lap.

the weird feeling you felt earlier still lingered, and when the man took a step back, he, to your dismay, took a place in the seat opposite you.

so called moment to yourself, you thought.

he gestured his hands at you, accepting your decline to a drink, and then adjusted in the seat before he sat comfortably. “i don’t drink anymore,” he announced, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.

what a strange response. “you don’t?” you asked, and you couldn’t help but watch him closely. he wore a grey suit, a creaseless white shirt that peeked behind a green waistcoat, and a tie that matched the suit perfectly. you eyed the white handkerchief in the pocket square of his jacket before averting your gaze back to his face. “then what do you drink?”

and although you didn’t care to ask, he clearly wanted a conversation from you. so, with the possibility of making money during the small, quiet period you had entered, you told yourself to do the usual.

ask questions, they love it.

“when i’m out? usually soda water,” he responded, and the answer almost made you cringe. “at home, coffee is my go-to.” the man finished, and before you could reply back with another question, he surprisingly asked you one. "so, what do you drink, scarlet?”

oh. you felt your stomach drop slightly.

the use of your alias from a man you for certain had never danced or interacted with made you pause; his question quickly forgotten as you felt yourself frown slightly. you forced a neutral face and shifted to prop your left elbow against the arm of the chair. “you know my name?” you asked as you eyed him.

he smiled at you. “well, you’re quite the popular one in here, aren’t you?”

his vague answer made a slight frown creep between your eyebrows again. “i- i wouldn’t say-”

“don’t be modest,” he interrupted you with a wave of his right hand. “you shouldn’t go through life doubting yourself, own it!” he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, and his dark eyebrows raised at you. “peace and order isn’t brought with uncertainty, scarlet.”

as you listened, you fought away the contortion of perplexity that wanted to spread across your face as you stared at him and his bizarre manner. “you know, it’s eccentric to speak so deeply with a man i don’t know the name of,” you responded.

he hummed. “i guess you're right. i accept that,” the man conceded, then leaned back in his chair before adjusting his suit jacket. “my name is victor.”

victor, you mused, locking the strange man’s name into the crevices of your brain. “and what brings you to house of harkness, victor?”

he smiled knowingly at your question, “well what does every other customer come in here for?”

you thought for a moment as you watched him inquisitively. from his peculiar demeanour, the incredibly fancy clothes he wore and the touch of arrogance in the way he spoke, you knew that what he alluded to wasn’t what he was here for.

customers who wanted to see a performance didn’t greet dancers with such… poise.

you shook your head gently, feeling your hair ghost the skin of your cheeks as you did. “no,” you started, shifting in your chair to cross your left leg over your right. “that’s not what you are here for.”

victors eyebrows raised with a smirk, twitching at his lips. “and what makes you so sure?”

“i’ve never met a customer like you before,” you candidly answered, and as your right hand moved to play with the metal chain handle on your lap, you wondered what he could possibly want at this place, and what he wanted with you. “have you ever been in a strip club before?” you asked.

with the arrogant smirk on his lips remaining, he interlocked his fingers and gazed around at the empty table and chairs around you. then the chandeliers and purple fairy lights that hung overhead. “i haven’t, and i must say, it’s not as shabby as i thought it would be.”

you ignored the backhanded compliment towards your workplace and sat up straight in your chair.

the leather touched your bare back once more, and the sensation made you realise that victor hadn’t once ogled your lingerie-clad body; naturally, the complete opposite of what customers usually did.

“so, what inspired your visit?” you asked, and his dark eyes bore into yours. what was this man’s problem?

“i was just curious why she visited,” victor said casually, and at this point, you couldn’t hide it on your face anymore; you were beyond puzzled and becoming quite annoyed with the riddles.

who was he talking about? he shifted to the edge of the seat and reached inside his suit jacket.

victor then pulled a wallet out of it and eyed it, and while you continued to glower at the man in front of you, he pulled cash out. “question time is over now. till next time, scarlet.”

next time? you were so confused, and when he placed the money on the small square table, he rose from the seat.

you instantly uncrossed your legs, then, with your right hand holding your clutch, you stood up. your mind was yelling at you to tell him to stop, to ask him more questions.

but before you could speak further, he swiftly tucked his wallet away, turned from the table and walked away. you watched him walk past a few dancers who sat at a table near the bar, then head to pass the reception desk. you tore your eyes away when the wall partition cut off your view of him, and with the sound of double doors closing, you gazed down at the cash on the table.

it looked like a few hundred in bills, and you let out a deep sigh as your mind reeled from the bizarre interaction.

ᗢ

“wanda, wait,” you gasped loudly, your left hand resting against the roof of the car you were in, whilst your right thread through that thick orange hair you adored so much. her tongue was swirling around the skin of your neck, and your eyelids faltered slightly as you relished in the feeling. “your driver is-”

“behind that privacy screen is someone who can’t hear us, i promise.”

as you looked at the pale-covered partition that stopped the driver from seeing into the back, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips. you felt naughty, despite the complete privacy and unaware driver, and if you were being honest, it enhanced the excitement wanda had stirred in you the moment she kissed you in the back of the car and moved to your neck.

when the redhead leaned back up to kiss you again, you happily let her deepen the kiss as her right hand moved around your waist to rest on your lower back.

you moaned softly into her mouth, and your hand moved from the roof of the car to join your other hand that tangled in her hair.

the sound of wanda’s phone ringing in her suit jacket pocket sounded, and when she pulled away from the kiss, her dilated pupils gazed back at you as she panted slightly. “i’m sorry, darling,” she uttered.

wanda’s free hand retrieved her buzzing phone from her pocket, and as she stayed still, her face close to yours, she put it to her left ear and answered it. “somebody better be bleeding, broken, or on fire.”

you bit your lip as your heart beat wildly in your chest, and with the ache to feel wanda again, you moved your head to the crook of her neck and nuzzled your nose against it. your left hand stayed in her hair as your right hand shifted to the collar of her black suit, moving it slightly to expose more skin. when you did, you ran the flat on your tongue against it.

“what… what do you expect me to do?” wanda asked with a falter in her words as you continued to give her the same treatment that she gave your neck.

the effect you had on such a composed woman made you hum softly against her skin, and you could tell wanda felt the vibration of it on her neck when the hand on your lower back moved to your hip, gripping it slightly.

“call my father, that’s his decision,” she uttered, and with a squeeze of your hip when the car drove over a speed bump, you returned your open-mouthed kisses to the crook of her neck. “need i remind you this-” wanda’s breath caught in her throat when you sucked softly at the patch of skin, “this is my day off.” she finished, and when you ceased, your tongue ran flat over the spot you had sucked on.

your heart was beating like a hummingbird as you savoured the reaction you were getting from the older woman.

proudly, you pulled away and raised your head to look at her, and with her chest heaving and plump lips parted, you gazed at her in awe; you wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.

“call his assistant, celene. look i-” and when wanda bit her bottom lip as her eyes faltered to yours. you knew she wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss her. “i’m incredibly busy, i’ve got to go.”

and with that, the redhead pressed the red button on her screen, and the call ended.

to your surprise, she discarded her phone on the length of the large car seat you were both on and her left hand moved to your neck. the air around you both was hot and heavy, and you moaned when her fingers flexed to softly squeeze it.

before you knew it, wanda’s lips were on yours again, and your head swirled from her touch.

you wanted to be in this bubble with her forever.

ᗢ

the next day, you returned to work with the night before heavy on your mind. the restaurant wanda had taken you to was a dream, and the drive home was even dreamier.

as you reminisced about the drive back to your apartment, wanda’s moans and panting breaths echoed in your mind, and you shifted on your heels to stand up straight at the bar. despite no one being directly around you, you felt like your thoughts were on show.

you raised your head to the left when the sound of the changing room doors opened, and then smiled immediately. it was agatha.

she returned your smile upon seeing you, but as you stood alone, her eyebrows furrowed slightly before scanning the space of the club behind you and the customers and dancers that sat together at different tables.

“where did your customer go?” she asked.

“he left,” you replied with a shrug. you sipped at the straw in your glass on the bar, the taste of rum and lemonade hitting your tongue, and as she continued to walk behind the countertop, she stopped opposite you, in front of a low-speed rail filled with spirits. “he just wanted an hour dance, then he bought me this and told me he was leaving.”

“a quick visit, that’s unusual for him,” agatha commented as she rested her forearms on the edge of the bar, looking at you.

you shot her a knowing glance. it was unusual of him. the customer, richard, was one of the few regulars that you had, and the man was like clockwork. without fail, every three days of the week, he would spend hours in the club with you, and happily spend his wages.

“yeah,” you sighed, taking another sip of your drink. “he’s flying to…” you racked your brain for the answer, one that you felt you had half-listened to. “paris?” the uncertainty in your voice made agatha laugh, and you shook your head with a small smile. “i guess i’ll find out again next week.”

“oh, he’s missing out on his third day,” the brunette said with a pat on your hand that held the bottom of your glass. “that’s a shame. though knowing your luck, someone like her will walk in again,” she quipped.

you wanted to tell her she was wrong, and there was, in fact, no one like wanda. but agatha raised her head slightly to look behind you, her eyes narrowed, and then she looked at you, confused.

“i think that man wants your attention, scarlet.”

your eyebrows furrowed, and when you twisted your torso around to see who she was talking about, your right hand’s grip on your glass hardened in surprise. “victor…” you gasped softly, your body freezing under his gaze as he stood a few feet from you, at the edge where the tiles in front of the bar end and the carpeted floor begins.

he took a step forward after hearing your recognition of him, and a smile spread on his lips. “i made quite the impression for you to remember my name after one visit,” he declared.

upon hearing him speak, you felt your hand twitch around the glass, and suddenly, you came back to your body. you turned away from him and faced your drink.

your mind was scrambling as you looked down at the clear, bubbling liquid; every question you wanted to ask him before he tipped you and left came whirling back.

then, wanda popped into your mind, and you sipped through your straw, drinking back the sliver of guilt that whirled in your chest.

during the dinner you had with the redhead, you only spoke of the picture to her and left out the strange customer you’d had. wanda’s smile was heavenly to see, and you didn’t want to spoil the moment by telling her what happened after you saw the tweet. you dealt with creepy customers on the regular, as it basically came along with the job, and if you told her of every interaction with one, it would definitely consume up time you weren’t willing to give to the topic.

this one, though… victor. he was an odd one that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around.

the man was vague, and overtly confident, and spoke in riddles you didn’t understand. the confusing mystery of him drew you in; next time, he had said before leaving, and here he is, five days later, following through on his words. why? you thought.

“are you okay, scarlet?” agatha’s voice sounded in front of you, and your head rose to look at her.

the brunette’s eyes moved to victor again, and you saw her face harden. you could tell she was seconds away from making a comment to the man behind you.

