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A suffocating weight lowers itself into Casey’s lungs as those around her exclaim with joy at the news of her position. Charlie shakes her shoulders and she manages a faint smile as she recedes from her face. Her mind buzzes as responsibilities and obligations trickle their way to the forefront of her mind. With her mind focused inward, her eyes are vacant and she does not notice how Alex stares at her lovingly from across the room. Pride fills Alex’s chest and she tries to keep it from her face. 

Donnelly, a wide grin on her face, clears her throat once more. “Settle down,” the room falls to a murmur, “by next week your teams will prepare opening statements to present to your judges. Are we clear on expectations?” A collective affirmation from the crowd sounds, all eyes on her. She glances down at her watch, a smirk rising to her cheeks. “We’ll be done early for today. I advise that you use this extra time wisely. See you next week,” she nods curtly and begins picking up her belongings. 

The students disperse to separate sides of the room to start connecting with their groups. Casey shakes away the visible anxiety and a smile, though feigned, returns to her face as she starts interacting with the rest of the prosecution team. Alex pulls a book from her things and leans back, beginning to read as she waits for Casey. Donnelly moves towards her as she starts to leave with the other judges. She presses a hand to Alex’s shoulder, causing her to look up with her shimmering blue eyes. 

Donnelly takes a seat in front of her and begins with a low voice, “you should be proud.” 

Alex grins wide and closes her eyes slowly before opening them again and looking towards Casey as she speaks charismatically to her group. “I am.”

Donnelly giggles, “Don’t look too proud now. They’ll start to think you’ve got a favorite.” 

Alex’s cheeks burn a bright red and she moves her hair from her face. “I’ll try not to,” she affirms. 

“Good, there’s a close eye on you two. But I trust that you’ll act professionally,” Liz asserts. 

Alex lets out a nervous breath and nervous smile, “We will.” Alex glances back at Casey who seems to be finishing up. 

Liz scans Alex’s face and fights off a sigh as she stands to leave. She rests a hand on Alex’s shoulder, “her future depends on it,” she whispers as she walks away with a firm pat on her shoulder. A shard of fear pierces Alex’s heart. Conflicting feelings set in. The peaceful facade of their winter break starts to melt away as Alex sees the potential future flash before her eyes. Casey getting the position in New York and moving away and their relationship crumbling from a distance or Casey breaking up with her because of the social pressure of the perception of their relationship or Alex being fired and Casey having disciplinary action taken on her. The possibilities were, unfortunately, endless and Alex’s anxiety perpetuated the worst of them to their most thorough extent. Her stomach begins to sour as she stares into space with her mind reeling. 

A deflated sigh gets her attention. She turns to see Casey approaching her with a slow gait, the lack of energy wafting from her. “Ready?” She asks bluntly, the smile having faded from her face and anxiety plainly written across it. 

Alex looks up at her, her own anxiety swimming across her features. She quickly wipes it away when she realizes how Casey appears to be feeling. “Yes,” she responds as she puts the book back in her bag and stands to walk out with Casey. As they walk out, Casey discreetly reaches her hand down for Alex’s. Their hands brush and Alex starts to pull away but recognizes the instinct. She fights it and weaves her pinkie finger in with Casey’s. She glances over her shoulder at her lover to see a small smile rise at the corner of her mouth as they step into the elevator together. 

As some of the last to leave the practice, they were the only ones in the elevator. Casey quietly took a deep breath and wrapped her arm around Alex’s, clinging to her, and resting her head on Alex’s shoulder. Alex smiled softly and kissed her head. When she pulled away she looked at their reflection in the elevator door. Casey appeared tired and disheveled; the first time in a long time that Alex had seen her like this. 

“Hey,” Alex whispered. Casey raised her head and looked at Alex, “you okay?” 

Casey gives a light chuff and a smile as she looks up, “mhm. I’m okay.” Her eyes soften and she glances down at Alex’s lips as she reaches her palm up to cup Alex’s face. “Better now,” she whispers as she pulls Alex down for a kiss. Their lips collide and an electric warmth swarms through their bodies, their anxieties soften. Mostly. 

The elevator dings at the floor of the parking garage, causing them to break their kiss. Casey locks eyes with Alex for a moment and grips Alex’s ass, making her blush and smack her hand away. Casey’s stomach is tight with tension. Her mind starts to wander towards visions of Alex above her, her scent in her nose, her spit on her neck. It’s only seconds before the wandering is abruptly interrupted by thoughts of everything she needs to complete before Monday. The swarming starts again as they walk to Alex’s car. 

Walking side by side, Alex outstretches her hand to hold Casey’s. Casey takes it and squeezes it, unaware as Alex studies her face. Alex’s heart starts to ache as she notices the stress Casey is under. Alex opens the car door for Casey and, when she gets into the driver’s seat, she looks at Casey with a half-smile. “Case,” she begins, “I can tell you’re stressed. Do you want to talk about it?” 

Casey quirks her brows but her eyes give her away - wide and glassy. She scoffs, “I’m fine.” She & Alex lock eyes and she sees that Alex doesn’t believe her. “I am fine,” she says slowly, “I promise. I’m still feeling frazzled from the news.” Alex scans her and chuckles in disbelief. Casey sighs and closes her eyes for a moment before deciding to turn her body and place a firm hand on Alex’s thigh. She glides her hand upward, slowly, as she opens her eyes again and gives Alex a sultry look. 

“I’d also like for you to finish what you started,” she grips the strap to punctuate her request as a smirk rises to her face. Alex grins and blushes again. She feels torn between accepting Casey’s advances and believing she’s okay. She looks up from Casey’s hand and they lock eyes as Casey takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Casey’s eyes sparkle, “please?” 

Alex’s eyes swell and her body makes the decision for her. “Anything for you, love,” she whispers, her hand reaching out to softly grip Casey’s jaw and pull her in for a kiss. 

The drive home was filled with casual conversation and flirtation. Both their hands wandered over each other, feeling the warmth radiating off of them in the frigid January air. Though their conversation was lighthearted, Alex couldn’t help but notice that Casey tried to stay away from the topic of school. For the time being, she is trusting that Casey will talk about the stress when she’s ready. As she waits, she continues thinking about the different ways she’ll be distracting Casey when they get back to her apartment. 

Once they arrive, they set their things down in the living room. While Alex finishes setting her things down, Casey heads towards the bedroom. “I’m going to get more comfortable, care to join?” 

Alex drops what she’s doing and follows, taking Casey’s hand as she reaches behind her. Casey giggles as she turns around, backing into Alex’s bedroom. A wide smile is plastered across Alex’s face as she adores Casey’s grin, her playfulness, her body. Once crossing the threshold, Alex tugs at Casey’s hand, pulling her into her arms for a passionate kiss. Casey moans softly into Alex’s mouth as she slips her tongue past Alex’s lips. Alex groans and starts slowly guiding Casey towards the bed. When they part, Alex lays her hands on Casey’s shoulders and pushes her to the bed. Casey sits and leans back on her hands, staring up at Alex with a wide gaze. 

Confidence washes over Alex. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks down at Casey. Her mind echoes with the desire to do all of the thinking for Casey. “Think you can follow directions?”

Casey’s brow furrows but she nods, “you know I can.” 

Alex smirks, her eyes darken, and Casey immediately feels a pulse between her legs. “Undo my belt for me.” By this point, Alex had already shed her coat and button up, leaving a camisole that just barely hovers over her black leather belt that holds up her slacks. Casey’s eyes slowly trace their way down Alex’s body as she scoots to the edge of the bed, reaching her nimble fingers up to Alex’s belt buckle. She stares at it as she starts to work it slowly, but Alex interrupts, “eyes up here, honey. You’ve got good hand eye coordination, you don’t need to see what you’re doing.” Casey does as she’s told, her eyes glazing over and pupils swelling as she gazes upward again. 

Alex pets Casey’s hair, taking smooth breaths through her nose as she observes Casey’s work. Once it’s undone, Casey looks down at the belt and back up for further direction. “Take it off, then undo the buttons.” Casey begins threading the belt out of the loops, her lip tucked between her teeth as she sucks it. With the belt free, Casey tosses it to the side and looks up at Alex as she begins undoing the buttons of her slacks. Unintentional whimpers fall from Casey’s lips and Alex, having noticed, cocks her head to the side. “Needy, are we?” Casey nods softly as she finishes the slacks. Alex chuffs and tilts her chin up for a moment, “take them off for me. Slowly.” 

Casey’s fingers move gently past the hem and start to pull down, feeling the bulge of the strap move as she moves them down gradually. She finally makes it past the strap and it rests in the air as she finishes removing Alex’s pants. Her mouth begins to salivate, her hands move between her legs, and she sits up straight. “Thank you,” Alex whispers, looking down at her and petting her hair. 

“Now,” she grabs her attention, “I’d like to watch you take off your shirt.” Casey grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to pull up quickly, “ah-” Alex jabs. “Slower.” 

She pauses and restarts, moving slowly as she pulls the shirt up over her head & arms. “What now?” She asks, her voice emitting feigned innocence. 

Alex’s mouth waters, the pull intensifies and she feels drawn to remove the rest of Casey’s clothing. But she fights her instinct and continues with her direction. “Your pants, then your bra, please.” Casey undoes her button and zipper and slips her jeans off smoothly. She looks up and grabs Alex’s eyes with her own and maintains as she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. With its release, her breasts lower on their own and she tosses the clothing to the side. Alex visibly sways at the sight. Casey makes note of Alex’s tunnel vision. She pushes herself further onto the bed and spreads her legs. 

Her eyes turn dark and sultry, a smirk rising to her face. “Distracted by something, Cabot?” 

Alex’s eyes had wandered downward, staring at the wet spot in Casey’s boxers. When Casey speaks, her eyes dart back up and she straightens her head. She quietly scoffs, “I’m entirely focused, darling.” In a blink, Alex is on top of Casey. Pinning her wrists to the mattress and kissing her intensely, moans echoing between their lips. Alex’s hands release their grip and grope their way down Casey’s body, as do her lips. Casey grinds her hips into the air, her own fingers making their way through Alex’s hair, scratching her scalp, tugging, pushing. Alex takes her time leaving dark hickeys all over; harsh bites, sucking so intensely her mouth aches, pressing into the ones she’s left behind as she moves on. 

Finally, she makes it to the hem of her underwear. She pulls it down just slightly and starts marking her hips. Casey whines and whimpers, her hands now gripping at the sheets. Her mind burns, the fire overwhelming any lingering thoughts she may have had about the future. Now, her only focus was Alex’s lips. Her teeth, her strong hands, her scent, her hair, the taste of her spit, her breath on her skin. Her body aligned with her focus, a different type of warmth passing through her, radiating all over. She knew it wasn’t real but she could feel her pupils swelling as she let the lust pulse throughout. 

Meanwhile, Alex presses soft kisses to Casey’s warm center. Casey’s breath hitches. Alex grins and drags her tongue up the fabric. Casey groans, and the hands in Alex’s hair push her into her crotch. Alex giggles and smells Casey, moaning into the cloth.

Casey begins grinding into Alex’s face, “Alex, please…” she whines. “Please don’t tease. I want you,” she begs. 

An echoed moan was all Alex needed from her love. Passion overtakes her and she pushes herself away, pulling Casey’s underwear down and flinging them away from her. She drags her tongue again, flat and wet, up her folds. Casey shivers and moans softly. A few more laps and Alex stops at the bend of her folds. She uses her fingers and parts the wetness, flicking her tongue back and forth slowly. A high pitched whine and Alex gradually speeds up. 

In mere moments, Casey is grinding herself into Alex’s face with her thighs shaking around her. Alex dips her tongue into Casey’s hole and fucks it. A sharp breath makes its way into Casey’s lungs and her hands fly to Alex’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling her mouth deeper into her. Alex moans, drool dripping from her tongue as she goes back and forth from Casey. She removes her tongue and begins lapping at the hole and flesh, her face still pushed deep into the mess. 

Casey whines, “m-moo-ore insi-i-ide..plea…” she sighs, clenching her thighs. 

Alex grins to herself and taps Casey’s thigh, magically opening them. She pulls her face from between them and nips her way, hungrily, up to Casey’s mouth. She kisses her deep and sloppy, sucking her tongue, licking her teeth, nibbling at her lips. When she barely pulls away, she grips her hands on Casey’s hips and mumbles, “flip over.” 

Casey whimpers, confused, Alex sits up and away from her body. She reaches over and grabs one of Casey’s sides, pulling and flipping her onto her stomach. “I said flip,” Casey giggles as Alex straddles her back. She pushes up and turns her head, Alex kissing her passionately. Alex wraps her arms around Casey’s torso and gropes her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her nipples. Casey gasps and whimpers at the sensations. Her heartbeat quickens when she realizes Alex’s strap is pressed softly against her back. 

Alex leaves hickeys down Casey’s shoulders, then mid-back, then her hips. Moving downwards, she finds herself between Casey’s legs and gently thrusting herself against her wetness. 

“Alex,” Casey whines, “please? Stop teasing…” she arches her back, pushing her hips into Alex’s. Silently, Alex leans back and aligns herself with Casey’s pussy before slowly pushing inside. A breathy moan leaves Casey’s lips as Alex pushes all the way to the base. Once there, she adjusts her knees to keep Casey’s legs apart, then leans forward and presses her body against Casey’s back. Her hands glide up her sides and down her arms, pinning her lover’s hands down as she laces their fingers together. 

Alex’s thrusts start slow to acclimate, but it doesn’t take long for Casey to start pleading for more. Alex picks up the pace and power, slamming at a consistent pace. Casey is now without words, letting herself get lost in the rhythm and fullness. Her mind goes quiet for a few moments and her body absorbs the sensations as they make their course. In moments, or so it feels, her body explodes with heat and vibration - her hands tense around Alex’s fingers and her toes curl. Alex moans aloud at the same time and bites the back of Casey’s shoulder as she pushes her last few strokes into her. 

Alex pauses for a moment, catching her breath on top of Casey. She unlaces their fingers and runs the hand through Casey’s hair, pulling her up gently and kissing her cheek, down her neck. “I’m not through with you yet,” she murmurs into Casey’s ear. Casey whines weakly, coming down from her high. Her mind had gone completely blank, her body full of white hot pleasure. She barely notices Alex climbing off of her body until Alex grips her hips to push her back onto her back. Once there, she looks up and it’s as though she can suddenly feel everything. Her body tenses and her eyes turn glossy. Alex’s hands make their way down her body and one slips between her legs and inside, unaware that Casey has closed her eyes. Casey’s thighs shake, eliciting a sense of pride in Alex. 

Alex pulls her fingers out and looks at them, admiring the stickiness as it strings when she separates her fingers. “You really were needy, hm?” Alex quips before licking them clean and looking down at Casey. She narrows her gaze when she notices Casey’s eyes are still closed. Alex leans down and kisses Casey’s cheek, brushing her nose against the peach fuzz, “Case?”

Internally, Casey’s mind has flooded once again. The moments of peace now past and her anxiety at the forefront. Behind her eyelids, her eyes well with tears as her mind races. Why can’t she just enjoy what is being given? Why can’t she turn off for a bit? Why why why why - it doesn’t stop. Her breathing starts to quicken and her whole body feels weighted and her throat begins to ache. She notices too easily when Alex moves to lay by her side, reaching a hand up to cup her face. The moment her hand reaches her skin the dam breaks. 

Sobs start to leave her lips and she turns into Alex’s grasp, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Alex holds her close and tries to soothe her, rubbing her back and kissing her head. Tension gradually rises in Alex’s body as she tries to decipher what happened for Casey to be so upset. Her mind starts reeling but she hushes it as she continues running her hands up and down Casey’s back. After a few moments of quiet, she murmurs into Alex’s chest. 

“What?” Alex asks in a quiet voice. Her brows furrow as she pulls away and cups Casey’s cheeks. 

Casey sniffles, rubbing the tears from her eyes. “I’m overwhelmed,” she whimpers out. 

Alex’s gaze softens as she runs her fingers through her red strands, “want to talk about it?” 

The semester started off with a bang and continued with the same momentum. Casey has been handling it with grace as her classes, though at their most interesting, are weighted with a plethora of assignments. To add to the edge, Casey is waiting impatiently to hear back from the NYC DA office about her application. Her captainhood of the prosecution half of the mock trial team comes with its own stressors too. The practices have become more intense as they’ve gone on. Donnelly, Ridinour and Cabot are the advisors and coaches for the team. Alex is by far the most intense though; she runs their arguments over and over, playing devil's advocate with them, questioning every move they make. Donnelly & Ridinour merely sit back and take notes on the arguments to give to the students afterwards. Most practices the students are too busy re-running every piece of the trial that they can’t take notes, which is where Donnelly & Ridinour help them out. Nowadays, Cabot’s intensity is breaking down the morale of the teams. 

Mocking Trials:  Sir Hammond: If she makes me run that closing statement one more time, I’m gonna lose it. Trevor Lackey (Langan): Maybe if you got it right every time, she wouldn’t make you run it again.  Captain Novak: You do get it right, Charlie, she just wants us to do well.  Gaylick (Graylek): Does she think we’re going to fall on our asses? We’ve proven ourselves over and over, we’re literally top of the class.  Shrimp on the Barba: Evidently not for the Ice Queen Perfectionist  Sir Hammond: *eye roll* Captain Novak: We only have a couple of practices left, we’re going to do fine.  Packs-a-ton (Paxton): If we make it through them 

Alex’s academic intensity is a trait that Casey has historically admired. But this level of it accompanied by Casey’s responsibility within the team has her resenting Alex during practice. Because of this, the last couple of practices have been more tense. Each correction Cabot makes to their arguments, Casey scribbles it down with her face burning and teeth grinding. She knows she’s going to hear about it later from her team. And she knows she’s responsible for how well they do. In her chest, Casey feels defiant and combative. She wants to prove to Alex that they’re capable, that she is capable. 

After practice, Casey’s stress doesn’t stop. More often than not she goes to Alex’s apartment afterwards and plans to work on her assignments. Alex, however, is able to turn off her academic intensity the moment practice is over. She offers to take Casey to dinner, for a walk in the park, even just a movie on the couch. Her offers are honest attempts to give Casey an escape from her day. She senses Casey’s intensity and hopes she’s able to help like she usually can. Despite these sweet peace offerings, Casey wonders why Alex can’t see that it’s not a good time and it’s merely a distraction from the success that Alex clearly wants from her. 

The last few nights, Casey has slinked away from Alex’s advances towards intimacy. Alex has been accepting each time, of course. But, each day is a new day to her and she remains as persistent as a prosecutor. As the sun finally begins to set for the evening, Alex steps into the apartment after her evening run. “Hey,” she calls to Casey, who is sitting at the table with her books strewn all over and a hand pressed to her temple as she reads with a furrowed brow. 

“Hi,” Casey responds quietly, not looking up from her task as Alex comes towards her. 

Alex places a gentle hand on Casey’s upper back and leans down to kiss the top of her head. She scoffs a little, “I can see the steam coming from your ears.” 

The comment seems to flip a switch in Casey and she looks up at Alex with a faint smile, open for a soft kiss. Alex kisses her and pulls her into her side, Casey wraps an arm around Alex’s middle. “Sorry, I’m just…” she sighs as she glares at the work before her, “stressed.”

Alex’s eyes soften as she looks down at Casey and across the table at her books & papers. She remembers how stressful law school was for her and her heart aches. She wishes she could give Casey an escape, a place to turn her mind off. She runs her fingers through Casey’s hair and Casey leans back into her fingers. 

“How much longer til you’re done for the night?” 

Casey’s eyes dart all over the papers and she feels them start to dry and burn. She closes her eyes and presses her palms into them. She groans, “I don’t know, I’m sorry Lex.” 

Casey glances up at her & Alex gives a half smile, “it’s okay. I know you’re working hard. I’ll come check on you after my shower?” Casey nods quietly as Alex leans down to kiss her forehead. Alex then starts a passionate kiss on Casey’s lips. She doesn’t linger, knowing she smells sweaty and that Casey needs to work. Casey feels an anxious tug at her chest. She wants to join Alex, to kiss her a bit longer. She wants to finish her work and do well with it too. Then she feels the tug that neither will happen and she should just go to bed and sleep it all away. 

When Alex emerges from the shower, a long & cozy towel wrapped around her body, it feels to Casey like she went through a time jump. Her papers had hardly been moved, she’d written what felt like a singular sentence in her notes, and only a book had closed. To Alex it seemed she’d made great progress, and it was a welcoming sight. She stepped up behind Casey and wrapped her arms around her torso, gripping Casey’s biceps sensually. 

“Well, you’ve made some progress,” she notes as a hand grazes up Casey’s chest to her jaw & cups it, turning it upwards. 

“No, I haven’t, there’s still so much to do.” Casey’s tone is heavy as she reluctantly allows her head to be turned upwards to Alex who grins down at her. Her chest tugs again; is it dread? Excitement? It’s certainly a bit confused. Naturally, her eyes close and welcome Alex’s lips to hers. At first it’s a peck, then a slight lip sucking, then a tongue grazes the inner lip, and it continues to escalate. Alex’s hands are wandering now, slipping past the collar of Casey’s t-shirt and over her breasts. Casey’s body is wrought with stimulation, of mind and of body. Her breasts and thighs burn with desire for Alex, her mouth salivates, her hands tingle as they refrain from exploring past Alex’s towel. Her throat tightens, though, as responsibilities leak out onto the rising desire. 

“Alex, please,” she whispers as she pulls away, her eyes welling with stress. Alex’s face initially contorts, eyebrows confused. But then softens as she recognizes the stress on Casey’s face. 

“What’s the matter?” Alex asks her quietly, pulling up a chair closer to Casey. Casey curls up into the chair, knees to her chest, tears starting to stream down her face, and cheeks reddening. Alex pulls her towel up to her chest before reaching to pull Casey into a hug. She strokes Casey’s shoulder blades with her thumb and softly kisses her cheek. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

Casey’s throat tightens and she tries to take deep breaths, Alex’s scent helps more than she realizes. “I’m really stressed,” she croaks out. 

Alex lets out a soft chuckle, “yeah, I bet baby. What else is bothering you?”

Casey pulls away from Alex’s grasp and wipes away her own tears, sniffling a bit. She purses her lips and avoids Alex’s eyes as much as she can. She opens her mouth a couple of times, starting to speak but stopped by the tremors in her lip and the tightness in her throat. “I feel like…” she croaks, taking a deep breath to try again. “I feel like you don’t understand.” 

Alex studies her face in pause, “why?” 

Casey blinks in disbelief, feeling her face get hot. She puts her feet down and leans back against her chair, arms crossed. “You’ve asked me about sex every night for weeks now,” she continues, ignoring Alex’s face turning in confusion. “Your persistent and intense criticism of the team is draining, you keep trying to plan stuff for us when you know I have to work - I feel like you don’t see my stress.” 

Casey’s eyes seem to shake as tears well and drip down her cheeks. She leans forward and puts her face in her hands. Alex slowly blinks away her confusion and resigns to acceptance. “I’m sorry, Case. I promise, I see your stress. I was hoping that my offers would give you a bit of escape. I know the stress you’re going through-”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” Casey exclaims, waving a hand in the air and leaning back against the chair. 

A quiet pause. 

Casey takes a deep breath, closing her eyes before reaching out to take Alex’s hands into her own. “I’m sorry,” her lip quivers and she begins to cry. 

Alex pulls her in for a hug, again and threads her fingers through Casey’s hair, scratching her scalp softly. “I know, it’s okay.” She takes a deep breath of her own, feeling her heart drop with guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how intense I’ve been in practice. Or how much stress you’re under.” 

Casey sniffles a bit before rising up, “I didn’t say anything about it though.”

Alex gives a sympathetic smile, “It doesn’t take a genius to see how stressful law school can be, Case,” she chuckles half heartedly. “You just handle it really well, I almost forgot how hard it is.” Her eyes scan Casey who’s shrunken into herself. Now, she can see the bags under her eyes, how her arms move slower now, how she’s lost a little weight; all the little things are piling up. Alex exhales softly and gazes at Casey’s face, placing a hand on her arm gently. “Can we go to my room to keep talking? I think this would be more productive if I were dressed,” she grins widely. 

Casey rolls her eyes and grins back, nodding. They move to the bedroom where Casey relaxes onto the bed and Alex slips on underwear and a t-shirt. Once dressed, she sits in front of Casey, reaching out to hold her hands. “What can I do to help?” Alex asks, voice cool & reassuring. Casey blinks slowly, looking away, her face seeming wrought with defeat. 

“I don’t know, Lex,” she sighs. “I think I just have to keep working.” 

Alex gives a single nod of sympathy. The hours she worked in law school were similar to Casey’s now. Overwhelming empathy rises the more Alex thinks about everything that Casey is doing. She wonders what she would’ve appreciated during that time, maybe that would be helpful now. Alex looks up at Casey with a clear gaze, “you do. But, I can be a bit kinder at practice. Your team is doing really well, y’know. We can ensure that you have protected time to work when you get home from classes, we can plan our dates. There’s plenty of things that we can do.” 

Casey grins wide, a tear slipping from her eye. Her eyes move up & down Alex before leaning forward suddenly & kissing her. A quiet yelp of surprise comes from Alex before she relaxes into the kiss, cupping Casey’s face. Pulling away, “I love you,” Casey tells her softly. 

“I love you, too.” Alex moves next to Casey and pulls her in close, holding hands. 

Casey relaxes into Alex, head on her shoulder. The smell of Alex’s bodywash, her clothes, her sheets; it all relaxed her. It had been so long since Casey had felt inclined to relax into Alex. She’d been so stressed that she nearly forgot to tell Alex the good news. 

After so many rants about them and pissed off Reddit threads, it was almost comical that you fell for an Avenger. Then again, Wanda wasn't like them. She'd seen more tragedy than most people and had somehow managed to remain a good person, instead of letting Ultron continue his plan. Tony Stark had been responsible for her parent's deaths and yet she still shared a roof with him. Cooked meals in his kitchen. Slept in the bed he had provided for her.

She was made of contradictions like that. Maybe that's what drew you to her in the first place. How fiercely she protected those she loved and how soft her touch was. How she could destroy worlds with her hands yet somehow held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

That had been true even before the Snap happened. 

What remained of you in the aftermath was...hard to describe. Before Thanos, you'd been on the run with Wanda and the rest of "Team Cap". It had been complicated but despite it all, you were free, with the woman you loved, and protected by the few friends you had left. Vision had made sure of that.

And in the blink of an eye, you'd lost it all. Your partner, your friends, the tiny apartments and hotel rooms you'd called home in the fallout of the Avengers coming apart.

You didn't have much before the Snap, and you certainly didn't have anything after.

 The only reason you stuck around Natasha and Steve was because you genuinely didn't know where else to go. So, you stayed. And when they told you hide in the city because they were going to make things right and bring everyone back, you did the one thing you hadn't done since Wanda disappeared: you trusted them.

Even though you hadn't dared hope their plan would work, it somehow did. And before you could even wrap your head around what they had done, Wanda was at the door of your apartment, looking exactly like the woman you loved. Exactly how she'd looked 5 years ago.

Despite that, you knew things were never going to be the same between you. More than that, you two would never be the same people you were before everything happened. But the love was still there. And that meant more to you than the version of Wanda you'd kept in your heart since the Snap.

That love, however, wasn't enough to keep Wanda's enemies at bay. Because somehow, she still had enemies.

Although to be fair, you should have known better than to hunt down Vision's decommissioned body. You should have told Wanda to stay hidden, to take some time to readjust to the world, to learn to grieve for the reality she'd lost.

It wasn't that simple, though. Vision had been her closest friend, second only to Natasha who hadn't even had a body to bury after it all, to tell her to forget him and move on with her life didn't feel fair. She hadn't been able to bury any of her loved ones, telling her to let go of one more person without proper closure felt impossible.

You never expected to be caught in the crossfire so badly. You had expected a lot of danger after Wanda broke in to steal Vision's body, probably some agents coming after the two of you or constant surveillance. With Wanda's powers, it was hard to take the threat seriously.

Maybe if you had given the threats more weight, you wouldn't have been caught off-guard.

It had all happened so fast, you still weren't sure what happened. One second everything was normal, the next you were being grabbed and thrown into the back of a vehicle, a needle in your neck making the world go black. You didn't even know if you'd been able to yell for Wanda.

And just like that, everything had changed.

Your world narrowed down once more, except of just your room at the Avengers Compound, now all you had were the four walls of the cell you were kept in. All things considered, it wasn't inhumane. The bed was comfortable enough, they didn't starve you, and they left you alone most of the time to avoid hearing your constant insults about S.W.O.R.D and the asshole in charge.

They never told you what was happening outside, though, or what had happened to Wanda. You assumed it was a tactic to make you believe she wasn't searching for you, but instead, it just made it very clear that they had no clue what she was up to. That meant she'd either gone into hiding or she was working on a way to stabilize her powers enough to essentially break into another high-security complex ran by S.W.O.R.D.

Even as the days dragged past, you weren't worried about yourself, you only worried about Wanda. About the loneliness she must feel, the difficulty she must be having navigating a post-Snap world, the lack of allies left who would actually give her the time of day.

Everything sort of blurred together.

Until the S.W.O.R.D lackeys stopped showing up to check on you.

Their presence wasn't necessarily needed, or missed once they were gone, but you were still locked in a cell with no way out and not much food left. It very quickly dawned on you that if Wanda didn't find you soon, you'd die right there. Forgotten and ignored.

You weren't sure how much time had gone by since S.W.O.R.D. had left you behind, much less how long it had been since they'd taken you, but eventually, once the last of your strength was dwindling, you heard it. You heard her.

You almost thought you were imagining it at first. A twisted hallucination meant to mock you...or take you into the afterlife.

It certainly didn't help that you heard Wanda's voice but didn't see her. At least not at first. Though, to be fair, you were on the verge of passing out, either from the overall exhaustion or the overwhelming relief of thinking she had finally come to rescue you.

"y/n?" Wanda's voice reaches you again, but your vision swims as you try to look at her through the cell door.

Instinctively, you know it's her. The voice, the frame, the way her fingers twist and turn to swirl her chaos magic. There's no way it could be anyone else. But her face has changed. You try to meet her eyes only to realize you can't quite find them. It's hard to deny that the person in front of you is Wanda though her visage has been transformed.

Maybe in another moment, it'd be terrifying. Maybe grotesque. Maybe you'd be questioning why the love of your life has half her face almost morphed into a crown of sorts. All you care about right now, though, is that she's finally found you.

"Wands," you croak out. "You came...for me."

"Always."

If she says something else, you miss it, succumbing to the exhaustion clawing its way out of you. 

Whatever comes next doesn't register to you and it's not until you wake up hours later that you realize just how worried Wanda had been. And just how different she is now.

All you fully register for the first few minutes is the warmth of the sunlight on your face, streaming in from the open window overlooking a lush forest. The sight is so refreshing you almost burst into tears right then and there. You can't even remember when the last time you felt the sun was or how long it's been since you breathed in something besides the recycled air of the cell.

Then your eyes shift over and find Wanda in the chair next to the window. In the light, you quickly realize you didn't hallucinate the changes to her face. In all honesty, you can't even call it her face. You're sure her eyes have to be there somewhere but the oddly-shaped crown that's overtaken the top half of her face completely hides them from view. 

Without even asking, you already know Wanda went through hell and back to get to you.

"Wanda..." Your voice comes out as a mere whisper, your fingers flexing as you try to each for her.

She moves in an instant, her leftover exhaustion vanishing into the air. "Detka, you're awake. Don't move too much, you're probably dizzy."

You manage a nod and a small smile as her fingers close around yours. The dizziness is certainly present, as well as a fuzzy feeling you chalk up to either dehydration or lack of proper food or both. "I missed you." 

"I'm so sorry," she whispers. Though you can't see the tears, you can clearly hear them in her voice. "I should have found you sooner...I shouldn't have let them take you in the first place."

"Not your fault. None of this."

You can barely make out the shape of her frown under the edge of the crown. "Maybe not, but y/n...you don't know what I've done...the person I've turned into...you shouldn't be with me anymore."

Your head starts shaking before she even finishes her sentence, fingers tightening their hold on her just in case she tries to let go of you. "It doesn't matter. I just want you."

The words seem to unravel her, her body folding forward until her forehead rests on the edge of the mattress. Despite your words, she's still leaving distance between you. Still fighting with her own need to hold you close after everything.

Your free hand lifts and you reach out to touch the pointy ends of the crown. The touch is feather-light, more of an exploration than anything else, but it still causes her to shudder.

Wanda's head lifts once more and you can't stop yourself from cradling the bottom half of her face. The leftover shudder turns into a flinch and for a second you worry she'll really pull away. That her guilt will be too much for either of you to bear.

Instead of letting that happen, you speak up. "Does it hurt?"

"No," she murmurs. "Not anymore, it's just...a part of me now."

Despite the weight of everything you've been through, and everything she has suffered without you, a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips. "So, why would I love it less than any other part of you?"

The wave of relief that hits her extends all the way out to you. It's like for the first time in a long time, you're able to breathe again. To stop feeling the weight of loss and pain and the absence of the one person you needed most.

Your thumb brushes the edge of her jawline on autopilot and her shoulders drop another fraction when you don't even react to how different she feels now. You'll probably catalog the differences later once everything settles. For now, you're satisfied knowing her feelings for you haven't changed. Whatever she went through didn't change her enough to make her stop being as caring as she's always been.

"You know," she says, her voice carrying the slightest playful lilt. "I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."

If she's trying to get you to laugh, it works perfectly. "It's not a competition, Wands."

"Maybe not, but I still want to take care of you...will you let me, detka?"

"Yeah, of course."

You tug on Wanda's hand and she joins you in bed, hesitating slightly as she works to get settled without pressing on any of your bruises. You, on the other hand, are a little less concerned with the lingering pain in your body.

The last strike of the cane landed on your backside and you couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. 

You didn’t move, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps as you tried to regain some sort of a composure. 

