IF WE MAKE IT THROUGH DECEMBER
Sum. when you move into a quiet suburban neighborhood, the last thing you expect is for your new next-door neighbors to invite you to spend a cold, winter evening with them
Warnings. mention of financial struggles, dom/sub relationships, nudity, intoxication, a lil bit of cnc,
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It was christmas time when you decided to move, an odd choice, but something about starting over during the quiet lull of winter felt right. the world was softer in december, like it knew everyone was tired and in need of something gentle.
the tires of your old car crunched over the fresh layer of snow as you pulled up to the house. the roof was blanketed in white, icicles hanging from the porch like glass ornaments. your breath fogged up the windshield as you stared for a moment, letting the engine hum while your eyes took in the sight.
it was simple, a little worn around the edges, but it was yours. drawing a few glances from behind sheer curtains and half-closed blinds, the house at the end of the cul-de-sac had been empty for nearly a year, until today. but this new home wasn't just a house, it was a everything. you had bought it with what was left of your father's life. he wasn't a wealthy man by any means, but he worked hard, the kind of hard that wears people down more than it lifts them up.
you didn't have many boxes, not enough for a moving truck that is. you spent every last penny of your inheritance on this colonial revival homestead, leaving you with just enough for dinner. the furniture from your small, studio apartment was no where near enough to furnish the entire house. it was a dumb decision, really. investing in a home you couldn't afford, in a town filled with strangers, but you had your eye on this house since you were a child. it wasn't even the most impressive house on the block, but the location of all your childhood fantasies.
you stepped out of the driver's side, stretching your back. a new start. a new place. no baggage, at least none that wasn't packed neatly into cardboard boxes. the house wasn't large, but it had charm. brick and stone, ivy creeping along one side, and a porch that looked like it had stories to tell.
next door, through their window, two women stood just inside their gate. they were quiet, subtly watching and observing.
"who's that?" natasha asked, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on her head.
wanda nodded slowly, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "new girl. she just moved in."
the other neighbours couldn't quite figure out how someone so presumably young could afford a house like this, tucked away in a quiet, almost forgotten corner of the world. it was clear you were alone. no boyfriend, husband, significant other in the picture. what was your purpose? rumors swirled quietly: maybe a lucky break with the house, or maybe priorities were just different. whatever the truth, the house was yours now, standing solid, ready for you to make it a home.
as for natasha and wanda, they were shocked when the for sale sign was taken down a few days prior. the house had been empty since they moved in, this neighborhood had been too quiet for too long, and the house next door always seemed a little too still. now, there was movement. a new energy. wanda felt it in her chest like a faint thrum, new but not unwelcome.
back in the driveway, you were balancing a box awkwardly on your hip, trying to unlock the front door at the same time. the key stuck, twisted halfway. you muttered something under your breath that probably wasn't polite.
wanda tilted her head. "poor girl, she's going to drop that."
"I give her ten seconds," natasha replied.
the box slipped with a dull thud, books tumbling out and scattering across the icy porch. you groaned and crouched to gather them, your gloves making it harder to grip onto anything.
"should we go over?" wanda asked.
natasha smirked. "you just want an excuse to introduce yourself."
wanda didn't deny it.
by the time you straightened up, brushing your hands on your jeans, the gate creaked open and two women were crossing your lawn with practiced ease. one was tall, with dark red hair pulled into a low braid, she looked cold. The other's eyes were striking, and she smiled like she already knew something you didn't. Neither of them wore jackets, just their arms wrapped around themselves like they didn't plan to be outside long.
"hey there, I'm wanda." the woman said softly, her voice steady and warm, as if she understood the exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. you offered a small, tentative smile in return, still flushing with a mix of embarrassment and relief. "natasha, go grab those other boxes," wanda spoke gently. the second woman bent down without hesitation and started lifting one of the heavier boxes.
"oh, you really don't have to—" you began, voice trailing off, the weight of pride and fatigue catching in your throat. your breath visible in the night.
wanda's gaze didn't waver. "nonsense, sweetheart," she said gently, using a word that felt like a soft thread of familiarity woven between strangers. "we're happy to help."
with the help of the two women, the few boxes you'd brought were now neatly stacked at the foot of the staircase, ready to be unpacked. the house came with a bookshelf and just enough to furnish the living room; it had been included when you signed the papers. white sheets covered the sofa and armchairs, giving the room a quiet, almost abandoned look. the fabric was thin and a little yellowed with age, like a gentle reminder that this place had a history before you. it was all outdated, heavy wooden bookshelves with scratched surfaces, floral patterns faded by years of sunlight, and a lamp that looked like it belonged in another era. but despite the worn edges and tired upholstery, you felt a flicker of gratitude. it wasn't much, but it was something.
natasha caught her breath and wanda stood with her hands on her hips, taking in each corner of your new home. "well isn't this sweet." the redhead spoke with such admiration. "you didn't tell us your name yet, sweetheart."
heat crept into your cheeks, suddenly aware of the oversight. "right, I'm sorry..." you apologize, introducing yourself.
wanda just flicked her wrist. "no worries, sweet girl. you must be exhausted. was it a far drive?"
you shake your head. "just a few hours..."
wanda tilted her head, studying you. her eyes soft, but curious. there was an unspoken patience in the way she looked at you. wanda leaned in toward natasha, her voice dropping to a soft whisper you could barely catch. the words were gentle, laced with a hint of a smile you couldn't see fully from where you stood.
natasha's eyes flicked toward you, then back to wanda, a quiet understanding passing between them. after a moment, natasha stepped away, disappearing down the hall.
you watched as wanda settled back, her calm presence filling the room like a warm quiet. a few minutes later, natasha returned carrying a bottle of unopened wine and two glasses, its label worn but intact. she held it out with a small, inviting smile. "a little housewarming."