“i’m okay, don’t-” you started, your free hand reaching forward to her right forearm. the feel of her black sweater was soft under your fingertips, and with a small grasp of it, you urged her to look at you. “don’t bite his head off just yet.”

she looked at you curiously, but nodded, and with her back straightening and her lean on the bar now gone, she looked at the suited man behind you. “do you want a drink?” she asked.

you heard him walk across the tiled floor, and when the sight of a green suit hit your peripheral vision, you looked to your left to see him standing next to you.

“i would love one,” he spoke, a smile on his lips. “soda water, please, and whatever scarlet wants.”

she glanced at you, and you bobbed your head gently in response. if you were going to have another puzzle-filled conversation with this man, you needed a drink to guide you through it.

you turned to him, your eyes briefly glancing over his emerald suit, tie, and grey waistcoat. it was like the reverse of what he wore the first time you saw him. green and grey, you thought, clearly a favourite.

“thank you,” you spoke, your eyes returning to look at the dark ones that peered back at you. you looked at him with a small smile, then briefly glanced at agatha who was busy preparing a soda water and your usual.

“you left abruptly last time,” you commented, a slight hint of annoyance in your voice.

a smirk twitched at his lips, “as I said, question time was over.”

his confident demeanour was just as you remembered. god, what a prick. “and now it begins again?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

his eyes remained on your face; once again, his gaze didn’t roam your body. so, so curious. why was this enigma interested in you?

the sound of glasses being placed on the bar made your heads turn, and when your eyes landed on agatha, she was looking back at you, rather suspiciously.

her curious eye on you made you look down at the bar; she knows you too well, just act normal.

you met her gaze again with a smile and reached for the drink she had placed in front of you. taking a lengthy sip from the straw she had put in the glass, you held eye contact with her.

the brunette broke away first and looked at the suited man beside you. “that’ll be fifteen altogether,” agatha said, and she stood there, waiting for him to pull a card or cash out.

victor opted for the latter and gave her thirty. “the rest is for you,” he said to her with a smile.

agatha looked at the money in her hand and smiled back at the man. “i appreciate it,” she said, stepping over to the till to your right.

with another sip of your drink, you turned from the brunette, and the noise from the cash compartment of the till made a metallic sound as it opened. upon turning to look back at victor, his eyes were dead set on you again, and he raised an eyebrow, then reached for his soda water.

“busy shift?” he asked, lifting the glass to his lips. victor’s eyes glanced over towards agatha as she reached for the empty glass next to your fresh drink, then proceeded to the small kitchen near the till.

“it was,” you replied, but then the thought came to you that his first visit, along with this one, occurred during the transition to the short quiet periods, and you tried not to furrow your eyebrows. “but it’ll be quiet for the next hour.”

victor hummed at your response and, in one big gulp, drank his soda water and then placed it on the bar. “I’ll take half an hour of your free time then,” victor said as he took a step back. “come with me.”

usually you were so headstrong with customers. you’d smile and lead the conversation with an unshaken confidence. this was your job after all; you had to display yourself in a certain way. but you couldn’t help but frown at this customer. the way he conducted himself was uncanny.

“where to?” you asked, but he had already started a slow pace away from the bar.

confusion was evident on your face now. but you sipped a little more of your drink, and without so much as a glance at agatha, you picked up your clutch and followed in his footsteps, or more so, your body moved on autopilot, and before you knew it, you were beside him.

there was a section of booths to the left of the till and your eyes glanced over the purple neon light that flashed the words ‘vip’, your eyebrows raised slightly and your heels dug into the carpet as you watched him sceptically. what did he want with you? you mused. for a man who wouldn’t look at your body, it was certainly odd he’d decided to see you move and dance in front of him.

but, despite the weird lingering thought, you stood beside him whilst he paid for a half-hour dance. you are here to make money after all, you told yourself.

victor led the way into the vip section, and throughout the dimly lit corridor were five booths lined up and littered with mirrors. much like the booths you had taken wanda into, but these were bigger in comparison.

the suited man walked down the booth at the end of the corridor, and you followed along, your eyes burning a hole into the back of his head as the main floor's music grew distant.

you wanted to figure this man out, and with your heart rate picking up slightly, you readied your mind to squeeze as many questions into the time you had with him… or as many as he would answer.

“i’ll just put some music on…” you uttered as you both stepped into the booth, and he took a place on the long leather seat.

you removed your phone before discarding your clutch on the small table in the room and stepped towards the small mounted speaker behind him.

victor was silent, but you could feel his gaze on your face as you grabbed the wire that would connect to your phone.

you plugged it in, and then, with the scroll to the number thirty, you began the timer and started the usual playlist. a slow beat played as a shuffled song came from the speaker, and with that, you locked your phone and placed it on the small high ledge that ran the length of the seat.

you stood in front of him, and faced away, your hips now beginning to sway to the music. “how has your day been?” you asked hesitantly.

“fine as can be,” he simply said.

with the mirror in front reflecting the view of him behind you, you watched as his eyes focused on the back of your head. not the skin of your back, not your thong-clad ass that shook slightly as you moved. no, he focused on your hair, which you had neatly tied into a ponytail. so peculiar, you thought.

“how long have you worked here for?” victor asked, and the question made you pause slightly. though the words were innocent, they didn’t sound as such coming from him.

but, with an idea that sprang to mind, you turned to face him and continued to sway your hips to the beat of the song, “that’s a personal question,” you said, moving the palm of your hands, which travelled up the side of your thighs, and up to your waist. “what do i get if i answer it?”

victor’s lips twitched into a smirk, and you smiled softly at him. please take the bait.

your hands continued up your waist, and you touched the skin of your stomach and travelled over the swell of your bra-clad breasts.

“i like your boldness,” victor replied, his eye contact remained unfaltering, and he rested his hands on his knees. you glanced at them, no ring. “fine. you can ask me something personal in return.”

you bit back a smile that wanted to spread across your lips. the idea you had was now in motion; you didn’t mind playing tit for tat with him if it meant gaining more information.

“i’ve worked here for five years,” you answered him, and your hands moved from your chest to the back of your head.

you had never answered that question as honestly before. your go-to was “a long while”, but that answer wouldn’t be sufficient to a man like victor. “so…” you started, your eyes focused on him as you bent over and placed your hands around your ankles. think, y/n, think. “when you tipped me and left, where did you go?”

victor shifted in the seat, and though he maintained eye contact, you could tell you’d asked a question he didn’t expect. “i met a business partner, then went home.”

his reply could have been a total lie, but you hummed regardless and ran your hands up your shins, and when they reached the middle of your thighs, you straightened. your cleavage moved in front of his face as you did, and yet, he held eye contact with you.

“does she enjoy that move?” he simply asked with a smirk.

at another mention of this ‘she’, you stopped dancing, and your lips parted as your eyebrows furrowed. the air grew still and you frowned at victor. “what?” your voice sounded hoarse all of a sudden and you cleared your throat.

the weird feeling you had before you met victor had now returned, and the smirk on his lips made you feel naseous. this man and his fucking riddles.

before you could speak again and ask him who he was referring to, he rose from the seat. victor looked down at you, despite your height in the heels you wore, and he let out a breathy chuckle.

you immediately felt small under his gaze, and your body forced itself to step back; your mind yelling to create space between you.

“a pretty young thing like yourself, i’m betting so.”

you frowned harder at him and took another step back until you felt the shocking coolness of the mirror behind touch the back of you. “listen, you’re confusing me for someon-”

“i think i’ve had enough of this dance,” he interrupted, and with a glance at himself in the mirror you had pressed yourself against, he ducked under the half-drawn curtain zip-tied to the doorway. “see you soon, scarlet.”

you blinked at the words, and you couldn’t help it. your head was swimming with vexation; you didn’t want there to be a next time, and you needed to tell him as such.

you pushed yourself from the cold mirror, and your heels stepped out into the corridor, ready to yell at him, and that he wasn’t welcome back. but he was gone. when your feet moved fast down the length of the vip section, you exited through the curtain-covered doorway and scanned for him. the hair in your ponytail whirled and brushed your face as fierce eyes looked around the main floor.

nothing had changed. you had only been in the booth with him for what you guessed as five minutes, so the same dancers and customers that had been there were still sitting in the same seats, laughing and drinking.

“scarlet? are you okay?”

the voice made your head whirl around, and the staff member at the dance till looked back at you, confused and concerned.

you bit your bottom lip and took a step towards the vip section; your music was still playing, and you had left your clutch behind. “sorry i- the customer said he wanted to leave. did you see him go?”

she gave you a lopsided smile. “yes, he just left. do you need agatha?” she asked, ready to grab the radio hooked to her pants.

with a shake of your head, you told her it was fine and that he must have needed to be somewhere urgently, and with a forced smile, stepped through the curtain again, your music getting louder as you drew closer. upon entering the booth, you looked at the handprints you had left behind on the mirror and let out a shaky sigh.

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the next day, there was a distant knock at your door.

your eyes peeled open, and you saw light spilling through the crack of your curtains. another knock had you rolling onto your back, and after gently rubbing at your eyes, you looked around your bedroom.

unsure of what time it was, you scanned around for your phone, and with slightly blurred vision, you eyed it on a dressing table across your room.

with a groan, you pulled away the duvet and readied yourself to stand up. then, as bare feet hit the cold floor, the noise of your landline rang out from your kitchen. you whirled your head toward your bedroom door. what was going on? you thought.

you exited your bedroom and stepped through the living room. you needed to answer the phone first and shut off the ear-piercing ringing. so you walked across to the kitchen, and your hand immediately reached for the handset.

“hello?” you said, though your voice came out deeper than usual, and as you willed yourself to fully wake up, you listened for the caller to speak.

“darling, it’s me, i’m… i’m outside your door right now.”

your eyes widened at hearing wanda’s voice, and you gripped your phone as excitement swirled in your chest. “that’s you knocking? i was asleep, i’m sorry, stay there!” and with a smile on your face, you didn’t wait for her to reply. you put your phone back on the switch hook, turned and practically ran to your doorway.

the door opened in one swift motion, and wanda was standing there, gorgeous as ever, with her phone still against her ear. “so you’re beautiful and fast,” she quipped with a smirk, and her eyes glanced down at your form. “you usually wear nothing to bed when you wake up at my house.” wanda then added, and with your eyes widening, you gasped and pulled her inside.

“and unlike you, i have neighbours…” you joked, shutting your door with a soft thud after wanda stepped aside. “nosy ones.”

though at the forefront of your mind was a notion that you were in bed with wanda during those times, and that was most definitely the reason you’d slept naked.

as wanda stood before you, you blinked as you took her in, and your lips parted slightly. “wow, you look so fucking good,” you breathed. “jesus, wanda… there should be some kind of law to look like that so early.”