“Good?” Asked Wanda as she moved to take the cuffs off of your wrists. They cuffed your arms behind your back at the beginning of the scene but by now you could barely feel anything, your limbs numb from no movement. 

“Yes.” You answered robotically.  

You didn’t enjoy it much, the cane. It left a sting that forced tears that had nothing to do with pleasure, but every ‘Color?’ was answered with ‘Green’.

You were far too afraid that if you told them you didn’t enjoy something they would end the arrangement and you would be left without an income. An income that you desperately needed to get by. Rent, tuition, food, none of that would pay itself. 

“I’m gonna go grab some lotion for her.” Muttered Natasha as she eyed you, unsure if you were just recovering from the intense canning or if something was genuinely wrong. 

Natasha and Wanda were good dominants, asked all the right questions, negotiated everything, though their care was more on the impersonal side. You were not their girlfriend or a wife. You were simply someone they paid for a good time. To be their little toy for the weekend and then go home. 

Every move, every word, every decision told you you were simply a person providing a service and nothing more. You were okay with that, that was what you signed up for after all. And they did pay you well, each sunday ending with a generous transaction. 

You only saw them through the weekend. They were far too busy with their company during the week and liked to keep their weekday evenings free for relaxation while you were left juggling school and your two other jobs throughout the day. 

You felt the mattress dip by your side as Wanda slowly stroked your hair. “I hope these are not sad tears.” She murmured. 

You shook your head immediately. “I liked it.” 

You did not. You wanted to stop before it even started. 

It was them who introduced you to the world of BDSM, though they weren’t really aware of it. You told them you were experienced. 

It wasn't like you hated everything. Being tied up was nice, especially when they edged you or overstimulated you. The paddle was fun too, hurting just enough to make you crave more, while slick covered the inside of your thighs. Being called a ‘good girl’ made you squirm and your hips buck more than anything else. You truly found a lot of it enjoyable, but there were certain aspects of it that made you want to hide away and cry, but you often found yourself saying ‘yes’ and ‘green’ even when your body yelled at you to say ‘stop’. This was a job after all. You were hired to be their submissive. To fulfil their needs as dominants. 

So when Natasha suggested the cane you said yes, just like always. You were here to please them, that’s what they were paying you for. The least you could do was say yes. 

“Got the lotion.” Said Natasha as she approached you and sat down on your other side. You heard her open the cap and squeeze some of it onto her palm, the sound more sharp than normal. “This is going to sting a bit.” She muttered. 

You gave her a small nod, just to show her you heard her, though the second her palm touched your aggravated skin you hissed sharply. Natasha was quick to pull her hand away. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, just stings.” You murmured, your voice strained. 

She only hesitated for a second, before her hand reached out again. “I know, the lotion will help. I promise.” 

The initial contact felt like being burned by fire, but you powered through and soon you were able to settle into the touch. The sting didn't immediately disappear, but it dulled enough to not make you whimper in pain. 

They gave you a few more minutes to rest, Wanda helped you roll onto your back and sit up, while Natasha handed you a bottle of water. They both watched carefully as you drank most of it, your mouth feeling like it was filled with sand. 

“Let’s get you to bed.” Said Wanda moments later as she helped you stand up. They had a special room where they did scenes, where they completely took you apart. Once everything was over they would always lead you to their guest room, while they quietly retreated to their own master bedroom. The simple gesture always left you feeling dirty, almost as if you weren’t worth their bed, but you knew the rules. This was strictly just sex, they were not looking for a companionship. 

Wanda helped you lay down when you reached the bed, while Natasha placed another bottle of water on the nightstand. “We’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything. Sleep well.” Said Wanda, her voice lowering. 

All I need is the money. 

“Good night.” You murmured as they closed the door to the guest room and the darkness engulfed you. You desperately tried to shake off the feeling of abandonment. You couldn't understand why you felt so down and shaken, you’ve done scenes you hadn’t really enjoyed that much before, but you were always fine. Why was this so different? 

Whatever. Nothing a bit of sleep won’t fix.  

You closed your eyes, hoping to will the sting away. The money you would receive tomorrow would make it all worth it. Even if you felt like a disgusting, used piece of toy. 

You hadn’t felt this disgusted with yourself since this arrangement started. That first night with them leaving you to question all your morals but you truly had no choice. 

______________

The end of your junior year was approaching quickly and with that the last tuition payment as well. You had it all under control, until you didn’t. 

The past three years were spent running between school in the morning, waitressing in the evening and bartending during the night. It was a lot and you barely had enough time to breathe, but you managed to pay the bills that needed to be paid, though you were often left with barely enough money to afford food. Sometimes all you had left was 20$, and sometimes you managed to save enough to feel like royalty, though you guessed actual royalty felt much different than you did. 

And then it all came crashing down on you in February. Your landlord unexpectedly raised the rent, which meant you had to pick up even more shifts. That was somehow manageable, but then your laptop broke down. And that was truly your downfall. You were in university, you needed a laptop to survive, but the repair cost so much you didn’t have enough for the upcoming tuition installment. 

You paid what you could, leaving a small amount of money in your bank account to afford some food, and promised yourself you would make up for it next month. The next month was the same, and your balance showed you were still almost one full tuition payment short. 

You worked hard to pay it off, and yet, when May arrived and it was time to pay the rest of the tuition off you were more than 2000$ short. 

Then one monday you received an email. Your hands shook and your heart stopped beating for a second as you saw the title. 

Final Notice: Outstanding Tuition Balance

You hesitated for a second before you opened it, wishing you could just pretend it didn't exist, but you knew that was not how life worked. You simply couldn’t run away from it. 

Tears gathered in your eyes as you opened the email. You couldn’t even read the whole message but the most important information stood out clearly. 

Outstanding balance of 4500$.

Failure to meet the deadline might result in a suspension of enrolment. 

By Monday, 25th of May, 1:00 PM. 

You had less than 7 days to get over 2000$. No amount of extra shifts was ever going to solve this, but you still tried asking. Both of your bosses turned you down, claiming there were no extra shifts to give. 

You tried asking for an extension too, claiming it was an extraordinary issue and that by September everything would be paid off. They turned you down too. 

The emergency loan didn’t work out either. 

You could drop out, that would technically make the problem disappear, but you didn’t want to give up now. You had one more year to get through and then you would finally be out of this mess. 

Just when it seemed like this would be the only way to get out of this situation, you overheard two girls talking in the lecture hall while you waited for your morning lecture to start. 

“Ugh, there’s this cute handbag I want to get, but I can’t fucking afford it.” Whined one of the girls. The sound made you wince, you could already tell what type of person she was and it made you despise her before even talking to her. 

“Show me.” Gasped the other girl, curious to see what it could possibly look like. The first girl swiftly pulled out her phone, the webpage with the handback already loaded as she turned the screen towards her friend. 

“It’s so cute though.” Dreamed the other girl, her eyes shining with adoration. 

“Yeah, look at the price.” Scoffed the first girl, the unhappiness clearly written across her face.  

Her friend gasped as she handed her the phone back. “Oh shit girl, that’s worth at least like one kidney.” 

The first girl whined again, the sound cutting through your head. “I know! Fuck it, I need to get myself a sugar daddy. That would solve everything.” 

They both laughed, obviously understanding it was just a harmless joke, but to you it sounded like salvation. 

The idea disgusted you. You were a lesbian, and having to interact with a man that you were not interested in at all left a bad taste in your mouth but you were desperate. 

Maybe we could just talk. Some of them just want dinner and that’s it, right?

You had less than 5 days left, you had to do something. 

That night you searched through the internet. Most of the websites felt much like a scam or straight up like a prostitution website but then you came across the one that would change everything for you. 

SugarDatingNYC

You clicked on it and you were surprised to see the simple, professional design. It seemed more like a corporate webpage rather than a place where one could pay someone for their time. 

The initial link only showed the basics. How it worked. Verification. Rules.

You didn’t see anyone’s profile. You needed your own profile for that. 

You didn’t immediately clink the ‘Sign Up’ button. You couldn’t believe you let yourself get to this point. There was nothing wrong with sex work, if that was what one wanted to do then good for them. But this was not the future you envisioned for yourself. Having to sell yourself just to afford basic necessities. 

You stared at the screen blankly for a few minutes, but your desperation won in the end. You did not want to be kicked out of the school. 

You signed up, but left your profile blank, your profile picture empty. You did not want anyone to see you on a webpage like this. You told yourself you would just look through to see who was on it, how much money they were offering for what type of stuff. 

Some just wanted to text, some wanted pictures, some wanted actual dinners. The money was nice but nowhere near enough compared to what you really needed. 

Then you looked at the profiles of people who wanted something more, something physical, and that’s when you found prices that would actually solve your issue, but the thought made you nauseous. Most of them were men, the profiles filled with sleazy photos and creepy descriptions, the language making you wince. 

No, you did not want to be a slave that would serve her master or a sex toy that would do anything for her daddy. 

No money was worth this. 

And then you stumbled upon their profile. Natasha and Wanda. A Married couple, both dominant, looking for a submissive, women only. Their profile was clean, professional, and it felt like finding a needle in a haystack. 

They wanted a dinner first, to discuss preferences and boundaries, promising a generous compensation. 1500$. It wasn’t enough but it was better than nothing and their profile was the only one that did not make you want to curl into a corner and cry. 

Your fingers hovered above the keyboard, wondering what you should write. Each message left unfinished before you deleted it. Frustrated, you put the phone away, deciding to let it be for now. 

The next morning you woke up even more drained than usual. School, work, another work, all of it passed with you barely noticing, your brain working on autopilot. Soon you were in the same place as yesterday, laying in bed and staring at that damn webpage. You found their profile again.

You pondered, but then you finally made the decision. You truly needed the money and there really was no time to waste. It didn’t matter to you that you weren’t a submissive. Or at least you weren’t aware of it. You weren’t totally clueless, you knew one side had control and the other didn’t, you knew people liked being tied up, liked being hit, but you’ve never tried it before so you couldn’t really tell if that was something you were into. It didn’t matter though. If they wanted a submissive, they would get one. 

You redid your profile, added a picture, a description, perfectly tailored the profile to what they wanted, adjusting the language over and over again to match their tone. 

And then you messaged them, your hands shaking with nerves. 

Hi, I really like your profile. Would you be up for a meet up? I’m available any time. 

You didn’t expect a quick response, after all it was middle of the night, and perhaps they didn’t even visit the website that often. You put the phone away as your heart beat dramatically. You couldn’t believe you’ve done this. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but your current situation left you feeling restless. It wasn’t until your alarm was almost about to go off that your brain finally decided to quiet down. 

You checked the webpage the second you opened your eyes and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed to find your message unanswered. They hadn’t seen it yet, which was a good sign, it at least meant they hadn't completely dismissed you, but it left you feeling uneasy. 

It was during the second lecture of the day, while the lecturer was setting up his presentation for the class that you decided to check the webpage again. Your eyes widened when you saw you got 2 new messages. 

Tonight, 8PM. Here’s the address. 

The second message was an address of a restaurant, which you immediately looked up. It was luxurious and expensive, located in a part of the city you don’t venture in accidentally. Clearly meant for wealthy people to visit.  

You were a bit startled to see there was no hello or an introduction, just a simple instruction with time and place. What if they’re serial killers? 

You shook the unwanted thoughts away and typed back.

I’ll be there. 

Your shift at the bar was supposed to start at 9 PM, there was no way you would be able to make it. You opened the chat with your boss and messaged him that you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. 

_____________

“You think we should text her back?” Asked Wanda as she stared at the opened chat in Natasha’s phone. 

Natasha just shrugged her shoulders as she answered indifferently. “We can try. What do we have to lose?” 

“She seems eager.” Murmured Wanda thoughtfully. 

“Yeah, she probably wants the money.” Chuckled Natasha. She knew what the girls on these sorts of apps wanted. Easy money to buy luxurious stuff. It wasn’t like it bothered her, but she did find it humorous at times. 

“Let’s just meet up with her tonight, the worst that can happen is that she won’t show up.” Argued Natasha. 

“Okay.” Sighed Wanda, the excitement missing in her voice. 

They had a happy marriage, some would argue that it was too happy. They loved each other dearly and were more than enough for one another. But over the years their sexual desires grew, what started as a very vanilla sex slowly evolved into more kinkier stuff. However, that’s when they realized one important factor. Neither of them were truly submissive. Both of them could relinquish power every now and then, but the simple truth was that both women simply enjoyed being dominant more. 

It wasn’t a marriage ending type of issue for them, but they both secretly hoped for some sort of a solution. 

Neither of them expected for that solution to arrive so soon. 

They were hanging out with some of their friends, everyone in the circle having known each other for years at this point, which meant that no topic was too sensitive to discuss. 

It started off calmly, everyone simply catching up on what they’ve been up to lately, eating dinner and sharing wine. 

It was later that evening that the conversation turned into a very intense sexual discussion, each friend spilling one confession after another. Wanda and Natasha kept quiet, not revealing much about their own sexual escapades, since they preferred to keep that private. 

That didn’t last long as suddenly one friend turned to the married couple and bluntly asked. “So, who’s the dominant one?”

Both women stared in shock, not really sure what to say. “Uh, I mean, we both are?” Answered Wanda, her voice hesitant. 

“What do you mean?” Asked another friend, placing her elbows on the table as she stared at them intensely, smirk adoring her face. She was always the one that loved winding people up, and she was thoroughly enjoying this moment. 

“Well, we can both sub, but we both prefer being on the dominant side.” Answered Wanda again, a bit more sheepish. 

“So how does that work then?”

“It works just fine, thanks for asking.” Clipped Natasha, clearly getting tired of being interrogated about something so personal. 

“Oh, come on Nat. Don’t be so uptight.” Teased another woman, but Natasha was quick to bite back. “I’m not uptight. This is just none of your business.” 

“It works fine, but if neither of us are up for subbing then we’re just sort of stuck. We still have fun but it just feels unbalanced sometimes. It's becoming a bit more frequent, but it’s okay.” Answered Wanda quickly but honestly, hoping to close the topic. 

“Get a sugar baby then, someone who would sub for you. People will do just about anything, if you offer them enough money.” A different friend answered indifferently, throwing the information at them so casually as if she was discussing the weather. 

“But we don’t want to open our marriage.” Argued Wanda, disgust clearly written across her face. Natasha’s face was no different, clearly not thrilled about the idea. 

“Then don’t. Open your bedroom. Keep it professional, just a simple transaction. They come over, you guys fuck and they leave. No need for any romance.” Shrugged the same friend.

“I don’t know, that doesn’t feel right.” Murmured Wanda as she looked away, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. 

“Give it some thought, hm? There are many websites meant exactly for this. This isn’t an unsolvable issue.” Said the friend as she offered them an honest smile, her look free of judgement. 

Natasha and Wanda didn’t open the topic that night again once they got home, choosing to let it sit for a bit. It was days later that Wanda decided to bring it up again, approaching her wife and confessing she was willing to give it a try if it was strictly a sex only arrangement. Nothing more.  

They had a thorough conversation about it, clearly laying down boundaries and what they both expected from it. And after that, they started doing their research, looking over different websites to use, neither of them were completely comfortable with it, but they figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

They searched through many websites, but none of them felt right enough until they found that specific one. It seemed professional, or at least as professional as it could be and they both quickly agreed to set up their profile there. 

They chose to keep it simple, only sharing what was necessary, there was nothing sexual to it, nothing suggestive, the whole profile looking close to a CV. 

And then…nothing. 

They didn’t reach out to anyone. The idea of reaching out to young girls and offering them money for sexual services felt predatory to them. So they just had their profile there, finding new messages from a few people every now and then, but none of it ever really worked out. 

It wasn’t like either of them was really disappointed, since neither of them truly believed it would work out. So they just left the profile there, deciding to just check if there was anything new every now and then. 

And then they found you, or rather, you found them. 

Were you, perhaps, going to be the solution to their problem? 

_______________

You almost backed out about 10 times before you finally got on a train to go to the restaurant. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. What would your younger self think? 

Your leg bounced uncontrollably the whole way there, and you kept considering just getting out of the train and leaving, but you needed the money. 

It’s fine. It’s just a conversation tonight. I don’t have to do anything with them. 

The walk from the station to the restaurant felt endless and too quick at the same time. You became increasingly more anxious the closer you got, your hands shaking in their pockets and your breathing laboured.

You showed up to the restaurant exactly 10 minutes early, wanting to appear professional, or as professional as you could be in a situation like this. 

You weren’t surprised to already see the married couple sitting by the table, recognizing them from the picture on their profile. They both seemed like the type to arrive at places early. You weren’t sure if you were glad to show up after them or not, approaching them felt weird, but sitting there and having them approach you would feel weird too. 

You walked closer carefully, internally trying to convince yourself to not run away. You kept walking until you stood directly in front of them, their eyes raised as they sensed a new presence and you suddenly felt even more shy at their intense stares. You hid your arms behind your back, not wanting them to see the intense tremor. 

“Hi, I-, I’m the one from the website. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, your voice shaking, as you tried to sound as polite as possible. 

“Hello. I’m Wanda.” Said the first woman and then nodded her head towards the empty chair to your left. “Sit down.” 

Your eyes darted to the other woman who simply offered. “Natasha.” 

You nodded as you pulled the chair back and sat down, it was then that you allowed yourself to look around and admire the restaurant’s interior. It felt and looked expensive, and you could tell the only thing you would be able to afford here would be a cup of water. Maybe not even that. 

“I-, uh, I don’t really know where to start-” You murmured frantically, wanting to fill the silence but Wanda was quick to interrupt you. “That’s okay. Let’s just keep it simple, hm? Choose something to eat, our treat.” 

Her voice was melodic, and so soft you found yourself nodding without even realizing it. You picked up the menu carefully and scanned what was inside. You weren’t surprised to see that you didn’t know the majority of the dishes, everything expensive and way over the top for a regular person. 

“Wine?” Asked Natasha when the waitress brought the bottle to the table.

“Sure.” You nodded absentmindedly. Alcohol was probably what you needed. 

“Did you choose something?” Asked Wanda after a few minutes and you nodded shyly as you showed her what you wanted. She offered you a gentle nod in response as she smiled. 

No one said anything while you waited for the waitress to come get your orders and you were desperate to fill the awkward silence. Though it seemed like you were the only one who felt the awkward atmosphere because the two older women seemed entirely at ease, almost as if this was no different than just a casual dinner with a friend they hadn’t seen in a while. 

Natasha ordered for all of you once the waitress got to your table, Wanda only making an occasional comment with few adjustments, while you sat quietly, playing anxiously with your fingers in your lap. 

Once the waitress left Natasha cleared her throat and spoke, her voice low. “So, what do you want out of this?” 

“I just-, I want money.” You murmured as you winced internally, shame washing over your whole body. 

I sound like a slut. 

“That we can do.” Chuckled Wanda, and her little teasing comment eased something in you.

Maybe you didn’t need to feel so ashamed. They were here for the same thing, they wanted this too. 

“Look, I know this is weird. Believe me, this isn’t what we typically do on a friday evening either, but this is just a conversation, okay? No pressure, we just talk and see where it goes.” Said Wanda, her lips pulled into a tiny but genuine smile. 

“Okay.” You nodded, unable to not return the smile. 

They didn’t ask you much about who you were or why exactly you were doing this, all they wanted to know was that you were all on the same page. They asked you if you had any experiences with BDSM and you nodded immediately, wanting them to believe you were the perfect fit. 

You continued the conversation as you ate, though most of it consisted of them explaining what they wanted from this while you nodded along. They didn’t go into great detail, mostly just clarifying that this was a sex only arrangement to them, it was to remain absolutely discreet, that you were to see no one else during this arrangement for safety purposes and that each night spent together would end with a payment of 3000$. 

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you heard how much money they would pay you. That would be more than enough to pay off the tuition. 

“Are you still interested?” Asked Natasha as she raised her eyebrows at you, not being able to hide her smirk.  

“Very.” You nodded immediately, earning yourself a chuckle from her. 

Wanda clasped her hands together, closing the conversation. “Well, for now, I think we talked enough. Would you like to come over tomorrow? We can discuss this in more detail, find some common ground and sign a contract.” 

“I-, yeah, sure. That works.” You said as you took a sip of the wine, both surprised and relieved to see this moving along so fast. The sooner this happened, the sooner you would get the money. If they kept their promise you would still get money tonight, but it wouldn’t be enough to pay off everything. 

With that Natasha stood up to go pay, while Wanda led you outside and made sure to exchange your phone numbers, reminding you to send them your bank account number as well. 

Wanda immediately replied to your message with an address. “This is our place. Be there tomorrow at 8 PM, okay?” 

“Of course.” You nodded politely, which made Wanda give you a gentle smile. “Perfect! It was nice meeting you.” 

“See you tomorrow.” Said Natasha as she returned, her hand moving to rest on Wanda’s lower back. They looked good together, almost as if they were from the front page of some expensive magazine. 

“See ya.” You said as you waved your hand awkwardly and quickly turned around in the direction of the train station, desperately needing to escape. 

There wasn’t anything wrong with them, they didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. They were professional but polite. It was the idea of this arrangement that made you feel uneasy. 

You will feel even more uneasy when you get kicked out of the school. 

You watched the people pass you by as you stood at the platform, waiting for your train to arrive. You wondered quietly what they were up to tonight, whether they’ve also done something they never thought they would have to do. 

You felt your anxiety rise any time someone glanced your way, feeling like everyone could see right through you. 

They know what you did. They know your dirty little secret. 

You barely registered the train arriving or getting on it, your body suddenly working on autopilot. It was only half way through the journey that you finally woke up from whatever trance you were in, the sound of a new notification on your phone waking you up. You pulled it out of your pocket, wanting to check what it was. 

The color drained from your face when you saw. Wanda transferred the money. 1500$ just like that. 

You released a shaky breath, finally feeling like that weight was lifting off of your shoulders. And as you left the train station and pressed your card against the gate to pay for your ride you realized that dread didn’t fill you, the sound of the money leaving your bank account not leaving you shaken for once. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

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You stared in awe as your uber dropped you off in front of their house. Normally you wouldn't spend your money on an uber, choosing to save that money instead, but when you looked up a way to get there you were horrified to find out you would have to walk for about an hour after getting off of the train, the whole journey taking close to 2 hours, while the uber would only take about 30 minutes. The neighbourhood was apparently so high end that there was no public transport going there, everyone simply drove. 

You thanked the driver and got out, slowly making your way to their front door. You felt smaller and smaller as you approached their house. You briefly wondered if only the two of them lived there. You understood the want for luxurious things and that people liked to treat themselves when they could afford it, but a house of this size was simply ridiculous. It could easily house at least a dozen people, probably even more. 

You stood in front of the door for a few moments, debating if you should text them you were here or ring the bell. You chose the latter, feeling like it was a bit more polite. 

There was no response for a while, and you wondered if you should ring the bell again, but just as you were about to reach out the door opened swiftly, revealing Wanda.

“Well, hello there.” She greeted you with a smile adoring her face.

“Hi.” You replied, feeling shy under her intense gaze. 

“Come on, come inside.” She said as she stepped aside to let you in, revealing the enormous hallway decorated with furniture and numerous paintings.

You couldn’t hide the look of amazement, which Wanda noticed as she gave you an amused smile. “You like it?”

“It’s breathtaking.” You sighed. It felt surreal to stand in a place like this.

“Well, thank you. We are very proud of this place.” Said Wanda as she led you deeper into the house. There was a massive living room to your right and an even bigger kitchen to your left. That was where she led you, while Natasha was already waiting there.

“Hi.” You greeted her quietly, her presence a bit more intimidating than that of her wife. 

“Hello.” She replied promptly as she stood up and went to open one of the cupboards. “How are you?” 

“Good.” You murmured as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your sleeves. You felt unsure of yourself. You felt like you didn’t belong in this place and you weren’t sure if you should sit down or wait for them to tell you something.

“Nervous?” She asked teasingly as she glanced at you over her shoulder.

You let out a tiny chuckle as you nodded, your hands dropping to your side. “A bit.”

“I would offer you some wine, but I think it’s better if we’re all sober for this conversation. So, how about some water?” She asked as she turned to you completely, holding three glasses in her hands, waiting for your answer.

“Water works.” You murmured as you stood still and watched her place the glasses on the table that separated you. A jug filled with water already placed in the middle. 

She sat down then, staring at you expectantly.

“Sit down.” Said Wanda suddenly as she pulled away one of the chairs from the table before circling it, choosing to sit next to her wife. 

You felt as if you were in the middle of a job interview. When you thought about it that was basically what it was. You were applying for a job, hoping they would choose you.

“So, we discussed the money last night. That still stands if you agree.” Said Wanda as poured some water in a cup, placing it in front of you.

“Yeah, yeah. That's fine.” You nodded immediately. 

“We also discussed how we expected this arrangement to work. That hasn’t changed. But what we would like to go through now is exactly what we want to do within this arrangement.” Continued Natasha, to which you only gave a small nod, showing her you were listening.

“You said you’ve had experiences in BDSM before, right?” She questioned.

“Yes, that’s right.” 

“So, what have you tried so far?” Asked Wanda and you wavered momentarily. You couldn’t back out now, so you scattered your brain for some specific activities you could tell them you engaged in. 

“Uh, well, tying up, spanking…just the usual stuff.” You murmured, hoping to hide your cluelessness behind shyness. 

“It is okay if you haven’t tried something yet. Each scene will be discussed beforehand to ensure we all know what’s going to happen and if we’re all okay with that.” Wanda replied, sensing your uneasiness.

Natasha suddenly pulled out a stack of papers, picking a specific one and handing it to you. 

“This is a list of our preferences, what is okay and what is absolutely off the table. Take a second to look at it and then we can discuss.” Said Natasha, her tone suddenly turning strict.

You nodded as you grabbed the paper and quickly scanned its contents.

Hard limits and Preferences.

You went through the hard limits first. The list wasn’t long but it mostly contained kinks on the more extreme side. 

Age play, anything involving bodily fluids, knife play, breath play, rape play.

You were relieved to see those written in there, knowing that you would have a hard time engaging in these things if that was what they wanted from you.

Then you scanned the preferences. That list was longer. Much, much longer. Some of the things written in there scared you, but you plastered on a polite smile and looked up at them. 

“Seems okay.” You tell them, feigning confidence. 

“How do those hard limits seem to you?” Asked Wanda, her voice taking on a softer tone. 

“I-, uh, it’s okay. I don’t like any of that either.” You answered quickly.

“Anything on the other side that is a hard limit for you?” Natasha asked, her tone stern. 

“No.” You answered immediately. It’s been going well so far, you didn’t want them to throw you out now.

They both raised their eyebrows at that, clearly not convinced that you would be into the exact same things as them.

“I mean, I haven’t done all of it, but I’m willing to try.” You stuttered, feeling shy under their intense stares.

“All of it?” Asked Natasha, obviously trying to catch you out in a lie, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. 

“Yes.” You nodded confidently.

“Well, okay.” She muttered as she picked up another paper, this one carried the same title but the rest remained plain. “Write your hard limits and preferences here for us.” 

Fuck. You did not remember everything they had written in there.

The hard limits one was easy, the list short enough to be memorized in that short amount of time but you wouldn’t be able to write down an exact copy of their preferences.

You wrote as much as you could and handed the paper back to them. They both went through it carefully before placing it next to their own list. 

“Hm, almost an exact match, you only left out a few things.” Murmured Natasha as she raised her eyebrows. She proceeded to read aloud those that you left out but you already prepared an answer. “I haven’t tried those, but I want to.”

Wanda gave you a soft smile as she spoke. “Let’s put those under soft limits, hm? We can start with what you already know and then we can move on to something new if you feel up to it.”

I don’t know any of it.

“Okay.” You murmured.

Natasha cleared her throat as she began speaking again. “Now safe words. We use the traffic lights system. Green for keep going. Yellow for slow down or I need a break. Red for stop. Do you use anything else or would you like to use those?” 

“No, those are fine.” You said immediately. 

“We will have non-verbal safe words in place too. In case you cannot speak. We can do taps or squeezes or you can raise your fingers. One for green, two for yellow and three for red. It’s important that you remember this, but we will make sure to always remind you before any scene starts and there will be regular check-ins during the scenes too.” Wanda added, staring at you intensely.

You gave them a small nod but Natasha’s stern voice quickly interrupted you. “Words.”

Your eyes widened momentarily, slightly taken back. Strangely enough, it made warmth bloom in your stomach, your hips shifting unconsciously. “I-, yes, sure. I understand.”

The talk continued, words like aftercare and subspace thrown around but you didn’t pay that much attention anymore, robotically nodding and agreeing to everything. 

Then they talked about the scheduling. You were to come over every Friday at 8 PM, do a scene and then leave. The same on Saturday, while Sunday and the rest of the weekdays were to remain free for both sides. This meant you would have to cancel your waitressing shifts those days, the times simply not working out but you were okay with that. The amount they would pay you would more than make up for it. 

And then the last step. Signing the contract.

“This is mostly just a technicality. Just something to make sure that all sides are safe and that we all have something to fall on.” Clarified Wanda, but your hand still shook slightly as you held the pen in your fingers. You couldn’t mess up now. 

You read through it swiftly, not really caring what was in it but not wanting to appear careless in front of them. And then you signed it. 

“Well, that’s that.” Said Natasha as she took the paper from you, putting it on top of the other papers. 

“Are you up for a scene tonight?” Wanda asked suddenly, which earned her an immediate nod from you. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, wanting to make sure you weren’t lying, but you weren’t going to butch. You nodded again, trying to appear more sure of yourself. “Absolutely.” 

“Alright then, let’s go upstairs.” Said Natasha as she stood up abruptly, her voice carrying a hint of finality. 

They both walked towards the grand staircase and you immediately followed after them like a lost puppy. You weren’t surprised to see the numerous doors once you reached the upper floor, none of them open, quietly hiding what was behind. You all walked all the way until the end of the hallway and then stopped abruptly as Natasha pulled out a key from her pocket. 

“This is where all our scenes will take place.” Said Natasha as she finally unlocked the door, letting you step in first. You were speechless at the sight. The whole room was red and black, filled with various instruments and furniture, but you could tell each and every one of them served its purpose. Some of them looked like torture devices rather than something that was supposed to bring pleasure. A shiver ran through you at the thought of some of these things being used on you. 

You felt Wanda gently squeeze your shoulder, her voice low, but not judgemental. “Still want to keep going?” 

“Yeah…” You murmured. 

I want to run away.

“Okay. I promise we'll keep it simple tonight.” Replied Wanda as she led you to the middle of the room, stopping right in front of the enormous bed. There was no duvet or blanket on it, only two red satin pillows, the mattress made of leather as well.

She stood directly in front of you, while her fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt, but she made no move to take it off yet. 

You looked up at her expectantly, but she only gave you a small smile. “Can I take it off?” 

Your head moved before you could register it, frantically nodding in agreement, but that wasn’t enough for her. “Use your words.”

“I-, yeah, you can take it off.” You murmured, growing impatient, but that seemed to be enough for her as she began to undress you and soon you stood completely naked in front of her. She stepped slightly to the side, letting Natasha see you properly as well. 

It felt strange to stand naked in front of them, while they both remained completely clothed, the action leaving you to feel weirdly exposed and vulnerable. You had to fight the urge to hide, especially when you saw Natasha sitting down in a chair and looking at you so casually. 

It made you nervous, but more than that, it made you feel humiliated. Humiliated to admit that you liked it, slick slowly but surely covering the insides of your thighs. 

“Color?” Wanda asked carefully, stopping for a second to observe you. You gave her a small smile as you spoke. “Green.” 

She nodded in acknowledgement, but her eyes were already turning darker with mischief. “I’ll start first, just with my fingers and my mouth. Gotta get you ready for Natasha.” 

You nodded wordlessly, the blunt language making you blush. It was unbelievable how they could talk about something so sexual and dirty so casually, almost as if they were discussing what they would have for dinner. 

Wanda inched closer to you, which instinctively made you back up, your knees bending once they hit the bed, making you sit down clumsily. 

“Lay back.” You laid down slowly, looking up at Wanda with nervous eyes.

“Thighs apart.” She ordered again, her tone turning more stern as she continued speaking. Your thighs parted automatically, wanting to please her. 

“Good girl.” Your heart stopped beating for a moment, your breath catching in your throat. You liked that more than you thought you would.

“Now make sure they stay there.” She added as she settled between your thighs, her lips beginning to pepper small kisses along the inside of your thighs. You squirmed a bit, finding it a bit ticklish, but your movements were quickly stopped when Wanda decided to bite down on the flesh, wordlessly warning you. It hurt, but it also made your pussy clench around nothing, making a small whine leave your lips. 

Suddenly you felt a single finger drag through your folds, ending at your clit, which made your hips buckle. “Hm, so wet already.” Mused Wanda, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying yourself. 

She teasingly pressed her finger against your clit, while she kept kissing and biting your thighs mindlessly. You tried to bite back your moans, feeling embarrassed about being so around when nothing even happened yet. 

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear it.” Said Wanda as she raised her head, beginning to slowly circle your clit, which made a moan come out of your mouth. Wanda smiled triumphantly. “That’s it.”  

Your head began to spin, and thoughts were becoming harder to string together. You’ve never felt anything like this before. 

You felt the bed dip by your side and you turned your head, finding Natasha sitting next to you, her legs crossed and face blank, though you could see a hint of something dangerously devilish in her eyes. 

Wanda stopped stroking your clit after a few moments, instead moving her thumb downwards before suddenly dipping it in your pussy. You yelped in surprise, your walls immediately squeezing around her thumb. 

“God, she’s soaked.” Murmured Wanda in awe as she looked up at Natasha. 

“I can see.” Mused Natasha, her fingers going to your nipples, mindlessly playing with them. 

Apparently Wanda was done playing around, because she pulled out her thumb only to push her index and middle finger in as her mouth latched onto your clit. Your back arched at the unexpected wave of pleasure, while moans spilled from your mouth. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” Murmured Natasha while her fingers kept softly pinching your nipples. 