"is it just you here, sugarplum?" wanda asks, opening the bottle of screw top wine and pouring you a full glass.
truthfully, there had been someone else. someone you had once imagined buying this house with. you'd traced out dreams together in quiet coffee shops, circled listings in late-night conversations, whispered about paint colours and where the bookshelf would go.
for a long time, it had felt certain; like they'd be here with you, right now, stepping out into the snow, laughing as they helped carry boxes, their breath misting in the cold beside yours.
but like all things, it came to an end. not dramatic, just the quiet kind of unraveling. words left unsaid. distance that kept growing even when you were standing right next to each other. Love that slowly turned into something unrecognizable.
now, it was just you.
"just me." you flash a tightlipped smile and take a sip from the glass.
natasha and wanda take turns sipping from the same glass, their lipstick staining in the same spot over and over. you
natasha and wanda sat near the front window, a half-empty glass of wine between them, the soft clink a subtle reminder you weren't alone. they didn't hover, didn't try to take over or fill the space with noise. they simply kept you company, talking quietly between themselves, glancing your way now and then with a kind of gentle attentiveness you weren't used to.
why they were here, you didn't quite understand.
surely they had better things to do, like last-minute shopping, family dinners, wrapping gifts under the tree. but here they were, two women you'd only just met, offering their presence without conditions or expectations.
and maybe it was the wine or the stillness or the way wanda had smiled at you earlier like she saw through the weight you carried—but you found yourself grateful. deeply, quietly grateful. Because this year, kindness had felt scarce.
you hadn't told them about your father. you hadn't said how strange it was to be alive in a world where he no longer existed, how raw the holidays had felt without his voice on the phone or his crooked attempts at gift-wrapping. you hadn't shared how the house, lovely as it was, echoed a little too loudly with the absence of all the people you'd once imagined filling it.
you felt heavy, which is why when wanda's lips touched yours you instantly pulled back, startled. confusion flooded your head, was this happening or was it just the wine? natasha watched her wife with a tilted head. "self control, darling. you don't want to scare our new friend." she gently rubbed wanda's arm.
you swallowed, fingers finding the spot on your lips she had kissed. you had no words. "I'm sorry, detka." wanda apologized. "sometimes I get ahead of myself."
you nod, shrugging it off. "it's okay... it was nice..." your words trail off.
wanda and natasha share a look before natasha stands up and moves to the other side of the sofa, so you were sandwiched between them. natasha brushes a stand of hair out of your face. "it must be lonely, just you in this big house." you nod, feeling the effects of the wine. you were beginning to feel very comfortable in the presence of the two older women. your eyes trailed back to wanda's mouth as she spoke. not listening to a word, just focusing on how her lips moved. it didn't go unnoticed by her. she gently ran a tongue over her bottom lip.
"poor thing. you must be so tired after today." she coos and looks over to natasha who was taking the wine glass out of your hand and placing it on the floor beside you. "we can help you relax, sweet girl." wanda whispers. "would you like that?" it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were implying, and you knew that. a couple hours ago you would've shut the door in their faces, but in this moment, all you felt was curiosity.
wanda kissed you again, soft and gentle while natasha stroked your arm with the backside of her hand. "she's delicious, nat. come try." wanda adjusted herself to make room for her wife. natasha's lips felt different. they were a bit chapped, but she kissed with more force. you didn't know who to focus on. wanda ran fingers through your hair as natasha began running hers beneath your knit sweater. her fingertips danced along the line of your stomach, causing goosebumps.
once they had you in just your underwear, you watched as they kissed each other. more rough than they were with you. natasha took control, and wanda bathed in it.
"it looks like someone's feeling left out." natasha feigns sympathy. but wanda softened and immediately returned to you. she traced your jaw line. "we're going to take good care of you." she pecked your forehead and disappeared behind you. natasha pressed her thumb against your lips. "open." she demanded and you obeyed within seconds.
you almost didn't notice wanda unbuckling your bra behind you. you suck on natasha's thumb, the cold air causing your nipples to peak and it didn't go unnoticed by wanda. she ran her middle finger over the pink buds. "so cute."
natasha pulled her thumb away, leaving a string of saliva you quickly wiped off with your hand. natasha looked down, examining your chest with a proud smirk. you were so easy. wanda stood in front of you and took your hands in hers. "don't I pick the best gifts." she looked to natasha and back to you. "the moment you climbed out of that car I knew nat would just adore you. even I could just eat you up."
natasha chuckles a bit and places a hand on her wife's shoulder. "patience, malyshka. we have all night."
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