“honey it’s five p.m. but, you’re sweet.” she grinned, and with a small twirl, you eyed every inch of her that was covered in a black buttoned-up dress. she had also drawn a smoky eye look, and it suited her so well.

you felt your stomach do backflips; wanda looked knuckle-bitingly good.

then, as you saw her face, what she had said dawned on you. “it’s five o'clock?” shit. you were supposed to leave for work in two hours.

but, you were tired, and your surprising night with victor ended terribly. so, work was the last thing on your mind, and even more so now that wanda had appeared. “i have to make a call,” you uttered, laughing softly. it was no question that you weren't going to work tonight. “come with me, mommy.”

the title slipped out of your mouth like it was second nature, and your body paused as it reached for her left hand. you felt a flush of heat travel to your cheeks, and you shook your head with a coy smile before grabbing her hand. when wanda smirked at you, you shushed her and led her towards your kitchen.

“what have you done today?” you asked as you walked, and her black heels sounded on the wood behind you.

“business meetings, a meal with my father, and… when i got home, a headache of a phone call ensued, but i won’t get into that. who do you need to call?” she questioned with a smile as she busied herself with looking at the magnets on your fridge.

“mother of the house. how was the meal?” you asked, grabbing your handset once more and holding it to your ear as you looked at her.

she turned to face you, smiling softly, “uneventful for once,” and then she turned back to the magnets.

you began to press the keypad to dial agatha’s number, and as you continued to look at the back of her head and the orange hair that lay over her shoulders and back, you heard it ring out. then, after a few brief moments, a click.

“y/n! how’s my favourite doing?” agatha’s voice sounded into your ear.

you chuckled instantly and shook your head. “what have i said about favouriteism?” you asked.

“so if nicknames are off the table, does that mean i have to forbid maxo-millions, also? you’ve got to pick your battles, y/n.”

you laughed into the phone, and you watched as wanda’s head turned towards you slightly, but it was short-lived, and she resumed looking over your fridge.

“oh you have a nickname for her now? and i was told i’m fast,” you quipped, and wanda turned again, but this time you saw more of her face, and a smile was on her lips. “but fine,” you drawled, “i’ll stop saying that.”

“much better,” agatha said into your ear, and you watched wanda straighten and move over to you, and when she held your free hand as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, you couldn’t help the smile as agatha asked, “so, what’s the reason for the call, kid?”

“i know i’m booked in tonight, but i’m staying home instead,” you answered, your eyes looking back at those green ones you adore, “i hope i don’t bump down the number too much.”

“it’s all good, i have like thirteen others scheduled. are you okay?” she asked, a touch of concern slipping into her voice.

with a slight squeeze of wanda’s fingers, you smiled. “i am, i’m just exhausted. i’ll see you tomorrow… love you.”

“love you too, y/n, see you then.”

and with that, the receiver beeped into your ear, and the line went dead. without looking, you placed it back on the switch hook, then pulled wanda closer to you.

your arms immediately went around her neck, and you nuzzled your face there with a soft sigh. “i-” you murmured, not even caring for the reason of wanda’s spontaneous visit. “i missed you.”

“oh, honey,” she cooed, her arms linking around the top of your back, and one hand snaking into your slept-on hair. “i missed you too. it’s why i’m here,” she then said, and you hummed into the crook of her neck.

you stayed there for a moment and savoured the feel of the hug before gently pulling away, until you could see her face. “i’m glad you are. come with me?” you asked, and you instinctively licked your lips when your eyes darted to her plump ones. you wanted to kiss her, and you most definitely wanted to do that in your bedroom.

wanda smiled at the question and stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor as she did. “of course,” she replied, her voice low as she watched you push yourself from the kitchen countertop.

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the minute you had entered your bedroom and closed the door after wanda, your lips were on each other's in a bruising instant. you moaned into the kiss, and wanda’s hands instantly worked to remove what you’d slept in.

as you pulled away to walk back to your bed, the light peeking through the crack in the curtain cast over her, and your heart soared at the sight of wanda.

you hopped on your bed, and with a shuffle backwards to your pillows. she had completely stripped you down, and your mind yelled for wanda to be rid of her dress. “please take it off,” you purred, your eyes raking over what she wore.

wanda happily obliged, and before she joined you on top of the half-strewn duvet, she kicked off her heels and her hands moved to the top button of her dress. “you’re so polite,” the redhead breathed with a grin, “so sweet for mommy.”

with a small smile, you bit your bottom lip gently, watching as wanda’s hands continued down her dress, and when the last one was done, she let the dress fall from her arms until it pooled around her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but a red matching set.

your lips parted slightly, and you mused how good it looked on her as she swiftly joined you on the mattress. as you felt it dip underneath you, you couldn’t help but giggle in excitement.

“and if i sweetly ask for your mouth, will my politeness get me far?”

wanda’s dilated pupils gazed back at you throughout hooded eyes, and when a groan- that sounded more like a growl- came from her lips, you watched as she glanced between your legs that you had bent and propped up.

the redhead placed her hands atop your knees, and the warmth of her radiated onto your skin so nicely that you hummed softly.

“go ahead,” she simply said, and her eyes that burned into you sent a throb to your clit.

“can you please make me cum with your mouth, mommy?”

wanda smiled at you wickedly, and the flash of pride on her face only heightened your excitement. then, your knees began to part, and she shifted closer between your legs as she opened them.

you moaned at her physical answer and began to get comfortable, your back resting against your pillows, and when wanda moved to lie on her front, you marvelled at her with a movement of your hands to adjust the redhead’s hair away from her face.

“you’re already so wet, baby,” wanda coeed. her words made you whine and you didn’t need to see to believe, you could feel it when she parted your legs.

her head inched closer and when her breath ghosted your glistening lips, you gasped. “you turn me on so much.”

wanda smiled at you, and as she closed her eyes, her tongue flattened against your folds, parting them with a soft hum as she travelled up to your pulsing clit. she lapped softly at the bundle of nerves and you moaned out at the sensation.

your hooded eyes watched her as she worked skillfully, switching between swirling her tongue and sucking gently at your clit. “fuck, you’re so good at that, mommy.”

a muffled moan from wanda reverberated against you and your eyes faltered shut at the added sensation.

your hands that had adjusted her hair from her face returned and as you collected the thick red locks into them, you felt that familiar knot building in your stomach.

wanda shifted on her front, and when her mouth stuttered in its movements, you opened your eyes and looked down at her. wanda’s left arm was propping herself up on your bed, and her right was now underneath her, moving slightly.

fuck. she’s touching herself, oh god. the thought made you gasp.

“that’s so hot, mommy,” you panted, and with her mouth continuing its licks and strokes against your clit, you stayed focused on wanda and the wet noise sounding from between her legs.

her free hand, on the arm propping her up, moved to your left thigh, and she grasped at it with a moan.

your chest heaved as you listened; her moans, the echoes of her tongue expertly licking at your clit, and the sound of her fingers touching her own. it was all too much.

fuck, fuck. your toes curled as you felt your hole begin to throb around nothing, and with your heavy eyes watching wanda squirm as she touched herself, you felt that knot tightening in your stomach.

wanda began to breathe heavily against your pussy as she desperately lapped away, and with your mouth hanging open at the sight, you gasped with a blissful smile. you knew what those sounds meant.

“mommy, i’m close too,” you husked out. your hold on wanda’s collected hair tightened, and you pulled slightly as you felt your orgasm building up.

wanda let out a wanton moan against your clit, and her body began to tense and squirm over her forearm and hand.

that’s when it hit you, hard and unrelenting as your hips raised from the mattress. “that’s it, mommy, that’s it,” you chanted as your body twitched and convulsed.

with the willpower to keep your eyes open, you watched as wanda came. watched the way she tensed and how her hand gripped your thigh harder. you throbbed and contracted as your body shook, yet her mouth skillfully worked you through your orgasm as she soothed herself through her own.

after a few moments had passed, you groaned as your body and mind lingered in the blissful state you were in. then, with a descent into lazily licking you, wanda eventually ceased her movements and looked up at you.

“wow,” the redhead breathed out, and the word ghosted the skin of your stomach before she snaked her hand from underneath herself. she placed it on your right thigh, and your eyes shot to it as you felt wetness from wanda’s fingers touching your skin. “that was really…” you gazed at her in awe, and your hands grip on her hair loosened until it fell across her back and shoulders once more.

her lips were glistening with you; the sight made you feel like you were going to combust, “really hot,” you responded.

your hands moved up to your hair with a deep breath, and as you pushed a few damp strands away, the thought of kissing her was at the forefront of your mind; your body urged you to move.

wanda must have read your mind, though, because she shifted up your body, and before you knew it, her arms were on either side of your head, and she was looking down at you. your left hand immediately went to the back of her head as you met her halfway with a bruising kiss, and it didn’t take more than a second for the older woman to deepen it.

your mind whirled with wanda as your tongues brushed, and your fingers on the back of her head threaded through orange hair. tell her. tell her now.

your heart leapt, and the words you had been wanting to admit since agatha’s epiphany of wanda from the voicemail she left were heavy on your mind.

the thoughts yelled so loudly that you broke from the kiss, and with a string of wetness pulling from your lips, which almost made you groan, you panted as you gazed at the redhead’s dilated pupils.

“wanda, i…” your hand moved from her hair to her left cheek, and you smiled at the warmth that radiated onto your palm. “i really like you.”

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“i feel like i haven’t seen you lately.”

your eyes shot up from the notes that had been counted and laid out in front of you, and as you shifted to the edge of the seat in front of agatha’s desk, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and the absurdity of the words made you let out a breathy laugh that you didn’t even have the energy for.

“what are you-” your hands reached to scoop up the commission you had earned for the night, “i only took one day off!” you jested, and when your money sat neatly in one pile in your right hand, you opened up the black zip pouch in your lap, used only for your nightly earnings, and placed the cash in it followed by a quick pull of the zip.

“you know what i mean!” agatha responded with a dramatic roll of her eyes.

“i know, i know,” you smiled at her, then leaned forward slightly to place the pouch into the dark brown leather duffle bag by your feet. “how about you come over?” you asked as you returned upright, your gaze back on agatha. “the customers have been difficult tonight, and there’s a bottle of pinot with our name on it.” you wiggled your eyebrows, but you knew the words alone would convince her.

you didn’t need to convince yourself, though, despite your tiredness. the customers were long gone, and you were the last dancer in the building to be paid out. why not? you thought, and considering you didn’t know when you’d next see wanda due to the busy rest of her week, it wouldn’t hurt to hang out with agatha again, especially after the long shift you’d both had.

“you have a beautiful mind, kid.” agatha sighed, and you laughed at her tone. “let me just finish up this paperwork.”

and as agatha picked up a pen, you pulled your phone from your coat pocket to scroll absentmindedly while the brunette finished the last of her closing tasks.

then a knock sounded at the office door, and when you turned your torso to face the wood, a tall, bald-headed man soon stepped in.

“hey, miss,” he nodded at you with a smile.

you instantly returned it upon seeing the man, “hi, henry.” you greeted him, and then returned to face forward, your eyes glancing at agatha who finished writing something before looking up.

“i’m all done, ags,” henry stated, “the back shutters are down, and i’ve made sure dandelion got to her car safely.”