Wanda kept switching between sucking on your clit and circling it with her tongue, while her fingers kept pressing against your g-spot. You could barely hold yourself together, the pleasure turning your brain into a soup. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you felt your pussy clench around Wanda’s fingers more and more as your moans kept getting louder. You knew what it meant. You were close, you were going to cum. 

All of a sudden, Wanda’s fingers stopped, her mouth pulling away from your clit and your eyes snapped open, tears threatening to spill. 

“I-, please, no…” You whined, your hips shifting over and over, despite Wanda trying to hold you still. 

“Are you begging?” Chuckled Natasha as her fingers unexpectedly pinched your nipple much harder than before, making you whine more.

“I-, uh, yeah…” You murmured, blush rising along your cheeks. 

“Well, then you need to do a better job than that, because you’re not convincing so far.” Said Natasha, which made you pout and your brain drift, which Wanda caught immediately. “Hey, color?”

“Green. I’m green. Just wanna cum.” You whined desperately as your hips buckled uncontrollably.  

“Well, you need to wait then. We like to take our time.” Said Wanda as she pulled her whole body away, her fingers slipping from your pussy, leaving you empty and desperate. She settled on your side instead, while Natasha stood up abruptly. 

“You’ve taken a strap before, right?” She asked, waiting for a response.

“Yes.” 

No. You’ve only ever taken fingers. 

Natasha nodded bluntly as she opened one of the draws, pulling out a strap and a harness, the sight making your mouth water and your pussy clench. You wondered if it was going to hurt, anxiety washing over you all of a sudden. You could only hope your face didn’t give it away, as you had absolutely no strength to hide it. 

She pulled the harness up and secured it swiftly, her movements clearly impatient. You looked up at Wanda, who stroked your hair, letting your poor, sensitive nipples rest. 

You felt Natasha kneel between your thighs, and you looked back at her. She held the strap in her palm and slowly but firmly stroked it against your clit, not putting in yet.  

“Color?” She asked and you were quick to answer. “Green.” 

She slowly started to put it in, bit by bit, letting you adjust to the size. You held your breath as you felt the sting of your pussy being stretched uncomfortably, but Natasha suddenly stopped and instead stroked your clit, which made you moan and your hips buck, forcing the strap deeper. 

She kept stroking your clit as she started to push it all the way inside and then stilled once it was all in, letting you adjust. Your legs squirmed as waves of pleasure kept washing over you. 

She started to pull out, but when she was about halfway out she pushed back in, slowly starting to fuck into you, her movements slow but deep. She got rougher as few moments passed, slowly starting to fuck you faster, but it was still relatively slow. Definitely nowhere near enough to make you cum, just enough to be pleasurable and to make your head feel like it was empty. 

But then suddenly her movements got faster, her hips slamming into you at an impossible speed, her thumb harshly stroking your clit. It made your eyes roll into the back of your skull, and you could tell you were close again. 

You let out a small scream mixed with a moan, choking out. “I-, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” 

Natasha’s eyes turned dark as she sternly clipped back. “No.” 

You let out a desperate whimper. “Please…” 

She sped up even more. “Ask me nicely.” 

“Ple-, fuck! Please, please can I cum?” You whined, almost screaming. 

She didn’t grant you an answer immediately, wanting to torture you just for a moment longer, enjoying that look of desperation in your eyes. She sped up her movements instead. And just when one single tear finally fell from your eye she spoke.  

“Cum.” Ordered Natasha, and you could’ve sworn you passed out in that moment. Your pussy kept pulsing for what felt like an eternity and a mix of moans and whimpers kept leaving your mouth. Your hips kept bucking uncontrollably while Natasha kept stroking your clit, her strap buried deep in you, hoping to prolong your orgasm. 

It was only when your whines increased in pitch that she finally stopped moving her finger along your clit, noticing you were becoming overstimulated. She gave you a few moments to calm down before mumbling something about pulling out, but you paid her no mind. 

Moments passed, but your breaths kept coming out laboured, while your mind remained empty. All you felt was someone draping a blanket over you and a hand gently stroking your hair. 

Suddenly Wanda spoke as she helped you raise your head, an object made of plastic pressing against your lips. “Have some water.” You drank eagerly, feeling like you hadn’t had water in ages. You briefly noticed that Natasha wasn’t in the room with you, but your head was too fuzzy to question her whereabouts. 

“That’s enough.” Said Wanda as she pulled the bottle away from your mouth, satisfied to see you drank more than a half and laid your head back on the mattress, her hand resuming its previous movement.

Once you woke up from the haze of the orgasm you remembered. Have sex and leave. 

You looked up at Natasha once she came back into the room, feeling the shyness return. “Could you hand me my phone, please? I need to order myself an uber.” 

She nodded and wordlessly picked up your phone from the chair where Wanda placed it along with your clothes. “Here you go.” 

“Thanks.” You murmured as you opened the app, finding a driver nearby and pressing ‘order’.

“It should be here in about 20 minutes.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes, suddenly feeling exhaustion wash over you. 

“Okay.” Replied Wanda as she mindlessly stroked your hair. You felt Natasha place something into your palm once you put your phone down. You opened your eyes briefly, wondering what it was. 

“Chocolate. It will make you feel better.” She explained as she stood up again, unable to stay still apparently. 

You let yourself rest for a bit, but when the app showed you your driver would arrive in 10 minutes you moved to get ready. Wanda handed you your clothes, and you began to dress yourself, which proved to be more difficult than expected since your limbs felt like jelly. 

They both walked down with you, Natasha joining you from one of the other rooms on the upper floor. Probably a bathroom. 

Natasha held the door open for you, while Wanda handed you your coat. “We’ll see you on Friday." Said Wanda as she watched you step outside, patiently waiting for your exit. 

“See ya.” You said as you turned around, your uber waiting for you at the bottom of the driveway. 

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They paid you so much money that you had enough to go get an actual bag of groceries for the first time in the past 3 years, but as you cooked in your very modest kitchen you felt completely numb. 

I had sex for money. 

You couldn’t even finish the food you made for yourself, feeling as if you were about to throw up every time you swallowed. You put the leftovers in the fridge, already knowing it was just a matter of time before it would end up in the trash can. 

As you laid in bed that night you opened the student portal, the unpaid tuition staring back at you brightly, and with a few simple clicks you sent the remaining amount of your tuition that was waiting to be paid.

If only getting the money was that simple. 

You turned off the screen when you received the automated confirmation email and tossed your phone aside. You turned towards the small window in your room and stared at the city, which was somehow still alive. 

You were hoping for the relief to hit you, and it was there, but it was so dull you could barely feel it. What was stronger was the unbearable feeling of disgust. Tears gathered in your eyes as realization of what you had done truly hit you. 

I slept with someone for money.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, and the night after that too, not being able to shake those feelings off as you constantly questioned how you could’ve let this happen. 

You felt that same disgust now as you laid in bed in their guest bedroom, while your backside was on fire. Could you really keep this up? Was the money really worth it? 

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Your arms are full of grocery bags when you pull up to the house, and you spot an unfamiliar black SUV parked in the driveway. You shift the bags higher on your hip, curious who could've showed up unannounced this early on a Saturday. After you haul the groceries into the kitchen and pack the cold items away, you wander toward the backyard to see who's here. You push the screen open to find Wanda with three women around her age and you immediately know these are her college friends. You hover in the doorway, wondering if you should go out and introduce yourself like any good host would—but you don't. You know it'll only make Wanda angry, so you freeze, half-hidden behind the door before you turn quietly away from the back door and head back into the kitchen. 

You grab the container of lemon cookies you baked last night, then pull out a clean ceramic platter to arrange them on. This gives you a reason to bring them out, to say hello without being intrusive. You check the iced tea pitcher, top it off with fresh ice, and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trying not to think about why your hands are shaking a little.

You smooth down your dress, trying to steady your breathing before picking up the tray of cookies and the pitcher. You just hope this won't spark another fire with your stepdaughter. You're only being a good host.

And a good mom…

All three of them go quiet the second you step out, eyes wide as they drag over you from head to toe. None of them bother to hide how they're staring, each of them a little stunned that Wanda never mentioned her stepmother was this smoking hot—not a single word. 

Carol's smirk tugs up at the corner of her mouth, leaning back in her lawn chair to get a better look. Maria just lifts her sunglasses down her nose, a quiet, impressed hum rumbling in her chest that's loud enough for all of them to hear. While Natasha, the quiet one just blushes pushing her thick glasses back to her nasal bone and clearing her throat.

And Wanda watches her friends openly gawk at you, her jaw clenched so tight she can taste blood in her mouth. Her fingers dig into the palm of her hand, a habit that she always does when something bitter curls tight in her stomach that she can't force down.

This is all your fault. If you'd just stayed in your side of the house like you were supposed to, if you hadn't come out here parading yourself in that short sundress, her friends wouldn't be staring like that. You did this on purpose and she knows it.

You keep your smile polite, even when your hands start to shake where you hold the platter. You clear your throat softly as you greet them.

"Hey, I brought out some cookies for you all. I baked them last night, they're lemon, if you like them."

The redhead you first noticed when you hover in the doorway pushes herself up from the lawn chair, wiping her hand on her jeans before holding it out to you, all easy politeness that makes your shoulders relax a little. She takes your hand and greets you. Very polite, you take note of her.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Lehnsherr. I'm Natasha."

The two other girls greet you at once, leaning forward to grab cookies from your platter, their voices warm and friendly, hungry in a way you don't pick up on right away, too busy trying to avoid your stepdaughter's glare.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, you smile a little wobbly around the edges. You keep your eyes mostly on Wanda, trying to gauge how angry she is, and that tight, cold glare she's giving you makes your stomach drop. You know that look. Fuck, she is mad. Fear pricks sharp at the back of your neck.

"Okay, well, I'll go now," you say, stepping back toward, your voice tight. "If you guys need anything at all, just come find me in the kitchen." You don't wait for a reply, just turn and hurry back inside, your heart hammering so hard you can hear it in your ears.

You're halfway through the back door when you hear one of them ask.

"Shit, that's your mom?" 

The question hangs hot in the summer air, and you freeze, your hand tight on the door frame. Then you hear Wanda murmur back, low and cold, sharp enough to cut right through you.

"That's not my mom." 

The words land like a punch to the chest and you hurry inside before any of them can see your face crumple.

You press your back against the kitchen wall once the screen door clicks shut. You bite down hard on your lower lip to fight the tears burning at the corners of your eyes, your throat tightening so much you can barely breathe. 

It's that sharp, biting emphasis on "that" that slices through you. She says it like you're just some thing, some temporary parasite that latched onto her father and her mother's home, not a person, not anything that could ever be close to family. 

Don't let her words get to you, you remind yourself. You swipe at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand, blow out a shaky breath before starting cooking to distract yourself.

Wanda and her friends are stretched out on the backyard lounge chairs, iced tea sweating in their hands, all staring toward the back door where you just left. 

Carol leans forward, grinning sharp and nudges Wanda's knee with her foot.

"Dude, you didn't tell us you got that fucking hot of a stepmom. You've been hiding her this whole time?"

Wanda's jaw tightens, her fingers curling so hard around her glass it would crack. She glares at the blonde, her voice sharp enough to cut, wanting them all to stop looking toward the house. 

"She's not that hot. Shut up." 

"Fuck, I swear I've seen this exact scenario on Pornhub." Carol barks out a loud, rough laugh.

Maria lowers her glass, a slow, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, and tilts her head at Wanda. 

"Seems like you don't want her. So do you mind if I…?" The implied question hangs.

Wanda just huffs before glaring hard but there's a faint pink flush creeping up her neck that gives her away. She rolls her eyes so hard her head tilts back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh fuck off."

She's arrogant, sure, but she's not dumb. She knows if she lets them keep talking, they'll start asking questions she doesn't want to answer. She can't let them guess how much you already get under her skin or under her. She snaps at them every time they push too far. She doesn't want them looking at you that way, doesn't want them reducing you to a stupid stepmom fantasy only the way she does.

Almost an hour passes before you hear the back screen door creak open, and you look up from stirring the mashed potatoes to see the polite woman with glasses—Natasha? If you remembered correctly. She was smiling politely as she carried the empty cookie platter and iced tea pitcher inside. 

"Hi, Mrs. Lehnsherr. Just wanted to say your cookies were great."

You turn off the mixer for the mashed potatoes, wiping your hand on your apron, and give her a small smile. 

"Oh, thank you. Natasha, right? Just call me Y/N." 

She grins, dimples popping in her cheeks, and nods, a faint pink blush rising up her neck.

"Okay, Y/N. Do you need help around here?"

"Oh no, I've got this covered. You guys go enjoy there, don't let me keep you. Everything's almost done anyway."

I don't mind if you keep me here, the redhead thought but her imagination was interrupted when the back screen door creaked open again, and Wanda appeared in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes flicking between the two of you where you stand close by the counter.

"Natasha, Carol's looking for you. Come outside." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her gaze fixed on Natasha, like she's daring her to stay.

Once the door clicks shut, your stepdaughter's cold gaze shifts back to you. She doesn't say anything, just walks slowly across the kitchen toward you. She stops just a foot away from you.

You can feel the anger practically rolling off her in waves. You don't move when her hands came to rest on your waist, sliding slowly down to the hem of your sundress. She flips the soft fabric up just a little like she was checking it out. You closed your eyes in fear when she pressed her front to your back.

"Fucking slut. You loved parading yourself in this short dress for my friends, didn't you?"

She fisted in your hair yanking your head back, the other wrapped tight around your waist holding you pinned against the cool granite counter. Her breath is hot against your ear, voice low and furious.

"Do you like Natasha? You liked the attention she gave you? Huh? Answer me." She yanks your panties aside before shoving two fingers into your pussy hard and fast, no warning, and you choke on a gasp because it hurts a little. You're lucky you were lubricated enough caused by the anger of your stepdaughter. 

Fuck, you're sick, you're so fucking sick.

"You got this wet just from my friends looking at you, didn't you? Fucking whore."

"No, please stop. Wanda, your friends are right outside. They'll hear us, please." You dig your fingers into the cool granite countertop, your hips twitching back against her hand when she curls her fingers deep inside you. 

She laughs mean and sharp against your neck, fucking her fingers deeper. She tugs your hair harder, holding you still when you try to squirm away.

"You should've thought about that before you paraded around in this dress. You liked the attention, right? C'mon let them hear you."

You can feel the tight heat coiling low in your belly, your breath coming in ragged gasps, right on the edge of falling apart when she yanks her fingers out clean. She wipes her soaked fingers to your skin, smearing your wetness through your thighs. 

"Whores like you don't deserve to cum." She spat before shoving your head so hard against the counter, you almost kissed it. Now, you're bending you completely over so your ass is fully on display for her, your dress rucked up around your waist. 

Wanda enjoyed the view before her as she fumbled her phone out of her pocket with one hand. The flash clicks bright, capturing you helpless and exposed, and she hums low and satisfied, already thumbing through the shot to save it.

She tells herself it's hatred. It has to be.

Because every time people look at you—too long, too fondly, too dirty—something inside her twists until she can barely breathe. Something spreads through her like wildfire, hot, consuming, impossible to ignore. She blames you for all of it. The way you smile so easily. Slutting yourself out with the way you dress. The way you somehow fucking make everyone want to be near you without even trying.

She tells herself you're manipulative. That you enjoy the attention and you know exactly what you're doing.

It's all your fault—all of it.

You push yourself off the counter, your legs still shaking so bad you have to grab the edge to steady yourself. Wanda's already gone and you didn't even realize it until you heard the backdoor shut. You adjust your dress, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You turn back to the mixer again, maybe cooking will cover up how wet your panties still are or how your whole body hums with unspent want.

You wanted to cry from the unmet orgasm, from irritation, from shame—from everything! You didn't even know how you ended up in this situation. Your stepdaughter tormenting you, manipulating you, fucking you—

The buzzing of your phone startled you and quickly wiped your hands on your dress, taking your phone up on top of the oven. You don't recognize the number at first, until the photo loads, and your blood runs cold. It was only her, the only person who'd ever had those photos of you.

The text is short, sharp, exactly what you expected from her.

"Go change clothes with something longer or I'll let my friends have a copy of this."

Attached is the photo she just took a couple of minutes ago, clear as day. Bent over the kitchen counter completely exposed, ass on full display for anyone to see with your slimy wet panties. Your hands start shaking so bad you almost drop your phone in the sink.

Maybe this is the reason why you ended up in this situation.

kento strolls to a nearby window, silently critiquing the poor job done on the grimy glass. his eyes scan the wagons that roll in and out of town to keep watch for anything out of the ordinary. but before long, his thoughts wander, and he found himself thinking of you.

his dearest. his beloved. his world—his wife.

the blonde man wonders what you’re doing right now. are you preparing supper, or perhaps knitting him another one of those scarves in preperation for the colder weather?

one of his hands slips into the pockets of his slacks, fingers brushing against the handkerchief you gifted him. he smiles as he traces the embroidered flowers. their colors are still vibrant despite the constant wear. it’s become his lucky charm over the years.

kento sighs as he catches a glimpse of a couple in the distance. they share a kiss, the woman waving her partner off with a handkerchief of her own as her husband leaves on his horse.

the sight has his jaw clenching as guilt creeps in. he had left home in such a hurry this morning, that he hasn't kissed you goodbye properly. he hopes that you didn’t take it personally.

it is a small thing, but he makes a mental note to apologise for that later.

kento turns around from the window he’s been staring out at for the past couple minutes as one of the deputies hustles a trussed up outlaw into the office. the other male slams the wooden door shut behind them which rattles the place.

the outlaw is a scruffy looking fellow and his wild eyes dart nervously between kento and the shotgun-toting deputy.

the blond sheriff pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. just when he thought he could have a peaceful break... duty calls.

“got ourselves a lil’ troublemaker here, sheriff,” jake says and gives the outlaw a rough shove forward. the man stumbles, nearly falling to his knees before catching himself.

kento’s jaw clenches as he looks the outlaw up and down, his hazel eyes hardening. he aims to keep the peace in this small town, and that means dealing with the dregs of society from time to time. anything to keep the folk safe.

especially if it meant protecting his dear wife.

“ye damn pieces of shit,” the outlaw spits, glaring defiantly at the two authoritive figures standing in front of him, “i ain’t done nothin’ wrong, ya hear?”

there it is. the cliché line nearly every sentenced outlaw utters whenever they’re caught.

kento runs a hand through his hair and scoffs as a muscle in his jaw ticks. one thing he hates are shameless outlaws who claim to have done no wrong.

this man before him has been on countless bounty posters, plastered all over the county. wanted dead or alive, for assault, murder and robbery. bart cavanaugh, the thug’s name is.

kento barks out a harsh laugh, but his face doesn’t show an ounce of emotion. the deputy shifts on his feet. the young man had seen that face on the sheriff countless times before. it’s intimidating and scary, the tension in the room palpable.

“done nothin’ wrong? boy, y’ve been stealin’ and killin’ yer way through half the damn county. and now y' got the audacity to stand there and lie to my face?”

kento steps forward and looms over the outlaw, his broad shoulders squared. his hand drifts to rest on the butt of his holstered revolver. the metal is cool and reassuring against his palm.

“jake, go fetch the preacher. tell him to start diggin' a new grave,” kento orders without taking his piercing eyes off the outlaw. his free hand shoots forward to grab a good handful of the man’s matted hair, yanking it back roughly.

the sheriff’s eyes are cold and calculating, “looks like we got us a hangin’ to do ‘fore sundown.”

the outlaw’s eyes widened in fear and he tries to take a step back, but kento’s strength is not to be matched. “but... but you can’t!” he stammers, “i got my rights, i-i'll have ya know that!”

“rights?” kento huffs and releases the thug with a rough shove, dusting his hand off on his blouse as if he touched something filthy, “the only right ye got is the right to wait here and take what's comin’ for ya.”

it did not take long before the outlaw is sentenced, hauled outside and led toward the gallows. kento stretches his arms above his head, feeling the tension slip from his shoulders. another task crossed off the list. he can only hope that the rest of his break will pass quietly without any more disturbances.

the exhausted sheriff drops into the wooden chair behind his desk and leans back with the nth sigh of the day. his fingers fumble with the drawer, and after a moment of rummaging, he pulls out a cigar. he strikes a match and lights it up before placing the stick between his lips.

kento closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting the burn of the tobacco settle his mind.

minutes slip by in silence—just the quiet flicker of the lamp and the rhythmic sound of his own breathing. then, the front door creaks.

kento’s eyes flicker open. a loud prayer sounds in his head; please lord above don't let it be another caught outlaw. not another deputy or bounty hunter with some new problem to throw his way.

however, when he looks up, all the weight on his shoulders vanishes in an instant. there you are—his wife—standing in the doorway like an angel sent to pull him from the depths of his workday hell. the stress, the frustration, all of it fades away in your presence.

kento squints through the haze of cigar smoke as you walk inside with a beaming smile on your face. fuck, you're beautiful. a dream come true.

he takes a long drag and holds it in his lungs before exhaling slowly. the smoke curls around his tired face. his hazel-colored eyes narrow as they rake over your figure. a little provocative, he thinks, not wearing a shawl on your exposed shoulders. especially around these parts of town—with other men lurking that aren’t your husband.

“well, well, if it ain’t my sweet lil' wife,” the blonde rumbles, setting the cigar down in the ashtray. kento leans back in his chair which causes the wooden furniture to creak under his muscular frame. “what brings you ‘round these parts, darlin'?”

it is unusual for you to visit him during work hours. normally, you’d be at the house, attending to your duties. taking care of your cozy home, or perhaps socialising with the other wives around town at one of your regular gatherings.

kento didn’t expect to see you here, yet the sight of you is a welcome surprise. even more so when you look so radiant, as if the sunlight itself has wrapped around you.

“ah, you forgot your lunch dear,” you explain with a warm smile. your voice carries a familiar tone that always seems to soothe your husband.

you nod politely to his colleagues who’re staring at you in awe and curiosity. you continue, “i started to worry. i can’t possibly have my husband starvin’ at work, now can i? ain't so proper as y’r wife.”

your words make kento’s heart lighten. the smile that has faded from his face the second he left you this morning, finally finds it way back. his entire demeanour softens and his body relaxes.

the two deputies, who have been going about their duties in the background, can’t help but glance over at the scene unfolding. they exchange a bemused look as they watch kento’s demeanor shift the moment you walked into the office.

it’s almost comical how quickly the stern, commanding sheriff transforms into a doting and affectionate husband.

kento stands up, his tall, imposing figure towering you as he approaches. the gun belt slung low on his hips clinks softly with each step along with the spurs on his boots. he reaches out, taking the cloth wrapped box from your dainty hands. his calloused fingers brush against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

“well, much obliged, sugar. yer a real sight for sore eyes,” kento comments, his deep voice lowering to an intimate rumble. he sets the box down on the desk before stepping closer to you. his eyes search for yours while his hands gently rub your sides.

“any time,” you shyly duck your head as you sense the tension between kento and you building up. it’s always like this between you two.

your hands reach up, slithering from his sides to his chest to straighten his sheriff’s badge. “has work been okay, hun?” you murmur in a honeyed voice, the one that drives kento crazy.

neither of you seem to care about his co-workers standing around, lost in your own little bubble.

kento’s hand slides from your side to your throat, fingers skimming over your pulse point, enjoying the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his touch.

“work’s been a pain in the ass, darlin’. same ol’ song and dance,” he replies while his half lidded eyes dart all over your pretty face, “but now that y’re here, it's startin’ to look up.”

your conversation is casual, yet the underlying tension tells you there is more to it. even the deputies become aware of what’s playing in the middle of the office. or more so, what’s about to happen if the passion in both kento and his wife’s eyes come to life.

kento can’t help but smirk as you press yourself against him. your soft curves mold to the hard planes of his muscular body, a stark contrast to the gentle hands that hold you close. his eyes darken once he catches you looking up at him through those long lashes of yours. that’s his damn weakness.

“y’know, seein’ you here, lookin’ like sin in that dress—it’s making me think all sorts of improper thoughts,” he starts in his deep voice. your husband lowers his head to whisper in your ear, “thoughts about bendin’ you over my desk and showin’ ya what happens to naughty little wives who distract their husbands at work.”

a shiver runs down your spine even though this is exactly what you wanted. you came here to deliver kento’s lunch, yes, but you’ve also missed his attention, affection and most importantly his touch. due to his job, he’s not at home for almost the entire day.

you don’t want to come off as clingy, but when you have a man like kento to call yours, you can’t help but want to be greedy.

the same goes for him as well. kento is ever the devoted lover, head over heels for you, and that includes feeling a great sense of physical attraction to you. he can’t help it—especially when you look so adorable, playing the role of the dutiful wife, visiting him at work to drop off his lunch.

it’s a massive turn on.

“l-later. there are others here,” you try to play your erotic interaction off, even as you feel the insistent press of kento’s clothed cock against your lower belly. your cheeks heat up as you realise that this bit of proximity had already turned your husband on.

kento licks a stripe up your earlobe, his teeth grazing the flesh before he soothes it with his slick tongue. he knows he shouldn’t be so explicit with you, not here in his office where anyone could walk in. but he simply cannot resist your charms. that pretty body and voice of yours are like a siren’s call to him.

however, he also notices your hesistance because of the company you have. kento, ever the thoughtful man, glances up at the deputies sitting around the office.

his gaze hardens and his voice is filled with authority, “don't y’all got better things to do than sittin’ ‘round here?”

it’s a hidden message that all men in the room clearly understood. kento wants them out and as soon as possible so he can take care of his wife. his duties are put on hold for as long as you need him by your side. he trusts his coworkers to deal with the rest while he’s busy attending to your needs.

the deputies scramble to their feet and grab their stetsons, hurrying out of the office with a chorus of 'yes, sir!' and 'right away, sir!' some smirk knowingly as they make their way out into the muddy streets. they know all too well about kento’s soft spot—the one woman he’d do anything for. even if it means that he ignores his work for a while.

within seconds, the office clears out, leaving kento and you alone. he turns back to you and his eyes instantly roam over your feminine curves. from the swell of your soft breasts to the flare of your hips.

his mouth immediately starts to water.

“now, where were we?” kento hums. he stalks forward until your back hits the wall with a inaudible thud. you swallow thickly as you look up at kento, who’s staring back at you like you’re a five course meal.

but beneath that passionate gaze is something so intimate. so much more gentle and loving. with every touch, his eyes still search for yours, wordlessly confirming your consent. it’s a habit of his—ever since he took your innocence on your wedding night.

kento’s hands slide down to grab your thighs. he hoists you up and encourages you to wrap your legs around the dip of his waist, holding you between his body and the wall. his eyes flicker downwards to where the skirt of your dress rides up and exposes more of your soft skin to his greedy touch.

“i need you,” your husband breathes against your lips. his mouth is an inch from yours, eager to capture it in a kiss.

kento groans the second he feels your clothed cunt press against his throbbing bulge. his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass, “shit. i need you now.”

not a second more is wasted as your husband crashes his lips against yours. he presses you back against the wall, moaning into your mouth. this is what he missed the most. your touch, your taste— it makes him feel alive. like all his hard work is worth it.

your fingers curl into his blond locks, tugging at them as your lips move in sync. your tongues roll around each other and your lower bodies move accordingly, grinding for fiction.

“are ye sure? right here?” you ask between gasps, voice muffled as his lips interlock with yours repeatedly.

kento pulls away, but not fully. he can’t let you go in any way or form. his head instantly dives into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. he latches onto your throat and kisses his way down to your collarbone.

this is exactly what he needs after a hard day. the familiar perfume mixing with the faint scent of your arousal and something so homey—it’s dizzying.

“never been more sure,” kento groans once he feels your nails gently drag down from his nape to his back, slipping beneath the collar of his blouse. little minx, he thinks, knowing exactly what makes a man weak.

kento tilts his head back so he can look into your eyes. your gaze catches his and you’re taken aback by how handsome he looks. he always does, of course, but this sight just makes you clench around nothing. it leaves you throbbing in your underwear.

the way his neat hair has now turned messy, locks covering his half-lidded eyes, biceps straining against the material of his blouse, sharp jaw clenching with the effort to hold himself back from completely ravaging you. . .

you’re soaked.

kento grins at the way your kiss-swollen lips fall apart in a small ‘o’ as you admire him. he knows he looks good and it boosts his confidence.

“keep lookin’ at me like that,” he encourages as his lower body grinds against yours.

you can feel the thick outline of his dick pressing and rubbing against your clothed cunt and it causes you to jerk in place. your moans get swallowed by your husband’s lips once more, his mouth not giving you a moment to breathe as he kisses you more demandingly this time.

kento carries you to his desk, not once separating your lips from his. he sits down on his chair and settles you down on his thick thighs. your arms immediately wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss.

the steamy make out session continues for a while, both of you breathless. you finally pull back for some air and open your eyes to meet your husband’s. the way he’s looking at you, like you’re his entire world, makes you weak in the knees.

“let me take care of ya first,” you suggest in a hoarse whisper against his lips. you feel kento stiffen beneath you, his cock throbbing impatiently in his slacks at the implication.

“go right on ahead,” he bites his lip and watches your wandering hands drag down from his shoulders to his chest. the muscle in his jaw ticks as he tries his best not to intervene—to grab and bend you over his desk already.

kento’s breath catches in his throat as your delicate hands worked at his belt, the leather creaking softly as you undo the buckle. he watches, transfixed, as you tug his pants down.

suddenly, his large hand reaches out to wrap around your smaller one, squeezing it. “wait,” kento hisses and his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. he’s trying so hard not to lose control.

he takes a deep breath after closing his eyes, hips bucking lightly against your warm palm as it rests against the deliciously big bulge in his undergarments. you gently drop to your knees in front of him while giving him some time to regain his composure.

when kento opens his eyes again, he lets out a low growl from the back of his throat at the sight of you looking up at him with those big eyes. so ready, so eager to please your husband. it can make him bust a nut in his underwear.

“go on,” he whispers gruffly, letting go of your hand but not before giving it a quick kiss. that gentleman side of his never fails to make an appearance, even during sinful moments like these.

you nod and smile in excitement. you lick your lips before hooking your fingers beneath the material of the jockstraps. you slowly tug it down and free his aching cock from its confines. the thick length springs up, gently slapping against his lower stomach and leaving a smear of sticky pre-cum on the fabric of his blouse.

kento’s cock was a thing of beauty—long, thick, and girthy, with a bulbous head already glistening with arousal. veins puls along the shaft, and a faint clump of blonde curls dusted the base. the musky scent of his desire fill your nostrils, making your head swim with need.

the pre-cum trickles enticingly from the slit of his tip, a drop slithering down slowly to his heavy balls. it’s evident how much you affect the man and it makes your tummy do a flip.

“mmh—kenn. y’re so hard already,” you moan as your pink tongue lolls out to lap up the sticky liquid from the head. you give it a couple small licks to tease your husband, a coy grin playing at your lips.

kento growls, one hand coming down to tangle in your hair at the contact.

“fuckk, sugar,” he instinctively thrusts his hips forward, the swollen head of his cock brushing against your soft cheek, leaving pearly drops of pre-cum on your skin. “been thinkin’ about this sweet lil’ mouth all damn day. dreamin’ about them pretty lips wrapped around my dick,” he breathes heavily.

the once composed sheriff is a total mess. he squeezes the base of his dick as he gently taps your cheek with it, trying to coax your lips to part.

“c’mon. ye can’t keep this from me any longer,” kento grunts with his brows furrowed.

when you blow some warm air on his tip, he throws his head back at the contact. he’s aching for relief and sitting there teasing him. he could manhandle you to comply, but he’s simply too needy for your touch to do so.

kento gulps before looking down at you. his expression is a mix of frustration, pleasure and neediness. his cheeks are flushed, blonde locks covering his eyes. he breathes out his plea in a shaky tone;

“please.”

your jaw drops at that unexpected moment of vulnerability. it’s thrilling and causes you to immediately give in to his charms. you silently hum in agreement before wrapping your lips around his tip, swallowing inch after inch slowly.

a guttural groan tore from kento’s throat as your hot, eager mouth engulfs his twitching cock. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, lapping up the pre that still leaks steadily from the head, was almost more than he could bear. his fingers tighten in your hair, gripping the strands as he fought the urge to thrust deep into your throat and take his pleasure.

“awh shit,” kento growls. his voice is strained with pleasure at this point, not even able to say things properly. “yer mouth feels so fuckin’ good ‘round my dick.”

he watches through heavy-lidded eyes as you take him deeper, his thick length disappearing inch by inch between your plump and kiss-swollen lips. the sight of you, on your knees before him, servicing him with such enthusiasm, sends a surge of pure primal satisfaction through him.

you redouble your efforts and bob your head. up and down, up and down—a hypnotic rhythm that has the man in front of you wrapped around your little finger.

“such a good little wife—yes, jus’ like that,” kento’s hips rock up to your downward movements, driving his cock deeper into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

he can feel the wet muscles fluttering around him, could hear the obscene sounds of your gagging and slurping as you struggle to take him all the way. but you didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. instead, you start sucking him with a fervor that has him seeing stars.

kento’s eyes roll back and he’s trying his best not to cum on spot. he wants to last longer, wants to relish the feeling of you pleasuring him and most importantly—he wants to spend his cum well. in a place where it can take root, where it’d serve its intended purpose.

inside you.

but it’s hard. so hard. especially when you’re watching his every reaction, eyes so captivating and alluring as you suck the soul out of him.

“don’t—oh lord,” kento grits his teeth as your hands cup his balls and squeeze them, rolling them in your palm. the dual sensations of your mouth and hands working in tandem had his breath coming in harsh pants, his muscular chest heaving with the force of it.

your husband’s head tilts backwards, the chair creaking beneath him as he grips the armrests with white knuckles. he’s lost in the sensation of you worshipping his dick, your moans vibrating around his shaft as you slurp and suck with abandon. he knows he will not last much longer at this rate, knows he is going to paint your mouth white with his seed any second now.

kento doesn’t really want to, but he also does. he’s conflicted, though it’s already too late. one particular suck and his tip hitting the deepest parts of your throat sends him over the edge.

