#sswanda

“What kind of skirt are you looking for, bab- ooo look at this shirt.” you let her hand go to start looking through the neatly folded shirts looking for your size. Once you find your size you quickly make your way over to the brunette who is already looking through various skirts. 

“What do you think about this one, honey?” the girl asks, using her free hand to put the skirt still connected to the hanger up to her waist. She takes the last bite of her ice cream cone and smiles up at you. 

“Its pretty, baby, what do you think of this shirt?” you ask, holding the shirt up to your chest. Wanda chuckles.

“I think we should try these on, putting them up to ourselves is not enough.” she starts looking through the skirts for her size now. Some minutes pass and you both have a couple articles of clothing draping over your forearms. 

“Damn, its packed in here.” you groan at the loud and very crowded store that you two are walking deeper into, making your way to the fitting rooms. 

“Well, it is a Saturday.” Wanda mumbles, holding your hand as her eyes start scanning all the racks of clothing you walk past, just in case anything else catches her eye. 

The two of you make it to the crowded fitting rooms, people standing off to the sides, leaning onto their small shopping carts filled to the top with clothing. In the middle of all the chaos was a visibly stressed fitting room attendant, trying her best to tend to each customer. “Poor girl.” Wanda sighs and you nod, “Retail.” you say with a roll of your eyes. 

Once the two of you reach the employee she smiles and asks how many items the both of you have, you two receive a number to hang on the outside of your door and the two of you make your way in. There has to have been about twenty fitting rooms and most of the rooms are taken. A couple empty ones at the very end of the hallway are the only ones available. You stand in the doorway of one, watching as Wanda walks into the one across the way. “Wands, what are you doing?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“We can’t be in the same room, they’re too small.” she chuckles at the look on your face. Leaning her head onto the doorframe of the small room. “Oh, don't do that face” 

“We’ll be a little squished but its fine baby, there's a little bench in here.” You put on your best puppy dog eyes and smile with pure victory as she giggles and makes her way into the small fitting room. You close the door behind the two of you after putting your number on the doorknob. You were also very content seeing that the fitting room door had no gap underneath, or on top, completely private, perfect. 

You were the first to try on your clothes, Wanda can’t keep her eyes off of you the entire time and nods very quickly in approval of the first and every shirt that you try on after. “You just look good in everything.” Before you put your own shirt back on she reaches out to run her hand over your abdomen, biting her lip and looking into your eyes. “And even better without anything.” 

You smile and feel your cheeks flush, lean down and give her a quick kiss, “your turn, witchy.” Your shirt is back on, and the four shirts you are sure you are going to buy, simply because of your girlfriend's reaction to each one, are hanging on one of the four hooks nailed to one of the walls. 

Wanda gets up and hands her bundle of skirts to you, she unbuttons and unzips her jeans. The soft gasp that escapes your lips makes her smile. She looked up and met your eyes through the reflection of the mirror and slightly shakes her head, “Don’t do that.” She whispers and you smile in return, putting your hands up in defense. She chuckles and reaches for the first skirt you hold out to her.

She looks absolutely perfect in each skirt, you can very much feel the heat begin to settle between your thighs, she was also swaying her hips a little too much as she changed into each one, you knew she was trying her best to be a tease. 

“Oh fuck” You sighs as she put the last one on, it was actually quite simple; black, form fitting at the waist, flowy the rest of the way, but damn, the way it ends right under her ass was something else. 

She looks into your eyes through the mirror again, bit her lip. “A bit too short, right?” she laughs and you immediately shake your head no.  

“No, not if you’re only going to wear it around me.” You say and sit upright, leaning forward with your legs spread apart comfortably resting your elbows on top of your knees. You can see the blush rise on her neck and cheeks as she bites her lip, eyes still glued to yours through the reflection. “And when you do, you won’t be able to wear anything underneath.” 

“Don’t say that.” she says quietly before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, a shy smile on her flushed face. You have her right where you want her. 

You groan when you saw her move her thumbs to the waistband, right before she is able to hook them under the fabric you reach forward, a hand on each side of her waist as you pull her towards you. She stumbles a bit since she is still watching you through the mirror and she whimpers as she lands on your right thigh, her center which is covered by her cotton underwear is now right against your clothed thigh. 

“Y/N…” she breathes out as you pull her closer to you, her back pushed up to your chest. You breathe out against her neck, your fingers gripping onto her sides tighter as you feel how warm and damp her underwear is.  “We’re in public…” she warns, as if that matters. . 