“you’re an angel as always,” agatha smiled, and returned to her writing, “y/n and i are leaving shortly, so you can head off now,” and then the sound of her pen quickened until she placed it down and stood from her chair. “drive safe,” the brunette added.

“you too.” henry replied, and you heard him step away until the office door closed with a resonating click.

“oh,” agatha started, and you put your locked phone back into your coat pocket as she began to tidy the desk and neaten her paperwork. “guess who i almost ran into a few days ago?”

“who?” you asked, still sitting in your seat until you knew agatha was ready to leave.

“rio.”

“no!” you elongated, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the name. “that’s… was she with anyone?”

agatha shook her head no, and then bent down to pick up her handbag from behind the desk. “she was waiting ahead of me in line to order, and i just…” she grabbed her set of keys, which jingled loudly inside the bag, “walked away.”

instantly you rose from the seat upon seeing her ready to go, “jesus, i would too.” you said as you reached down for your duffle bag and swung it around and onto your right shoulder. “breaking up with you to move, and then returning like what… less than two years later? who does that?”

“rio apparently,” agatha quipped, and you followed behind as she made her way towards the office door. “i’m certainly not going to message her… for all she knows, i’m unaware of her coming back.”

you shook your head in slight amusement at that. although the situation was a sore one for agatha, it was nice to know she could still be her usual petty self, even with someone you know she still deeply loves. “well, you definitely shouldn’t break the bread first…” you replied as you both stepped out of the office, through the changing rooms and out of another door that led you past the bar and onto the main floor.

“no, kid, no, i shouldn’t,” agatha said as you looked around the empty area, and when she flicked a switch close to her, the room grew dark. you followed as you rounded a right corner, and down a hallway that led to the reception till. “enough of that for now, though, let’s go open that bottle of yours.”

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the tv in your living room played low and quietly in the background as you and agatha sat on the corner couch-sofa with glasses of pinot, and as you watched her and listened to her speak about her week, you took a sip from your wine glass.

“so what has y/n been up to, apart from being my little money maker?” she asked, mimicking you with a sip from her glass.

you rolled your eyes playfully at the nickname, one of many that agatha calls you. “i heard some of the dancers are becoming jealous of you calling me that, you know…” you commented, but your tone was soft and unserious. because you didn’t really care if it upset them. you secretly loved the nicknames, but you absolutely wouldn’t let agatha know that. “if you keep it up, you’ll be accused of favouritism.”

“i’d call them all my little money makers, if they earned as much as you,” agatha retorted, “plus it’s no secret we’ve known each other for a long time.”

“ah,” you sounded, “well i think that’s instead called cronyism.” you countered with a smile twitching at your lips as you remembered what wanda had said once during idle conversation - the difference between nepotism and cronyism. it was quite interesting to learn about, but you supposed anything coming from wanda’s mouth sounded interesting.

“well look at you and your big girl words,” agatha chuckled, “yes it is, but no we won’t be calling it that. because then it would beg to question henry, and then all my best staff will be suspect.”

you laughed at that, shifting position on the couch-sofa from sitting on your feet, and as you faced the wooden table, you stretched your legs outward, feeling that satisfying pull on your slightly stiff muscles. “don’t worry,” you smirked, “henry is basically a part of the furniture fittings, no matter where you set up shop.”

“and true for yourself,” the brunette smiled, with a twinkle in her eyes that made you instantly believe her, “i will always have a place for you, y/n, no matter what.”

as you rested your feet flat on the floor, you felt your bottom lip jut out at the words; you had heard them ten times over, but they always pulled at your heartstrings regardless.

you turned to face her, and repositioned your legs, one bent on the couch-sofa and the other resting free, and as she sat to your left and toward the corner that you had filled with several pillows, you couldn’t help but reach your left hand to hold agatha’s, “i know i do… you’ve seriously been the only constant in my life since she passed, and no amount of-”

you felt that tightness in your throat that you hated so much, and when your eyes burned slightly, you felt agatha’s hand squeeze yours as her eyebrows furrowed. your relationship with her was deeply bound, and the question of “would she really be angry at you for dating a customer?” sprang to mind.

as you focused on willing away the curious thought and the urge to cry, the noise of your landline rang out into your open apartment as it pronounced itself from the kitchen behind you.

you and agatha ignored the ringing; you were both too deep in your sudden emotional turn of conversation, and as your right hand raised your wine glass to take a sip, agatha gave you a reassuring smile.

“your mother would be proud of you, kid, and she’s resting easy knowing that i’m here for you. i told her i would be.”

you wanted to give the woman a hug, and as you shifted slightly to put your wine glass down, your ears pricked at the continuing sound from your kitchen.

then, the ringing clicked to a stop and a high-pitched beep resounded, the signal for the caller to speak and for a moment, there was nothing but white noise playing out from your machine.

you heard a slight scuffling sound, and then the caller spoke. “hey! it’s wanda. i can’t believe my first call went to voicemail.”

oh my god, and as wanda laughed that rich sounding laugh of hers, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. with a shaky hand, your wine glass clanged slightly against the wood of your table as you placed it down a tad harder than intended.

“i suppose you might be at work…” she mused through the answering machine, and at that, you felt agatha’s eyes shoot towards your kitchen whilst her grasp on your hand loosened.

this had caught her attention now, and all you could do was sit in disbelief, and listen too.

“meetings were horrid today, and i thought of you the whole time,” she sighed into the phone, “that meal with pietro is tomorrow, and though i can’t visit you at the club this week, i have early news that there will be a corporate party, and i was wondering if… you’d like to join me?”

oh my fucking god. your mind was thrown into a swirling pool of mortification as it fought against the almost overwhelming feeling of happiness at the question.

“i bought a new dress for it, like just now actually.” the redhead chuckled softly. but you weren’t laughing; if this conundrum of a voicemail didn’t kill you, then seeing wanda in a fancy dress certainly will. “i’d like to do the same for you, so call me back soon, darling. be safe.”

and with that, a double-beep sounded from the answering machine, and wanda’s voice was gone, along with all of the saliva in your mouth and the brainpower to process the situation.

“y/n…” agatha spoke your name carefully, and as you looked at the back of her head, she continued to stare toward your kitchen.

you could imagine her face was written with confusion, and your stomach twisted with anxiety at what she could be thinking.

“a customer?” she asked, “what th- who was that?” agatha let go of your hand completely, and suddenly, your tipsy mind had sobered.

you watched as she raised her hand to her face, and you could tell she was chewing on her thumb in thought.

you wanted to lie, tell her wanda was just nobody, and no, it certainly wasn’t a customer. but you couldn’t think of a reply or an excuse, or even move as you sat there, staring at agatha who still wouldn’t face you.

all that sounded in your mind was a chant of don’t be mad, don’t be mad.

then finally, she turned around, and you bit your bottom lip nervously as her face was how you imagined- contorted in confusion. your hands clasped together, and your body moved to stand up; shock had now dwindled somewhat as the will to fix this kicked in.

“y/n-”

“agatha i can explain.” you blurted.

“wait,” she held her hand up that was free from her glass of wine, and you didn’t dare speak. the softness of her tone was the only thing that told you she didn’t despise you. well, maybe not completely. “was that the redhead?” she asked, though she sounded like she knew the answer already.

shit. you’re a smart woman, you mentally cursed. “how did you-?”

“my goodness, y/n!” agatha shook her head as she rose from the couch-sofa and stood before you, and as she downed the rest of her wine, she sighed and moved to refill her glass slightly, “you know of my rules,” she drawled after she finished pouring. “jesus you- well if this wasn’t cronyism before, it definitely will be now.”

“i’m sorry!” you whined, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout, “i don’t want to put you in a predicament, and i told her what could happen if you knew.”

“you did? and what did you say?”

you swallowed, but the feeling of dryness prevented it, and so, you sat down on the edge of the couch-sofa and also poured yourself another drink. you took a large sip before looking up at agatha. “that you’d either forbid it or i could be let go…”

“what?” agatha looked hurt, taking a step back, her legs hitting the corner of the couch-sofa. “y/n, is… is that really what you think?”

“it’s happened in the past,” you replied simply with a shrug, though the look on her face stung as you felt guilt wash over you at doubting how she’d react.

“well of course! those were doing it for the extra money, and that’s a big fucking no-no. but y/n, you- i know in my bones that isn’t what’s going on here.”

“I promise it’s not,” you almost cried out, “agatha, fuck i-” your hands flew to cover your face as you sighed. she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t screaming for betraying her trust, and you wanted to laugh into your hands in relief. “she’s really lovely, and i…” you stopped yourself from saying the words. but you did, you liked her, and if this conversation was any indicator, you liked her a whole lot more than you realised.

“but, why does she still come in to spend money?” agatha asked, before taking another sip from her glass.

your hands fell from your face. “she enjoys it,” you smiled, trying not to think too deeply about the way wanda looked at you when you danced for her. “and to support me, i guess? she’s certainly got the money to spare.” you blew a puff of air through your lips at the words. your mind still just couldn’t register that this incredibly gorgeous, rich, and wholesome woman had come into your life.

“well, if her suits are any indication of her wealth, then…” agatha exhaled lightheartedly, and she returned to sit beside you, a soft smile on her lips. “i hope you know i intend to be introduced to this woman. i don’t care about favouritism,” she declared and you chuckled softly when she clinked the rim of her glass against yours. “you’re important to me, and this is all kinds of brand new for you.”

you laughed with a smile, “i’d like that,” and you leaned your shoulder against hers and mimicked the woman with a clink of your glass to hers. “when the time comes…” you quickly added, hoping she wouldn’t have any ideas of properly meeting the redhead so soon.

“wow, agatha of ‘house of harkness’ and wanda maximoff in the same room,” you mused into your wine glass. “the press would freak at a sentence like that,” you quipped before gulping the rest of the wine.

“she’s wanda maximoff?!” agatha asked in disbelief, and then she too gulped down the wine in her glass. “my god, how did i not realise?”

ᗢ

agatha left an hour after wanda had called, and as you looked down at the landline, you eyed a small piece of paper next to it, on which you had wanda’s number written. you wanted to call her back, and though you were worried it was too late to do as such, your fingers pressed the buttons regardless of the thought.

you needed to talk to her, to tell her what just happened between you and the only mother figure in your life, and god, you still couldn’t believe you had come out of it unscathed.

the noise of the phone calling as you held it up to your ear pushed away the gnawing guilt, and when a few rings passed, your right slippered foot tapped at the wooden floor beneath you. then with bated breath, you heard a click, and a quiet sigh sounded in your ear.

“hello?”

“wanda, hi,” your foot ceased its tapping, and you stood up straight at hearing her voice. “i hope i didn’t disturb you.”

“oh, hello gorgeous,” she chirped, and you could practically hear her smile through the phone. her voice and the compliment made your stomach do backflips, and you chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes fixated on a few decorative magnets on your fridge. “you didn’t,” wanda spoke again, “i just forgot to save your number after i called, and i- well… i don’t know who i thought was calling, but i’m happy it’s you.”

you chuckled softly, and her charming demeanour almost knocked the situation with agatha out of your mind. so, you turned from the fridge and leaned against the kitchen countertops, and with the feeling of its edge pressing into your back to keep you grounded, you readied yourself to speak.