“ah, fuck! cummin’, sweetheart!” he moans loudly, his eyes squeezed shut as the first spurts of his hot seed flow from his cock. he can’t stop it, even as he tries to pull your head off due to the overstimulation.

when you finally let his dick go with a lewd, wet pop, kento gasps for air, pushing the hairs away from your face. you’re looking so debauched, so lost in the pleasure, it sends his blood rushing southwards. again.

“there ye go. swallow it all down f’ me,” he mutters quietly, voice rough as his thumb swipes away at the cum on the corners of your mouth. he watches your throat work as you drink down the taste of him.

before you can catch your breath, kento hauls you up off the floor and onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist tightly. he feels the renewed throb of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh, already aching for more.

“dammit, darlin’,” kento clicks his tongue, his voice rough and ragged with lust. “y’ve got me so fuckin’ worked up— can’t hold back no more.”

his callused hands slide down to grab your round ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he grinds your clothed cunt against his wet dick.

kento stands abruptly and sweeps the contents of his desk onto the floor with a crash. papers flutter everywhere as he bends you over the now empty surface, the rough wood digging into your soft skin. he can’t care less about those important documents. not when he has his wife in front of him.

he flips the hem of your dress up, the material pooling around your waist to bare your underwear-clad ass. you’re already so wet, your pussy lips clinging to the soaked fabric of your undergarments, outlining your cunt perfectly.

it’s a sight that makes kento weak in the knees.

“look at this sweet lil’ ass,” your husband rasps, delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. the sound echoes through the office, followed by your startled yelp. “she’s gonna be hurtin’ when i’m done with her, i bet.”

you arch your back in response to the slaps against your bottom, “mhh, ken. need you real bad.”

your ass rippling with each smack to it, along with your soft voice begging for him, makes your husband dizzy.

with a muttered curse, kento rips your underwear off, the flimsy fabric tearing like tissue paper in his large hands. he tosses the ruined garment aside, leaving you bare and exposed to his ravenous touch. his callused fingers delve between your thighs, finding you dripping wet and ready.

“tsk. would ya look at that,” he groans, plunging two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your tight cunt. “yer fuckin’ soaked. practically beggin’ for my cock like the needy lil’ slut you are.”

you can only moan in response, your hips bucking back against his invading fingers. those nasty words being said by your usual sweet lover makes you crave more. the obscene squelch of your arousal fills the air as he pumps his digits in and out of your fluttering pussy. you can feel every ridge and vein on his fingers as they stretch you open so well, preparing you for his thick cock.

“that’s it, baby,” kento encourages, his thumb finding your clit beneath its hood and rubbing the sensitive nub in rough circles. “get this sweet cunt nice and ready f’ me. am gonna make you feel so good, i promise.”

kento’s fingers pump faster, plunging in and out of your dripping pussy with wild abandon. the wet, sloppy sounds of your arousal fill the room as your slick walls clench greedily around the invading digits. he can feel you getting closer, your body tensing and quivering as he worked you towards a peak.

“cummin’ already? naughty girl,” kento growls, his voice a low, dominant rumble, “can’t have that.”

with a harsh tug, he yanks his fingers from your weeping cunt, leaving you empty and aching.

“kennnn,” you whine as your fingernails dig into the wooden desk beneath you. you wiggle your hips back in frustration, needing more.

kento can see your hole clenching around air, trying to draw something back inside. the sight makes him groan, his cock throbbing painfully between his thick thighs. he’s such a weak man when it comes to you.

“i hear ya—i hear ya,” he mutters, giving in quickly to your needy whine. your dear husband can’t tease you when you’re basically begging him to take you. he grips himself in one hand, stroking his shaft as he rubs the swollen head over your dripping slit.

kento slides the engorged tip teasingly along your slick folds to coat himself in your arousal as he aligns your lower bodies. with a single thrust of his hips, he buries himself fully inside you. his heavy balls slap against your ass with a faint, meaty smack.

“fuuuck!” kento cusses and his voice echoes off the office walls as he hilts his dick in your wet pussy. no matter how many times he ruins your cunt, it’s still as tight as the first time. “fuckin’ hell, sugar,” he breathes out shakily.

your silken walls grip him like a vice, the slick muscles fluttering and clenching around his fat dick. he pauses for just a moment to savore the exquisite sensation of being buried inside his wife's perfect little cunt.

however, he cannot hold back for long. gripping your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped dents on your flesh, he begins to move, his thighs flexing as he sets a relentless rhythm. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he fucks into you. the ancient desk creaks and shakes with each forceful thrust.

it’s a wonder that old thing isn’t breaking.

“tha’s it, take it,” kento hisses. he punctuates each word with a sharp snap of his hips. the feeling of his slick dick slamming into you over and over has him nearly tearing up from pleasure. this is the way to forget about all his earlier problems

“doing so good, honey. yer squeezin’ the life outta me—good girl,” he praises in-between movements. no matter how much he gets lost in the haze of lust, he’s still the sweet nanami kento you know.

his fingers dig into the meat of your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh as he drives into you again and again. you’re overwhelmed by the stretch, the pure pleasure of his dick molding your insides to fit him and him only.

your toes curl as you struggle to lay steady on your tummy. “o-oh, mmh. right there!” your eyes roll back and your body jolts back and forth in sync with his thrusts. your lower tummy and cunt are tingling, needing more stimulation to build up to that mind-blowing orgasm.

“faster, deeper, please—please,” you mewl.

you can’t bring yourself to care about the possibility of others hearing you outside the sheriff’s office. let the town folk gossip and whatnot. at the end of the day, you’re the one winning by having a husband like kento.

kento leans over your arched back, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against your shoulder blades. he kisses the back of your head with a smile playing on his lips, “as you wish.”

one hand slides up your back, tangling in your hair. kento fists it tightly, using it as a handle to yank your head back, forcing your spine into a deeper arch. the new angle lets him drive even deeper into you, his hard cock kissing your cervix with each rough thrust.

kento’s dick plunges inside your cunt with wild abandon and you’re loving it. your sweet noises intensify and you can’t think about anything else but the feeling of you being split open.

the tip of his dick touches the deepest parts of you and it’s painful—but the pain is nothing compared to the mind numbing pleasure.

“there we go. gotta get all up in there, aye?” kento pants harshly against the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

his other hand reaches around to flick your clit before coming to rest on your lower tummy, “that way i can ensure y’re g’nna end up with a swollen belly.”

the implications of his words make you shudder. you know kento’s always been a family man. always dropping hints of wanting to start a family with you when you’re ready. and he never misses the opportunity to pump you full of his potent cum when you do try for a baby.

“k-ken,” you bite your lip at the thought of it. of succeeding to conceive this time. it’d be because of this lewd moment, in his office out all places. it’s so naughty to the point it’s driving you insane.

kento notices how your body is reacting to his dirty talk and grins to himself. he isn’t clueless—he can feel the way you clench around his dick, as if you’re trying to suck every drop of cum out of his sack. “hm? yer cunt is agreein’ with me, it seems,” he hums.

your husband bites your shoulder as his hips pound against your rear with a strength that’s nearly inhuman. your insides are being turned to mush while you’re drowning in ecstasy.

“yer g’nna make such a good momma,” kento continues to whisper those words in your ears, simply to drive you to the brink of an orgasm.

he kisses your earlobe lovingly as his deep voice carries on, “can’t wait to see this beautiful body change to carry my child.”

the dirty talk sure is working. he can feel you tensing, could hear the breathy moans and whimpers spilling from your lips as he brings you closer to the edge. he knows your body—knows every inch of you—and he uses that knowledge drive you utterly mad.

“ah, fuck, ken! honey—sooo good!” you whine. the contrast between his honeyed voice and rough thrusts that send electric jolts down your spine, is maddening. you can feel the knot tightening in your belly, threatening to snap any second now.

kento’s eyes darken and he grunts in response. the hand that’s been playing with your clit moves to hold onto your hip again for leverage, pounding into you with a passion you’ve never felt before.

“i know,” he mutters gruffly as he watches his cock disappear into your greedy cunt, “i know, sugar. just give yerself t’ me. let go.”

that’s all it really takes. kento feels your body go rigid beneath him as your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. your walls clamp down around his pistoning cock like a silken vise, fluttering and rippling as you cum hard.

you cry out due to your mind-blowing orgasm. your thighs tremble and your body convulses uncontrollably on the desk—eyes closed as your senses focus on the remaining pleasure.

“fuck, yes—yes yes yes,” kento grunts as your slick fluids gush out around his dick. he can feel the warm, slick heat of your juices splash against his balls and drip down his thighs. the sight of you coming undone on his dick, the sound of your screams of ecstasy filling the room, pushes him over the edge as well.

kento slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt in your spasming, sensitive pussy. his cock jerks and throbs inside you as thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip. he can feel each spurt of his load, can count the pulsing jets of cum as he pump you full with it.

“take it—let me breed ya real good,” he pants while grinding his hips against your ass to properly empty himself inside your pulsing cunt.

kento shudders as his hips lazily move in small, shallow circles, “get it all nice ‘n deep in there.. yeaaah, good job.”

his grip on your hair tightens for a moment, forcing you to arch you back even more as he slowly rides his orgasm out, his release seeming to go on and on. he senses his hot seed sloshing inside you, can already picture it flooding your fertile womb and taking root.

finally, with a shuddering groan, kento collapses against your back. his large frame easily blankets your smaller one. he notices your body trembling beneath him, could hear the soft whimpers and mewls spilling from you lips as you came down from your high as well.

despite that, he stays buried inside you, not wanting to lose a single drop of his cum.

“yer so perfect,” kento whispers and nuzzles his face into your neck, “the most perfect woman a man could ask for.”

that gentleman side of his now makes a full return, as it always does after a particularly rough session. kento takes aftercare quite seriously.

his hands rub your sides and massage your body in places he knows will be sore later on. his lips leave trails of kisses from your neck to your shoulders and back—a testament of his love for you.

after making sure you’re okay, kento eases himself up off your back, his softening dick slipping from your tender folds with a squelch. he looks down to see your combined fluids leaking out from your slit, dripping down your thighs to pool on the rough wood beneath you.

the sight makes him bite back a groan. if it wasn’t for the ounce of self control left inside of him, he’d go for a second round. but he can’t. his coworkers will be back soon anyway.

kento helps you up as well, his hands gripping your waist to steady you as your shaky legs find their footing.

“mmh, my lovely wife,” he smiles at you as he cups your face into his hands. he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and pulls you into a hug, “thank you so much. don’t think i would’ve even survived today if ye didn’t show up.”

you giggle at kento’s dramatics and hug him back tightly, body slowly recovering from the intense passion you two just shared. the fog on the nearby window, the steamy tension and the scent of sex still lingers in the air—something you have to take care of soon before others come to visit.

but for now, you’ll just enjoy the warmth of your husband’s embrace.

that’s all what really matters.

The first thing you did when your mind started waking up was groan.

The room was a little chilly, your body was sore and your head was about to kill you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to decide if you should stay in bed that day or join your friends for breakfast.

You arrived to Cancun three days ago after the endless begging of your friends for you to join them on their little trip. And it was supposed to be healing as you found yourself again. But right then and there, you were regretting joining them for drinks at the hotel’s bar the night before.

You sighed. The headache wouldn’t go if you didn’t take anything. And when you tried to reach for your phone, instead of touching the nightstand, you touched a warm body.

That made you sat up immediately, making you aware of your naked state as the sheets fell into your lap. Your lips parted as you looked to your left.

A brunette was lying on her back, her arm over her head trying to block the sunlight and her other hand below your pillow and her chest covered with the sheets. You moved backwards, only to bump into another body and you gasped.

When you turned to your sight, you found a redhead lying on her chest, her back bare and marked. Her arm placed protectively over your lap.

Your head started spinning a little as the memories of the night before finally flooded your mind as your eyes scanned the room that clearly wasn’t yours.

And your cheeks started burning.

(—)

The day before.

Wanda convinced her wife to have a little getaway. By little she meant a Caribbean paradise to forget about the not-so-little break up with their latest girlfriend.

They were running from their demons. Every inch of their house reminded them of the breakup and when Natasha started spending more time in the office than by her side, Wanda knew they had to leave as far away as they could.

And the redhead wasn’t so sure at first but when her wife kissed her so seductively and whispered the filthiest things in her ear, Natasha couldn’t resist anymore.

Everything was running smoothly. They tanned, read and swam at the pool like it was their second honeymoon. And they fucked like they could pound the memories out of each other. It was working, though.

Until, you walked in front of them at the pool. Wanda’s jaw almost dropped and she swore she heard Natasha growl under her breath but it could’ve been her. It was hard to say.

You looked stunning. A red bikini adorning your body, your hair pulled up, sunglasses resting at the top of your head and a beach bag hanging on your shoulder. And you stopped before them, turning around when someone called your name and Wanda’s hopes died when a tall blond man approached you.

He hugged you and your body relaxed under his touch. And Wanda couldn’t help when she sighed and turned to look at Natasha. But her wife was still looking at you, and if it wasn’t for her sunglasses, Wanda would’ve noticed the way Natasha’s eyes darkened at your sight.

Then the redhead furrowed her brows, making Wanda look back at you. You were giggling and trying to push away the man, as he took away your bag and started fighting with you.

Wanda jumped on ready to help you but Natasha stopped her. You kept laughing, pushing him away as he kept threatening to push you to the pool.

“Luke, stop!” you laughed and your voice was like music to their ears.

Were your moans as sweet as your laughter? Or did your voice drop lower when you felt needy?

But Wanda’s trail of thoughts was interrupted with your scream and a splash, flinching a little when water reached her and she gasped when you weren’t coming out of the water.

Natasha reacted first, jumping to the pool instantly and helping you out. You took a deep breath, your cheeks instantly flushed as Natasha held your hips protectively.

You brushed your hair back. Your eyes meeting a pair of unfamiliar green eyes looking at you worried. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And your lips parted to talk but you were sure you forgot your own name.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked softly, not quite ready to let you go and unaware of your flustered state.

“Come on, sassy, stop pretending you don’t know how to swim” Luke interrupted the moment and you weren’t sure who growled, you or the redhead.

You turned to glare at him and flipped him off, only making him laugh and then you looked back at the redhead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” you said softly and Natasha nodded.

The redhead helped you out of the pool and you offered her your hand to help her out, ignoring the teasing tickles from your best friend.

Your breath faltered when you took in the redhead’s image. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts. But that wasn’t what made you stop breathing, it was her toned abdomen and her strong arms that made you forget about everything else.

Luke pinched your side, offering you a teasing grin and you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“Hey! Don’t be so mean” he grunted, placing a hand over his burning skin where your punch landed and you smacked him again “Stop!”

“That’s for pushing me, vipes” you huffed and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “I’ll deal with you later” you muttered and faced the redhead again, that was now drying herself.

In that moment you noticed the brunette that was lying next to her and your mouth watered at her sight. She was wearing a mustard bikini, long legs perfectly tanned and a collarbone that was challenging you to touch just to find out if it was as sharp as it looked. She smiled at you softly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

“I- we are sorry” you said softly, your eyes dancing in between them and you offered the redhead a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me, that was really kind”

“Yeah, saving you from your own stupidity” Luke teased but regretted it when both women glared at him as if they were trying to kill him on spot.

“Yeah, that too” you chuckled, a little amused that they made Luke squirm a little “But really, thank you”

It was like you weren’t ready to go, glued on your spot even when Luke was trying to make you keep walking. But you would’ve done anything to hear the redhead’s voice again and wondering how the brunette sounded.

And as if they could hear your thoughts, both smiled softly at you.

“It was nothing, just…” Natasha glanced at Luke for a moment and her eyes softened when meeting yours “be careful. It doesn’t matter if you know how to swim, games like that could end up badly”

Luke huffed like a scolded child behind you and you nudged him with your elbow making him yelp as you smiled and nodded.

“Tasha, don’t be so hard on them” Wanda scolded her wife softly and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Glad you are okay, sweetheart”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the brunette’s voice. It was sweet and alluring. You would even dare to say motherly in a way that electrified your skin and made your knees feel weak.

Luke noticed your state. He could almost see the moment your brain malfunction and he smirked. As much as both women made clear they didn’t like him, his little game turned out better than he imagined. Still, he cleared his throat and you flinched.

“Yeah, I- huh, thank you again” you finally said, trying to remember how to breathe and waved at them “Sorry for the trouble and I hope you keep having a good time”

You started walking but Luke stood still, watching you with an amused smirk and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to ignore the curious eyes of the women and fighting to make him move.

“Vipes, I swear to god-“ you grunted and he chuckled, starting to move as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, sassy. I have a story to tell” he laughed and you pushed him away.

Both women watched you leave as you bickered with him. And Natasha almost jumped again when you were close to falling but this time Luke grabbed you by the waist and you started smacking his arm but giggled.

“Do you think they-“ Wanda started and Natasha looked at her wife.

“I don’t think so, dorogaya” Natasha sighed and laid down, putting her sunglasses back on “I hope not”

“You hope?” Wanda smirked and Natasha scoffed “Don’t be like that, moya lyubov’. We are on the same team here” the brunette smacked her wife’s thigh playfully.

Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around her wife and pulling her over her lap. She kissed Wanda’s neck as Wanda tried to break free because Natasha was too cold for her hot skin.

“I know we are, but I’m not so sure we should be thinking that way” Natasha said softly and Wanda turned to look at her, letting her body curl over Natasha’s and pecking her lips softly.

“Maybe that’s what we need, Tasha”

They both looked at you. You were now at the other end of the pool, lying down as the sun kissed your skin with your arms folded behind your head. Luke was standing before you and telling your two other friends about what happened, but their eyes were fixed on you.

“Maybe, but she’s gone now, Wands” Natasha said softly. She kissed Wanda’s forehead and patted her side as she offered her wife a loving smile “But I can get creative tonight”

Wanda laughed and kissed Natasha. At the end of the day, the redhead was her true partner in crime. The rest of the world was just a fantasy.

(—)

“Do I really have to go? I’m tired” you whined, letting yourself fall onto the mattress as Maddison threw you a dress “Mads”

“None of that, baby girl, it’s Friday night” she shrugged and looked at you “Just tonight, the rest of the week you can ignore our pleads”

You sat straight and snorted “You always say that and for some reason, it keeps happening”

But you complied. Anything to keep your mind away from home or away from the women that saved your life that day. Mostly them.

They were extremely hot, even Luke made an effort to state that when he was telling the story to Noah and Maddison. And you felt their gazes more than once during the day at the pool, or maybe you just imagined that since you wished for them to keep noticing you.

You weren’t sure, though. By the way they talked, at least the little you heard, they seemed to be married but it wouldn’t be the first time you mistaken friends for lovers. You could never trust your gaydar.

So a night out to clear your mind sounded marvellous. It was that or staying at your room as your mind ran over and over again their faces like a prayer.

You started dressing yourself, ignoring Maddison when she called you a good girl and after doing your makeup, both of you left your room.

The boys were already waiting for you at the hotel’s bar since you weren’t in the mood to go full nightclubbing and that was the best you could offer. And they agreed just because if they got you tipsy enough, maybe you would be the one wanting to change scenarios.

You greeted both and sat on a barstool next to Luke that was grinning at you mischievously. You squinted your eyes as he wiggled his brows and then decided it was better if you didn’t know.

You asked the bartender for a piña colada and Luke groaned.

“Dude, you are going soft” he glared at you and changed your order for something stronger a Moscow Mule.

“No, you are trying to kill me” you scoffed and Luke laughed “Vodka isn’t my cup of tea, vipes”

“Tonight it is” he shrugged and leaned over the counter “Your girlfriends are here, by the way”

At that, you straightened your back and Luke started laughing louder. You pushed him away when he tried to hug you and grunted.

“Shut up” your cheeks flushed and you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink before you and gave a long sip “They are not my girlfriends”

“But you wish they were” he teased, nudging your side playfully.

“She wishes what?” Noah chimed in, his arms wrapped around Maddison’s waist and you groaned, hiding your face in between your hands.

“That the hot women from earlier were her girlfriends or at least one of them. Hard to tell if they are together” Luke said tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner and you punched him.

“Are they here?” Mads asked, her eyes already scanning the place and you closed your eyes.

Ever since you broke up with your ex, your friends were firm believers that the only way out of your dark tunnel was a quick fuck. Noah and Luke were insufferable about it but when Maddison chimed in, it only got worse.

And you knew they were trying to cheer you up. After all, they were the ones collecting the pieces of your broken heart. But no one was interesting enough for you to really pay attention until that day.

You didn’t even know their names and maybe it was for the best. But both women were extremely attractive, it wasn’t even fair to be that hot. Physically should be impossible and yet, they were goddesses walking down on earth.

Luke told the story, emphasising on the fact that you were flustered when you talked to them and they pushed all day for you to talk to them. You stayed firm, though, even if on the inside you wanted to do it.

But it was like tossing a coin. They could be married or just friends or worst case scenario they were straight. Either way, you would’ve ended up making a fool of yourself and you weren’t ready for that hit.

“Yeah, corner booth on your right” Luke smirked and Noah and Maddison turned their faces in the most obvious way they could.

You gulped the rest of your drink and ordered another one. They were as embarrassing as any parent could be. Well no, they were worse.

“Dude, they are one hundred percent lesbians” Noah said looking at you and you side eyed him “Mads is the only straight woman I believe is that beautiful, the rest are certainly lesbians”

“Nice wording, baby” Maddison kissed his cheek and he smiled proudly “But he is right. And they make me wish I was into women, like damn”

You sighed, loudly and dramatically. You were delusional but your friends always fuelled that side of you and this time you weren’t falling for it.

“Well, then they are married. Cheers to that” you said raising your glass and Luke patted your shoulder “Do not hit on me, Lucas”

He chuckled “I was gonna say, you could always try your shot”

You gulped again your drink, leaving your glass half empty and shook your head as you laughed.

“Last time you told me that, I found my best friend” Maddison laughed at that and cheered with you “And I’m not replacing her”

The three of them kept teasing you, trying to encourage you to go and talk to them but that only made you keep drinking. And maybe alcohol wasn’t the best solution for your broken heart, the teasing or the need that was increasing between your legs every time you glanced at them, but the alcohol was making it bearable.

In the middle of your fourth drink, the bartender pushed a new drink and you looked at him confused. It was a different drink, the glass was garnished with lipstick and you raised a brow.

“This cocktail is called ‘The Flirt’” he explained with a soft smile, gaining the attention of your friends as they turned to look at him with curious eyes “Tequila, brandy, cranberry juice and lime juice” he continued, focusing on you as you stared at the drink like it held all the answers in the world “From the ladies over there”

Your cheeks started burning as Noah and Luke high five and Maddison started laughing. The bartender offered you a friendly look but it didn’t help to soothe your nerves and you tried to give it back.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” you said shyly, finishing your drink and Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulder “Don’t”

“Sassy, it’s just a drink not a marriage proposal” he said softly, restraining himself from teasing you. He sniffed the drink and looked at the bartender “I want one, smells nice. Please”

“Take mine” you grunted and Luke ignored you, pleading silently to the bartender to go and he nodded “Lucas”

“No, we are not doing this” he said firmly and you turned to look at him “I know we tease you a lot but this is a sign, (Y/N)” you groaned and started shaking your head “Yes, it is. Take the drink and just go and thank them. If they were just being nice with you, you can come back and we all go to bed” Noah smacked the back of his head but Luke remained unbothered, almond eyes only focused on you and smiling softly “And I will do whatever you want for a month”

“You really want me to go over there, huh?” you giggled softly and his smile widened.

“It’s been six months, sassy girl” he pecked your cheek “Go and if you don’t like them, look at me and I will go and pretend I’m your jealous boyfriend”

You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully “You always want to play that role” he shrugged and you sighed “Fine, but I will make you suffer for a month”

You stood up and took the drink. Your hand slightly shaking as you took a deep breath. It felt like you even forgot how to flirt, you were rusty after five years of being in a relationship.

“Go, get ‘em tiger” he patted your shoulder and you sighed.

(—)

Surprisingly, the drink was Natasha’s idea.

But she had to do something because it couldn’t be a coincidence that they ran into you two times that day after not seeing you the whole week. And Wanda also kept throwing stealthy glances at you, although she wasn’t as subtle as she think she was. Not for Natasha, at least.

And if it went wrong, Natasha could blame it on the alcohol later. Even when she knew how to handle her vodka. But the smile of her wife was priceless when she did the request to a waiter, so it really was worth the trouble.

But Wanda’s smile faded when she watched you struggle. Your blond friend was telling you something, the bartender was looking at you trying to decide what to do and your other two friends were immersed in their own world.

You looked conflicted.

“I think we over did it, moya lyubov’” Wanda looked at Natasha nervously, biting her lip and feeling her heart race.

The redhead extended her arm and Wanda took her hand seeking comfort. And there wasn’t any other thing that could soothe her worries like Natasha’s reassuring smile.

“Well, in that case we tried and I keep my word on getting creative tonight” Wanda giggled and Natasha’s smile widened “There you are, dorogaya”

“Yeah, you are right. Maybe my gaydar is broken” Wanda sighed, shrugging and Natasha laughed.

“Or maybe she’s not into us, Wands” Natasha teased and her wife offered her an offended look “Well, into me. My wife is extremely hot”

“Hey now! My wife is hotter” Wanda grinned and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “But really, it’s okay. At least she got a free drink and…”

Natasha’s eyes flicked your way and her heart skipped a beat. You were now walking towards them, stumbling a little but with the drink on your hand. And for a second, Natasha thought you were going to throw the drink to them. But when her eyes met yours, you smiled softly and she forgot how to breathe.

“Dorogaya”

“So I think we could just close the tab and…”

“Wands”

“I really don’t mind. In fact, I think I’m feeling tired. Aren’t you…”

“Wanda!” Natasha said louder and Wanda flinched, furrowing her brows a little hurt because her wife never raised her voice. At least not to Wanda “I’m sorry, my love, but look”

Wanda then looked your way. You were closer, walking too slow for Natasha’s liking but she was enjoying the view. And Wanda’s breath faltered as she squeezed Natasha’s hand tightly and ignored when her wife grunted.

Both looked at you in awe when you stood before them. The crimson dress that you were wearing made you look like an angel of death. Their deaths. Your hair was down, your collarbone adorned with a cute silver necklace and you were wearing rings.

“Hey” you said shyly “Thank you for the drink. Seems like I owe you big time now” you joked, trying to keep your nerves in check even when the alcohol was numbing you and still your skin was buzzing.

Natasha’s jaw was one movement away from dropping, you couldn’t look hotter even if you wanted to. It should be illegal or something. And Wanda wasn’t so sure about her own name, afraid of talking and making a fool of herself.

They were never shy around women. Not when they were single and specially not since they were married. Both were natural flirts, almost bordering arrogance when it came to their looks. They knew they were hot, they knew they were charming, they were overly-confident with their skills in specially in bed.

And yet, in that exact moment, they both forgot how to talk.

On your end, the silence stretched too quickly. It was barely two minutes, but your confidence shattered. What if they didn’t mean to send you the drink? What if it was meant for someone else? What if they didn’t even want you there?

You bit your lip nervously, taking a step back and looking over your shoulder. Luke nodded and said something to Noah and Maddison, and started to walk towards you.

And Wanda finally snapped out of her own thoughts.

“Hey, sweetheart” she smiled softly and her voice electrified your skin “Did you like the drink?”

Wanda kicked Natasha under the table, not daring to look away from you and her wife growled but it was enough for her to react.

“I- well I haven’t…” your cheeks flushed and you shifted your weight nervously.

“Why don’t you join us for that drink?” Natasha said sliding over the round booth to sit closer to Wanda and gave you space “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

There was a hopeful edge on Natasha’s voice and your legs almost failed you because she sounded so sweet. But before you could accept, Luke’s arm wrapped around you protectively.

“What are you doing, baby?”

Wanda threw a ‘I told you so’ look to her wife. Natasha’s jaw clenched at the sight of the blond man. Your cheeks were burning and you were wishing for the earth to swallow you up. The only one that was grinning and in control was Luke; the one person that didn’t belong there.

In his defence, you gave him the signal.

You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, trying to silently ask him to go but Luke was dumb when he wanted.

“Why don’t you go with Noah and Mads, hm?” you asked softly and he frowned.

“What? But you…”

“You heard me, vipes” you cleared your throat, your eyes wide opened as you tried to signal him to get on track. But you could see how slowly the dots were connecting “Lucas!”

You smacked his arm and he flinched. And finally, he reacted. Luke grinned and nodded, you could just wish he didn’t look that obvious to the beautiful women behind you as much as he did to you.

“Oh, yeah. Huh” he scratched the back of his neck and looked over you “Ladies, I think I never apologised. Sorry for the disturbance earlier and for…” you pinched his arm subtly and he grimaced “Yeah, for earlier. I’ll see you later, sassy” he leaned and pecked your cheek.

Natasha watched him leave and she smiled triumphantly to her wife. The redhead loved being right, she loved even more proving her wife wrong even when that got her in trouble. It was always worth it.

And she told herself as much when Wanda nudged her forcefully with her elbow and smiled at you with innocent eyes when you turned to look at them.

Wanda Maximoff was the devil in disguise and no one but Natasha knew that.

“Sorry about that, he just… well, it doesn’t matter” you bit your lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts “So may I sit or should I just…”

“Please, I promise we don’t bite” Wanda said cheerfully “Unless you are into that, in that case we very much bite”

Natasha looked at her wife incredulously. Wanda only got that chatty when she was nervous, like it was her first time interacting with a woman and if they wanted a chance with you, Wanda needed to get it together.

But you chuckled and sat on the spot Natasha left you.

“I guess it depends on who is biting, so we will see” you smiled softly, gaining confidence from god knows where but it was working.

“So sassy? Is that your name?” Natasha said casually, taking a sip of her drink and your cheeks flushed.

You were there already flirting with them and you didn’t even know their names nor they knew yours. But the redhead was smooth, you gave her that.

“God no” you giggled and Natasha almost choked on her drink, could you get even cuter? “Vipes calls me by my gamertag. I mean Luke, I also call him by his gamertag” you babbled and Natasha held back an amused smirk.

You were just like her wife. Well, Wanda barely got that nervous so it was almost your fault that she was in that state. But that seemed to be your usual. And it made sense.

If Natasha had to guess, you probably were in your mid twenties. At least ten years younger than them. You seemed to come from a good family, nice manners and probably you had siblings based on the way you treated your friend. Long-term relationships were your thing, so a one night stand was barely an option and still, you were there with no expectations.

That was the redhead’s final assessment. And she was right. Natasha Romanoff was always right.

“Gamertag?” Wanda tilted her head slightly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, making Wanda’s curiosity spike even more.

You probably sounded like a total nerd. Or that’s what you believed while Wanda was genuinely curious. Natasha was the gamer, not her.

“Yes, dorogaya. Gamertag, you know the name you use online when you play?” Natasha explained sweetly and Wanda raised a brow, clueless “Like mine? Black Widow?”

“Oh, I see” she giggled and looked back at you “You’ll have to forgive me, perhaps I’m old” her cheeks flushed and you wanted to tell her you probably looked like trash next to her, that there was no way she was that old. But you bit the inside of your cheek nervously “And sassy is yours?”

“Something like that but my name is (Y/N)” you hummed and took a sip of your drink to soothe your nerves “And do you have names or should I just call you hottie one and hottie two?” your tongue ran before you could stop yourself and your eyes widened, coughing and not sure where to focus “I mean- god, I’m so sorry. I take it back. No, I mean I don’t take it back. You guys are hot but I say that respectfully and I didn’t want to…”

Natasha grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze, making you look at them. They were smiling a little amused but they weren’t judging. You bit your lip nervously, embracing the warmth of Natasha’s touch as she rubbed tender circles on the back of your hand.

“Thank you for the compliment, malyshka” Natasha started softly, as if she was trying to be careful of not scaring you away “I’m Natasha and this is my wife, Wanda”

“And I gotta say, you have a very cute name” Wanda added, smiling at you and almost climbing Natasha’s lap just to be closer to you because her wife got to touch you first and the brunette was competitive.

“You guys do too” you nodded, downing half the drink before you could keep talking and you made a bigger fool of yourself “You also make a lovely couple”

And they did. They truly did. It shouldn’t be fair that two women that hot were together but life was never fair. And they looked like a match made in heaven, like two pieces that belonged together perfectly. It was written all over them.

But knowing that didn’t keep you from feeling a little disappointed because the chances of them looking for a third were very thin.

“Oh, thank you. That’s really sweet, isn’t it moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife and Natasha hummed, her eyes fixed on you even when her wife kissed her cheek.

“Is that… Russian or something?” you asked curiously and Natasha offered you a proud smile, one that made your heart flutter.

“It is. Good job, malyshka” Natasha praised and your arousal pooled between your legs “Wanda called my love and I just called you little one” she explained but you were half listening. You nodded but you were squeezing your legs thanks to the praise and the pet name, what was wrong with you?

“I’m not that little” you murmured and Wanda giggled “I’m twenty five”

“It’s not like that, sweetheart” Wanda explained with a soft smile “Although, for us you are little. In a cute way and maybe we are just older” your lips parted to ask but she tutted “It’s rude to ask a lady her age”

“She’s thirty five, I’m thirty seven” Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and Wanda smacked her arm. You giggled “You act like you are eighty or something, Maximoff”

“Says the woman that keeps complaining about her knee” Wanda scoffed and winked at you.

Their silly banter was refreshing. You weren’t sure how long they’ve been together but the way they acted around each other was something you wished you would be able to find one day. Being around someone that long for them to be your best friend and your lover.

“So, malyshka, what brings you here? To Cancun, I mean” Natasha asked grinning at you.

“For that, I think I’ll need another drink” you said shyly.

“As you wish” Natasha called a waiter over.

And you tried to collect your thoughts and feelings. It was a terrible idea to talk about your ex when you were trying to flirt with them. But they asked and you couldn’t find in yourself to lie, not to them.

Their beauty made you nervous and made your whole body buzz with need. But both women also looked at you as if they could catch you when you fell, like they would never judge.