“You’re already wet, baby?” you ignore what she said and whisper into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She nods and shut her eyes. “Oh no baby, I want you to look at yourself, open your eyes.” she does as she is told, “Good girl.” And a moan falls out of her lips. 

Keeping eye contact with her, your right hand lets go of her waist and makes its way down to her center, cupping her. Wanda immediately arches herself, putting more of herself into the palm of your hand, you chuckle and pull her back against your chest, your smile widening as she whimpers.

 “So needy.” You say lowly, 

“I am.” She desperately nods, eyebrows furrowed as she struggles to keep eye contact with you, clearly flustered. 

“My poor baby.” You fake a frown and lean back a little, making this position more comfortable for her, your left arm securely wrapped around her middle, knowing damn well she was about to be squirming so much. Your right hand goes back to her waist, now she begins squirming at the loss of your touch. 

Both hands now on her hips, you began gently moving her, signaling her to start moving along with you. Her head falls backwards against your shoulder at the friction. Once she finds her rhythm, you let her hips go and gently grip her neck with your left hand, the other cupping her right breast, squeezing over her shirt making her let out a small squeal. 

 “Stay quiet, okay baby? don’t want to get caught.” You whisper into her ear. She nods, you grab her face and turn it to the left, her lips now against your neck, her hot breath grazing your skin with her panting. Her left hand is gripping onto the hem of your shirt and her right hand on top of yours, pulling it down between her legs. You chuckle and angle her face to give her a kiss, deciding you’d give her what she wants, when she wants it, just this once, she’s been so good. 

“Fuck.” She moans after you grab her left thigh, plopping it down over yours, spreading her thighs wider apart. Both hands now down at her center. 

“Hold your skirt up, baby.” You groan to her and she quickly bunches the front of the shirt in her left hand, squeezing it tightly as you slip your fingers into her underwear, sliding them through her wet folds. Her hips jerk upwards and a moan is just about to fall out of her lips, instead it falls into yours when you crush your lips together, kissing her deeply. 

Wanda tries her best to match your kiss, running her tongue along yours, but she can’t help her breathless moans that keep coming out, especially when your fingers finally meet her clit. 

You lean backwards into the corner of the room, the woman on top of you spreading her legs wider, your left hand meeting the other, slipping a finger into her. 

“Please.” She gasps, her right hand holding onto your forearm, her fingers turning white at the tips as she tightly grips onto you for support. “More…” she whimpers. Beads of sweat start to appear on her skin. 

You insert a second finger, making her absolutely loose her mind, her hand gripping the skirt flying up to her mouth, covering her own moans from coming out. You look up into the mirror, and the image alone almost brings you to your orgasm. 

“I want you to come for me, baby.” You practically moan into her ear and she nods. Her body shifted a bit to the side, both of her hands gripping the fabric of the skirt at her center now, thighs closing around your hands, you struggle to keep moving at the same fast pace but you knew she was close enough, just a few more pumps, a few more small circles and there it is. 

Wanda’s whole body shook as she came, her mouth open against your neck, her teeth gently biting down onto your skin. You keep your fingers inside her, moving slowly and on her clit as well, helping her ride out her orgasm. Her hands shoot down and grip onto your hands between her thighs, she squeezes her thighs tighter trying to halt your movements. “No more, detka.” She whimpers and you nod, stopping your movements but not moving your hands just yet, they were deliciously trapped in hers, between her thighs. 

After a minute she finally slumps her thighs back down. She moans as you gently pull your fingers out of her, and giggle blissfully at how you have to hold her, keeping her from falling over or from sitting her soft skin on the fitting room bench. You carefully stand her up and she holds onto you for support, turning around and smiling down at you. “I love you.” She whispers and leans down to press her lips to yours. 

“I love you more.” You reply once the kiss is over. “Let me clean you up baby.” You say as you drop to your knees, hooking your thumbs to her underwear and pulling it down enough to spread her apart, making room to stuff your face between her thighs. She stumbles back and leanes onto the wall, her hands sinking into your hair, her blunt fingernails gently grazing your scalp as you slowly lick between her folds, cleaning her up. 

You make your way back up her body, pull her underwear up and connect your lips in a kiss again, making her moan at the taste of herself. 

“You should buy all of the skirts.” The both of you laugh and Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, leaning into you. 