“that’s actually why i’m calling i-” you raised your free hand to your forehead, your eyes closing as you sighed through your nostrils. “so before you called, agatha came back with me after work for a catch-up, and… we heard you. she… agatha heard it all, and god, i don’t know how, but she knew it was you.”

“she what-? y/n i’m sorry, you… how did she know it was me?”

“by being a fucking genius, or something,” you exhaled, and your eyes bore down at your slippers as you let your hand fall to hang by your side. “or she saw right through me, i don’t know, she’s known me for a long time, and- well, the good news is, she didn’t do either of the two things i said she would.”

“oh?” wanda’s voice had gone from shock to curiosity in a matter of seconds. “and what was the unexpected third option?” she asked.

“the supportive and understanding kind,” you answered with a grin. “she was actually more offended that i thought she’d be mad at me.”

“y/n,” wanda sighed into your ear, and her voice sent a flush of heat to your face. “that is good news, i’m happy i didn’t cause a mess between you too.”

“impossible,” you chuckled softly.

“i’m also happy i didn’t say anything… dirty.” the redhead bantered, her voice low. “that would have been awkward.”

your eyebrows raised as your lips parted slightly, and you let out a nervous, breathy laugh; the air was becoming hot around you, and it made you untie your dressing gown.

the coolness in the kitchen hit your bare legs, and you sighed at the sensation. “y-yes, that would have- what… out of curiosity, would you have said? if you were to...”

wanda chuckled, and as it echoed in your ear, your hand’s grip on the phone hardened.

“i’d want you to know how much i miss your body, and your mouth,” wanda practically purred into your ear, and god did it make your head reel. you instinctively closed your thighs, then she spoke again. “and how i want to buy you a dress and tear it off you when the party’s over.”

“mommy,” you moaned lowly, and when your clit throbbed, you rubbed your thighs together for friction. your mind reeled even more when you could feel how turned on you were, and so quickly. “i want that, and i want to come. it made me happy that you thought to invite me.”

“darling i want nothing more than to have you beside me. it was already on my mind before i knew it was happening.”

the honest words made you blush with a soft “oh,” and you wanted so badly to tell her how you felt. but, on the phone wasn’t the way you wanted to, so you bit back the words. “you know what is on my mind?”

wanda hummed, and you smiled at the noise. “do tell,” she uttered.

“how i’d like you in my bed the next time you come here,” you replied, and heat from your face spread across your whole body. this was new territory for you both. new, and so incredibly hot. “though making you cum on my couch… that’s now ingrained in my brain.”

“baby,” wanda cooed, and you wished she could magic herself to you; your body yearned for her, and it was unfair that she wasn’t snaking a hand between your legs and touching you in all the right ways that she does. “you’re so hot when you talk like that,” she breathed. “and i can’t wait to see you.”

“i can’t wait to see you too.” you responded, with a grin you just couldn’t seem to get rid of since you started your first phone call with wanda. “i also trust you to buy me whatever you feel is best,” you then said. “you’re honestly the best-dressed person that i know.”

“thank you, sweet girl.” the redhead giggled. “and that’s right, leave it to mommy.” the title coming from her mouth made you bite your bottom lip as you felt desire course through you and down to the heat between your legs. “i’m going to order it before i shower, and it’ll arrive tomorrow. will you give me a call after you try it on?”

the words had you swooning, and you were pretty sure that your weight against the kitchen countertops was the only thing keeping you upright. “i will, mommy.” you whispered, and your hand gripped against the phone once more, if only she were with you right now… “enjoy your shower, i wish i were a fly on the wall in there.”

wanda laughed softly, and you smiled; you love it when she laughs at your jokes. it was like music to your ears.

“well then, you’d see me take a rather raunchy shower,” she quipped. “with you heavy on my mind.”

“fuck,” you gasped, and you felt the plastic of your phone squeak in your hand as your grip hardened more and more. “wanda, i want you so badly.” the knowledge of her masturbating over you was torture, and your fingers itched to be there and touch her instead, or watch. the latter was a thought that made the pulse between your legs heighten.

“i want you, too,” she said with a groan. “god… just one day, okay?”

“one day,” you agreed with a sigh, and you imagined your knuckles had paled from the force around the phone, so you loosened your grip, “i’ll call you tomorrow, and thank you for whatever it is you order.”

“you’re welcome, honey, and i look forward to your call. goodnight.”

and you smiled, despite the part of you that felt a tug of sadness at going without wanda’s voice. “goodnight.”

ᗢ

wanda, as she promised, had sent you a dress. it came in a big white box, and when you delicately raised it from inside, you gasped slightly at what she had picked for you.

it was a black, boat-neck maxi dress, and when you hurried to your room to try it on, you marvelled at the mirror as you twirled around, and saw the open back and cape sleeves. after spending a little longer admiring what the redhead has chosen, you hurried to the phone in the kitchen and called wanda like you said you would.

and now, a day later, you sit in the back of a car wanda had picked you up in, and as she sat to your left, you feel the most expensive you have felt in your life.

the pair of you together radiated elegance, and when you turned to the redhead, a smile on your lips, you took in the sight of her again.

“oh my god, wanda, you look…”

your lips part as she stands waiting for you in front of a black car that shines under the gleaming moon overhead. you step closer, taking in her curled hair and mid-length red silk dress with ruffles on the shoulders. wanda matched the shade of it to her lipstick and heels, and you swear she looks more and more gorgeous every time you see her.

the older woman smiles, and as you descend the three steps that led you away from your apartment building’s door. she raises a hand out for you to hold and you instantly take it, a sheepish smile on your lips.

“as do you, darling.” she says, looking at your hair that you had pulled into a neat, high ponytail for the night. “i must say…” her eyes raked up and down the length of your body, and the hunger that's evident in her face almost makes you wobble on a heel as she guides you to the open door of the car. “i have picked very well.”

“i do feel quite beautiful,” you blush, though you’re slightly mournful that you won’t be keeping the dress. your thumb strokes the back of wanda’s fingers as you reach the door, “and you’re sure you want to rip it?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at her, and with the interior lighting illuminating you both, you watch the way her eyes shine at the question.

she smirks, and as she manoeuvres you in front of her, you ready yourself to carefully step into the car. “oh i’m very sure,” she purrs, and when you bend slightly and duck your head, you feel wanda’s left hand rest on your lower back. “but since you like it so much, i’ll replace it for you.” and the promise along with the feel of her hand on you, makes your head spin.

when you had arrived at the large hotel, you and wanda walked up the steps leading to it and in through the revolving door.

upon entering, you took in the sight around you.

from the high ceilings to the giant crystal chandeliers that illuminated the space, and the shiny marble that covered the floor and walls.

wanda, who had clearly been here before, didn’t gaze around and instead guided your awe-struck self by the hand toward a large split staircase that wrapped up and around the front desk area. she picked the left set of steps to walk up, and as you ascended, you looked around at the sizable paintings hung up, your heels clicking against each step.

“almost there, darling,” wanda said, and with her hold on your hand firm, she led you to the top.

before you knew it, there was a large open doorway on your left with a black roped barrier across the length of it. on the left pole of the barrier stood a sign marked ‘maximoff industries’, and you couldn’t help but smile thankfully, knowing you didn’t have to travel up anymore steps.

a man in a black suit and tie stood with a clipboard, and upon seeing the redhead, he smiled shyly, then lifted the hook on the right side of the rope and stepped aside to let you both through.

wanda thanked him as you gave him a nod of appreciation, but you soon forgot about the man as the bright room engulfed your vision. with small decorative pillars travelling the length of each wall, and the high ceiling that held another large chandelier, you marvelled around you; it was certainly a beautiful place, one definitely for a celebration.

there were people all around, all dressed head to toe in fancy attire and either busy talking amongst each other, or waiting at the bar at the back side of the room to order drinks.

which was something you knew you needed if you were going to talk to any of the people wanda will most likely introduce you to. especially her family, and even though you knew her brother wasn’t attending, you knew her father was, and that was an even scarier thought.

despite the anxiety you could feel swirling in your stomach, you focused on wanda with a smile, your hand still in hers, and she walked you closer to bar you had your eyes on. thank goodness, you thought.

“wanda!” a voice called in front of you, and the tall body of a gorgeous dark-skinned woman moved through a pool of people until she stopped in front of you both. “i was wondering when you’d show up.”

with your eyes on her, you tried not to think about the attractive stranger before you, and when she leaned forward to kiss one of wanda’s cheeks, you tried even harder not to pull the redhead closer to you. who was this woman?

“hi monica,” wanda smiled as she greeted her, and though you fought against the instinct to pull on her arm, your hold on wanda’s hand tightened slightly as you watched the woman who wore a dress that annoyingly hugged her in all the rights ways. “how’s the party doing?” the redhead asked.

the woman, whom you learned to be monica, glanced at you before speaking. “it’s going good, but we’re not yet drunk, and it isn’t a party until someone’s wasted.”

“with an open bar, i can imagine someone will soon enough,” wanda joked back. “by the way,” she started, and with her hand squeezing yours, wanda faced you, her right hand motioning at you. “this is y/n.”

monica looked at you with a soft smile, and as she glanced at your form, you felt like you were being sized up. her observation of you made you stand straighter, and the woman with voluminous hair raised a hand out for you to shake.

“y/n, this is monica,” the redhead continued, and her thumb stroked your hand as you both looked at the woman. “she works on my team as vp of operations.”

you forced yourself to smile at the woman, uttering a soft “hello,” to her, and you were quite thankful she offered the hand that wouldn’t make you break from your hold of wanda’s.

so you accepted the gesture and shook her hand briefly. yes, i definitely need a drink, you thought.

it was like the redhead could read your mind, because wanda then placed her free hand on monica’s bare arm and spoke the words you wanted to hear. “i’ll see you soon, okay? we’re just going to the bar.”

you told yourself not to be ridiculous at the feeling of insecurity you felt as wanda led you by the hand toward the back side of the room.

for a moment, when you realised people were stepping out of the way, to let wanda through, your mind was replaced with thoughts of the older woman and the proof of power you knew she exuded. but, whilst you ignored the curious eyes on you as wanda kept you close to her, the strong feeling came back, and you tried hard to push away the surprising sensation of jealousy.

ᗢ

“father, don’t be obscene!” wanda laughed after interrupting the man, and his boisterous laugh joined with hers. “y/n doesn’t need to know about that.”

“no i suppose not,” olek laughed into his beer glass, then turned forward to face you. “though you don’t seem the timorous type, y/n.”

you smiled at him with a shake of your head, slightly curious at what wanda had stopped you from hearing. “no, sir. there isn’t much that shakes me,” you replied, “though in my line of work, i think I’ve seen it all.”

you immediatley regretted the words when they left your lips, and you mentally cursed yourself for saying such a thing. even more so when wanda’s father raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“ah yes, i’ve yet to know what your job is.”