The real question was: could you trust them?

(—)

None of you were sure how long you’ve been hanging in that booth. But the more you talked to them, the more comfortable you felt.

The moment you saw Wanda, you knew she was a sweet person. There was a light around her that was compelling, that called you without trying. But getting to know her was a full experience. The brunette was well educated, loved reading, she was the reason Natasha didn’t get a dog because she was more of a plant person and she volunteered in a music center by giving piano lessons for children that couldn’t afford them.

She was a true angel. Plus, you now were sure about her motherly energy.

Natasha, on the other hand, at first seemed like a little rigid. She teased, she flirted, but it was like Natasha was holding back. You saw the moment the redhead started easing up to you, how her body relaxed and her smile was more genuine.

She turned out to be hilarious, a goofy woman that loved pushing her wife’s buttons even when that got her in trouble, a huge protective energy and incredibly intelligent.

Natasha read you like an open book, every question she asked was precise as if she already knew the answer and wanted to confirm it. But it made sense, she ran her own security company, she needed to know how to read people. It was impressive nevertheless, because she was a software engineer and you always pictured people like that having a little more trouble when mingling.

Both were amazing and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with them or be like them. Because together, they looked like a solid couple that knew each other better than they knew themselves.

Wanda would scrunch her nose when she didn’t understand a small thing and Natasha would be there explaining patiently to her wife in words that were more familiar to her. Natasha would tense up when a question took her by surprise and Wanda would caress her arm and lock her fingers with her wife’s.

And you wished you could be jealous, even if you didn’t know of who or what, but it wasn’t coming. Because they were also making sure to wrap you in their own bubble.

They listened to you when you talked about the real reason you were there and their eyes softened as if they were going through the same thing. Wanda asked about your work and listened carefully. Natasha asked about your goals and even offered to help if you were comfortable with.

You weren’t sure how they kept pulling you closer. Maybe it was the way Natasha kept ordering for you, not before checking in and asking if you needed something else. Maybe it was the way Wanda smiled at you softly when she noticed you were getting nervous and called you sweet names.

Both wrapped you in comfort and security. Drawing lines around you that they kept asking silently if you were okay with them crossing. Not pushing, only patience. And you weren’t sure where it was going, because they were taking their time, but you wouldn’t mind if it ended up with them being just friends. As long as you got to keep them by your side, it seemed worthy.

Then, Wanda made it very clear for you. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, maybe it was her eagerness or maybe it was her impatience. But she made the effort to be transparent with you. No more dancing around.

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Wanda asked with a flirty smirk, her chin resting on her fist as her other hand played with the straw of her drink.

Your cheeks started to burn. It wasn’t only the compliment, it was the way she was looking at you with hunger but mostly with genuine adoration.

They just met you. But just like you found them extremely alluring, they both were buzzing with need to have you in more ways they wanted to admit. Because the moment you sat down, it felt like a missing piece was found. The real one, not their fail attempts to fill the void.

You looked at Natasha, almost expecting her to scold her wife for being so bold. But the redhead was looking at you the same way as Wanda.

“I- well, I guess? I’m not sure” you stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a sip to what seemed to be your tenth drink “but that’s fine. Not a big fan of feeding my ego”

Wanda giggled, a sound that was enchanting like a siren voice and your heart skipped a beat.

“Pretty and cute. I think you should feed that ego” Wanda shrugged, leaning back and crossing her legs as she played with a lock of her hair “After all, it’s true. Don’t you think, Tasha?”

Your eyes landed on Natasha. A little nervous because her wife was blunt with you and you were afraid of flirting back. Not when you weren’t sure about their whole dynamic.

But Natasha hummed, green eyes twinkling with amusement and something you were afraid to name. The redhead leaned closer and her hand landed on your knee, her grin widened when you squeezed your legs together as her touch electrified your skin.

“Wanda is right, malyshka” Natasha smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning back and placed her other hand on Wanda’s thigh “Not only is she always right” Wanda hummed proudly and you giggled “but it’s true. You are really pretty” her eyes danced over your face, stopping on your lips before they kept going down and your skin started burning “cute” the redhead bit her lip and looked back to your eyes “hot, I would dare to say. And incredibly smart. We like smart, don’t we dorogaya?”

You looked at Wanda. The brunette was also checking you out, biting her index finger as her eyes roamed your body. They weren’t even assessing you. No, they were enjoying the view. Like admiring a painting they were ready to buy and hang to look pretty at their house.

You almost whimpered. Arousal pooling between your legs and your fingers twitching with need. You wanted to blame the alcohol for your horny state, but it was all their doing. Everything about them was a turn on and they hadn’t even touched you.

And your body buzz with excitement at the thought of they doing it because if they could do that much without their touch, what would happen when they did?

“Very much. It’s why a fell in love with you” Wanda looked at Natasha and they leaned closer. Closing the gap between them, lips locking in the steamiest kiss you had ever witnessed or had.

You bit your lip, moving your leg impatiently and tugging the hem of your dress. But then, everything stopped because a moan escaped your lips before you could even process it.

Natasha and Wanda broke the kiss, sharing a knowing look that you didn’t see because now you were downing the rest of your drink and fighting with the ice cubes as if they could cool down your burning cheeks.

“Everything okay, malyshka?” Natasha smirked, watching you try to merge with your glass and when it didn’t work you called over a waiter.

Your ears reddened, feeling the amused gazes of the women as you tried to order a drink. The waiter glanced at Natasha, as if he was asking permission since she had been ordering for you all night. The redhead nodded, her eyes barely leaving you and when you turned to look at them you started coughing.

“Easy there, sweetheart” Wanda said with faux worry and leaned to grab your hand. You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to smile at them “Well, Natasha asked you a question. Won’t you answer? It’s rude to ignore”

Wanda ignored the small pinch her wife gave her. The brunette’s eyes darkened with more hunger as you squirmed on your seat. You weren’t nervous. Well, not as much as you were turned on by her tone. It was deliberate and commanding. And when Natasha looked at you, she saw desire written all over your face.

“I- yes. Sorry” you managed to say and looked at Natasha “Everything is okay, Natasha. Thank you for asking” you glanced at Wanda for a moment, trying to see if she was pleased but when she didn’t move or say anything you looked back to Natasha “and sorry for ignoring you when you asked”

It should’ve been humiliating or that’s what you thought trying to make sense of the tingle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t find in yourself to care about it. Not when your heart was seeking approval from them.

The redhead offered you a proud smile and nodded, but you almost moaned again when Wanda talked.

“Good girl. Such good manners” you held back a whimper as Wanda started playing with Natasha’s hair. You thanked the waiter for the drink and Wanda stopped him before he could leave “Perhaps we should close our tab, moya lyubov’”

But she wasn’t looking at Natasha, Wanda was looking at you and you choked mid-drink. You started coughing again and Wanda smiled with amusement.

“Yes, please. It’s time for us to go” Natasha said to the waiter and he nodded, excusing himself to get the receipt.

You took a deep breath and started to slide off the booth. Both women looked at you confused as you stood up and smiled at them, opening your small purse and searching for cash.

“I guess that’s my queue to leave. Thank you both for the lovely night” you said softly, pulling out some money and offering it to Natasha that looked at you like you just insulted her “It’s not much but I can’t let you pay for all my drinks” you explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your other hand trembled nervously as if the money felt heavy on your palm.

“That’s not necessary, it was my pleasure” Natasha smiled, her eyes now unreadable as she looked at you and you bit your lip.

You were too focused on her to notice when Wanda found her way out of the booth and stood next you. But the warmth of her hand startled you for a moment. You looked at her, her hand still tender over your arm as she caressed you and you eased up.

“We are not ready to let you go just yet” Wanda said softly, her eyes flicking for a second to your lips and she looked back at you when she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers and you leaned into her touch without fully realising it “Such a pretty girl. So reacting”

Natasha appeared behind Wanda, arms instantly wrapped around her wife’s waist as she rested her chin over her shoulder and smiled at you.

“We were hoping for you to join us in our room” you looked at her in awe and for a moment, Natasha doubted herself but she forced herself to keep going “It’s okay if you don’t want to or you are uncomfortable. It’s just that booth is bad for my back and I’m sick of these clothes”

“I- I don’t want to impose myself” you stuttered, stepping back and regretting it when you lost Wanda’s touch “I’m sure you have more interesting things to do than entertain me” you forced a laugh but they both looked at you even more confused.

“Yeah, we have more interesting things to do with you” Wanda said closing the gap between you again and she grabbed your hand, giving you a gently squeeze and you relaxed “But if you don’t want to, we will understand”

“Just don’t leave because you think we don’t like you” Natasha added with a reassuring smile and you bit down your lip.

It was a bad idea. You started liking them way too much and that could only end badly. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself about. But your mind was already lost in both pair of green eyes that held all the promises in the world and were ready to give you the universe if you asked. For a night, but it sounded worthy.

“Are you guys sure? I really don’t want to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence, malyshka” Natasha said a little more firmly, a tone that told you there was no room for argument “We are sure. What about you?”

“Yeah. Fine, let’s do it” you sighed and both smiled proudly, like using your words was all they need “Let me go tell my friends”

Wanda stopped you before you could walk, her grip more firm as a silent command and you couldn’t fully understand why your body kept reacting to every order they gave you. Their words told you were free, the commands were silent but not pushy but you weren’t so sure now you wanted that freedom. Your body wanted to follow commands, would your mind like that too?

“I’m sure you can text them, right?” Wanda said softly and you tilted your head slightly “My feet are killing me, sweetheart” she explained and you smiled shyly.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll text Luke” you said pulling out your phone and they smiled proudly again, making your heart fluttered with satisfaction.

“Well, I guess then we go now” Natasha said softly and hoisted Wanda in her arms and the brunette gasped “for your feet, dorogaya”

“Always my hero” Wanda pecked her lips and then winked at you “Lead the way, pretty girl”

Your breath hitched and your heart raced. But you started walking. If it ended in tears, you would gaslight yourself into thinking it was the alcohol’s fault.

(—)

Natasha and Wanda’s room was on the top floor. The one reserved for members. And when they opened the door to their suite, you wondered once again how rich they were.

They dressed, looked and talked expensive. Did they taste the same?

And maybe Natasha diminish her company, making it sound like it was a small business but standing at the entrance of that big room was telling you otherwise.

“Oh, sweetheart, apologies for the mess” Wanda said softly next to you once Natasha put her down “Natasha forgets to clean after herself”

Natasha snorted, already standing next to bed and picking the phone “Yeah, me. Because I wear these” she said amused, showing her wife a red thong and your cheeks flushed when Natasha winked at you “Yeah, good night. I would like to order room service?”

Wanda approached her wife and smacked her arm as Natasha played around when Wanda tried to snatch the thong out of her hands. It was impressive the way her voice didn’t waver while doing so, like nothing was going on even when her wife was threatening to kill her silently.

You giggled softly, not able to look away. And Wanda finally snatched the piece, although something told you Natasha let her win.

The brunette turned to look at you as her wife grinned behind her making you laugh a little, but Wanda’s stare made you stop and you pursed your lips. She approached you and your feet almost moved to close the gap, Wanda was faster though.

Her index finger curled beneath your chin and lifted it up. Your cheeks blushed as green eyes studied you carefully.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” her voice was dripping with sweetness. A trap wrapped in silk and you shook your head “Nothing? Hm, interesting”

You bit your lip nervously, playing with your fingers as you tried to look down but Wanda wasn’t letting you. The brunette was enjoying every delicious second of you squirming under her gaze.

And maybe now the alcohol was doing the trick because you could swore Wanda was leaning closer to you, her breath colliding against your face with a mix of cherry and vodka. Or maybe it was you the one that was being pulled closer, you couldn’t tell.

Your lips brushed against each other’s, you closed your eyes as your body buzzed with excitement and then Natasha broke the spell.

“Maximoff, leave her alone” Natasha said wrapping her arms around Wanda from behind.

For a second you were scared but when your eyes met the redhead’s she was amused and her eyes were darkened. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear, her eyes not daring to leave you and then it was Wanda’s turn to blush and bite her lower lip.

“Fine, I’ll behave” Wanda sighed finally and broke the embrace.

She started cleaning a little. It was true, the mess was hers but Natasha was the one to blame for that because she made it almost impossible for her wife to pick something when the redhead kept threatening her to rip it off her body.

The reason they were out was to get you out of their minds, to focus on each other and not the need of having you. And when you walked in, it was like a divine sign. Or at least that’s what Wanda said.

Natasha placed a tender hand over your hip and your breath hitched with the firmness of her touch. You wondered if she was always so gentle or if she was holding back to not scare you away.

“I hope you don’t mind” she started as her other hand cradled your jaw and you leaned into her touch. She offered you a soft smile even when you saw a flash of fear in her eyes for a moment “I ordered some drinks and food, you can’t have an empty stomach with all the alcohol you’ve been drinking” your cheeks were burning, you weren’t sure that was going away anytime soon. And you tried to look away but Natasha tutted “None of that, malyshka. Don’t hide from me, please”

Your heart melted. The softness of her voice made you want to hug her but you weren’t so sure. And your mind started running crazy, being flooded with unnecessary thoughts.

Why were they so sweet with you? Why putting this much effort into someone they just met? They had the perfect life, the perfect marriage and yet, they were showering with attention and care.

“Why me?” you whispered, your tongue betraying your mind and Natasha furrowed her brows as her eyes clouded with confusion “Why are you guys being so nice to me? We just met”

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, like the interruption really bothered her. You offered her half a smile and she looked at you with apologetic eyes when she had to let you go.

“Come sit, sweetheart” Wanda called you from behind and you walked towards the sofa, swallowing nervously as you sat down “You okay? Did Natasha say something? Romanoff!”

Natasha was walking behind a man as he pushed the small cart with food and drinks.

“What I do, dorogaya? I swear it wasn’t me” Natasha said softly, grinning at her wife that was glaring at her “Thank you, we will leave it outside when we are done”

The redhead tipped him and he left, but her wife was still watching her with her hands over her hips and Natasha chuckled nervously. Wanda was ready to lecture her.

“She didn’t- Natasha didn’t say anything wrong” you rushed to say when Wanda opened her mouth and both looked at you.

The brunette approached you and crouched before you, taking your hand in between hers and looked at you with soft eyes.

“Are you being honest, sweetheart?” Wanda asked trying to read your face and you nodded “Words, pretty girl”

“Yes, Wanda” you whispered, lost in her gaze and Wanda smiled.

She stood up and looked at Natasha, that just grinned triumphantly and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully.

“Saved by the cute girl” Wanda teased her wife and Natasha shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m a saint!”

Wanda hummed and Natasha sat in the sofa in front of you as her wife placed a glass before you and some snacks over the coffee table. Then she joined the redhead, curling beside her and resting her right elbow over the back of the sofa.

They went back to assess you, seeking any sign of discomfort as if they already knew your body language. And at that point you were almost sure. Both seemed to be able to read you so easily.

Natasha leaned forward, taking a sip of her drink and then resting her arms over her thighs. You swallowed and bit your lip.

“You asked why” Natasha said softly and Wanda tensed slightly. Without having to look at her wife, Natasha leaned back to place her hand over Wanda’s knee “Wanda and I have been together since what? High school, my love?”

“Officially, since college. But yeah” Wanda smiled softly at Natasha and looked back at you again, her smile still on her lips.

“We were best friends, then lovers. We got married” Natasha’s gaze was soft, like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn’t with her eyes “And I love her with all my heart as much as she loves me” they looked at each other, like their love never wavered but only got stronger. Wanda pecked her lips and whispered something before they looked back at you “But something was missing. Well, not something. Someone”

At that, Natasha tensed up. You saw the moment her eyes clouded and she straightened up, her hands leaving Wanda’s knee to fold her arms over her chest. She was shielding herself.

Instinctively, you moved to the edge of the sofa. Your body trying to reach her, to comfort her or to at least apologise for asking, for forcing her to say something she didn’t seem ready to say.

But Wanda shook her head subtly, smiling gratefully but asking you silently to give Natasha a moment. You nodded and sat back.

“We work perfectly, don’t we moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife, her hand already rubbing circles over her thigh and Natasha relaxed and looked at Wanda “Everything is almost perfect” the brunette caressed her wife’s cheek.

“Almost” Natasha whispered and as much as you wanted to look away and give them space, you couldn’t. Natasha looked at you again “but we need balance in our lives, you know? Someone to keep us in check, to remind us to live before we get consumed with our own things” Wanda intertwined her fingers with Natasha and both smiled at you “Someone with enough power to make us feel more free”

Your lips parted as the silence stretched in the room. Your cheeks were flushed and you shifted nervously on your seat. The words were sinking in your bones. Feeling so right that it scared you, because the words sounded real.

No one could be that mean to lie, right? But given your list of exes, you couldn’t trust your own judgement. Still, your heart needed to believe.

“I don’t think I am that someone” you murmured and Natasha stood up “I’m flattered, really. You’ve been so sweet to me. You both are awesome but…”

The redhead sat next to you and your voice died down. Natasha caressed your cheek tenderly as your breath hitched, her thumb brushing your lower lip as her eyes followed her movements. And then she brushed your hair back.

“We think you are. Yeah, we just met but look at us” she said softly “You are an attraction force. You didn’t leave our minds all day and then we talked to you and you sound so collected” Natasha leaned closer and you bit your lip “I don’t think you even know it. But if you are not comfortable, you can leave. We just needed you to know”

Your heart was drumming in your ears, your cheeks were burning but your mind went completely silent. Natasha’s eyes were twinkling with sincerity, a little fear and like she just opened her heart to you. So you did what you’ve been wanting to do all fucking night.

You kissed her.

At first, she flinched a little as her muscles stiffened. But when her mind finally realised what was happening, her lips started moving. Natasha was careful, her plumped lips softer than you imagined and gentler. She tasted like vodka and lime. But mostly, she tasted like a promise.

You whimpered, trying to deepened the kiss and Natasha pulled back. She smiled softly and shook her head, brushing your nose with hers.

“Not yet, malyshka. You are going to get me killed” she chuckled and you furrowed your brows.

“Killed? What do-“

A small tap on your shoulder cut you off, your cheeks heating up even more when you remembered the brunette. You turned to look at her, swallowing nervously and an apology already on the tip of your tongue but she raised a brow.

“If you dare to apologise, you will regret it” Wanda said firmly, sitting next to you and tapping her thigh “Come here, sweetheart”

Your mouth ran dry and you glanced at Natasha, that gave you a small nod and a reassuring smile. You straddled Wanda’s lap and her hands grabbed your hips, keeping you steady.

She leaned closer. Lips brushing your neck as she inhaled your scent. You smelled like coconut, summer breeze and dreams. You held back a moan when she placed a soft kiss on your jaw, your fingers locking on her shoulders trying to ground you and she smiled.

“You are so damn beautiful. Less than a day knowing you and our lives already shine” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You are perfect, sweetheart”

Before you could reply, before you could even think of denying her words, her lips captured yours. Wanda was a little rougher, impatient, but gentle all at once. Her tongue outlined your lower lip and you followed her silent order, opening your mouth.

Her tongue was on a mission, like she was trying to memorise every inch of you and her grip tightened on your hips. You moaned against her lips, your hips grinding against hers when she bit your lower lip, tugging it playfully and she smirked when you grunted.

“Such an impatient pretty girl” Wanda teased you and pecked your lips again “Did you eat something before going to the bar or were you planning on getting wasted?”

You looked at her in awe. Her tone firm but sweet, another trap wrapped in silk. One you would’ve run straight into if Natasha didn’t stop you.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you, malyshka” Natasha said amused, leaning closer to you “She smells the lies from miles away”

Wanda hummed in agreement and you bit your lower lip, slightly distracted by Natasha’s fingers over your thigh.

“I- I didn’t” you admitted shyly “But I’m not hungry, I swear”

Wanda squinted her eyes, making you squirm over her and Natasha laughed.

“Maximoff, leave her alone. If she wants to eat, she will do it” Natasha smirked and Wanda pouted, looking at her wife “No, you won’t get away with everything you want”

“But she will need energy” Wanda defended herself and you gasped, making both look at you “unless you don’t want to…”

You leaned and kissed her again. You couldn’t trust yourself with talking. Not when they looked at you like they just found a treasure or how cute Wanda looked when she pouted. And the way she melted under your arms just fuelled your need of her.

You broke the kiss when Natasha huffed and when you turned to look at her, she was pouting like a child. You smirked amused as Wanda giggled and kissed your neck.

“What?” you asked wearing a cocky smirk. One that disappeared when Natasha stood up.

The redhead was taller than you, but you could almost feel the power radiating from her. She looked bigger, imposing, like she could ruin you if she just snapped her fingers.

It was her turn to smirk, sending a shiver down your spine and you almost squeaked. But Wanda started licking your neck and you whimpered when Natasha leaned.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” Natasha whispered and you bit down your lip “You are really lucky it’s our first night, malyshka. Really lucky”

It wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t warning you either. No, her words were a fucking promise. And instead of fearing her, you wanted to challenge her. You needed to see how far it could go.

Your brain wasn’t fully understanding how two women you just met, had total power over you. They weren’t forcing you, they weren’t pushing you. They kept giving you options and as free as you could feel, you didn’t want it. You wanted to be theirs.

It was the type of power that came with a lot of promises. The one that just asked for trust and care in return. Because Natasha and Wanda had some power over you. But you? You were the powerful one in that room. They would give you the universe if you just asked. All you had to do in return was trusting them. You had to give them the room to ruin you in all the right ways and they would be yours forever.

“Sweetheart, breathe” Wanda whispered in your ear and you realised your heart was racing, threatening you to jump out of your chest. You took a deep breath and looked at her “Good girl. Now be nice to daddy and apologise for making fun of her”

You moaned at the title. Your cheeks flushing when your eyes met Natasha’s. The redhead was grinning, green eyes daring you to not follow Wanda’s order. But you wouldn’t dare even if you wanted to.

“Sorry, Nat-“ Wanda pinched your side and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red “Sorry, daddy”

“Such an obedient plaything” Natasha said proudly.

Her fingers locked around your chin. A firm and steady grip that made you moan again as she leaned and kissed you. The first kiss was gentle and caring, this one felt like a claim.

Natasha kissed you like she was marking you, owning you and at the same time she was giving herself to you. Your head felt hazy. Your body craving them as if their lips over you weren’t enough.

Your fingers tugged Wanda’s hair when she bit your neck and the moment you moaned, Natasha’s tongue swirled with yours. It was like a practice dance. As if both knew all the right spots in your body, all the right things to do and say.

And it clicked.

You broke the kiss, panting and pushing Wanda away gently. Both looked at you confused and you tried to collect your thoughts before talking because you could potentially ruin your night.

“I’m not the first one, am I?” you asked carefully, watching the moment they shared a look and then went back to you “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped”

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t” Wanda cradled your jaw and gave you a sad smile “I wish I could tell you, you are the first one but you are right, you aren’t”

“But you are the one we want” Natasha added and smiled “and before you dare to say again we just met, sometimes you just know. We can’t name what it is, but we know we want you”

Your heart fluttered “What happened to…”

“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. Why don’t we move this party somewhere more comfortable, hm?”

Wanda looked at Natasha and her wife nodded. You gasped when the redhead hoisted you over her shoulder, she was way too strong. She handled you with ease and care, putting you down on the bed and smiling like she just grabbed a pillow.

“Do you want us to stop?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head “Remember what mommy told you, malyshka. Use your words”

You whimpered “No, daddy. I don’t want to stop”

“Good girl” Natasha smiled proudly.

Wanda knelt behind you as Natasha crouched and started taking off your heels. Wanda unzipped your dress slowly, tossing your hair aside and she kissed your shoulder blades. Natasha started kissing your legs and your mind didn’t know where to focus as Wanda pulled your dress down slowly.

The experience was something you had never felt. They were acting with so much care, making you feel safe. As if they were unwrapping a gift and wanted to engrave the experience in their minds.

The redhead helped her wife taking off your dress and both moaned at the sight of your body. Black lingerie covering your body and you couldn’t find in yourself to feel shy. Not when they were looking at you like you were a masterpiece.

“If you want to stop, you will say so. Understood?” Wanda whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and kissing your neck.

“Yes, mommy”

The praise came as a moan. Your words igniting Wanda’s skin as you used the right title. The brunette started sucking on your neck and you grunted. And when you looked down, Natasha was already kissing your thighs.

Both were marking you, their hands caressing your body like you were made of glass. As if you could break underneath them if they were rougher with you.

Your knees opened when Natasha moved up and she smirked. Your body was already reacting on its own. Your mind was silent, trying to remember every kiss, every movement, every sound they were making.

Your breath faltered when Natasha stopped in your covered cunt. She inhaled your scent, whimpering as her mind tried to decide what to do. And when she placed a chaste kiss and moved to your abdomen, you grunted.

Wanda unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere around the floor and you tossed your head back when she cupped your breasts. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as she pinched your nipples.

And you moaned, feeling Natasha’s tongue over your skin as Wanda’s hands worked over your chest. Your teeth sank in her skin and the brunette growled when you started sucking.

Your hips bucked up when Wanda’s fingers were replaced with Natasha’s mouth. Her tongue swirling over your harden nipple and her lips popping when she let you go.

The redhead continued to mark you, bruises appearing over your skin as a statement. When her knee pressed against your cunt you moaned and started grinding to ease the tension.

“Easy, malyshka” Natasha whispered in your ear “We are getting there”

Then you whined when they stopped touching you. Both kissing over you as you looked up. They were rough, you could almost feel the power battle that was taking place over you.

Your fingers hooked in Natasha’s pants and the redhead broke the kiss to looked down on you with curious eyes. You smiled innocently.

“Too much clothes, daddy”

Wanda chuckled as Natasha smirked with amusement and they shared a loving look, checking on each other before they kept going. The brunette pecked her wife’s lips and said something in russian.

Their attention was back on you. Moving around you with ease and Natasha made you stand up. You tripped and she caught you. Your heart melted when you heard a soft ‘I got you’ that felt like an oath.

“Who do you want to undress first, little one?” Wanda asked softly and you bit your lip.

Your eyes danced in between them. Your ears ringing as you tried to decide and when your breath hitched, the brunette’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at her and she smiled reassuringly.

“Perhaps our cute girl shouldn’t choose” Natasha suggested tenderly and your cheeks flushed. Her finger traced your collarbone and she smiled “it’s a huge decision, isn’t it malyshka?” you moaned at her tone. Natasha was stripping you from your freedom, the one that came with consequences and a lot of anxiety “Mommy and daddy will do it for you. Sit and watch”

You nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. Your eyes fixed on them as they helped each other out of their clothes. Their movements deliberate, their eyes glancing at you every now and then with smiles that reached their eyes.

Wanda turned around. Natasha unzipped Wanda’s dress and her tongue traced her wife’s spine. You weren’t sure if Wanda moaned or if it was you. You clasped your legs to get some relief.

But your underwear was ruined when Wanda knelt before Natasha. It was one hell of a sight as the brunette looked up to her wife and took off her pants. You whimpered when Natasha stepped out of her pants and took off her shirt.

Both were goddesses. Your eyes were trying to decide where to focus. Natasha’s toned abdomen was calling you but Wanda’s long legs were alluring. You needed them both, not sure if you needed them to touch you or you needed to touch them.

As if they could read your thoughts, they approached you. Standing before you with softened eyes, giving you silent permission to touch.

You swallowed, not ready to pick between them without feeling you were failing them. Wanda smiled at you knowingly and looked at her wife.

“Dibs” Wanda said triumphantly and you looked at them confused as Natasha chuckled.

“No, you can’t call dibs. She gets to do it” Natasha said amused and you tilted your head with curiosity “Mommy wants to pick who goes first. Do you want her to pick, malyshka?”

You giggled softly and nodded “Yes, daddy” you looked at Wanda and grinned “You pick, mommy”

The brunette caressed your cheek and smiled proudly. She leaned to peck your lips, leaving a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Our perfect girl” she praised you and you smiled “Tasha, sit on the bed”

Natasha huffed but complied, she knew better than to piss off her wife by not following orders. The redhead sat next to you with a grin and you giggled when she winked at you.

“If you piss mommy off, I will let you cum sooner than later” Natasha teased and you gasped but Wanda smacked her thigh.

“Do not give her ideas” Wanda scolded and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Sweetheart come here, kneel before daddy”

You did as told, eagerly. And Natasha moaned at the sight of you as you looked at her with doe eyes that twinkled with excitement.

Wanda knelt behind you, kissing your neck and then your shoulder. She pressed her chest against your back and you moaned when she nip your earlobe.

“Daddy is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Wanda purred and you nodded “Do you want to touch, little one?”

“Yes, mommy, please”

Wanda hummed proudly and took your hand. She showed you the way, your fingers caressing her legs tenderly. Natasha rested her body over her elbows, tossing her head back when your hand reached her thigh.

“She will never say it out loud, but she loves being worshipped” Wanda murmured and you whimpered as she guided your fingers over Natasha’s clothed cunt “Natasha acts all tough and powerful, but she is a golden retriever in disguise. A woman that needs to be taken care of” your thumb pressed against her clit and Natasha moaned, a sound so heavenly that you thought you could come just by hearing it “Show her how much you want her, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good”

Natasha gasped when your arms hooked around her legs and you pulled her closer with strength you didn’t know you had. And your body moved with a mission in mind.

The redhead watched you licked her abdomen, sucking and marking her. Her body was perfect, museum worthy. Wanda helped you unhooked her bra and you sucked her right breast first and then the left one.

Natasha’s breath hitched as you kept leaving bruises over her body. She didn’t like love bites, at least not that much unless Wanda was doing it to prove a point. But with you doing the job, looking at her like you’ve been dying to taste her and own her, Natasha knew she was fucked.

Maybe you weren’t their first addition to their marriage. They’ve tried multiple times and as much as they gave themselves up, it never reached that point. Not because they didn’t want to. It was because they never felt ready.

It could be the alcohol in her veins or her foggy mind. But instead of wanting to stop you from keep bruising her, she pulled you closer.

Wanda took in the image, noticing the way Natasha was letting you step into a territory she barely unlocked. The way her wife was holding you close as she unravelled under your touch. And she smiled because as much as the three of you felt like something that could vanish as soon as the sun came up, Wanda knew it wouldn’t happen.

They just found you. They wouldn’t let you go any time soon.

Not when Natasha felt so safe. Not when Wanda’s body buzzed with excitement and need she had never felt with anyone but Natasha. Not when you were so obedient, so eager, so fucking perfect.

Your tongue traced a line down her body. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear as you asked silently for permission and Natasha nodded, biting her lip as she watched you undress her.

You moaned at the sight of her slick. You leaned and kissed her thighs tenderly. And when your lips met her cunt, you both moaned.

“Take your time, sweetheart” Wanda cooed, her hand snaked between your legs. You whimpered when she tossed aside your underwear “I got you”

You swirled your tongue over Natasha’s clit, moaning at the taste and Wanda pressed her thumb against yours. You ran down your tongue making Natasha buck her hips up. And when your thumb rubbed circles over her clit as your tongue entered her, Natasha tossed her head back with a loud moan.

Your movements started gentle, slow, almost afraid of rushing things. But then your hunger came out to play, drunk on her taste and her moans. The way her fingers twitched next to your face trying to restrain herself from tugging your hair.

And your mind was hazy, moaning against her cunt as Wanda’s fingers worked between your legs. You whimpered when she pushed two fingers inside of you, your knees spreading a little more to give her more space to work and Wanda hummed satisfied.

The three of you were moving in sync. Wanda’s lips marking your back as she pumped her fingers, you eating Natasha out like she was the last meal on earth and the redhead finally broke and tugged your hair, guiding you as she bucked her hips up, grinding her hips against your face.

“Fuck, malyshka” Natasha whimpered, forcing herself to watch you and when she met your eyes she moaned louder “You look so perfect like this. I’m almost jealous, thinking your tongue worked on someone else” you grunted and Wanda fastened her movements, a possessive rhythm took over with Natasha’s words “Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop”

You pushed your hips back, trying to get Wanda to move faster. And she complied, her mind deciding she couldn’t wait for you to come around her fingers.

Natasha tugged your hair again and you whimpered, your eyes fixed on hers and you sucked on her clit and she moaned, not only at the sensation but at the way you were looking at her.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop” Natasha begged, feeling her abdomen tightened and her knees clasped in your head “Fuck”

Wanda licked your shoulder and smirked “You will come when she does, sweetheart. So it’s up to you”

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around Wanda and your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait. And Natasha came moaning your name. She collapsed against the bed as you slowed your movements, your chin dripping with drool and her arousal as Wanda kept you in place.

“You made her a mess, sweetheart” Wanda whispered and you pressed your right cheek on Natasha’s thigh, moaning as Wanda kept pumping her fingers and her thumb rubbed circles on your clit “Mommy is so proud of you, little one. You are such a good girl. Cum, baby, claim your reward”

Your back arched against her chest, your head leaning on her shoulder and Wanda sucked on your neck as you came around her fingers. Your desperate moans filled the room and Natasha straightened up, watching the way your body trembled against Wanda’s.

The brunette slowed her movements and she captured your lips with hers, tasting her wife and moaning against your mouth. You bit her lip harshly and she whimpered. And she broke the kiss when she pulled out her fingers as you grunted.

You watched her lick her thumb clean, her eyes fixed on you for a moment before looking at Natasha. The redhead understood the command, leaning closer with her mouth opened as Wanda pushed her fingers in.

Natasha looked at you as she sucked her wife’s fingers, tasting you and moaned. You watched her mesmerised, noticing the way her eyes rolled back when Wanda pressed her fingers down her tongue. Natasha’s lips popped when Wanda pulled out her fingers and smiled.

“You taste better than I imagined, malyshka” your cheeks flushed and she signalled you to get closer “And that pretty mouth does wonders, mommy will love it” her knuckles caressed your cheek “Our perfect girl”

Natasha kissed you tenderly, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You were sure you could never get tired of her lips. The way she kissed you was charged with something you couldn’t name but it sat right on your bones.