“We would have to either way… after that.” She laughs and you don't let her go until she stops trembling. Wanda changes into her jeans once more, the two of you look at your reflections. Both of you are a bit red and look to be in total bliss, the wet spot on your thigh and the small bite mark on your neck. You laugh and grab her hand, grab your new clothes and walk out. 

The two of you meet the fitting room attendant who was now more calm, the area clearly less busy. “Oh? You two are still here?” She giggles and takes the two numbers from you, “you’re taking everything?” She askes and you nod. 

“Yeah! It all fit!” You smile. 

You make your way over, walking the small path to her front door, give a couple knocks and nervously wait. A couple seconds later the door swings open and Wanda smiles wide at you. 

“Y/N!” She opens her arms wide for a hug and you fall into them, the butterflies in your stomach making you sigh and squeeze her a little tighter than usual. 

“I’m sorry for coming over so late.” You apologize as you let her hug go. Feeling a blush creep up your face once she places her hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you into the house. It was those little things, those small touches, making you so confused, could she possibly be into you too? 

“Oh, don’t apologize sweetie, you can come over whenever you’d like.” She smiles sweetly as she closes the door, making her way into the living room. 

She looks beautiful, a grey sweater with red and blue stripes on the sleeves, a pair of blue jeans, and her brunette hair running down her back. You’d say she’s a bit dressed for the time, it was 10pm, you assume she just hadn’t gotten ready for bed yet. 

“I was just so bored.” You groan and slump onto the couch, taking your jacket off, adjusting your shirt that had risen up a little. 

Wanda clears her throat and sits next to you on the couch, “anything you want to do in particular? Want a drink? Glass of wine?” She raises her eyebrow and tiles her head your way with a delicious smile. 

You chuckle and nod, “wine sounds perfect. The boys asleep?” You say as you stand up and follow her into the kitchen. 

“No they’re not here! Vis came and picked them up, they’re staying over with him for the week.” She says pointedly and grabs a bottle of wine. You grab two glasses and make your way over to her. 

“Oh shit, tomorrow's Monday, are you sure it’s not too late for me to be here? You have work tomorrow.” You bite your lip, feeling bad at the thought of keeping her up. 

“Yep, tomorrow is Monday and don’t worry about my sleep, I’d much rather you have you here.” She gives you a wink, smiles and purses her lips as she brings the glass of wine up to her mouth, taking a small sip. 

You feel your blush getting warmer and break the intense eye contact you two were having. You take a drink of the wine and once you look back up, you notice she’s still staring at you, now with a questioning look. 

“I’m very attracted to you.” She suddenly says. You choke on the next sip of wine and cough out. You feel her hand on your back, gently soothing over it, “you good?” She laughs and you nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh no, you ruined your shirt.” She says furrowing her eyebrows. 

You look down and notice some wine that had spilled out of your mouth in your little gay panic episode is now on your shirt. “It’s fine.” You laugh and look away. 

“Here, honey.” Wanda hands you a couple napkins that you use to wipe your mouth, in the meantime she grabs a cloth and begins dabbing at your shirt, trying to soak up some of the liquid. 

“Thank you.” You mumble as you turn and throw the napkins away, your brain becoming foggy as she stops her movements, the hand with the cloth just resting over your heart. 

“Relax, Y/N.” Her eyes sparkle as she looks into yours. She licks her lips and you move down to look at them, the quiet wet noise of her lips and tongue makes you feel weak. 

“Wanda…” You quietly say, your breathing becoming heavier as she inches closer to you. Her free hand going up to your neck, gentle fingers pulling you closer to her. 

The moment your lips connect, you feel weak in the knees and have to grab onto the counter to steady yourself. A second later you feel her tongue brush against your lower lip, you quickly open your mouth and moan once she brushes her tongue against yours. You swore you saw stars when she pinned you against the counter, both of her hands now gripping your waist. 

Her hands slip under your shirt, up to the band of your bra and her fingers play with the material where the small hooks are at. She breaks the kiss, “darling, you’re so pretty it hurts.” She whispers and connects your lips again. 

You groan and buckle a little, she laughs and wraps her arms completely around you, pulling you back up. “You’re so- oh.” A small moan cuts you off as she connects her lips to your neck, gently nipping at your soft skin. 