“i-” i am an idiot, you thought as you raised your glass of wine to your lips, your eyes glancing to wanda who stood between you and olek. “i work in a nightclub.”

“hmm,” he sounded, “i imagine you have many a story from there,” and when he took a sip from the beer, his eye contact with you broke, and his attention turned to someone behind where you stood.

you almost sighed in relief when his scrutinising gaze left you. he had been curiously watching the woman his daughter had brought since she introduced you to him, and although he was funny and a gentleman, he certainly had an intense look about him.

you had no idea what time it was or how long you had been at the party for, but if the pain in your feet was any indication, you had been standing for far too long.

you turned to wanda to ask her for the time, but olek spoke one more to bid you both a goodbye.

“y/n, it was lovely to meet you.” he shot you a kind smile before facing wanda. “and you, darling, i shall see you tomorrow.”

you watched him leave, giving him a soft wave until he retreated to a group of suited men. then, you shifted further to the readhead who continued to watch her father, and your hand moved to her right bicep.

“wanda…” you murmured, your eyes trailing down her arm, and through the multiple conversations and drinks you’d had, you forgot wanda was wearing a watch. your hand held her wrist as you eyed the clock's handles.

ten-forty, you read, and your eyebrows raised slightly. you had been there for over four hours. how had time passed by so fast?

just before you lifted your head to ask wanda if you could potentially call it a night, you felt a tap against your shoulder.

you turned to the feeling, and a man with a charming smile and a burgundy three-piece suit stood behind you. confused at the interruption, you fully faced the man, and you could sense wanda whirl around beside you.

“sorry to intrude,” he spoke, and his blue eyes pierced into you as he raised a hand to briefly scratch the side of his neck. “i just saw the back of this dress, and i had to see the face of the woman wearing it.”

“oh, i-” a faint smile spread on your lips at the words. the dress was indeed gorgeous, and incredibly different. you had never worn an open back before, or looked so elegant. “thank you,” you bashfully replied, your head turning to the older woman to your right, and to your astonishment, she didn’t look like the wanda you were used to; she looked… intimidating.

the redhead stood firm, her hard gaze unfaltering on the man whom she had been studying, and then, she took a step closer to you, your hips now flush together as she smoothly snaked her left hand around your waist.

“miss maximoff,” the man uttered as he looked at her, his eyes widening. “jesus, i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there.” he took a step back, his shoes squeaking against the floor as his feet moved awkwardly.

“no, i suppose you didn’t,” wanda uttered lowly, and she sucked her tongue against her teeth before speaking again. “but we’ve never met before...” and you couldn’t tear your eyes from her face as she spoke. you couldn’t tear them from this angry-looking woman you had never met before. from a green-eyed wanda, and how they bore into him as she tilted her head, “who are you here with?” she asked.

“well, a friend of a…” the man cleared his throat as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his trouser pants, “michael, he- he works in hr… again, i’m s-”

wanda held the hand up that wasn’t possessively around your waist, and the man instantly stopped speaking. “well then, go tell michael that you have to unfortunately leave the party,” she simply declared, and when you looked back at the man, he frowned toward the redhead.

“what will i say if he asks why?” he questioned, his voice quavering slightly under wanda’s firm tone and strong demeanour.

“that you have overstayed your welcome.” the redhead retorted beside you.

the man said nothing further and instead walked away in the other direction without so much as another look at you.

then, the hand on your waist relaxed slightly, and when you turned your head back to face the redhead, a sharp jawline and narrow eyes enveloped your vision.

“wanda?” you hadn’t intended for your voice to sound so quiet, but she heard you regardless, and her head shot to look at you.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, and you watched as her gaze softened.

then, she exhaled with a shaky breath. “the nerve of…” she trailed off in a whisper. “are you okay?” she asked, and the question nearly made you laugh in bewilderment.

“am i…? are you okay?” you gently bit your bottom lip and shifted to turn in wanda’s arm slightly, then you raised a hand to her left cheek. the skin below your palm was on fire, and you almost gasped. “wanda, you’re so hot.”

“so are you, darling,” and her red, full lips spread into that gorgeous smile that you were happy was back on her face. “and clearly mr. three-piece thinks so, too,” she grumbled.

“no i…” and you laughed at her words. to think you were trying to hide your jealousy four hours ago, and here wanda was, openly banishing a man from the party for complimenting you. “forget about him, i’m being serious. you feel too warm. can we get some fresh air?”

“i’ll do you one better, let’s get out of here.”

ᗢ

stepping back through wanda’s home once again, you shivered slightly as a slight gust of wind caught you before she closed the door. the sound of it whistling was drowned away behind the walls of her home, and you smiled when wanda flicked a switch on, and the doorway lit up above you, and then, so did a portion of her living room.

you watched as wanda removed her heels, and you immediately did the same. you couldn’t help but sigh when the cold floor soothed your bare feet as the ache of standing for so long spread throughout them.

then, as you stepped further into wanda’s home and into the open space of her living room, you looked down at your dress and raised your arms, swaying them just enough that you felt the cape sleeves move gracefully against you; from your shoulders, over the curvature of your backside, and then the back of your calves.

“you look so ravishing,” wanda said from behind you, and the words made you freeze, along with the movements of your dress.

you smirked slightly as you continued to face forward, and with a promise from a couple of days ago now lingering in your mind, you couldn’t help the excitement that swirled in your stomach at the prospect.

“miss frank, please close the shutters,” wanda spoke again, and confusion almost made you turn to face the woman. but then the sound of the few sets of blinds shifted downwards in her living room, resounding a rhythmic, soft click. you had no idea she had such a feature, but the thought vanished when wanda continued. “stay like that for me, y/n.”

wanda’s voice was lusterous and low whilst she grew closer to you, and when her body heat radiated on your bare back, you hummed.

“i will, mommy,” you whispered out into the quiet space of her living room, your gaze choosing to settle on the large couch-sofa several feet away from you.

you felt a hand touch the exposed skin of your back, and your muscles tensed at the feeling as your heart rate quickened. then, her hand travelled south, and your lips parted when slender fingers traced their way down to your lower back, until the dress’s material stopped her movements.

she retreated away from you as a small breeze passed the skin of your back, and the sound of wanda’s feet hitting the floor faded away.

then you heard the shuffling of a drawer, and before you knew it, the redhead's feet grew louder again until she was standing behind you once more, and your heart jumped in your throat.

you had no idea what she was going to do next, but you wouldn’t question it; instead, you let yourself be pliable under the hands of the older woman, and excitement whirled deep with in you as you continued to face away from her.

“you’re such a good girl,” wanda whispered into the shell of your left ear as her left hand placed itself against your hip. “don’t move an inch.”

the action brought you back to wanda who previously had it there while she guarded you and expelled the man in the suit, and the anger and possessiveness that had emanated from her was… certainly a sight to see.

you still couldn’t believe you were the cause and effect of it as you listened to wanda, staying still as a statue.

her hand moved from your hip to the back of your dress, and you felt her pull the curved hem away from your lower back. still, you didn’t move, and when you heard the metallic sound of blades scraping against each other, you recognised it as a pair of scissors.

you felt your dress move slightly as she worked against it, and then, with a loud snip, she stepped back, and your dress rested against your back again. though you felt something new. the hem had a small triangle-shaped split, and your mind focused on the feeling as you heard her retreat again.

she returned a few seconds later and wanda’s voice sounded again. “though i don’t regret it, i’m sorry if i made you uneasy… with what i did.” and her hands moved to your lower back again, holding them against the hem she had cut into.

“i was surprised,” you replied, and the close proximity with wanda mixed with not being able to see her had your head reeling. “but,” and you licked your lips. “you didn’t. it was… authority suits you,” you answered, and god it did.

the number of times you relished in the power she displayed with just a single look. it never failed to make a pulse form in the warmth of your underwear.

“good,” she uttered, and you could hear a smile in her voice. “i surprised myself, you know…” she admitted, and the air began to grow humid and still around you. “the way he looked at you,” she ruminated, her voice low as she spoke.

then, when wanda yanked at the split hem, a loud rip resonated, and you felt the dress pull and split until the air hit against the rest of your lower back, and ending just above the swell of your ass.

you gasped loudly as your eyes faltered shut, and your heart rate quickened. she was following through on her promise, and oh god, you were already immensely turned on.

“it just made me so… mad.” and when wanda sneered the words, another sound of your dress tearing ripped into the air, and you felt it move down as it exposed your ass and half of the back of your thighs. “shit, you look so good,” she husked out.

“i- i understand,” you spoke, heat spreading to your cheeks and your voice shaky as you tried to ignore the wetness between your legs. “i felt the same at the start of the party.”

the honesty that left your lips stunned you, but wanda hummed happily, and it made you forget the regret of speaking them.

“you did?” she cooed. you sensed her lean slightly, and when her hands touched the back of your thighs, tracing her fingers down your skin delicately, you knew she was near the rest of the dress that was one pull away from being ripped off you.

“yes,” you softly gasped out, your hands clenching into fists as your eyes remained closed; you felt like you were going to combust. “that vp of yours.”

“oh honey,” wanda spoke, and her breath ghosted the skin she had exposed. “you have nothing,” then wanda pulled one last time, and your dress ripped completely. “to worry about.”

you felt the torn material shift against your shoulders as the integrity of it was faltering. it started to fall down your arms, and the air around you began to engulf your naked form as the dress fell and pooled at your feet.

your eyes shot open to look down at your bare chest and the lace front brazillian brief you wore and before you knew it, wanda’s hands came into view as she stood upright. then she stepped flush against your back, and the feel of her silk dress on your skin made you moan softly.

as you watched, her hands touched your stomach before travelling upwards to cup your chest and massage them in her hands. your mouth fell open, and a louder moan was pulled from you when her mouth moved against the nape of your neck, and her tongue swirled against the skin.

with the blinding thought of wanting her to reach into your underwear and touch you, you ground your ass against her. “wanda…” you gasped out.

the redhead groaned at your action and desperation for her. “sweet girl,” wanda purred near the shell of your left ear, and her right hand let go of its gentle work against your chest and snaked itself down your stomach. the soft feeling of her fingers as she grew closer to your underwear made the muscles underneath flex and jump, and wanda chuckled at the bodily reaction. “mommy will give you what you want,” she whispered, and your hands that were still in fists clenched harder.

her right hand smoothed itself over your clit through the lacy material, and you gasped at the sensation. “yes please.” you spoke softly, your mind so caught up in the way wanda’s middle finger stroked itself gently through your clothed folds and back up to your clit.

her left hand, which was still cupping you, moved to pinch the nipple, and your chest arched into her touch. it was all so overwhelming, you could feel that knot form in your stomach, and you almost groaned at the burning desire to have her fingers inside of you.

your pants grew heavier when wanda’s hand moved your lacy underwear to the side, exposing your wet folds and your head lolled back against her forehead.

when your ponytail halted your movements further, you closed your eyes and savoured the feeling of her middle finger parting your folds with a moan.