Wanda stood up, leaving you both as you made out. Your body hovered Natasha’s as you climbed the bed and her hands squeezed your ass making you moan. You only broke the kiss when your lungs started burning needing more air and you smiled at Natasha.

“You are perfect too, daddy” you leaned and kissed her neck “So perfect”

Natasha grunted as you sucked on her neck, her hand slapping your ass and made you moan. The redhead tugged your underwear, contemplating ripping it off and the consequences. But it lasted one moment before she did it anyway and you gasped.

“I’ll buy a new pair, don’t worry” she grinned and you giggled.

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, founding you extremely cute. It was a balance, silly things during an intimate moment that warmed her heart. Someone that didn’t expect her to be cold and heartless but actually enjoyed her goofy self.

“Tasha!” Wanda gasped and you both turned to look at her “It was such a nice piece. Why you do it, moya lyubov’?”

“My hands have mind of their own” Natasha grinned and Wanda chuckled “I see you brought the big guns”

In that moment, you noticed the strap on her hands and you gasped. Wanda looked at you amused, approaching you as if you were her prey. The small break was over because it was Wanda’s turn and Natasha was going to show you the right way to treat her wife.

“You are so tight, sweetheart. I think you deserve to be stretch out” you moaned as she brushed your lips with the tip of the toy “Sadly, it won’t be me doing it. Daddy doesn’t like to share her toys” she pouted and Natasha chuckled under you.

“Malyshka, sit closer to the headboard. I’ll show you how to treat mommy, hm?” Natasha instructed and you looked at her “And since it’s our grand opening night, I will let you enjoy the show as you please”

Natasha winked at you and you growled at her words. You moved around the bed, following her orders and the redhead gave you a proud smile that only increased your arousal.

You took off what was left of your underwear and tossed it away, your body getting comfortable between the pillows as you watched them carefully.

Natasha went back to her powerful state. Imposing and commanding as she watched her wife putting the strap in place around her hips. The redhead told her something in russian and Wanda grunted, stripping off her underwear and kneeling before Natasha.

It was hard to tell which one held the power over the other. They both seemed to share but in that moment, the picture was clear.

Wanda looked at her wife with devotion. Letting Natasha handle her as she pleased. Focusing on her and not daring to look away, not even when the brunette wanted so bad to watch you.

And as easy as it looked, the only reason Wanda bent to her wife’s wishes was because she loved Natasha dearly. Enough to give up her own power, enough to show the redhead she was hers too.

Natasha looked at you and you moaned. They looked perfect, delicious, you couldn’t even feel left out because they were letting you watch their interaction. It was hot the way they surrendered to each other, their love an intoxicating force that not everyone could see fully. Not like this. But you were lucky by just witnessing.

“Mommy’s tongue ran a little earlier, don’t you think?” Natasha smirked and looked down to her wife “Telling our perfect girl how much I love being worshipped, how soft I can be, how to hold power over me” you and Wanda moaned. Natasha’s smirk widened and she turned to you “I’ll pay back the favour. Here’s the secret, malyshka” her hand grabbed the toy and she brushed it against Wanda’s lips. Her wife opened her mouth and Natasha pushed it gently “Mommy looks so collected, so expensive, you wouldn’t even dare to think how much of a slut she is” your hand landed between your legs as Wanda bobbed her head “She walks around the world pretending she doesn’t like to serve, to please, but her inner slut always comes out to play in the bed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Wanda and you moaned. The brunette’s mouth stuffed with the toy as your fingers played with your clit. Natasha looked so powerful like that, holding your attention and your needs. Knowing what to say and when to say it. A side of her that she always showed; composed, in control, intimidating and powerful.

Because her goofy self was for those that were close to her. She couldn’t be nice to everyone, it wasn’t in her nature to trust any stranger and yet, she trusted you. Natasha was willing to let you see every part of herself.

“Malyshka, be a dear and toss me a pillow” Natasha asked gently and you moved to complied. She smiled gratefully and dropped the pillow before Wanda “Come on, my love. Put on a show for our girl. Ride it as you suck my cock”

Wanda whimpered, her hands grabbing the pillow and putting it underneath her. Her head kept bobbing on the toy, the tip meeting the back of her throat as Natasha tugged her hair.

It was also hard for Wanda to show that side of her. Because Natasha’s words were true; the brunette walked around the world with all the confidence she had. Every inch of herself screamed power and she loved it.

Wanda loved the control, her ability to solve everything as if the world depended on her and the power all of it gave her. But when Natasha stripped her out of her power, Wanda also found a way to breathe.

She wouldn’t say it out loud, she would deny it if asked, but there was something about giving her power up for the woman she loved the most that was thrilling. But she felt vulnerable.

Her power shielded her from the outside. None of their exes had ever witnessed the power exchange between them because Wanda couldn’t let them see that side of her, the one that could break if handled poorly.

However, you were there. Touching yourself at the sight of her sucking the strap and humping the pillow and instead of seeing someone easy to destroy, you still looked at her like her power was never gone.

No, Wanda still had power over you. She wasn’t vulnerable. Wanda didn’t feel the ache in her chest or her usual fear igniting inside of her. She was free, holding everything and letting it go all at once.

Natasha fucked her wife’s mouth as if she could just come by the sight. You pumped two fingers inside you as you applied pressure on your clit. And Wanda was humping the pillow like it could save her.

“Seems like our girl is liking the show, Wands” Natasha grinned at you, her fingers tugging the brunette’s hair and you moaned when Wanda choked on the strap “Who would’ve thought? You are a slut just like mommy, hm?”

You whimpered, curling your fingers inside as Natasha paid attention to both of you. You were part of the show, they were letting you in and it felt like your body was on fire.

The gagging nosies Wanda was making were driving you to the edge. Her neck was flushed and you could see drool dripping. But what almost broke you was the moment you saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

You wished you were Natasha in that moment. The sight of Wanda from above was heavenly. A sight that shattered the powerful image of the brunette, the same woman that commanded you with a single look.

You moaned louder, your hips bucking up trying to reach your high and Natasha looked at you with a smirk. She pulled out the toy and Wanda coughed trying to regulate her breathing. The redhead crouched before her wife and grabbed her chin.

“Keep moving, Wands” she ordered and Wanda whimpered, hands steadying herself over the floor as she was grinding her hips “But look at her. Look how much she loved watching you being a slut for me” Wanda’s eyes met yours and you both moaned, your abdomen tightened and you tossed your head back as you came around your fingers “I wish I could take the credit, my love. But you did that, don’t you love it? Someone finally matched your slutty ass”

And with that Wanda fell apart, her orgasm crashing over her bones. Natasha’s words landing in all the right ways. And when you finally regained yourself back, you crawled over the bed. You laid down over your chest and reached for Wanda, the brunette moaning your name like a prayer as she slowed down her movements with her eyes closed.

Your eyes met hers when she finally opened them. Panting with her cheeks flushed like she just realised how much of herself she let go and afraid that you would think less of her. But when you cradled her jaw and caressed her cheek with your thumb, Wanda leaned into your touch.

“Thank you, mommy” you whispered “you looked amazing”

Natasha smiled softly, watching the interaction as her heart raced. You were giving them all they needed, all they craved and you didn’t even know. They cracked open before you and you weren’t judging, you were following them.

Wanda leaned and kissed you, a tender kiss that said more than she could trust her own words to tell. A silent thank you and at the same time, she was holding onto you like you could save her.

Then she broke the kiss and reached for your hand, sucking the fingers you were using to touch yourself and you moaned when her eyes never left yours. There was something more than hunger in them, something that screamed ‘see me as much as I see you’.

“You really are perfect” Wanda whispered after she let go of your fingers “Now, let mommy and daddy take care of you”

“I just had two-“

“It’s really not about how many times, malyshka” Natasha explained and you looked at her confused “Lay on your back and let us have you, yes?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Such a good girl you are” she pecked your lips.

You laid on your back and Wanda hovered your body, not before leaving bruises over your abdomen like Natasha did earlier. She was claiming you too, marking you as a shared possession with her wife. And when she finally was face to face with you, Wanda smirked.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath faltered. You bit your lip, nodding slightly as she squeezed a little more testing the limit. But Natasha and Wanda made a promise, they wouldn’t push too far that night.

They needed to try, to see how comfortable you were around them, how much of yourself you were willing to give. For them it wasn’t physical, it never was. They saw you, they wanted you, they talked to you and realised they needed you.

Love a first sight was for fairytales, but you looked like the one that could finally break them and glue them all at once. You were perfect in more than one way, you just had to believe it. And they were ready to make you see it.

“I want to try that pretty mouth of yours, is that okay little one?” Wanda whispered, brushing her lips against yours and then tracing your cheek with her nose as she inhaled your scent.

“Please, mommy” you murmured, closing your eyes as you felt Natasha’s hands over your thighs.

Wanda took a moment to admire you. You looked so eager, so innocent, so… breakable. But you were trusting them, she could feel it. Her fingers brushed your hair and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft twinkle.

“If you could only see what we do” Wanda said softly, smiling as she brushed her lips against yours “We waited for you for so long, sweetheart. This will work out, I promise” she kissed you again and your hands held the back of her neck trying to pull her closer. Wanda broke the kiss and you grunted “Easy. The night is still young” she pecked your forehead “Now, if you make mommy cum, daddy will let you cum” she leaned closer to your ear “but I’m not like daddy, I don’t like sloppy work” she purred.

You nodded eagerly and she hummed, hovering your face and you moaned at the sight of her glistening cunt. She smelled delicious. Just like Natasha, she smelled like paradise. An expensive paradise.

“Okay, malyshka. You better make mommy cum. Tap her thigh if you need us to stop” Natasha said spreading your legs and you whimpered when Wanda lowered herself over your mouth and the redhead spit on your cunt.

Your lips sucked on Wanda’s clit and the brunette had to steady herself with the headboard. And you moaned against her cunt when you felt the tip of the toy in your entrance.

Your movements faltered as Natasha pushed inch by inch of the toy inside and Wanda grunted, getting impatient and started riding your face. You matched her pace once that Natasha bottomed out, grunting against Wanda when the redhead started moving.

Your head felt foggy. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both women over you. Their noises driving you to the edge. Wanda was moaning louder over you as your fingers dug into her skin and Natasha was whimpering, hypnotised by the way the toy disappeared inside of you.

And your back arched when her thumb pressed over your clit and Wanda’s movements turned erratic, her slick covering your face as she used you just like she used that pillow.

Soon the brunette came, legs pressed against your head as she shuddered above you. Wanda was sure she had never came that fast, not even Natasha had made her.

She moved after a few minutes, letting you breathe and moving your body so she could hold you from behind. You buried your face in her inner thigh, your hands holding her legs as Natasha hovered your body.

The redhead was focused, whimpering as she pounded her hips against yours. Your legs wrapped around her hips and both moaned when Natasha kissed your neck.

“You are so perfect, malyshka. So tight” she breathed out in your neck and you whimpered “We are not letting you go”

Natasha looked at you, green eyes as darkened as yours. You tried to talk but only a moan came out and Natasha smirked. Wanda caressed your hair, soft fingers grounding you while Natasha shattered your world.

“Do you like when daddy fucks you, sweetheart?” you looked up and Wanda’s eyes were fixed on you, engraving in her mind every feature of your face as it contorted with pleasure.

You nodded and sank your teeth in her thigh when Natasha got rougher. You needed them everywhere, you didn’t want the night to end. And when Wanda started rubbing your clit, you screamed with pleasure.

“Daddy, mommy, please” you whined, feeling so close again and Natasha grunted “I’m so close, don’t stop please”

But the redhead stopped, she pulled out and you mewled. Wanda shushed you as Natasha flipped you, raising your hips and pushing the toy inside again.

Her hands landed in between your shoulder blades and she pushed you down. Wanda’s hand tugged your hair as Natasha started grinding her hips faster, erratic, with her fingers between your legs.

“Come, detka. Show me how much you love daddy’s cock” Natasha whimpered and your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets.

And you came, not sure of what you screamed but your orgasm came down like a crashing wave. You whined when Natasha didn’t slow down, she went faster and rougher. Her fingers working over your sensitive clit and your nails started digging into Wanda’s thigh like she could save you.

“Tasha, I think-“

“No” Natasha grunted, looking at Wanda with hungry and possessive eyes “She can take it, right malyshka?” you moaned and Natasha pulled you up, pressing your back against her chest and bit your neck.

Your eyes met Wanda’s and the brunette searched for any sign of discomfort but when your eyes rolled back with pleasure, she knew you were okay.

She knelt before you, biting the other side of your neck. Both were marking you, claiming you and your mind was one step away of crashing. It didn’t take that long for you to come again, one hand tugging Wanda’s hair and the other one tugging Natasha’s.

And the redhead slowed down, but she wasn’t ready to pull out. Neither Natasha or Wanda were actually ready to give you a break. Not when the last orgasm was possessive, claiming and promising.

And you didn’t want to let them go either.

(—)

At some point that night and after watching them come undone under your touch, you had a break. Regretting not listening to Wanda about the food when your stomach roared with hunger.

But you were sore, your body slumped over their bed with sheets covering you slightly. You looked like a fucking masterpiece, covered in love bites all over. Sweat glistening your skin and your head hazy.

“Don’t sleep yet, sweetheart. It’s time to eat before bed” Wanda said softly, lifting your body and holding you in between her arms as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You whined “None of that, pretty girl. You need to hydrate and eat”

“Mommy, please” you pouted and Wanda giggled, brushing your hair “Sleep now”

“She’s a little brat” Natasha grinned, straddling your lap and offering you a water bottle “Come on, malyshka, don’t get on mommy’s bad side”

You grunted but straightened up, drinking as Natasha held the bottle. Then she turned and held a club sandwich before you and you pouted again. The redhead chuckled but you sighed, reaching for a fry but Wanda smacked your hand.

“Sandwich first” Wanda ordered and you rolled your eyes, Natasha held back a grin.

“Daddy is more fun” you groaned and took a small bite of the sandwich as Natasha bit a fry and wiggled her brows, amused.

“You say that now, until she is the one mad” Wanda whispered in your ear and nip your earlobe “And if you keep being a brat, I’ll show you the real deal”

Natasha laughed and fed you a fry, then she offered her wife a bite of sandwich and Wanda looked at her gratefully.

“She’s right, I’m more fun” Natasha teased her wife, shrugging and biting another bite.

Wanda glared at her but you giggled. They kept bantering as you ate. And your eyes wandered over their bodies, they were as bruised as you. Not once did they stop you. They let you claim them as well and that made your heart flutter.

When the brunette was satisfied, Natasha cleaned up and Wanda moved to cuddle you. She pecked your lips and then peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. And when she smiled at you, your breath hitched.

“Thank you for trusting us, sweetheart” she whispered and nudged your nose with hers “You did good”

“Thank you, mommy” you murmured and pecked her lips again.

Natasha laid behind you, covering Wanda’s body with the sheets and then hers. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“Let’s rest, malyshka. Tomorrow we can talk about everything” she whispered and you nodded.

And they kept whispering sweet praises until you fell asleep. Natasha looked at Wanda one last time, a silent conversation being held over your sleeping body. They kissed softly and went back to nestle your body between theirs.

You were perfect. And they would make sure you knew it.

(—)

You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake them up. And when you stood up, you tripped a little, gasping.

The only thing you could blame the alcohol for was your damn headache. But every decision that night was yours and your heart wanted to believe everything was true and not just a dream.

You bit your lip. No, you wouldn’t ruin this for yourself with insecurities. You couldn’t when they were so sweet before, during and after everything. And if it was a lie, then they would have to tell you themselves.

Your phone started ringing and you jumped a little, running and trying to answer before waking them up. You tripped with the sofa, grunting as you reached for your purse and when you turned around, Wanda was already looking at you, leaning back on the headboard as you answered.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Luke’s voice was on the other end and Wanda beckoned you and your body moved on its own, you could swear on that.

“I’m a little… busy” you said softly and Wanda raised a brow with amusement “Why? What do you want?”

“Breakfast? Open the door, I’ve been knocking” your best friend groaned as you crawled over the bed and sat on Wanda’s lap.

And if Wanda’s mood wasn’t enough to prove you they were planning on keeping you, her lips sure did because they found their way to your neck soon enough.

“I’m not there, vipes” you bit your lip as Wanda licked your throat “But I’ll meet you at the restaurant”

Wanda slapped your ass and you held back a moan, looking at her confused and she started shaking her head. Making you furrow your brows.

“What do you mean you are not here? Oh wait!” he started laughing but you couldn’t snap at him, not when Wanda kept roaming your body with her hands “You still with them? Naughty girl!”

“I’m not telling you shit” you smirked but it faded away when Wanda mouthed ‘language’, you rolled your eyes and she slapped your ass again making you whine.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just tripped” you lied and Wanda giggled, pecking your lips “Anyway, see you at breakfast like in…” you looked at the screen but Wanda blocked your view and you frowned “Yes, Wanda?”

“You are not leaving” she sentenced and you looked at her in awe.

“But I’m hungry” you pouted and heard Luke screaming on the phone “Lucas, give me a minute. Shut up!”

Wanda grabbed your pillow and punched Natasha with it, her wife groaned and grabbed the pillow by the third time. She glared at her wife and you held back a smirk.

“What?” Natasha grunted, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then her eyes found you and she squinted “Why is your phone in your hand, malyshka?”

“She’s trying to leave” Wanda replied and your jaw dropped, you grabbed the pillow from Natasha’s hand and punched her with it “Watch it, little one”

“That’s not- I’m not trying to leave, I swear” you looked at Natasha “I’m just hungry” Luke shouted your name again and you groaned “Luke, I said shut the fuck up! Give me another…”

“Luke, right?” Natasha said after snatching the phone from your hand and you looked at her stunned and Wanda smirked “Yeah, Natasha here. I don’t think she will make it to breakfast” the redhead hummed as she smacked your hand away and Wanda went back to kiss your neck “I see, yeah. When are you leaving?” she grabbed her phone and looked at the hour “Sure, we will join if that’s alright with you and your friends?” she hummed again and typed something in her phone, showing it to Wanda and her wife nodded “Yeah, see you then. Thank you”

Natasha hung up and placed your phones together over her nightstand and your jaw dropped. You weren’t sure if you heard right, but apparently the redhead already decided they weren’t going to leave your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked as Natasha kissed her wife and looked at you amused.

“Something about a trip to Women Island?” she shrugged and leaned to kiss you “Hope you don’t mind if we tag along”

“I- I don’t but I don’t think you want to hang with four strangers and-“

“We are hanging out with you and may I remind you this stranger made you moa-“ you clasped your hand over her mouth as your cheeks started burning and she raised a brow.

“Fine, three strangers. They are stupid and teasing and…” Natasha licked your hand and you moved it away “Hey!”

“Oh so now you don’t like my tongue? Wasn’t she asking me to never stop using it last night, dorogaya?” Natasha asked to Wanda and the brunette laughed.

“Yeah, I remember that” she teased and you groaned, trying to get off Wanda’s lap but she kept you in place “What I don’t remember is giving you permission to move”

“Is this my new life? Am I gonna get teased for the rest of my life?” you said without really thinking about your words but when realisation settled, you panicked “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Yes, that’s what you should expect for the rest of your life” Natasha smiled and grabbed your hand “And we don’t mind hanging out with your friends. It will be good getting to know them since you know… you are kinda stuck with us now”

“You make it sound like a threat, moya lyubov’” Wanda laughed and you bit your lip “We don’t have to go if you don’t want us to”

You looked at them, like really looked. Their eyes were twinkling softly, their smiles didn’t waver and they kept one hand touching you as the other were linked.

They made it look like you’ve been part of them all their lives, as if they didn’t meet you the day before but like you belonged there already. And your heart melted.

Maybe you didn’t take the best choices in the past, but this felt right. They felt right. So what if you just took a leap of faith?

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it” you smiled and leaned to kiss each one of them “and I mean all of it, if you guys still want me” you whispered shyly and Wanda caressed your cheek.

“I know a way or two to show you how much we want you” she purred and you whimpered “What do you think, Tasha?”

“Yeah, I know what you are talking about?” the redhead smirked and you moaned.

“Again?” you grunted when Wanda pushed you down in between their bodies and their lips were already on your neck.

“Again. And again after that” Natasha whispered and you bit your lip but your stomach growled and the redhead laughed.

“Or not. I guess she really is hungry” Wanda chuckled and you groaned, looking down to your abdomen.

“No, no, I’m not hungry. Come back” you whined but Wanda was already picking up the phone to order room service “She won’t let it go, will she?”

Natasha patted your thigh “You get used to it, now come back to my arms and wake me up when food is here”

And when you settled in her arms, watching Wanda reading the menu and ordering for you as Natasha kissed your shoulder and held you protectively, you knew whatever happened next it didn’t matter.

knock knock

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

nothing. 

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

knock knock

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

wanda.

there she was. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“remembered what?” you feign ignorance. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“maybe.” you shrug. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“well what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wanda glances up. “do you need assistance?” 

you laugh once. “no.” 

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

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

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

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

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

you sigh, holding your hands up in surrender. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t you dare.” she warns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“there.” she smirks. 

“there?” you echo. 

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

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

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

“maybe.” you admit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your smile widens. 

“you can kiss me.” you answer softly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah?” you ask.

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

“i have.” you reply simply. 

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

you swallow. “us?” 

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

oh.

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

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

“i really like you wanda.” 

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

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

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

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

“already?” you pout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?” you ask.

“nothing.” wanda smiles.

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

“neither are you.” she notes astutely. 

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

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

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

“can i kiss you again?” 

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

wanda mirrors your expression. “i know.” 

you glance at her lips now.

“can i?” she asks again. 

“yes.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“come here.” she hums. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“do you want to lie down?” she asks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhmm.” 

“and how many did you count?” 

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

“twenty-three.” you reply.

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

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

 your hand lifts to tuck some hair behind her ear.  

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

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

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

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

“okay.” you answer immediately. 

she smiles a little. “good.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she grins, nodding her head. “okay.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes.” you gasp. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“was that okay?” she asks quietly.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1: The Woman Who Challenges Death

At 2:17 in the morning, New York belonged to the nearly dead.

The city had not gone quiet. It never did. It simply lowered its voice.

Sirens replaced conversation. Traffic lights changed for empty intersections. Steam curled from street grates in pale ribbons, dissolving into the freezing air before anyone thought to look up. Taxi cabs moved through wet avenues like yellow embers, carrying the sleepless, the grieving, and the drunk toward destinations that seemed urgent only because it was dark.

Above the East River, the clouds had swallowed the moon.

NewYork-Presbyterian glowed against the night. Every window held a different kind of waiting.

A man sat beside his wife’s bed with both hands wrapped around hers, as though grip alone might keep her anchored.

A nurse leaned against a supply cabinet and closed her eyes for exactly seventeen seconds.

A new father stood before a nursery window, crying so quietly he had not yet realized he was crying at all.

And on the seventh floor, beneath the bright, merciless lights of an operating room, Dr. Wanda Maximoff reached into a stranger’s chest and refused to let him die.

Y/N stood beyond the glass.

No one looked at her.

No one ever did.

She wore a dark coat that fell just below her knees, though the cold could not touch her. Her hands rested loosely at her sides. Around her, monitors pulsed, wheels squeaked against polished floors, and the building breathed in mechanical rhythms.

She heard everything.

The hum of fluorescent lights.

The whisper of blood through arteries.

The private prayers of people who claimed not to believe in anything.

She heard the patient’s heart struggling beneath Wanda’s hands.

Weak.

Uneven.

Fading.

“Pressure is dropping.”

The anesthesiologist’s voice remained controlled, but fear had already sharpened the edges of it.

Wanda did not look up.

Her dark auburn hair was hidden beneath a surgical cap, though several damp strands had escaped near her temples. A sheen of sweat glimmered along her forehead. Her shoulders were rigid beneath green scrubs, and her gloved hands moved with astonishing precision inside the open chest.

“How low?” she asked.

“Sixty over thirty.”

“Start another unit.”

“We’re already on the fourth.”

Wanda’s gaze flicked toward the monitor.

For less than a second, something cracked across her face.

Not panic. Calculation.

Then it disappeared.

“Then start the fifth.”

Victor stood across from her, tall and composed even beneath the shapeless surgical gown. His pale features were half-obscured by his mask, but his blue eyes remained fixed on the damaged vessel between them.

“Wanda,” he said quietly.

She ignored the warning in his tone.

“Clamp.”

A nurse placed the instrument in her waiting hand.

Victor adjusted his position. “The tissue won’t hold.”

“It has to.”

“That isn’t how tissue works.”

“Tonight it is.”

Victor’s eyes lifted to hers.

For one suspended moment, the operating room seemed to narrow around them.

Y/N watched Wanda’s jaw tighten.

Victor watched it too.

He knew her well enough to recognize the exact moment determination began curdling into desperation.

“Wanda,” he repeated, more gently this time.

“Don’t.”

Her answer came too quickly.

The monitor let out a sharp alarm.

Everyone moved at once.

“V-fib.”

“Charge to two hundred."

Wanda pulled her hands free.

The paddles were passed across the field.

“Clear.”

The patient’s body jolted.

The line on the monitor continued to dance without rhythm.

“Again.”

“Wanda—”

“Again.” She snapped.

Victor stepped back.

“Clear.”

Another violent lift of the chest.

Another refusal.

Wanda stared at the monitor as though hatred might compel it into obedience.

“Three hundred.”

The anesthesiologist glanced at the clock.

“We’ve been down six minutes.”

“I know how long it’s been.” Her voice was flat now.

Too flat. A dangerous calm.

Y/N had heard that tone from soldiers in ruined fields and mothers beside fevered children. It was the sound people made when hope had already begun leaving, but pride had not yet allowed grief through the door.

The defibrillator charged.

“Clear.”

The patient’s body rose.

Fell.

Nothing.

The room became still. Only the alarm remained.

Victor lowered his hands.

“Wanda.”

She did not answer.

He moved closer.

There was blood on his gown. There was blood on hers. It had painted the front of her in dark, ugly blooms.

“We have to stop.”

“No.”

“He has no cardiac activity.”

“Then we keep going.”

“We’ve exhausted every option.”

“No, we haven’t.”

“Tell me what’s left.”

Her eyes snapped toward him.

For the first time, anger broke through. “I’ll find something.”

Victor held her gaze.

His expression did not harden. That would have been easier for her. Instead, it softened.

Y/N felt the change in Wanda before Wanda herself did.

A fracture beneath the ribs.

A collapse happening somewhere no machine could measure.

“Wanda,” Victor said, barely above a murmur. “He’s gone.”

The words settled over the room.

Wanda stared down at the still body beneath the sterile drapes.

The man’s name was Elias Bell; he was forty-six years old. He taught American history to high school students in Queens. He hated olives. He kept movie ticket stubs in an old coffee tin because his wife always threw hers away. He had been afraid of elevators since childhood and had spent the entire ambulance ride pretending he was not afraid of death.

Y/N knew these things because she had heard them in the moments before he lost consciousness.

Humans were rarely more honest than when they believed no one could hear them.

Wanda’s hands remained suspended over him.

Victor said nothing more, neither did anyone else.

The clock on the wall continued moving.

At last, Wanda stepped back.

The motion was small, but it seemed to cost her everything.

“Time of death,” she said, her voice faltered.

She cleared her throat. “Two forty-three.”

A nurse repeated the time. The monitor was silenced.

The sudden quiet felt obscene.

Wanda pulled off her gloves with sharp, jerking movements. One snapped against her wrist. She flinched, though not from pain.

Victor reached for her arm, but she moved before he could touch her.

“I’ll speak to the family.”

“You don’t have to do that alone.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Wanda.”

She turned away from him.

The doors opened.

For one brief second, she stopped at the threshold, shoulders rising as she drew in a breath that did not steady her. Then she walked out.

Y/N followed.

She did not need to.

Her duty was elsewhere.

Elias Bell was already standing beside his own body.

He looked younger without pain.

He stared down at the blood, the instruments, the team beginning the quiet work of closing what no longer needed saving.

“Is that me?” he asked. Y/N turned toward him.

He could see her now. They always could, at the end.

“Yes.”

His eyes moved to Wanda’s retreating figure.

“She tried.”

“She did.”

“I heard her.”

Y/N nodded.

Elias looked at his hands.

His wedding ring remained.

They always carried what mattered, though not always in ways they understood.

“My wife is outside.”

“I know.”

“She won’t know what to do.”

“She will.”

He laughed once, without humor. “No, she won’t.”

Y/N had no answer for that.

Humans often mistook survival for competence.

They believed continuing meant knowing how. It did not.

Elias looked toward the operating room doors.

“Can I see her?”

“For a moment.”

He followed Y/N into the corridor.

No one noticed the dead man walking among them.

A resident passed through his shoulder and shivered.

Elias barely reacted; he was staring at Wanda.

She stood near the end of the hall, removing her surgical cap. Her hair spilled loose around her shoulders in disordered waves. She pressed both palms against the counter at the nurses’ station and bowed her head.

Victor had followed, though he kept several feet between them.

He understood distance.

That was one of the things Wanda loved about him.

Or had loved.

Y/N could not yet tell the difference.

“You should take a minute,” he said.

Wanda laughed softly, though the sound held no amusement. “To do what?”

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Barely.”

She looked up. Her green eyes were bright with unshed tears and fury.

“At least I’m doing that.”

Victor’s mouth tightened.

The remark hit him. Wanda saw it happen. Regret flickered across her face, but she was too tired to reach for an apology.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know.”

He stepped closer this time and Wanda let him.

His hand settled at the back of her neck, thumb resting beneath her hairline. It was an intimate gesture. Familiar. Practiced.

Y/N looked away. The impulse confused her.

She had watched lovers kiss beside hospital beds. She had seen spouses sleep folded together in plastic chairs. She had observed every version of human closeness without ever feeling excluded from it.

Until now.

Elias stood beside her.

“She knows him,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Her husband?”

“No.”

“Boyfriend?”

Y/N turned back.

Victor leaned his forehead briefly against Wanda’s temple.

“Yes,” she said.

The word felt strange in her mouth.

Elias studied her.

The newly dead were often perceptive. Perhaps death removed the need for politeness.

“You don’t like him.”

“I do not know him.”

“That wasn’t what I said.”

Y/N gave him a look. Elias just smiled.

Then his expression faded.

At the far end of the corridor, a woman rose from a vinyl chair.

Rebecca Bell, Elias’s wife.

She was small, with silver threaded through dark hair and one sleeve of her sweater pulled over her hand. She had been staring at the operating room doors for three hours, seventeen minutes, and twelve seconds.

When she saw Wanda approaching, hope transformed her face. It was immediate.

Brutal.

Wanda stopped.

Rebecca knew.

Hope did not disappear all at once. It broke apart piece by piece.

Her hand rose to her mouth.

Wanda crossed the remaining distance slowly. “Mrs. Bell?”

Rebecca shook her head before Wanda could continue.

“No.”

Wanda’s expression changed. The surgeon vanished. What remained was simply a tired woman carrying unbearable news.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No.”

“We did everything we could.”

“No, you have to go back.”

Rebecca gripped Wanda’s forearms.

“You have to go back in there.”

Wanda did not pull away.

“Mrs. Bell—”

“He was talking when they put him in the ambulance. He was talking.”

“I know.”

“He said he’d call me.”

Wanda’s eyes filled. “I know.”

“You don’t understand.” Rebecca’s fingers tightened around her. “He always calls.”

Elias stood behind his wife. He reached for her shoulder, but his hand passed through.

Rebecca shuddered but did not turn.

Elias tried again. Nothing.

The dead learned quickly, but they did not always learn gently.

“Tell her I’m here,” he said.

Y/N’s gaze remained on Wanda. “I cannot.”

“Why?”

“She would not hear me.”

“Then make her.”

“I cannot.”

His grief sharpened. “What good are you?”

The question was not cruel. That made it worse. Y/N had no answer.

Rebecca’s knees buckled.

Wanda caught her.

Natasha appeared from another corridor, still wearing navy scrubs beneath an open white coat. Her red hair had been pulled into a low, careless knot. She took in the scene with one swift glance and moved without hesitation.

She placed a steadying hand beneath Rebecca’s elbow. “Come sit down,” Natasha said.

“No.”

“You don’t have to go far.”

“I don’t want to sit down.”

“Then we’ll stand.” Natasha’s voice carried the calm authority of someone accustomed to meeting disaster at eye level.

Rebecca stared at her, then she turned back to Wanda.

“Was he alone?”

Wanda swallowed. “No.”

Rebecca’s face crumpled.

Wanda tightened her hold on her arms. “I was with him.”

So was I, Y/N thought.

She had stood less than ten feet away while Elias’s heart stopped.

She had heard every plea.

She had felt none of the panic.

That had always been the difference between angels and humans.

Angels witnessed suffering. Humans entered it.

Wanda did not merely observe Rebecca’s grief. She allowed it to move through her. She let a stranger’s pain settle into her own body as though compassion were a kind of injury.

Rebecca began to cry. Not elegantly, not quietly. Her grief tore through the corridor in raw, broken sounds.

Wanda held her. She held her despite the blood on her clothes and the tremor beginning in her hands. She held her while Elias stood helplessly behind them.

Y/N watched Wanda close her eyes. One tear escaped.

Then another.

She did not wipe them away.

Something shifted inside Y/N. Not pain.

She did not experience pain, not truly anyway.

There was no body to contain it.

No heart to constrict.

No lungs to fail.

Still, something moved through her, deep and unfamiliar.

A pressure without location. A wound without flesh.

She looked at Elias. He was watching his wife. “Will she be all right?” he asked.

Eventually, perhaps.

Not tonight. Not for a long time.

Y/N had learned that humans rarely wanted the truth when they asked questions like that.

“Yes,” she said.

Elias nodded.

He knew she was lying.

He was kind enough not to say so.

A presence appeared beside her.

Steve.

He stood tall and quiet in the crowded hallway, broad shoulders hidden beneath a dark coat. His blond hair caught the sterile light. His blue eyes moved from Elias to Rebecca, then finally to Y/N.