You wrap your arms around her lean waist, your leg shifting between hers and pushing up into her center, you hear her kiss and she lets you go. Her hands land on her shoulders, she runs them down your arms and links your hands together, stepping back. She begins leading the way out of the kitchen. 

She was originally wanting to go to her room, but she looked over at you, your lips parted and swollen from the kisses, your eyes dark with lust and a growing hickey on your neck. The sight alone made her groan and she pushed you up against the wall, connecting your lips again, pushing her tongue in, leaving you breathless. 

“Are you ready for more?” She whispered with a rasp against your lips and you desperately nodded. She chuckles and quickly lifts your shirt over your head, her lips returning to your neck as she hooks her thumbs into your jeans, pulling them down and she sucks your soft skin, working on her second hickey. 

A minute later she picks you up and takes you over to the couch, throwing you on top of the soft fabric. 

“Wanda.” You moan and she quickly gets on top of you. 

“I’m here, honey.” She says breathlessly, “let me taste you, darling” she nods and you nod even faster. She smiles and grabs your thighs, putting one over her shoulder, she didn’t have time to take your panties off, she just pulled them to the side and dove right in. 

Your hands shot down to her hair, tangling with the soft strands. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she sucks on your clit, your back arches and you gently pull on her hair. 

Your body is brought back down by her as she pushes you back down, her hands on your lower stomach holding you still. Her right hand reaches up and squeezes your boob which was still clothed by your bra. You quickly pull the fabric down to let her cold. fingers play with your nipple. You hold her wrist gently and become a mess of moans. 

You almost came right when she moved her other hand down, sticking two fingers into you. “Fuck me.” You groan deeply as you grip her hair and she chuckles into your folds. 

“That’s what I’m doing, honey.” She swallows, then returns her tongue to your clit, sucking and licking as if her life depends on it. 

Honey, her voice is pure honey. You squeeze your eyes shut and a few more pumps of her fingers, a few more licks and a pinch on your nipple makes you cum. You moan out and grip onto her hair with both hands now, needing something to support you. 

She slows her movements, doesn’t stop, just gentle now as she lets you ride your orgasm out on her. The feeling is heavenly, but you need a break and put your hand on top of her head, gently pushing her away. 

She does one last lick through your folds, lifting her head and swallowing your taste. “You taste so good.” She smiles, her lips and chin glistening. 

“Fuck, Wanda.” You laugh and hide your face behind your hands. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this.” You laugh and she giggles, your hips jerk up as she places a kiss over your clit. 

“I’ve dreamed of this too.” She softly says as she leans up your body, trailing wet kisses on your skin until she gets to your lips.

You moan at your own taste, your hands running up and down her sides. You yawn and she laughs, “sleepy?” She bites her bottom lip and you nod. 

“After that, yes.” You giggle and she nods, a proud smirk on her face. Most of her weight was on top of you, you felt movement and noticed that she was squeezing her thighs together, eyes glued to yours. “It’s also a dream of mine to taste you, touch you.” You whisper against her lips and she smiles and breaks the distance to give you a kiss. 

“Next time, honey. You can barely keep your eyes open and I do have work in the morning.” She rubs her nose against yours sweetly and gets off of you, sitting up. She wipes her mouth and chin on her sleeve and you sit up, fixing your twisted underwear. “Would you like to stay the night? Maybe?” She whispers and you nod. 

“Of course.” 

“I’d love to.” You grab hold onto her hand and walk with her into her apartment. You’ve been in her space before, on the third date. She invited you in for a glass of wine, which led to a makeout session on her couch. 

“I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge, make yourself comfy.” She gave you a smile before turning and walking into her kitchen. You sat down on the couch, sighing at the comfortable feeling. 

Wanda comes back in, kicks her shoes off and plops next to you on the couch, she rests her head in the palm of her hand as she looks at you. “Hi.” 

“Well hello there pretty lady.” You rest your head on your palm as well, mirroring her. You notice the blush on her cheeks and she looks away from your gaze. She clears her throat and grabs the remote for the tv, clicking it on. 

“You’re pretty.” She whispers and you break out into a laugh. 

“You are so cute.” You look over to the tv and see that she’s looking for a movie to put on. 

“You’re so cute.” She whispers with a smile and you return your eyes to her. Wanda looks back at you and tilts her head. 

“You’re just going to copy me?” You teasingly tilt your head. Wanda nods and looks down at your lips, bites her own then looks back up to your eyes. 