“you’re so wet,” wanda mused at the sound it created when she travelled to your hole that was ready and waiting for her. “i want you to cum like this.”

“it won’t take long, mommy,” you promised. your sensations were in overdrive, and you could feel that knot tightening in your stomach. “god, you’re so…” and your voice trailed off as your mouth hung open at wanda easily slipping the digit inside of you.

she began to slowly pump the middle finger in and out, and a patch of her palm hit against your clit with each movement.

“you make me feel so good.” you whispered out, and with your eyes staying shut, you focused on how her silk dress pressed against your bare ass and her heavy breathing that sounded in your left ear.

wanda’s fingers pinched your left nipple some more, and then you felt her hand shift from your chest to wrap itself around your neck.

oh god, you thought.

wanda’s dominance and the memory of her jealous demeanour had your clit throbbing hard as she continued to fuck her finger into you, and you could feel yourself getting closer by the second.

her fingers flexed against your jugular, and the sensation made you gasp as your hands moved from their clenched state by your side to rest behind your head and in wanda’s hair. “i’m gonna-”

your orgasm hit you so hard, your thighs instantly clamped around wanda’s hand as your fingers gripped slightly in the threads of thick red hair, and all you could do was moan and convulse against her body as she held you by your neck.

though her movements were restricted, wanda still thrusted her finger into you as you pulsed and contracted around it, and she didn’t stop until your body relaxed against her, and you were left a panting mess.

your eyes fluttered open after a few deep breaths, and your vision blurred slightly as you adjusted to the room around you. “fuck, that was-” you choked on your words as the feeling of dehydration hit you, and you licked at your lips to help satiate the need.

“such a good girl, y/n,” wanda husked out, “here, take this,” she uttered against your left ear, and you were confused for a moment as you felt wanda’s hand gently snake itself from the grip of your thighs.

you gasped slightly at the empty feeling, and with the chance of your lips already open, wanda placed the wet middle digit in your mouth.

you moaned around it in surprise, the taste of yourself prominent as her finger rested on your tongue. your already flushed cheeks burned as your mouth salivated, and you immediately sucked on wanda’s finger as it quenched the desire for a glass of water.

but, standing in awe with your naked form heaving as you came down from the high that wanda had gotten you to, your mind suddenly rid itself of the thought of fluids, and the only thing that remained was the overwhelming urge to tell wanda how you felt.

for now, though, you swirled your tongue around wanda’s fingers and sucked away the words of ‘i like you’.

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the last time you were with wanda was etched deeply in the crevices of your brain. and as you strolled past designer stores, a few carrier bags in one hand, you eyed another one that suited your taste.

with your body beginning to warm up from the chill that the wind carried outside, your eyes searched. you wanted nothing more than to kill time before your journey home, and most importantly, you needed a distraction from the redhead; spending money usually did the trick.

bingo, you thought, spotting one instantly that you hadn’t visited for a while. and so, you stepped through the automatic double doors and into the harshly lit store, your eyes scanning the selection of clothes that hung on high and low racks.

as you browsed aimlessly around, your eyes caught a snippet of ginger hair to your far left, almost hidden behind a section of black blazers that were hung on a rotary rack. no… it couldn’t be. your palms grew damp, and a shoe squeaked against white tiles as your body came to a near-whiplashing halt.

a blazer section seemed like a likely place to find wanda, but you were doubtful, even though your heart rate quickened as if it were actuality.

you eyed the fragment of hair you could see, frozen and waiting for the person to reveal themselves. then, as if you willed it with your mind, they did. a woman came into view, and you let out an exhale through your nostrils as a stranger rounded the set of blazers and hurried over to another lady, who was busy holding up a green blazer by the hanger as she showed it to the redheaded woman.

you shook your head slightly, confused at yourself for such a reaction at a possible interaction with wanda. you had never felt like this before. this all-consuming thing.

it had been two days since you had been wined and dined at wanda’s home, and though you knew she was a businesswoman with much to attend to, you missed her. quite greatly.

“i assume it wouldn’t be smart of us to exchange numbers?” wanda asks meekly, her hands holding your right, mindlessly playing with your fingertips as she gazes at you. “or did i just make myself sound incredibly odd with that question?”

you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “agatha wouldn’t dare, but you are right to ask.” the redhead smiles slightly at that, seemingly thankful she didn’t sound dense with the query. "but, i would prefer to use my landline."

"you have a landline?" and an eyebrow of wanda's quirks at that, the action making you giggle.

"i may be younger than you, but i've grown to prefer it," you quip back, and your mind relishes the feeling of wanda holding your hand. "though maybe that's because my phone is old and the audio is terrible."

"and your phone is old because...?"

"i'm a stubborn woman." you reply simply, and it was true, you were, and you refused to buy a new one until your current broke. so you settled on using it for social media and emergency calls, until the inevitable came.

wanda watches you for a moment, clearly contemplating something; her mindless playing of your fingertips ceases as she instead pulls you closer.

your free hand instantly moves to her lower back without a thought, and you almost hum at the warmth radiating from her. “i understand,” she utters, her plump lips spreading into a small smile. “do you have an answering machine?”

you nod in response.

“good.” she grins from ear to ear, and then, the act of her placing a chaste kiss to your right cheek stuns you. “so you’ll know i called when you aren’t home.”

since then, wanda hadn’t called, or if she did, she certainly didn’t leave a voicemail to let you know she had.

and as you stood rigid, you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of how strongly you felt toward this woman - a customer from your strip club.

except… she wasn’t just a customer. Your clientele were lonely rich men, or just simply desperate and perverted. wanda was neither. wanda was a kind and benevolent woman, whom you just so happened upon one day. and although you believed the universe never favoured you, you felt lucky to have done so; chance had waltzed a heavenly being through those doors, and who would blame you for liking her?

“need any help, miss?”

a staff member spoke behind you, and you turned away from the two women and blazer-filled racks to face them. your eyes land on a meek girl, clearly in training; smiling at her politeness, you shake your head no. “but thank you.” you replied, and so, the girl smiled and bid you goodbye, moving past you, and toward the section your eyes had been glued to.

with a sigh, you felt your excitement to shop at the store drift away, and with one last glance around, you headed back to the way you came in.

as you continued on with your now slightly cracked plan of distraction, you walked by more stores. then, a moment later, a commercial unit ahead caught your eye, and as you neared it, you saw a man stood alone in the space.

a picture on a large rectangular board displayed behind him cleared in your vision, and you gulped at the sight. staring back at you was wanda, who stood proudly in a blown-out photograph with her father, both of them standing side by side with the words ‘maximoff industries’ decorating it in red lettering.

before you could linger on the image and how wanda looked phenomenal in it, your feet moved on their own accord and towards the lanky man in uniform who held a clipboard. as he gazed around at shoppers who either ignored him or simply paid no attention, he turned, smiling widely at your presence as you walked closer.

“afternoon miss!” he greeted as you stood still in front of him.

you smiled hesitantly, glancing at the board that now stood taller in view. your eyes ghosted over wanda, before you replied. “good afternoon. could you tell me what this is?”

“certainly! so, maximoff industries is testing the waters with the public, branching out from private companies to independent ones. the scheme was launched yesterday, with different kiosks around the city area.”

the staff member's reply made you smile, but for the reason that wanda was incredibly busy like you assumed.

a new launch must have her swamped, and that small pit in your stomach that doubted her wanting to speak to you faded away. “thank you,” you started, a foot taking a step back from him, “have a good day.” and with that, you walked past the space, and away from wanda’s green eyes that bore back at you in the large photo.

feeling slightly better from the newfound information, you continued on and directed yourself to the toilet area to your far left. then you would leave and return home.

with the perk of being self-employed, you had decided not to work at the club, and the excitement of doing nothing for the rest of the day was strong.

as you thought on it, you veered left into the tiled space and grabbed the handle on the women’s door, and as you pulled it open to reveal the small corridor before the next door, you froze.

your hand gripped the silver handle harder, staring forward like a deer in headlights.

“oh,” wanda uttered with a smile that spread into a grin at seeing your face, even if you did look surprised. “hello, darling.”

“wanda,” you breathed out, stepping into the small space and letting go of the doors weight, and as it slowly closed behind you, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “i just saw- well i thought i saw you at first, and then i actually saw you, but a big picture of you, and i-” you eyes dropped to the floor briefly as you willed yourself to think straight, and when you raised your head again, wanda stepped closer to you. “what are you doing here?” you asked.

she laughed softly at your reply. “i assume you saw the commercial space? i was visiting it, checking on how it’s doing.” she scanned the bags you were holding, then returned to your gaze. “bought anything nice?” she asked, taking one more step closer to you, and the proximity to her had your eyes faltering to her lips.

and as your eyes lingered, appreciating how good they looked, you had to bite your bottom lip and back the urge to close the small gap between you and kiss her. you hummed a yes in response, not trusting your words or how they would sound.

“something on your mind?” wanda asked, her voice just above a whisper, and the sound immediately pulled you away and forced you to make eye contact; green eyes pierced into you, and her intense gaze only magnified your need to feel her lips against yours.

yes, you thought, but you shook your head at her question. “no.” and the way your voice rose in pitch made you cringe at the obvious lie. i’ve missed you.“so, how’s the launch doing?” you asked.

“surprisingly well considering father's hesitance, but i’m sure he’s grateful for my convincing him now.”

your eyebrows raised slightly at this: “it was your idea to branch out to independent businesses?” and as you continued to tell yourself to look at her eyes only, you felt admiration towards her statement.

“congratulations, wanda,” you smiled softly at her, your free hand moving on its own accord to rest on a blazer-covered forearm of hers, “will you be celebrating?” you asked, and once again, you relished in the soft and expensive feel of her clothes.

wanda glanced down at the contact, but quickly returned her gaze. “if the launch goes extremely well, then we may be hosting a corporate party, but besides that, it’s just another day to father.”

“but,” you started, and your hand shifted from resting against her lower arm to holding it. “this is great news for you! we should- no, i assume you’ll be too busy to.”

“we should, what?” wanda asked softly, and you don’t miss the way her eyes briefly skimmed your lips. the action made your heart jump, and as you thought how she undoubtedly wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her, it dawned on you that you had yet to answer.

“we could celebrate together?”

wanda let out an airy laugh, “you are… something else, you know?”

your eyebrows contorted in confusion, and now it was your turn to laugh. “something else?”

“i’ve just never met anyone as sweet as you,” wanda expressed with a grin, and you felt heat travel to your cheeks at the compliment. “i would love to. are you free later?”

the question almost made you gasp aloud.

and as you tried to soothe your excitement at seeing wanda again, and so soon, you moved your attention from her forearm to her hand, and when you felt slender fingers touch yours, you gave them a gentle squeeze.