“You’re late,” he said.

Y/N looked at him. “I know.”

Elias glanced between them.

“Another one?”

“Yes,” Steve answered.

“Do all of you dress like undertakers?”

Steve considered this. “Only in Manhattan.”

Elias laughed unexpectedly.

The sound surprised all three of them.

Y/N looked at Steve. He almost smiled.

Almost.

“Come,” he said to Elias. “It’s time.”

Elias looked back at Rebecca.

She was seated now, though she had insisted she would not sit. Natasha remained beside her. Wanda knelt in front of her, hands wrapped around hers.

Victor stood several feet away. Close enough if Wanda needed him but far enough to let her decide.

Elias’s face folded with longing. “I’m not ready.”

“No one is,” Steve said.

“Can I stay until she leaves?”

“You may stay a little longer.”

Elias nodded.

Steve’s attention returned to Y/N. “You were meant to meet me upstairs.”

“I became occupied.”

“With the soul?”

Y/N looked toward Wanda.

Steve followed her gaze.

His expression did not change, but she knew him too well.

He understood.

“I see,” he said.

“You see nothing.”

“I’ve known you for six thousand years.”

“That does not mean you know everything.”

“No,” he agreed. “Only your habits.”

Y/N turned fully toward him.

Steve folded his hands behind his back.

“You have been returning to this hospital for years.”

“There are many deaths here.”

“There are many hospitals in New York.”

“This one is efficient.”

“So is Mount Sinai.”

Y/N said nothing.

Steve waited.

He had always been good at that. Waiting was easy for immortals.

Eventually, humans confessed simply to end the silence.

Y/N had no intention of becoming human enough to fall for such a trick.

Across the corridor, Wanda stood.

Rebecca clung to Natasha now. Wanda stepped away. Victor moved toward her.

She shook her head before he reached her.

“I need air.”

“You’ve been awake for twenty-one hours.”

“I know.”

“You shouldn’t drive.”

“I’m not driving.”

“Then let me come with you.”

“No.”

The refusal was soft.

That somehow made it more final.

Victor stopped.

Wanda saw the hurt she had caused and closed her eyes briefly.

“I just need ten minutes,” she said.

Victor gave a single nod. “Ten.”

She walked away.

Y/N followed.

Steve sighed behind her. “You have duties.”

“So do you.”

“I am doing mine.”

Y/N glanced back. Steve stood beside Elias.

His meaning was obvious. She ignored it.

Wanda entered an empty stairwell and pushed the door shut behind her.

The harsh hospital noise disappeared. Concrete walls rose around her. Pipes ran overhead. A red EXIT sign buzzed faintly above the landing.

Wanda took three steps down then stopped.

Her hand found the railing. She bent forward as though struck.

For several seconds, nothing happened.

Then the first sob escaped. It was small. Humiliated, Wanda pressed her fist against her mouth.

Her shoulders began to shake.

Y/N stood one step above her.

She had seen Wanda cry before.

In supply closets.

In parked cars.

Once in the hospital chapel, though Wanda had not prayed.

Each time, Y/N had watched.

Each time, she had understood grief as an event.

Now she understood it as a place.

Wanda was inside it. Alone.

Y/N moved closer. The instinct came before thought.

She reached toward Wanda’s shoulder.

Her fingers passed through.

Wanda froze, and then her head lifted.

For one impossible second, she looked directly at Y/N.

Not through her.

At her.

Y/N stopped breathing, though she had never needed breath.

Wanda turned slowly, eyes red, face pale beneath exhaustion. “Who’s there?”

The stairwell remained silent.

Y/N did not move.

Wanda stared at the place where she stood.

A line appeared between her brows.

“Victor?”

No answer.

Wanda wiped at her cheeks with the heel of her hand. “This is absurd,” she muttered.

Her voice echoed against concrete.

She looked again.

Y/N felt something pass between them. Recognition without memory.

A door opening onto a room neither woman had entered. Wanda’s lips parted.

Y/N wondered what it might feel like to hear her own name spoken by that mouth.

The thought disturbed her.

She stepped back.

The moment broke.

Wanda exhaled shakily and pressed her fingers to her temple. “Sleep,” she whispered. “I need sleep.”

She straightened.

By the time she opened the stairwell door, Y/N was gone.

Dawn arrived reluctantly. The storm had moved east, leaving the city washed clean and temporarily tender.

Angels gathered above Manhattan. They stood along rooftops, bridges, church spires, and the stone ledges of buildings older than most living memory.

Some watched from the crown of the Chrysler Building. Others lined the arches of Grand Central.

A hundred stood unseen along the terrace of the New York Public Library, their faces turned toward the pale horizon.

Y/N stood atop NewYork-Presbyterian. Steve joined her.

Below, taxis crowded the avenue. Delivery trucks blocked intersections. A man shouted at a cyclist. Somewhere, a bakery opened its doors, sending the scent of bread into the cold morning.

The angels began to listen.

The sunrise carried music.

Not music as humans understood it.

No instruments.

No melody.

It was the sound of light entering the world.

The vibration of the atmosphere.

The turning of the earth.

A chorus older than language.

Y/N had heard it every morning since the first dawn.

Today, she barely noticed.

The hospital doors opened below. Wanda stepped onto the sidewalk.

She had changed into a dark coat, though her scrubs remained beneath it. Her hair was loose around her face. A paper cup warmed one hand, untouched.

Victor followed. He said something Y/N could not hear over the song of morning.

Wanda shook her head.

Victor touched her arm.

She looked at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Y/N looked away.

Steve noticed. “You missed the first note,” he said.

“I have heard it before.”

“That has never mattered.”

Y/N said nothing.

Below, Victor entered a waiting car.

Wanda remained on the sidewalk, she watched it leave then she lifted her face toward the hospital roof.

Toward Y/N.

The distance between them was impossible.

Wanda should not have seen anything. Still, her gaze found the exact place where Y/N stood.

Her expression changed.

Not fear.

Not recognition.

Something softer. Something worse.

Steve turned toward Y/N. “She felt you.”

“No.”

“She did.”

“That is not possible.”

“Many things are impossible until they happen.”

Y/N watched Wanda raise one hand to shield her eyes from the growing light.

For one suspended heartbeat, immortal and human stared across the distance between them.

Then a bus passed.

The moment vanished.

Wanda lowered her hand.

She looked around the sidewalk as though embarrassed by herself. Then she took her first sip of coffee and walked toward the avenue.

Y/N followed her with her eyes until she disappeared into the morning crowd.

The sunrise song swelled around them. Steve stood beside her in silence.

At last, he spoke. “You should be careful.”

Y/N continued staring at the place Wanda had been.

“Of what?”

Steve’s expression held no judgment. Only sorrow.

“Wanting to be seen.”

For the first time in centuries, Y/N did not have an answer.

Far below, hidden among eight million beating hearts, Wanda Maximoff carried the memory of a woman she had never truly seen.

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"She has arrived." FRIDAY says, her voice carrying through the house without urgency.

Tony looks up from the counter. "Already?"

"Yes," FRIDAY replies. "She is currently waiting at the front door."

"I'll get it," you say. You've barely shifted your weight when FRIDAY speaks again.

"For your awareness," he says, "your heart rate has increased by twelve percent over baseline."

You stop for half a second, pressing your lips together as you let the fact settle. Of course it has, this is your home. FRIDAY knows your routines, your anxieties, the way your heart rate shifts about something. The difference between anticipation and fear, between excitement and the kind of tension that sits low in your chest and tightens your breath.

Before you can respond, Tony reaches for you. His hand wraps around yours. He squeezes once, firm enough to remind you that you're not alone in this, that whatever waits on the other side of the door is something you'll face together.

"I've got you," he says quietly, just under his breath. Then, without breaking that connection, he speaks to his invention. "FRIDAY, set the lights to neutral. Increase oxygen levels slightly."

"Already in progress," FRIDAY replies smoothly. "Lighting adjusted to neutral. Oxygen increased by three percent."

You look at Tony and manage a small smile. The kind you only wear for him. He returns it, quick and familiar. His thumb brushing once against your knuckles.

Hand in hand, you walk toward the front door.

And behind stands a woman.

She's slightly taller than you—maybe three inches at most—but it's enough that you notice it immediately, enough to shift the way you hold your shoulders as your gaze lifts to meet hers. Her hair is red in a tight bun. She's wearing what looks like the standard assessor uniform—nothing flashy. A neat pencil skirt, a blue and white top that comes all the way up to her neck, long white socks, and flat shoes that look comfortable enough to stand in for hours. It's practical, almost deliberately plain.

Her eyes move to you first. Not invasive, just simply attentive, like she's already registering details she won't comment on later.

"Hi, I am Wanda. Your assessor." She says.

You feel the moment stretch, your body a half-beat behind your thoughts. You're aware of your heartbeat again, of the careful neutrality of the light behind you, of the fact that this is the first real impression—the one that will quietly color everything that follows.

Before you can speak, Tony shifts beside you.

"Hi," he says, his voice warm but measured. "Welcome. I'm Tony and this is my wife, Y/N." He gestures toward you. "Please, come in."

You step aside and gesture her in and the three of you move through the house together. Wanda follows without hesitation, her attention taking in the room without obvious scrutiny. When you reach the living area, she sets her bag down neatly at her feet and sits, smooth and practiced, as if she's done this countless times before.

You and Tony take the seats across from her. You feel Tony stiffened when he sat straight, he never sat straight, he would always crouch every chance he got. You sit forward just a little, hand on your lap the other taking your husband's.

Wanda doesn't reach for anything when she begins. She simply looks at the two of you for a moment longer than is comfortable.

"So in the next seven days you'll undergo close observation and formal testing to ascertain suitability for parenting. Let's start simply." She says. "How long have you been together?"

You let out a small nervous laugh before you can stop it. Your fingers begin fidgeting against your lap almost instantly, twisting once against the fabric of your sleeve.

Your husband answers first, easy. "Three years." His hand shifts closer until his knuckles brush yours, grounding without making a show of it.

Wanda nods, then turns her attention to you. "And together?"

"Five," you say. Your voice sounds steadier than you feel.

She watches how you answered—not the words, but the timing, the way you look at Tony for confirmation.

"Tell me how you met," Wanda continues.

Tony smiles faintly. "I hired her."

You shoot him a look. "You interviewed me."

"That's what I said," he replies, unapologetic.

"And did that dynamic carry into your relationship?" The woman's question lands more sharply than the tone suggests.

"At first, maybe. But not for long."

"Why not?" Wanda asks.

"Because it wouldn't have worked, if she doesn't have an equal say." Your husband answered for you in which you agreed in your mind.

Wanda doesn't write anything down. She doesn't even shift in her seat. She just watches you for a moment longer than she has before, her attention narrowing until it feels uncomfortably precise.

"You're quiet," she says at last.

The room stills.

"You let him answer for you," Wanda continues, "Is that always your dynamic?"

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. Your thoughts trip over each other. You feel the familiar hitch in your breath, the way words line up faster than you can release them.

"I—" You stop. Start again. "I just—"

Beside you, Tony shifts. You feel the immediate instinct, that reflex. He's about to step in, about to smooth it over and protect you from the silence like he always does.

Before he can, Wanda lifts a hand. "I'm asking her," she says gently.

Tony freezes.

You feel it—the effort it takes for him to stay quiet. His jaw tightens and his mouth closes. He leans back just slightly, hands clasped together, eyes on you instead of Wanda.

The silence stretches.

Your heart pounds. You're painfully aware of every second it takes you to speak, of how exposed it feels to be watched while you gather yourself.

"It's not…always," you manage, the words uneven but real. "He talks faster than I do. I think longer. He just fills the space for me.

Tony's fingers twitch once in his lap but he doesn't interrupt.

"Do you ask him to?" Wanda presses.

"No," you say. "He just…knows."

"And do you want him to stop?" she asks.

The question lands softly—and devastates anyway.

You shake your head. Then add, more carefully, "Not always. But sometimes…I need the space first."

Wanda's gaze flicks briefly to Tony, then back to you. She moves on without another word.

"What scares you about being a parent?"

You knew this was coming. You'd rehearsed answers in your head. Thought you were ready. Still, your mouth feels dry.

"I'm scared I won't know when I'm doing damage," you say after a moment. "That I'll think I'm helping when I'm actually…shaping something that can't be undone."

"And what tells you that's a possibility?" she asks again.

You hesitate. This wasn't in the rehearsal. "Because that's how it happened to me," you admit. "No one meant to hurt me. But they still did."

The silence that follows is uncomfortably heavy.

Wanda shifts slightly, then asks, "What excites you?"

You glance at Tony without thinking. He doesn't speak. He just watches you, steady, letting you answer this one yourself.

"The chance to do it differently," you say quietly. "To give someone safety and love without control. To watch a person become themselves and not feel threatened by it."

"What do you think a child would cost you?"

You blink. "Everything," you say honestly. "Time, energy, parts of myself I'm used to keeping."

"And what would it give you?"

You answer without thinking this time. "Love."

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You'd heard about this part, the intensity and the way it makes you feel smaller and clearer at the same time.

"What would you do for your child?"

"Everything."

Wanda lets the pause stretch just long enough for you to think everything is over. Then she shifts, folding one leg over the other as her questions turn inward.

"Let's talk about health," she says. She asks about sleep first—how many hours, who wakes first, who lies awake longer. Then diet and stress. Tony answers some of it easily, with numbers and habits and half-shrugs. You fill in the gaps when he glosses over things, the quiet ones he forgets count.

Then mental health.

"When one of you isn't well," Wanda asks, "how does the other know?"

You answer that one. Wanda nods slowly, as if placing each answer into an invisible structure.

"How often do you have sex?"

You freeze.

You were just about to look at your husband when he spoke.

"Regularly," Tony answered, easy enough—and then he glances at you, a quick grin flashing across his face. He knows this one isn't yours to answer. You've always been the quieter one when it comes to things like this.

Wanda doesn't react. She simply tilts her head slightly, as if adjusting the lens she's looking through.

"How regular is regular?" she asks. Her eyes never leave yours. It's starting to make you uncomfortable.

You shift slightly on the couch, suddenly hyperaware of everything—your breathing, the warmth gathering in your face, the way Tony's knee is pressed against yours.

Then Tony steps in exactly the way you knew he would.

"Pretty regular," he says lightly. "We're married, not dead."

A quiet, startled laugh slips out of you before you can stop it. He can be sarcastic like that.

Wanda doesn't smile at that. "How many times a week?"

"Oh, well…" his grin tilts sharper for half a second before easing again. "Depends on the week."

"That isn't an answer."

Tony exhales softly through his nose, settling deeper into the couch like he's trying to make the conversation casual through sheer force of will. "Four?" he says. "Sometimes more. Sometimes less if one of us is busy." He finishes lazily.

Wanda nods once. "And who initiates more often?"

You can practically feel the moment he decides this is still his question to handle again.

He also very clearly thinks the question is ridiculous. But somehow, impossibly, he remains behaved. This is a test, he reminded himself.

"Me," he answers without hesitation.

Wanda's gaze finally shifts to him. "Why?"

Tony blinks once like the answer should be obvious.

"Because…" he gestures his left arm vaguely in your direction. "I like my wife?" A beat passes before he adds, completely serious, "And she's beautiful, smart, and hot."

Then you cover your lip with one hand, already mortified. "Tony—"

"What?" he says immediately, turning toward you with genuine confusion. "You are."

"And that's enough reason?" Wanda asks sharply as if you two are forgetting she is there.

Tony looks back at her. "Shouldn't it be?"

You can feel the tension building again beneath Tony's composure now. He is not angry exactly but defensive.

He let out a heavy sigh realizing that the woman was still waiting for his answer. "She works herself into the ground," he starts. "Half the time she forgets what she needs because she's too focused on everyone else. So yeah, sometimes I initiate because she deserves to be wanted before she asks for it."

The room falls quiet again, and this time the heat creeping up your neck has absolutely nothing to do with nerves anymore. Wanda watches you carefully from across the couch, completely composed while you feel like you're actively dissolving into the cushions beneath you.

"Do you achieve a regular climax?" the ask is now directed to you.

Your mind buffered with the question but still you answered. "Y-Yes."

Wanda tilts her head slightly. "You sound unsure."

"Yes," you say in autopilot, "I mean—no. I am sure." You let out an awkward laugh under your breath out of embarrassment.

A quiet little laugh escapes Wanda before she can stop it, soft enough that it almost catches you off guard while she watches you struggle to recover from the question.

And somehow your embarrassment gets worse.

"Wow," he says, placing a hand dramatically against his chest. "You hesitated like I'm not sitting right here."

You immediately turn toward him, horrified. "Tony!"

"What? I'm just saying," he continues, clearly entertained now. "That answer was disrespectful to my entire career."

You just laugh again and when you look straight ahead again, you catch the last trace of Wanda's smile. Beautiful, your mind supplies before you can stop it. You become suddenly aware that you've been staring a fraction too long. You clear your throat softly and glance away. When you look back, Wanda is already watching you again with that same unreadable attentiveness, though something gentler lingers beneath it now.

She rises smoothly from the couch, straightening the sleeves of her uniform. "I think we're done for now," she says. "Shall I check where I'm staying?"

"Yeah, of course." Tony stands immediately.

You guide her through the quieter hallway of the house toward the guest suite prepared for her. Wanda walks beside the two of you calmly, her attention moving across the walls of the room, the lighting, the architecture—taking in everything without ever seeming intrusive.

Wanda sets her bag down near the bed and nods once after checking the whole place. "Thank you. We'll begin medical collection shortly."

The tests are somehow worse than the questions. It was clinical, humiliating, and entirely too personal.

Tony goes first, trying to make light of it the entire time while Wanda records. Then it's your turn.

You swear the embarrassment burns hotter beneath Wanda's quiet observation than the actual procedures themselves. She remains perfectly professional through all of it, calm and composed while you try not to think too hard about the fact that you are peeing with a woman one meter away from you.

After the tests when you finally see your husband, he reaches for your hand. "Well," he murmurs under his breath, "this officially beats every weird thing we've ever survived together."

A small laugh escapes you despite yourself.

"Hey," he says softly.

You look up just as his hand slides around your waist, pulling you gently closer. Your hands settle against his shirt automatically, fingers curling into the fabric as he leans down to kiss you.

Tony's hand cups your jaw briefly, thumb brushing your cheek while you melt into him without thinking. Then his other hand settles at your waist and suddenly the kiss deepens just enough to steal your breath.

Then there's a movement not far behind you. The two of you pull apart at the exact same time.

Wanda stands at the end of the hallway watching the two of you make out. For one horrible second, nobody speaks. Your entire body goes hot with embarrassment.

Tony blinks once. "Jesus Christ—"

"Please," Wanda says evenly from the hallway, "go on."

The words should probably make it better but good Lord they absolutely do not.

You feel your entire face burn as silence crashes down around the hallway. Whatever warmth had existed a second ago evaporates instantly.

Tony stares at Wanda for another beat like he's trying to decide whether to laugh or to kill her from cockblocking him.

"Yep," he says finally. "No, see, now it's weird."

For the first time, Wanda looks genuinely confused by that.

"You are married," she points out calmly.

"That's not the issue," Tony murmurs to himself.

Her gaze shifts between the two of you again, observant as ever. "Then what is? I need to observe every aspect of your relationship."

You clear your throat awkwardly and step forward from Tony, you're aware you have this one covered knowing your husband's patience is coming to its limit.

"We're going to bed," you say while massaging his arm to soothe him.

Wanda nods once, "Good night, then."

"Good night, thank you," you say quickly.

The second Wanda disappears back into her room, you groan softly.

"Oh my God."

Tony, on the other hand, seems like he's about to burst into madness but he is controlling it perfectly.

"Hey, on the bright side," you say, reaching for his hands gently, "at least we know she's thorough."

He shoots you a look. "That is not comforting."

"Sorry, honey." You smile.

Seeing you smile made his anger start to fade, he grinned faintly as he laced his fingers through yours and led you down the hall toward your shared bedroom.

"You okay?"

You nod after a second. "Just…overwhelmed."

His expression softens immediately. "No more assessment tonight. Just us. No more weird shit."

"You know…" you say quietly once the room settles again, "she looks at me a lot."

Tony glances up from where he's taking off his shirt. "What do you mean?"

"She barely even looks at you sometimes. Even when the questions are directed to you." You pull your knees closer against your chest as you sit on the edge of the bed. "It's always me she's watching."

He thinks about it for a second before shrugging lightly. "Maybe she's just looking for your reaction to what I say."

"No," you murmur, shaking your head immediately. "Earlier during the medical tests too, she didn't even come inside while you were taking yours. But with me, she's literally just half meter away while I was peeing."

That finally makes him pause. "Honey…maybe it's because you're both woman?"

You stare at him hard. "But still," you say after a second, frowning slightly. "Privacy, you know?"

Tony huffs a quiet laugh through his nose. "Yeah, okay point on you, honey."

Your shoulders sink again though, anxiety creeping right back in. He notices immediately. Without saying anything else, he gently takes your wrist and pulls you farther onto the bed until you're sitting properly between his legs. His hands settle on your hips, grounding you there while he looks up at you patiently.

"What if she doesn't like me?" you ask suddenly.

Tony's expression softens at once.

"What if there's already a result?" you continue quietly, words spilling faster now. "What if she already decided something the second she walked in? What if we're doing everything wrong and I don't even realize it?"

"Hey." His hands tighten gently. "Look at me."

"I really want this," you whisper.

"I know."

"No, I really want this, Tony." Your voice shakes slightly now. "I want a child. I want a child I can call my own."

His grip tightens gently.

You look at him then, eyes already glassy with worry. "We're good, right?" you ask softly. "We deserve it."

The words come faster after that, like if you stop talking the fear will swallow you whole.

"We're stable. We've done everything they asked." Your fingers twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt. "We would be good parents."

Tony's face changes slowly as he listens not because he disagrees but because he hates hearing you sound like you need to convince someone. Especially him, he is not Wanda. He is not an assessor.

"You don't have to sell me on us," he says quietly.

But you keep going anyway.

"We deserve this," you whisper again, almost like you're trying to make it true by saying it out loud. "Don't we?"

Tony's hands move up to cradle your face immediately.

"Hey." His voice is firmer now, enough to make you really look at him. "There is nobody on this planet more deserving of being a mother than you. You are kind, patient, ridiculously loving, and honestly the only reason this house feels like a home instead of a tech bunker."

A small breath escapes you. Your husband leans closer.

"And if that assessor can't see how incredible you are, then she's bad at her job."

And for the first time that night, the fear in your chest eases just a little.

What you don't know is that the door didn't fully close. Enough for your voices to slip through into the hallway. Wanda came back quietly to lurk on the two of you—it's a part of her job—to hear everything.

She stands there quietly outside your room, she looks back toward the crack in the door. She watches you, the way you fidget his shirt, the way you rests on your husband's lap, the way you lean into him without thinking.

Her jaw tightens faintly; she doesn't know at what.

Carefully, she steps back from the door and walks away down the hallway.

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You wake up early the next morning. Way too early, honestly. Tony's still asleep beside you, face half buried in the pillow, completely unaware that your brain has already been spiraling for the last twenty minutes. You stare at the ceiling for a second before finally getting up.

Because now it feels real. The assessment starts today and you don't know what to expect.

You throw on one of Tony's sweaters and head downstairs, deciding to make breakfast. The kitchen is quiet except for the soft sounds of coffee brewing and the knife against the cutting board while you prepare fruit. You keep catching yourself fixing things that don't need fixing. Straightening plates and wiping already clean counters.

You glance up immediately when you hear footsteps.

Wanda walks into the kitchen looking like she just woke up, hair slightly messy, wearing a dark jacket and loose pants instead of that assessor outfit from yesterday. Somehow she looks softer like this—less intimidating.

"Hi, good morning," your voice comes out all soft and warm without you even thinking about it.

Wanda blinks at you. Her eyes stay on you for a second too long and something about your voice catches her completely off guard. Her chest tightens unexpectedly, heart skipping once before she can control it, it's stupid. Then she just nods once and sits at the table without saying anything. The silence after that feels ridiculously loud.

You suddenly become hyperaware of everything you're doing. The way you move, the way you pour coffee. The fact that she's sitting there watching quietly while you try very hard to act normal.

And the worst part? You can't tell anymore if you're making breakfast because you want to or because you want her to think you'd make a good mother.

Wanda sits quietly at the table while you move around the kitchen making breakfast. You place the bowl of freshly cut fruit in front of her carefully. She watched everything you did, how you glance at her every few seconds like you're trying to figure out what she's thinking.

Then came your husband. You immediately look up toward him and Wanda sees it happen in real time. Your whole face changes.

Your eyes light up before Tony even fully walks into the kitchen. Your shoulders relax instantly, like your body finally stopped being tense the second he appeared.

"Morning, honey," you say softly.

Tony barely even says good morning before walking straight to you, pressing a lazy kiss against your temple while stealing a strawberry from the cutting board.

"Morning, pretty girl."

You laugh quietly and shove at him with your hip while he grins like he's proud of himself.

And Wanda feels something ugly spark low in her chest. Hot and sudden enough that it almost pisses her off. She can't stop staring at the way you look at Tony. And the worst part is realizing she wants that look directed at her too not the nervous smiles you give her because she's the assessor. She doesn't like you being so careful and polite. She sat quietly at the table while you moved around the kitchen finishing up plates and Tony hovered nearby, stealing pieces of fruit and pretending he was helping.

"You know there are easier ways to get attention," you mumble when he steals another strawberry.

Tony grins immediately. "Yeah, but this one gets you to look at me."

You roll your eyes so hard it almost makes him laugh. Then he turns your face slightly toward him and kisses you.

That's when it starts.

SLAM.

The sound cracks through the kitchen hard enough that both you and Tony jump apart immediately. You turn around fast, Wanda is sitting at her chair gripping the bowl of fruit tightly in both hands. And then she slams it against the table again.

You blink in complete shock. "Wanda—?"

She doesn't answer. Her face is tight, jaw clenched, eyes fixed downward at the bowl while she keeps hitting it against the table over and over again. The fruits you prepared for her were flying everywhere.

Tony straightens instantly beside you. The joking mood disappears from his face immediately now that he recognizes what's happening.

Assessment behavior, regression testing. The assessor acting out emotionally the way a difficult child would to test parental responses under stress.

"Wanda," you say again but nothing. She just slams it again.

Your husband has gone quiet behind you now, watching carefully, but before he can say anything you move closer and gently grab Wanda's wrists to stop her from doing it again.

"Wanda, no."

Wanda slowly looks up at you.

"Slamming food around isn't nice," you tell her firmly. "We don't do that."

The whole kitchen goes silent. Even Tony looks a little surprised hearing you sound like that—firm and strict. But what catches you off guard is Wanda's face, her eyes start glossing over.

Your grip on her wrists softens immediately. "Hey…I am not mad," you say softer this time. "Okay?"

For a second, you think she's going to pull away completely or snap again. Instead, she suddenly leans forward—right into you. You let out a tiny sound of surprise when her forehead nudges against your neck, arms stiff at first like she didn't fully mean to do it either. The movement feels awkward and desperate at the same time.

You freeze, eyes immediately flick toward Tony. He's still standing near the counter watching the two of you carefully, he gives you a small nod to go ahead—that you are doing great. And slowly, carefully, you wrap your arms around Wanda.

For a second, Wanda just stays there against you and then suddenly she pulls away so fast it catches you completely off guard. She pushes at your shoulders hard enough to make you stumble back before immediately turning around.

"Wanda—?"

But she's already running straight out of the kitchen like an overstimulated kid.

"You haven't finished your fruits!"

Her footsteps thunder in the hallway.

You just stand there blinking for a second, still trying to process what the hell just happened. Your husband looks equally stunned.

Tony snorts immediately, dragging a hand down his face while trying not to laugh. "She absolutely just toddler-ran away from you."

You cover your mouth, half shocked, half trying not to laugh too. "Should we check on her?" you ask carefully.

Tony sighs dramatically. "See? This is what I mean. You already sound like a parent."

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Having a grown adult act as your child turns out to be way harder and weirder than either you or Tony expected.

Because it's not just the tantrums.

It's everything else.

It's Wanda following you around the house constantly like she's waiting for attention every second of the day. If the two of you are talking too long without including her, suddenly she's there hovering nearby with crossed arms and an annoyed expression. If your husband hugs you for more than ten seconds, Wanda somehow appears out of nowhere looking irritated.

And the messes.

God, the messes.

At one point she leaves half-empty cups everywhere around the tower like she physically does not understand how tables work. You walk into the living room and there's socks on the couch, one shoe near the stairs, and somehow yogurt spilling on the counter that nobody remembers seeing her eat.

Tony stands there staring at the disaster one afternoon looking genuinely exhausted.

"How," he says slowly, "does one person create this much chaos in under twelve hours?"

You're trying not to laugh while picking up Wanda's abandoned sweater from the floor. "This is part of the test too."

"Honey, if it is, I'm failing emotionally."

Then there's the attention thing where Wanda constantly needs attention—your attention. And your husband notices it before you do.

At first he thinks maybe he's imagining it. Wanda's an assessor, after all. Observing you more closely could just mean she's focusing on your emotional responses because you're more expressive than he is.

But then it keeps happening.

If you leave the room, Wanda somehow ends up leaving too a few minutes later. If you're working in the greenhouse, she's suddenly sitting nearby pretending to read while very obviously watching you work. If you're cooking, she appears in the kitchen. If you're folding laundry, Wanda's somehow sitting on the bed looking quietly while you do it.

And the weirdest part? She barely interacts with Tony unless she has to. One afternoon Tony walks into the living room and finds Wanda sitting on the floor beside the couch while you braid little pieces of her hair absentmindedly because she asked if you knew how. The second Tony enters, Wanda visibly shifts away from him—not dramatically but enough that he notices and you don't.

Later that night, after you put Wanda to bed, Tony finally brings it up.

"Honey."

You look up from your book. "Hm?"

"Remember when you brought up that…the assessor was looking at you all the time?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I think she likes you more than me."

You blink immediately. "What?"

Tony flops dramatically onto the bed beside you. "She follows you around like a lost cat."

"She does not."

"She absolutely does." He points toward the door. "Yesterday you went to get water and she appeared in the kitchen thirty seconds later with absolutely no reason to be there."

"She was probably thirsty."

"She was holding an empty mug upside down."

You try not to laugh.

Tony rolls onto his side to look at you properly now. "No, seriously. Have you noticed she barely talks to me unless you're involved in the conversation?"

You think about it for a second. "She's not rude to you though," you say carefully.

"Yes, because she doesn't talk to me at all. Honey, earlier I asked her how she slept and she looked at you before answering."

That actually makes you laugh.

Tony squints at you immediately. "Don't encourage her weird little attachment issues."

"I'm not!"

"You absolutely are. Every time she acts emotionally unstable, you pet her like a nervous rescue animal."

"She likes affection. And hey, don't call her a pet, she's acting as our daughter."

"She likes your affection." He clarified, the teasing in his voice fades slightly after that.

"She's probably attached to me because I'm kind of…her mom right now, you know?" You start rambling a little when he doesn't answer immediately. "I mean—not literally obviously—but here she's acting as the child and I'm the maternal figure, so maybe that's why she follows me around more." You shrug lightly. "Kids usually get more attached to whoever comforts them the most."

"She's emotionally manipulative," Tony insists.

"She's emotional like a kid," you argue back immediately.

"She slammed fruit at us."

"This is just a test, honey." You say as if the entire thing barely bothered you, effectively ending the conversation.

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The next morning begins with FRIDAY announcing a delivery downstairs. Your husband circles it slowly with his coffee.

"There is absolutely no reason a play pen should come in a box this big."

You're already trying not to laugh. Watching Tony Stark get intimidated by toddler furniture is easily one of the funniest things you've ever seen.

"It looked smaller online," you defend weakly.

"Honey, small countries have less infrastructure than this."

Nearby, Wanda watches quietly over the rim of her mug, you made her milk and cookies for breakfast. The atmosphere between all three of you feels different after days have passed—softer somehow.

Tony dramatically slices the box open. The second it falls apart, metal bars, fabric panels, connectors, and approximately a thousand screws spill across the floor.

He freezes. "Why does it have this many parts?"

You unfold the instruction manual and immediately regret it. It looks less like furniture instructions and more like an engineering blueprint.

Tony stares at it in disbelief. "This is not a play pen. This is an exam."

"We're assembling it together," you tell him. "No FRIDAY."

He sighs dramatically and drops to the floor beside the parts. "Fine. Let's start building this child prison unit."

"It's a play pen." You correct him.

"That's exactly what she wants you to think." Your husband whispers to you while secretly looking at your assessor, you gave him a jab before settling beside him.

Wanda quietly observes from a distance. But over time she unconsciously drifts closer—first leaving the armchair for the couch, then eventually ending up on the floor nearby while Tony argues with the instructions.

You hand Tony screws while he assembles panels, leaning against his shoulder to check the instructions while Wanda still watches closely. Every now and then you catch her staring at you absentmindedly whenever you smile or laugh.

Tony notices too—especially when he reaches across you for a screwdriver and Wanda visibly stiffens before relaxing once he pulls away.

It's subtle, but impossible to miss now.

After nearly an hour, Tony finally stands proudly. "There," he declares. "Perfect engineering."

And the entire left side immediately collapses inward with a horrible metallic crash.

Tony stares at the wreckage like he's been personally betrayed. Soon the play pen collapses for the third time, leaving the living room looking like a battlefield of toddler furniture and wounded pride. Tony sits surrounded by screws and metal bars, glaring at the instructions.

"This thing hates me personally," he mutters.

"You attached the panels backwards."

"They should've adapted."

"Honey, that's not how engineering works."

"Says who?"

"The laws of physics?"

Tony opens his mouth to argue, but stops the second you lean closer to fix one of the connectors. His whole expression softens immediately when you smile at him, you are so calm and patient. And that smile of yours? That's his weakness.

Wanda notices that. She's been noticing it all morning. At first she tried ignoring it. Then she tried focusing on the assessment. She even tried helping with the play pen for about four minutes before Tony accidentally called her "kiddo" and irritated her again.