“Stop looking at me.” She groans and tosses the remote to the far end of the couch. 

“There’s nowhere else I'd rather look.” You laugh and pull her to you for an embrace. 

She looks up to you, places her hand on your check and licks her lips. “Kiss me.” She whispers and you nod, leaning forward and gently placing your lips on hers. Her hands reach upwards and are placed on each side of your jaw, holding you in place as she opens her mouth to deepen the kiss. Your tongue slips into her mouth and she sighs as the feeling. 

You grip onto her waist causing her to sigh again, the noise making you feel chills. The both of you begin breathing heavily, your hands running all over each other's bodies. 

Your kisses trail past her lips, experimentally kissing every inch of her skin that led to her neck. Once you arrive at the spot below her ear, she gasps and grips onto your shirt. You could tell that was a sensitive spot for her, so you continued to lick and suck, being sure to leave a hickey. 

Wanda’s breathing becomes heavier as you pull her on top of you. Your thigh right between her legs, “Fuck.” She breathes out at the lovely pressure. Her fingers grip onto your shoulders as you hold onto her hips, guiding her forward. Wanda’s head falls onto your shoulder, her lips finding your neck where she begins to gently suck on your skin. Her hands slip under your shirt and grazes her fingernails up your soft stomach, “Is this alright?” she whispers into your ear once her fingers meet the skin of your breasts. You nod and feel chills as she starts groping your skin. 

She's frantically grinding herself against your thigh moments later, your hands on her breasts and her shirt discarded on the floor. You could feel how wet she is through her jeans, you quickly turn over and lay her down onto the couch and crawl on top of her. “Please touch me.” she moans against your lips, “I need it.” and you needed it too. 

The two of you work to get her jeans off, you drool at the dark wet spot on her panties. “You’re perfect.” You whisper against her lips, slipping your fingers under the fabric. You wet your fingers at her entrance and rub her clit, her hips begin to move so you hold them down. You push two fingers in her. Wanda’s lips open to let out a moan, her eyes roll back until they close. She wraps her arms around you and she squeezes you tight, her hips frantactly moving as she was riding out her orgasm on your fingers.  

“That was fast.” She covers her face with her hands embarrassed. You gently pull her hands from her face, “that was the hottest thing ever.” You say before giving her a kiss, never getting enough of her lips.

“I’ve been wanting this so badly.” she breathes out, her face flustered. Her fingers begin playing with the necklace that’s dangling over her. You lean down and passionately kiss her. “You’re amazing.” She whispers, “everything I could ever ask for.” Her smile is genuine as she caresses your cheek with one hand, the other still on your necklace. “Would you like to…” she begins to ask, you lean down and kiss her. 

“I want to ask you.” You whisper against her lips. “Be my girlfriend?” You look into her eyes, she smiles widely and nods. 

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha exclaims, clearly annoyed, “Y/N, I swear if you don’t go in there I will go there myself, drag you out of the car and throw you into her arms.” you hear a thud and smile at how frustrated your best friend sounds.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” you sigh and rest your head on your steering wheel. “You said yourself, ‘she’s very attractive’ that scares me!” you grunt.

“And you know what? I told her, ‘she’s very attractive’ you both are so hot, a perfect match. I’m never wrong and you know this.” Natasha says proudly. “Now go inside, you’re two minutes late.”

“I’m already messing up.” you whine and grab your phone, taking it off of speaker and putting it up to your ear.

“Listen, you deserve this. She’s a good friend of mine, she’s beautiful and very kind. You need to invade your mind with someone else, trust me you’ll really like her, not just because she’s hot but she’s amazing as well.” Natasha laughs.

“Hey, stop gushing over my blind date.” You tease with a nervous laugh and Natasha laughs as well.

“Go, she texted me saying she's sitting at table four, in a floral dress. Call me after and tell me how it went.”

You nod and whisper a ‘bye’ before hanging up. A deep breath in and you get out of your car.

You walk into the restaurant, eyes scanning the small room, you see many people but not a table four and no woman in a floral dress. A hostess comes up to you, after a quick exchange of words you’re following her outside to the outdoor dining area.

It’s beautiful, with various plants and lights, truly beautiful. But nothing compares to the woman in a floral dress sitting at table four.

You walk up to the table, your eyes glued to the woman because you couldn't you look at anything else,

“Y/N?” the sweetest voice calls out and you nod. “Hi.” Wanda smiles wide as she stands, pushing the chair beside her out from under the table for you.