“i am,” you said, and as a spontaneous idea sprang to mind as you continued to hold hands, you smiled at the woman. “would you like to come to my apartment?”

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champagne, bucket, ice, glasses.

and as you scanned the items you had placed neatly on your low wooden table in front of the corner couch-sofa, you wondered if you had done everything on your mental list since arriving home.

you had, of course, spruced up the open apartment; you didn’t live haphazardly, but after seeing wanda’s house twice now, you felt a want to impress her with all that you had made for yourself, even though it was no secret that your homes were very different.

because, despite the jokes you’ve quipped about your place, you had gone through the majority of your life alone, and with only agatha to lend a helping hand when she could. so as you looked around, you felt proud you had built your way to where you are.

a knock at the door made your head spin to the sound, and all of a sudden, a wave of nerves washed over you as you fretted to check you were still presentable. and, as you walked from the living room and over to the doorway on your right, you glanced one last time at the space behind you, a hand reaching for the doorknob.

you twisted it and pulled the door towards you, a glimpse of wanda making your heart quicken, and when you completely opened the door, the full view of wanda in a dark blazer dress made your eyes widen.

shock and amazement had pushed your nerves aside until you forgot about anything and everything but wanda and her unaccustomed choice of clothing. a dress. fuck, a dress.

your eyes raked down over her form. you took in the black low-cut outfit, travelling from the exposed skin of her chest to her belted waist, then continued to roam down her legs until they landed on a pair of matching heels.

your head shot up to meet her gaze, a puff of air expelling from your lips.

the sight of her almost drowned out the feeling of gratitude for your choice to dress on the nicer side: black trouser pants with a textured burgundy turtleneck to match.

though you felt that nothing you could wear would match up to wanda’s style. so chic and elegant, and as the thought whirled in your mind, you forced yourself to speak. “wanda,” you said with a smile and took a step back to make room for her to walk through, “you look… wow.”

when wanda stepped through the threshold of your apartment, you felt your hands dampen as you watched her eyes take in the space she could see so far. “thank you, y/n,” wanda faced you, that gorgeous grin plastered on her face, “i wasn’t sure what to bring…” and her right hand raised a white plastic bag that you hadn’t even registered her holding. “there’s dom pérignon, popcorn, and nuts.”

returning her grin, you couldn’t believe what was happening. a supernal woman was in your home, and you were going to get drunk on champagne with her, and get up to god knows what. “i think i have a spare bucket,” you said, closing the door behind you, “there’s some on ice for us already.” you gestured a hand out and as wanda gave you the bag, you took her left hand and started a slow walk forward, “come with me.” you uttered.

after leading both of you through the doorway and towards the kitchen on your left, you gently let go of wanda’s hand and placed the bag on the countertop. “so,” you started, bending over slightly to open a low cupboard door in search of another ice bucket, “what’s your plan this week?” you asked, and when you pushed a few pots and pans to the side, you found one.

“a few business meetings,” wanda said, the feeling of her eyes on you strong as you returned upright, and after you placed the bucket next to the bag, you turned to face her. “a meal with pietro, and if the rest of these next few days go well, a party.” she finished.

“pietro… is your brother?” you questioned, even though you already knew this. but you didn’t want wanda to know of the tweet you looked at when waiting for her at the club a few days ago.

wanda’s lips twitched into a smirk, and you felt yourself freeze, “did you forget about that picture? you seemed quite taken by it.”

shit. you had been right to question how long she had been standing before you until she spoke your alias.

“no i-” you fidgeted on your feet, “well, i was taken by it… and you were standing-” you shook your head, and although you felt embarrassed, you smiled. “you are a sneaky woman, wanda.”

she laughed softly at that, and when she took several steps forward, your gaze was enveloped by a sea of green and orange hair that she had decided to straighten.

sneaky, and so beautiful, you mused.

“i don’t mind, you know?” wanda bantered as her right hand placed itself on your cheek, “millions of others see those tweets, plus… i like your eyes on me.”

you felt a flush of heat spread across your body as you smiled at her words, and you placed a hand against her belted waist before you spoke again. “i like…” your eyes glanced down at your hand, and it flexed against her waistline. you wanted to kiss her so badly. “i like your eyes on me too.” and as you whispered the words, wanda’s hand moved from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up to face her.

you were both so close, and the smell of her lingering perfume and the look of her lips filled your senses.

then, the hand on your chin guided you towards her, and you excitedly closed the gap. a surprised moan sounded from wanda at your eagerness, and her body pressed itself flush against yours. your heart hammered against your ribs as she kissed you back, and then the hand on your chin shifted to cup the back of your head, and her slender fingers tangled softly through your hair.

wanda deepened the kiss for a fleeting moment, and as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. “come on, gorgeous,” she husked out, and you gaped at her dilated pupils. “we’ve got some champagne to pop.”

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“no! i swear to you,” wanda laughed, “before you first walked over to me, she said, ‘if you are too poor to be here, you should leave’, then she just strutted away.”

you laughed into your champagne glass and then took a sip before speaking, “that’ll be jane, she’s… no-nonsence, for sure.”

“jane, yes! oh my god,” wanda effused with a shake of her head, “but i had eight hundred in cash in my pocket.”

“she’s also not the best judge of character sometimes, mainly towards the women that come in.” you retorted, and as you sat opposite each other on your couch-sofa, your eyes glanced down at the bare knees that were inches away from touching your trousers. she sat on her left side, her elbow propping her upright, and she looked delicious.

“i’ll say,” wanda quipped, then reached over to the wooden table and grabbed her champagne glass. she looked to be in thought for a moment, returning her arm to its position on the back of the couch-sofa, then she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. “do you get many customers that are women?”

“oh yes,” you elongated, remembering the women you had danced for over the years. whether it be from curiosity or sexuality, they wanted a dance just as much as the men that came through the doors, even if, like wanda, some were doubtful at first. “plenty.” you added, then took another sip from your glass.

“but i’ve never met a woman quite like you,” you admitted with a grin, the bubbles from the champagne lowering your inhibitions and adding a touch of confidence that you welcomed. “three hundred from a conversation was a nice surprise.”

you watched as wanda’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and you felt such pride at making her blush.

the redhead bit her bottom lip gently, “i don’t think i’ve ever had such a mental battle with myself.”

it was attractive of her to divulge, and the words drew you closer, your body shifting forward until your shins rested over her knees and the right side of your back pressed against a pillow. you looked into the green of her eyes and smiled. “what made you return?” it was a bold question, but you were both now drinking the bottle wanda had brought, and it was certainly worth the price.

“honestly?” wanda drank the rest of the champagne in one refined gulp, then held the neck of the empty glass on her hip. “i had a dream about you.”

oh. that familiar churn of arousal in the pit of your stomach made your heartbeat quicken, and your head raced with so many thoughts. “you did?”

wanda hummed in response, and you felt her knees push slightly against your shins as she reached to place her champagne flute on the table, then returned to her upright position. “i did, and you are even better at dancing than i had dreamed.”

“wanda…” you whispered bashfully. you felt that familiar tingling sensation between your legs, and your hold on your champagne glass hardened.

in hopes of distracting yourself from the feeling, you gently shifted your legs and placed your feet on the floor, and as you reached a hand into the bucket, you pulled out wanda’s dom pérignon and topped your glass up slightly. then, in a swift gulp, the champagne was gone, and you willed your mind to calm down.

thoughts of wanda taking you right there and then on that couch-sofa whirled around inside you, and you made yourself breathe deeply through your nose, and set your empty glass down. then after returning the bottle to the metal bucket, you turned to wanda who gazed back at you, her sight on you steady.

“i mean it.” she spoke into the air that grew still between you, and you wanted to whine at the words, because you knew she meant it. the way she looked at you in the dance booths of the club… it was like she was in pure awe of you.

“i know you do,” you replied softly, watching as wanda shifted on the couch, placing her feet on the floor, and sitting up straight.

the blur of bare skin had you glancing down to her thighs and the hem of the dress, and the thought of touching wanda’s legs invaded the crevices of your brain. when your eyes returned to the redhead’s, your left hand reached into the slight gap between wanda’s legs to rest your palm against the inside of her thigh. “you look at me with such hunger, it makes me so…” you trailed off.

wanda’s thighs flexed against your hand as she leaned in closer, “so, what?” she asked, her voice low and so attractive.

your thumb that rested free close to the top of her thighs stroked at the smooth skin, and you relished in the feeling and the warmth that radiated onto your hand. “desperate for you,” you finished, licking your lips slightly as your mouth dried at the divulgence.

“fuck.” was all wanda uttered before she closed the gap between you. the unexpected force made your torso lean backwards somewhat, and your right hand raised to the back of her head as you whimpered into the kiss.

your heart rate quickened, and your left hand gripped the inside of her thighs. you were so desperate for her, and before you knew it, your left hand moved out from the space between her thighs and instead to the back of her legs, and you were pulling away from her lips. you opened your eyes, panting slightly as you watched wanda and used your right hand to grab the pillow behind her to rest it flat.

and then, in a quick movement that pulled a surprised noise from wanda, you lifted her legs onto the couch-sofa and rotated her onto her back. as orange hair splayed out as her head rested against the pillow, you smiled at the sight and your hands moved to the back of her knees to bend them and eagerly situate yourself in between her legs. as you leaned over her and back in to kiss her, the motion caused her dress to ride up to her hips and wanda hummed at the feeling of the front of your jeans pressing against her underwear.

wanda placed a hand on your lower back, pulling you flush against her, and when her other hand rested against the nape of your neck, you leaned down to kiss her neck. they quickly grew sloppy, with your tongue flattening against the skin and moving up to her jaw.

“please let me make you feel good, mommy,” you spoke against her, nuzzling your nose against the skin below her jaw, and your hips instinctively rolled against wanda, a soft gasp filling your ears as you did.

“you are a good girl, my god…” the redhead husked out with a grind against you that had you returning your lips to her neck to kiss and run your tongue over. “and so good with your mouth.”

that’s when the image of your head between her legs, her hands in your hair, flashed in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to make it true.

“i want to make you cum from it,” you spoke as you pulled away from her neck to hold yourself up and look down at her and into that sea of green that you’d happily let yourself get lost in, “and taste you again.”

the hand from the nape of your neck moved to your cheek and a thumb traced itself over your bottom lip that shone from your saliva. you were so incredibly wet and turned on, and the groan that came from wanda when you took her thumb between your lips and sucked softly only spurred you on even further. “such a good girl,” wanda cooed, “you eat mommy’s pussy so well.”

the compliment and vulgar word coming from wanda made you mewl around her thumb, and as you gazed down at dilated pupils, you sucked one last time before releasing the digit and shuffling backwards to lie on your front. as you propped yourself on your elbows, you looked at the dark patch on wanda’s almost knuckle-biting thong, and licked your lips at the visible proof of her need for you.

with your hands moving under and around the back of her thighs to rest against her hips and the bunched-up dress, a thought yelled in your mind again.

you are so incredibly lucky.

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