“Hi, Wanda.” You smile and the two of you freeze a bit not knowing how to greet each other. Wanda gently squeezes your elbow and you do the same, bumping hands as you both take a seat.

“How are you?” the brunette asks, her fingers fidgeting with a napkin that was crumbled on one corner, very clear that she was nervous too.

“I’m good, thank you. How are you?” you clear your throat.

“I’m great!” the smile doesn’t leave her face, “I ordered you a cup of water, I hope that’s alright.” she points to the glass in front of you with her pinkie.

“That's perfect, yeah, I love water.” you grab the cup and pray that she can’t notice your shaking as you take a sip.

“I do too.” she giggles, closing her eyes for a second and tilting her head upwards.

Once she opens her eyes back up, you connect eye contact with her. They had to be the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.

“You’re very beautiful.” you blurt out and feel your heart skip a beat as she looks down at her fingers, the napkin now in multiple pieces.

“So are you.” She looks back up, “Nat said you’re very attractive and she’s very correct.” Wanda doesn’t think her smile will ever leave her face.

“She said the same thing about you, she’s never wrong.” You shake your head with a smile and run your finger on the cold glass of water. Wanda giggles, shaking her head in agreement.

Small talk turns into conversation between the two of you. Not a minute of silence is shared between topics, Wanda was everything you had wanted in a partner. She is so sweet, so kind, loves animals, is a homebody, quite the artist, everything about her was everything you loves. You couldn’t help but admire every movement she did, her nose scrunching up when she giggles, her fingers tearing up the napkin into tiny pieces, her lips were never without a smile. Hearing small bits of her past and her future dreams were so entertaining.

And that accent, that beautiful accent. It would become weaker at some points but you couldn't help yourself and you had to compliment her for it. "Thank you so much, Y/N." She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and leaned into her hand, clearly blushing.

How did Natasha not tell you about her sooner?

~

“Well, I really enjoyed this.” Wanda says sweetly as she walks beside you towards her car.

“So did I, Wanda.”

Once the two of you reach her car, she quickly opens it, throws her purse onto the passenger seat and closes the door. She leans back on the car and looks up at you.

You stand across from her, about two feet away. “I’d really like to see you again, if you’d like.”

Wanda bites her bottom lip and nods, “I’d love to.” a small smile forms on her lips as she looks up at you. “Can I have your phone number? so we’re not talking through Natasha.” she giggles.

“Oh yeah! definitely.” you laugh and take your phone out of your back pocket, “here, you can put your number in.” You make a new contact and hand your phone over. Wanda grabs it and puts her information in, she gives her phone a quick call and returns your phone to you. “Perfect.” you smile and put your phone away again.

The two of you just admire each other for a minute, the dim light of the light post beside her car making her look even more beautiful, her eyes had a golden glow to them.

“Well, I hope you have a good night Y/N.” Wanda quietly says, her eyes glancing to your lips for half a second.

“I hope you have an amazing night, Wanda.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around her in a quick but gentle hug.

Once the two of you part, Wanda stays in your arms. This time she had the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. Her lips slightly pursed as she looks at yours and you lean the small way down, gently pushing your lips to hers.

Wanda let out a gentle sigh at the sweet kiss. It was quick, light, but magical. “Text me when you get home safe.” Wanda slowly let you go. You nod.

“You text me too, please. Let me get that for you.” You quickly open the car door for her and she whispers a ‘Thank you.’ before getting into her car.

You walk over to yours and sit in it, looking at Wanda's car through your rear view mirror. Her right hand gripped onto the steering wheel, the other hand was gently grazing her lips as she smiled, closing her eyes.

The butterflies in your stomach bursting with excitement watching the sweet moment. You watch as she drives off.

~

Once you get home, you take your phone out and see the message waiting for you.

‘I’m home, thank you for tonight <3 Natasha should’ve told me about you sooner.”

You smile wide, and just as you’re about to type your reply, you get multiple messages, this time from Natasha:

‘Y/N SHE LIKES YOU SO MUCH OMG!’

‘SHE CALLED ME TO TELL ME ABOUT THE DATE’

‘YOU GUYS KISSED????????’

‘YOURE GOING ON ANOTHER ONE??’

‘MAN, IM A MASTER MATCHMAKER, ILL CALL YOU WHEN WE HANG YP IM SO HAPPY!”

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