Now she's sitting nearby watching the two of you together while something hot and restless twists in her chest every time your attention drifts back to Tony.

Before either of you can react, Wanda suddenly gets up, walks over, and drops down beside you—resting her head directly in your lap.

You freeze and Wanda doesn't look embarrassed at all. She just curls slightly against your side, staring at the broken play pen with the most exhausted expression imaginable.

"Hungry," she mutters.

The silence afterward is deafening. Then she nudges closer against your stomach like an upset child refusing to ask for comfort properly.

"I'm hungry, mommy," she repeats quieter this time.

Without even realizing it, your fingers start moving gently through her hair.

"Okay, sweetheart," you say softly, brushing hair away from Wanda's face. "I'll make food." The words come out so naturally you don't even think about them.

You guide Wanda up gently by the wrist and she follows without resistance, looking at you like she's waiting for something more than instructions.

"I'll be in the kitchen," you call to Tony while leading her out.

Tony looks up from the destroyed play pen parts scattered everywhere. He watches the two of you for a second too long.

"Yeah," he says slowly. "Okay."

You don't notice the tone since you're already focused on Wanda.

But Tony stays sitting there after you leave, staring at the empty space where you both were. Something about this suddenly feels off to him. Just this small, uncomfortable feeling in the back of his head that he can't quite name yet. He glances toward the kitchen doorway where you disappeared. He can still hear your voice faintly in there, calm and easy, talking to her like it's nothing. Wanda's answering too, quieter, more contained, like she only needs to be loud or difficult when she's not with you.

"It's just her job," he mutters to himself, like he's trying to convince his own brain.

But even as he says it, he's not fully buying it anymore. Because whatever is going on doesn't feel like assessment behavior alone.

And the worst part is, he can't exactly point to why it feels personal.

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You're up early the next morning, already settled into a routine that feels dangerously domestic. Pancakes cook on the stove while you cut fruit into neat little pieces for Wanda without even thinking about it anymore. Tony's coffee is already brewing behind you, exactly how he likes it, strong and slightly too bitter for normal people.

It feels…domestic in a way that's starting to feel too normal.

You're reaching for another plate when arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind.

Warm weight presses against your back. A face nuzzles lightly into your neck. You smile instantly, already assuming it's Tony. He does this all the time when he's half awake and clingy in the mornings.

"Good morning to you too," you murmur with a laugh, still slicing fruit.

The arms tighten slightly around your stomach. You lean back into it automatically.

"Coffee's almost ready," you say softly.

You feel a warm, hard bulge press firm against the curve of your ass through your thin sleep shorts. You huff a soft laugh and grind back playfully against it, the hands splayed wide on your hips suddenly tighten their grip, fingers digging in just a little harder. Wanda's still asleep, you think, so you and Tony could squeeze in a little quickie before she wakes up. You were about to tilt your head back to turn for a kiss only to see a pair of bright green orbs meet your gaze, warm and hungry. You jump back hard, your elbow knocking a fruit bowl on the counter.

It's Wanda.

You immediately pull away. "Wanda—!"

"Hi, mommy," she says casually, almost confused by your reaction.

For a second she just stares at you, hands hovering awkwardly in the air after being pushed away.

You gulp hard and you drag your gaze slowly down from her face to her pajamas. You swear you felt a hard bulge pressed firm against your ass seconds ago. But you just convinced yourself that maybe it's just the way her shirt is slightly tucked in inside her pants. Or maybe you were just freaking horny that you felt ashamed.

You force yourself to breathe. "Hi," you say shakily. "I'm sorry—I thought it was your dad."

She stares at you for a second too long, jaw tightening slightly while her gaze flicks toward the hallway behind you like she suddenly hates the fact Tony exists somewhere in the house at all.

You didn't notice it, of course you wouldn't. "Okay," you murmur softly as you pull back. "Come on."

You guide her gently toward the dining table by the wrist, trying to act normal even though your heart is still racing. Wanda sits without complaint while you return to the counter, keeping your hands busy like that'll somehow steady you again.

Breakfast is already halfway through when Tony finally wakes up.

"So, our friends are coming over later."

You pause mid-cutting your fruit and look at him. "Tonight?"

"Yeah," he shrugs. "Just the gang."

Tony glances at Wanda, then leans back slightly in his chair.

"And Wanda," he adds, tone lighter but clearly intentional, "you can behave, right?" He stopped adding some pet names because he realizes that it just makes her act up, only you can do that.

Wanda doesn't look up and just keeps eating. Like she either didn't hear him or decided she didn't need to answer.

Your husband waits a beat. Then another. "That's not exactly reassuring," he mutters under his breath, mostly to you.

You feel him getting frustrated so you try diverting the atmosphere, "So Steve, Bucky, and Clint, right?"

By the time the conversation really starts to heat up, you've already moved to the bedroom.

"So Pepper's coming too?" you asked very seriously.

Tony looks up like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Yeah."

Your brows lift immediately. "I thought you cut off Pepper."

Tony exhales, already sensing where this is going. "We didn't cut her off. We just—"

"No, I cut her off. I stopped talking to her," you cut in.

"We took space."

"Wow, a fucking space? After you fucked each other behind my back?" you say flatly and straight up.

Tony groans, dragging a hand down his face. "It's been so long, Y/N why do you keep bringing it up!"

You don't answer immediately because there's nothing new to say anymore.

You've had this conversation too many times already. You've told him exactly why it still hurts. And every single time, it ends the same way—him calling it a mistake, saying it only happened once, reminding you that you're the one he married.

Like that's supposed to erase what it did to you? Like betrayal becomes smaller just because he chose to stay afterward?

And the way he talks about it now, so casually—so carefully reasonable. Making you look as the irrational one for still carrying it when he's already decided it's in the past.

You just look at him for a second, completely still with nothingness.

Wanda moves quickly the moment she hears your bedroom door open again. She steps out a few paces from your door like she was just passing by, not standing there and literally eavesdropping on your argument—just casually existing in the right place at the right time.

The moment you see her, your expression softens immediately. Whatever heaviness was sitting on your shoulders a second ago dulls just enough when your attention lands on her instead.

"Hey," you say quietly.

"Hi, mommy," Wanda smiles, hoping she would see you smile as well.

"Do you want to help me cook?"

Something shifts in Wanda instantly. She'd been waiting for that exact kind of attention without knowing how to ask for it herself. She nods once, her smile widening softly.

By the time the front door chimes and FRIDAY announces your guests have arrived, the entire house smells like food.

Steve is the first one through the door, and the moment you see him, you smile automatically. "Hey, Steve," you say softly, stepping forward to hug him briefly.

"Good to see you," he replies warmly, squeezing your shoulder once before pulling back.

Bucky comes in right after him, quieter but just as familiar.

"Hi, Bucky," you greet with an easy smile, and he gives you one of his small rare smiles back.

"Hey, doll," he says softly.

"Okay, I better see snacks or I'm leaving," Clint announces immediately, and before you can even respond he's already pulling you into a hug. You laugh into it, arms wrapping around him just as easily as always.

"Hi to you too," you mumble.

Behind him is Nathaniel, a little older now but still clearly Clint's kid in the way he walks in looking curious and slightly chaotic. You crouch a little to greet him properly, smiling. "Hey, Natty boy," you say, and he grins back at you, already looking around like he's planning something.

"Is there still that room with the weird training stuff?" he asks immediately.

Clint groans. "Please don't encourage him."

You laugh, standing back up just as the last person walks in.

Pepper.

The energy shifts slightly the moment you see her.

You feel that small tightening in your chest that you can't quite ignore. You straighten a little anyway, polite instinct taking over.

"Hey," you say.

Pepper smiles. "Hi."

And that's it.

Behind you, Tony moves in smoothly, greeting everyone like there's no tension in the air at all, pulling Steve and Bucky into conversation, clapping Clint on the shoulder, immediately slipping into host mode like he wasn't just arguing with you earlier in the bedroom.

And then Pepper.

Your husband's posture shifts slightly when he sees her. He was very careful.

"Pepper," he says.

"Tony," she replies just as evenly.

There's a beat where they just look at each other. Not long enough for anyone else to comment on it. But long enough for you to feel it and then it's over.

"Glad you could make it," Tony adds smoothly, already shifting his attention to the next person in the room.

"Of course," Pepper says.

Tony turns slightly like he's about to call you over, say something casual, include you in the flow of the group again. But you don't wait for it. You just step back a little instead, turning away from the cluster of people and heading toward the kitchen like it's the most natural thing in the world to do.

Everyone's finally settled in the living room now. The usual chaos of arrivals has softened into background noise—Steve and Bucky talking on one side, Clint already halfway through whatever food he managed to steal from the kitchen, Nathaniel wandering around like he's inspecting the place, and Pepper sitting a little more reserved near the edge of the group, polite smile on but not really inserting herself into anything yet.

Tony is in the middle of it all, as usual, switching between conversations like it's second nature. You're sitting on a couch just watching everyone exist in the same space, trying to mentally keep track of everything still left to do.

Then Wanda appears.

She doesn't announce herself or anything. Just steps into the living room, eyes scanning the room slowly. There's a brief pause in conversation when your friends notice her.

You straighten slightly without thinking and step forward a bit.

"Oh—yeah," you say, voice a little lighter as you gesture toward her. "Guys, this is Wanda, our assessor."

Steve nods first, polite as always. "Hey."

Bucky gives her a short, quiet look of acknowledgment. Clint pauses mid-bite like he's trying to decide if this is a new threat or not. Pepper just watches carefully and smiles.

Wanda just takes a step further into the room, eyes moving briefly across each person before landing back on you for a second too long. Then she gives you a small, polite smile.

You smile at her automatically, soft and familiar that it has become second nature now. Behind you, the conversations pick up again slowly, people adjusting to her presence.

She quietly settles beside you on the couch, close enough that her knee brushes yours. Honestly, it feels easier and safer this way. You already have a plate ready for her before she even sits down, and without really thinking about it, you slip right back into taking care of her automatically. You pull her water closer when she doesn't reach for it herself, fix the napkin on her lap after it slips, feed her bites between conversations when she gets distracted looking around the room.

It's become disturbingly natural now.

Across the room, Steve watches the whole thing with slightly raised brows while Clint mutters something under his breath to Bucky about how you've fully entered "mom mode." Tony only shakes his head with a tired little smile, though there's something more thoughtful underneath it now whenever he watches how attached Wanda has become to you.

Then you notice Wanda staring at your drink.

Her eyes stay fixed on the wine glass in your hand while you continue half-listening to Steve talking about something across the room. Earlier, when she asked what it was, you'd casually lied and said it was juice. Apparently that was a mistake.

Wanda lightly tugs at your sleeve.

You look down immediately. "Hm?"

Her eyes flick toward your glass again. "Mommy, can I have your juice?"

"Oh no, baby," you say quickly, gently moving the wine glass farther away from her reach. "This one's only for mommies."

Wanda blinks slowly. "Because it's special juice?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, mommy needs this juice to survive tonight."

She surprisingly didn't push after that. But then she stands up and suddenly starts walking around.

You call for her. "Wanda?"

She keeps going, slow and casual. She circles the coffee table once, still munching her food as she moves. You stare for a second, before getting up as well.

"Hey, sweetheart, come sit back down," you call, voice gentle but confused.

Tony looks over from across the room, already noticing the shift. "Is she…doing laps?"

You ignored him and Tony took that as a sign that you're still mad at him.

She turns slightly and glances at you, but then continues walking again like she heard you but decided it wasn't relevant.

That's when it fully turns into chaos.

Because now you're following her around the living room, still trying to feed her, still calling her name in this irritating tone while she just keeps moving—around Steve's chair, past Clint's feet, behind the couch, completely unbothered. At one point she even slows down just enough for you to catch up, take another bite from the spoon you are holding, and then immediately starts walking again.

"Man, I didn't know that this assessment shit is hard but I think you should help your wife." Steve says to Tony, taking pity on how you have been trying to catch Wanda.

"Okay," you say softly, trying to keep your tone calm even though you're very aware that your friends are watching this unfold. "Wanda, come back."

All of a sudden Bucky steps into Wanda's path near the hallway, blocking her next lap around.

"Hey," he says evenly, crouching slightly so he's more in her line of sight. "Listen to your mom, alright? Sit down and eat."

Wanda just stared at him very hard before shoving him. Bucky stumbles backward from the unexpected force and the side of Wanda's head clips sharply against his mouth as she jerks away from him at the same time.

"Shit—"

Bucky immediately grabs his lip, stepping back as the metallic scent of blood hits the air almost instantly.

"Buck…"

The bowl in your hands is forgotten instantly as you rush toward him. Bucky's already pressing the back of his hand against his mouth.

"Let me see," you say quickly, gently pulling his hand away from his lip.

There's a small split at the corner, already bruising dark around the edge, a thin streak of blood against his skin. Not serious for someone like Bucky, probably gone in a day for him, but the sight still makes your chest tighten anyway.

"Oh my God," you murmur softly. "I'm so sorry."

Bucky shakes his head immediately. "Hey, it's okay," he says, voice calmer, "I'm fine, doll don't worry."

But you're already fussing over him instinctively, brows pulled together with genuine guilt, completely focused on him for the moment.

There was never actually anything between you two. Never crossed lines, no betrayal. But years ago, before you and Tony got married, before everything settled into what it is now, Bucky had admitted once—quietly, honestly—that he had feelings for you.

He never pushed after that. Never made it weird, never tried to come between you and Tony.

But sometimes, in moments like this, there are still traces of it in the way he looks at you when you're worried about him.

"You're bleeding," you whisper, clearly upset.

Bucky gives a tiny smile despite the cut. "Pretty sure I've survived worse than an angry girl with a spoon."

Normally that would make you laugh. But now you're just ashamed of what just happened.

And Wanda—the suspect—is staring completely still in the kitchen doorway. Watching your hands on Bucky's face. Watching the way your friend is looking at you back and his hands unintentionally settling on your hips. Her expression doesn't change much outwardly, but her eyes do. Something ugly twists sharply in her chest—jealousy hits so hard it almost feels physical.

And Tony notices that, too. Because while everyone else is focused on Bucky's split lip, Tony catches the look on Bucky's face first. And suddenly he feels it as well. Not jealousy exactly, it is something more complicated—threat.

Because he remembers. Of course he remembers.

Bucky admitting that he had feelings for you for years had nearly destroyed him at the time. Because he can still remember it clearly as the day that Bucky was the man your family had wished you'd ended up with, especially after he cheated and you still chose to take him back despite everyone telling you he didn't deserve a second chance. And now, watching you run toward him gets under his skin immediately.

Tony moves before he can think too much about it.

"I got it," he says suddenly, already grabbing your arm.

You yanked your arm away that even Bucky was stunned. Tony just steps in close, like he's taking over the situation now, but the second your eyes meet his, something inside you hardens again.

You just remember the bedroom argument—Pepper and everything unresolved sitting between you two.

Your attention goes right back to Bucky. "I'm really sorry," you whisper again, still guilty, "I will get you an ice pack."

Bucky gives you that same soft look despite the bruise forming on his lip that looked like he got into a bar fight.

"It's okay, doll, thank you," he murmurs quietly.

The petname lands badly in the room. Tony's jaw tightens almost instantly. Everyone notices but you barely react because your brain has already moved to Wanda.

After getting some ice pack and handing it to Buck, you immediately find Wanda in the living room. She's beside Pepper again. She is not just sitting near her—pressed against her side so closely that Pepper is practically leaning away without trying to make it obvious. Wanda's shoulder keeps bumping into her arm every few seconds, her knee pushed against the woman's leg.

Pepper looks up the second she notices you looking and the relief in her expression is immediate. Because she's been trying to tolerate this on her own while the rest of the room awkwardly pretended not to stare.

"She came back," Pepper says carefully, trying to keep her voice even. "I thought she finally…behaved."

You're already walking toward them before she finishes talking.

"Wanda," you call gently, trying not to sound frustrated even though you can feel exhaustion starting to sit heavy in your bones now.

Wanda doesn't answer.

She just keeps staring down at her plate for a second too long. Then suddenly—she drags the spoon harshly across it. Food splatters immediately. A wet smear landing across Pepper's sleeve and lap.

She jerks back with a startled sound. "Fuck—"

But before anyone can react properly, Wanda does it again. This time it was worse. Her hand pushes directly into the food, shoving fruit and sauce over the edge of the plate carelessly until it spills across Pepper's clothes, the couch, even onto the floor.

Steve and Clint look genuinely shocked.

Tony's already walking again from across the room, tension written all over his face now.

"Wanda," you say more firmly now, stepping directly in front of her. "Enough."

That finally makes her pause.

"Okay—no, this is getting out of hand!" Pepper interrupts, shifting forward as she brushes food off her sleeve. "I don't know what this is supposed to be, but this is not—this is not acceptable behavior."

But you barely even hear her anymore because your attention is completely on Wanda. Your hand clamped around Wanda's wrist before she could even move away. You grabbed a napkin and wiped sauce from the corner of Wanda's mouth yourself, then cleared every dish off her lap in one swift motion.

Pepper kept yelling but it blurred into background noise until finally, your patience snapped.

"You're never gonna be a fit mom!"

Maybe it was the wine sitting warm in your system making your patience thinner than usual or the years of resentment toward this woman who'd inserted herself between you and your husband. Or maybe…it was the phrase that she just said a couple of seconds ago. Your palm connected sharply across Pepper's face—the sound cracking through the living room.

Her hand flew to her stinging cheek. Her eyes wide with shock, then burning with rage—locked onto you.

"Y/N!" Tony shouted, at first you thought he was gonna run towards you but instead she ran towards Pepper.

A small smirk slowly pulled at your lips then. You gave this tiny nod to yourself, eyes lingering on the two of them. Without another glance at them, at Pepper—who was still shouting behind you now, voice cracking into something almost hysterical—or at Tony whose face had gone completely pale, you tightened your grip around Wanda's wrist and walked straight out of the living room.

The hallway upstairs felt colder somehow, quieter, the muffled chaos downstairs fading the further you pulled Wanda away from it. Your heels hit hard against the floor while she followed silently behind you, allowing herself to be dragged.

"What you did wasn't nice," you suddenly snap the second you reach the hallway corner, finally turning toward her. Your voice comes out sharper than intended, strained and uneven from alcohol, anger, and frustration all mixing together into one ugly mess inside your chest.

Wanda says nothing, she just looks at you.

"You hurt my friend," you continue immediately, words starting to tumble out faster now. "You pushed Buck, you threw food everywhere, you kept acting out and everyone was trying so hard to be patient with you—"

Your breathing shakes.

"And Pepper—God, Wanda, what was that downstairs?"

The irony of that question hits somewhere in the back of your mind considering you were the one who slapped Pepper in the end, but your emotions are too tangled right now to process your own guilt properly.

Maybe it's the wine talking.

Maybe it's heartbreak.

Maybe it's the fact that your entire marriage feels like it's cracking apart underneath your feet tonight and Wanda somehow became the easiest target to pour all that hurt onto.

"You can't just ruin everything whenever you're upset," you ramble on, voice quieter now but more emotional. "People get hurt. People get uncomfortable. And I'm trying so hard to help you and understand you but you keep—"

Her eyes stay fixed on your face while tears gather helplessly in your eyes again, your hand violently wrapped around her wrist.

"You're hurting me."

The words immediately snap you back to reality.

"Oh my God," the faint scent of wine clings to your breath and your skin when you speak, subtle but noticeable enough this close. "Baby, I'm sorry."

You immediately pull her into your arms before thinking too hard about it, hugging her tightly against your chest. The second your arms wrap around her, Wanda melts into you almost instantly, like she'd been manipulating you to do exactly that. Even though she wasn't really hurt.

"I'm sorry," your voice shakes, tears threatening against your eyes. You are drunk, emotional and exhausted and barely holding yourself together anymore. "Tonight's just…bad. Okay? Mommy's just having a bad night."

Her arms slowly slide around your waist beneath the embrace, holding onto you quietly while you continue rubbing her back like you're trying to comfort both of you at once.

"Come on," you whisper gently.

You slowly guide her down the hallway toward her room. The moment you step inside, you close the door behind you with a soft click. You immediately turn away from Wanda and head toward the dresser to somewhat avoid her, you feel ashamed and guilty for pouring your anger out on her.

Your fingers fumbled slightly against the drawer handle as you pulled it open harder than intended. Your movements feel slower now, heavier somehow, and you suddenly realize just how much the alcohol has settled into your system.

But still you kept moving.

Back to the bathroom. Open the dresser. Grab clothes. Back to the bedroom. Towel. Pajamas. Watergun toys, is that even needed? You pace around like if you stop for even one second, everything from tonight is going to hit you all at once.

"The bathtub's done," you say shakily, embarrassed as you rub tiredly at your forehead. "You can go in now, sweetie."

"Will you come too?"

For a second you genuinely don't understand the question.

Your brain feels slow now, the alcohol humming through your system only makes the numbness worse, wrapping everything in this warm hazy fog that keeps pulling you away from reality every few seconds. You stare at Wanda while confusion twists inside your chest again.

Is this still part of the test?

"Mommy?" The sound of Wanda's voice pulls you back immediately.

You blink hard and finally look at her.

Of course it is. You need to bathe your child.

"Yeah, sure sweetie, of course."

When you finally stepped into the bathroom again, Wanda was already sitting inside the bathtub, water high against her chest while steam curled softly around her.

You carefully stepped closer, but the second your foot hit the wet tile, you almost slipped.

"Whoa—"

Wanda caught you immediately.

Her hands grabbed your arm from inside the tub to steady you. The sudden contact made you flinch automatically again, your whole body tensing for half a second before you caught yourself.

And Wanda felt it.

You laughed nervously, "Sorry," you mumbled softly.

Still holding your arms carefully, Wanda guided you closer until you finally sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

And somehow your heart is beating faster than it was. Your fingers tightened unconsciously around the edge of the bathtub while Wanda stayed close between your knees in the water, eyes fixed on your face.

Then suddenly, her hands pressed lightly against your legs.

You almost shrieked just as Wanda gently pushed your knees farther apart. She looked up at you quietly before settling there between your legs in the warm water, resting her cheek against your thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath caught awkwardly in your throat at the position. So just to distract yourself you quickly reached for the shampoo bottle sitting nearby. You poured some shampoo into your palm before gently working it into Wanda's damp red hair, fingers moving carefully through the strands.

Wanda stayed quiet while you worked the shampoo slowly through her hair, warm water shifting softly around her in the tub. Your fingers moved lazily now, slower from the wine and exhaustion settling deeper into your body.

Then you felt her fingertips tracing absent little patterns against your thigh underneath the water.

After a long silence, she spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, mommy."

Your fingers paused briefly in her hair. "Hm?"

"The way I acted earlier." Her voice was quieter now, almost sulking. "With your friend."

You blinked down at her. For a second you almost forgot what she meant until Bucky flashed back into your head.

Wanda's fingers slowed against your thigh. "He just keeps touching you," she muttered softly. "And he calls you doll."

"What?" The wine in your system made an incredulous little giggle slip out of you before you could stop it. You shook your head a little while your fingers continued slowly working through her hair. "Baby, Bucky's my friend."

Wanda didn't laugh with you.

"You ran to him," she muttered after a second, almost sulking now. "And he touches you a lot, mommy."

Your smile weakened slightly at that. "Because he got hurt," you explained tiredly. "You pushed him pretty hard, sweetheart."

Her jaw tightened just slightly.

"But you always tense when I touch you."

The alcohol buzzing through your head made your reaction slower and another disbelieving little laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

Because suddenly the way she was looking at you didn't feel childish anymore. It didn't feel playful either.

"I...I'm just stressed," you whispered, lips trembling. "I'm sorry."

Wanda carefully climbed onto her knees on the porcelain tub so she could look at you properly. Her hands rested lightly against your legs to steady herself.

"Do you want to destress, mommy?"

The bathroom light gilds the soft edges of Wanda's hair where she kneels between your thighs. Your wine-warmed breath comes fast, gaze darting from her wide dark eyes down to her full, waiting lips. You swallow hard before you speak, voice thin and already giving out.

"Is…is this still just part of the test?"

"Whatever you want this to be…mommy."

Every instinct you have screams it at you. The assessment. The role you've been playing and the role Wanda has been playing. The way Wanda looks at you and the way you've started looking back. Somewhere along the way, the lines became so blurred that you stopped seeing where they were.

You were supposed to be proving you could build a family, that you're capable of taking care of a child. Now, you're losing yourself in the process.

Her lips seal over yours before you can answer, one palm sliding up to cup your breast through your dress, the other working open the buttons down your front slowly. She pushes your open dress back to bare your skin to the warm bathroom air, her mouth closing soft around one nipple while her hand kneads the other. Her full breasts press warm against your lower stomach as she leans in, sucking gentle, the quiet hum of her pleasure vibrating through your chest.

Your head falls back against the tiled wall, a soft, breathy moan spilling from your lips before you can bite it back.

She now shuffles lower and locks your legs separately between her arms. Her dark eyes lock on yours, hot and hungry, before she goes down and licks a slow, broad stroke up against your pussy.

Your back arches off the wall, a sharp shriek tearing out of you.

"Wanda!"

Her fingers dig soft into the flesh of your thighs to hold you open, mouth working slow and hungry against you. She flicks her tongue over your sensitive pussy in steady circles, groaning soft against your skin when your hands tangle tight in her hair, your hips jerking up against her face unbidden.

The stray thought nips at the edge of your fuzzy, pleasure-drunk brain, but it dissolves the second she sucks harder and harder. All you can hold onto is the heat coiling in your gut, the way your assessor feels between your legs, the assessment completely forgotten under the wave of what she's doing to you.

One minute you're braced against the cool porcelain tub, the next you're sinking into a soft mattress and warm sheets. Wanda's all over you, breaths hot against your face, every hard thrust forcing your cunt to clench tight around something you couldn't identify.

Your tits bounces as she fucks you, soft flesh jiggling with every move. She drops her mouth to suck a dark mark over your nipple, groaning low when you arch up into her, your hands tightening in her messy hair.

"You deserve this. You deserve to have a child of your own. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their mother."

All you can do is gasp out broken moans, her name and soft yeses tumbling out over and over, no matter what she says.

"And I get to be your little one first, don't I, mommy? Get to make you feel how good I can be for you."

She nips at the supple skin of your chest all the way to the base of your throat, voice rough and hungry.

The tight knot in your belly snaps a second later, white hot pleasure crashing over you so hard your vision whites out. The last thing you feel before you go limp and completely pass out is warm, thick liquid flooding deep inside you.

For a long moment, Wanda simply watches.

The room is dark, quiet except for the steady rhythm of your breathing. You look peaceful for the first time after everything that happened, completely unaware of the thoughts moving behind her eyes.

A strange smile slowly appears on her face. A certain kind of smile.

For the entire duration of the assessment, you had been nothing but sweet, patient, and understanding. You comforted her after every outburst. Wrapped your arms around her when she was upset. Spent your energy making sure she was okay while your own world was quietly falling apart around you. And somehow, no matter how exhausted or heartbroken you became, you never stopped taking care of her.

Because that's what every mothers do.

You spoke gently when she was difficult, stayed calm when she was disruptive, and offered comfort when it would have been easier to walk away. Even on the days when she pushed boundaries or when she made your life harder. Wanda tested every ounce of your self-control and you never truly gave up on her.

Just now.

"You really would do everything for your child," she whispers. "You don't even realize you're doing it already."

Her fingers brush a strand of hair from your face.

"You're going to be such a good mom."

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You blink awake to the dull ache of numbness crawling up your forearm, the weight of something warm pressing down on it through the sheets. When you turned your head, your eyes widened as you stared at Wanda whose arms wrapped around your waist, your brain scrambling to remember how the hell you'd ended up here—nothing. Just a headache, a few blurry flashes from last night, and a growing sense of panic.

The last thing you can remember is…

Is…

What was the last thing you did last night?

You slipped out of the bed carefully, making sure not to wake Wanda. She was still asleep, curled beneath the blankets. You watched her for a moment before quietly leaving and made your way to your room. When you pushed open the door the first thing you noticed was that Tony wasn't there where you expected him—the bed was untouched on one side. No sign he'd slept there at all. Your stomach tightened, but you forced yourself not to think about it. You moved toward the dresser, grabbing a fresh set of clothes before catching sight of yourself in the mirror.

You froze.

Just above your chest was a faint mark you didn't remember getting.

"What the hell?" you muttered.

Your fingers brushed over it instinctively. The second you did, something flashed through your mind—a fragment of a memory.

Warm water.

A voice.

A hand reaching toward you.

Then it was gone so fast you almost convinced yourself you only imagined it.

You immediately shoved the thought away and got dressed as quickly as you could. Whatever this is—it could all wait. Right now, you need to find your husband. The absence from his side of the bed was already making your stomach twist.

The moment you step downstairs, you are welcomed by a disaster. Dirty plates were still scattered around the living room and dining area, half-finished drinks abandoned on tables, remnants of last night's chaos left exactly where they had fallen. Nobody even had cleaned a thing.

Then your eyes landed on the kitchen counter.

Two glasses of wine.

You found yourself walking toward them before you could think better of it. One sat beside the other. Slowly, you picked one up. The second your eyes caught the faint lipstick stain smeared across the rim, something inside you dropped.

"Tony?" you called out as you stepped away from the counter, but still no answer came.

The silence felt heavier than it should have. Swallowing hard, you glanced around.

"FRIDAY, where's Tony?"

There was a brief pause before your husband's invention answered calmly.

"Tony departed at 11:43 PM last night. He accompanied Ms. Potts to take her home."

The thought hit you so hard you had to grip the counter.

A bitter laugh escaped you.

Instead of checking on his wife, he went with Pepper. The same woman who had already caused enough damage to your relationship. The same woman he once cheated on you with. Out of everyone in the house, that was the person he chose to accompany.

And what were you supposed to think about that? That it was innocent? That he was just being nice? That he somehow didn't realize how bad it looked?

You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. God, you always did. But standing there with the wine glass and the lipstick stain staring back at you, all you could think was that when you needed him most, Tony had chosen someone else.

Again.

For a second, you just stood there staring at nothing. It felt like everything was falling apart all over again.

You and Tony, the assessment—the future you had been fighting for. The dream of finally having a child with your husband after years of waiting, years of defending and choosing him, years of trying to build something stable enough to bring a family into. It suddenly felt like someone had grabbed that future and started tearing pieces off it right in front of you.

You pressed both hands against the counter as you tried to breathe. But the harder you tried to hold yourself together, the worse it got. Because you had done everything right? Every-fucking-thing.

A broken laugh escaped you before turning into a sob.

You could feel it building now. That horrible pressure in your chest. Your hands were shaking and your breathing was uneven. You were seconds away from crashing out right there in the kitchen but when you looked up you saw Wanda standing at the doorway. You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, your voice cracking.

"Are we both needed to withdraw from the assessment?"

The assessment itself had been hard. God, it has been hard. It tested your patience, your marriage, your ability to keep going even when you felt like falling apart. You had poured so much of yourself into it because you wanted that future so badly. You wanted the child at the end of it. You wanted the family. But ending it? Ending it took less than five minutes. Somehow, that hurt more than anything else.

You sat across from Wanda in complete silence, the screen glowing in her hands as she handed it to you. Your eyes barely focused on the final confirmation prompt as your hand hovered over the screen. Wanda didn't say a word, she just watched. The room felt strangely still as you took a shaky breath and clicked CONFIRM. Just like that, it was over.

Wanda stared at the darkened screen for a long moment after you clicked the final confirmation.

"The assessment is over."

You nodded and didn't say a word.

Wanda watched you carefully. She looked down for a moment before nodding slowly. "I should probably start packing my things now."

This wasn't how Wanda imagined things would go. The assessment wasn't supposed to end this early and you definitely weren't supposed to be pulling the plug on it. Everything had gotten messy way too fast. Tony, Pepper, the withdrawal—none of it was part of the timeline she had in mind, well maybe Tony and Pepper was. But as disappointing as it was to see everything cut short, Wanda couldn't bring herself to be too upset about it. Because at the end of the day, the important part was already done. Whatever she needed to happen had already happened. The rest would unfold on its own.

Wanda quietly started packing her things upstairs while you stood in the kitchen feeling completely lost on what to do next. There were bigger problems waiting for you—Tony, your marriage, the assessment you had just ended, the fact that you will never ever have a child—but somehow your mind kept drifting back to the fact that Wanda was leaving. Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, you'd grown attached to her. You felt like you and Wanda had connected in a way you hadn't expected, and now the thought of never seeing her again felt heavier than it probably should have.

You knew you should probably be downstairs cleaning up the disaster left behind from last night but instead, you found yourself lingering in Wanda's doorway before quietly offering to help her with her stuff. It was a simple excuse and you both probably knew it. The truth was you weren't ready for her to leave yet. You feel like there was still so much unresolved between the two of you or maybe you're just assuming.

You reminded yourself that she was a professional. An assessor—this was her job. Everything that happened here was part of the assessment, part of a process she'd probably gone through dozens of times with other candidates before you. The connection you felt, the attachment, the comfort of having her around—it wasn't supposed to mean anything beyond that.

"Mrs. Stark, it's fine," Wanda said quietly, reaching for the shirt you were already folding.

"You're too formal," you said with a nervous little laugh, shaking your head as you continued folding one of her shirts.

Wanda paused what she was doing and looked up at you.

"Do you prefer when I call you mommy?"

Your fingers fumble the shirt you're holding, heat creeping up your neck fast, and Wanda just watches you, quiet and patient, her dark eyes soft but unblinking, waiting for your answer. You are suddenly very interested in organizing the contents of her bag.

"You would've been a good mom." She said all of a sudden.

The words almost broke you.

You laughed once, shakily, looking away before the tears could start again. "Doesn't really matter now, does it?"

Wanda wasn't supposed to do this. Once the assessment ended or withdrawn, assessors were meant to remain professional, detached, and impartial. They observed, recorded, and delivered results—that was all. Comforting candidates wasn't part of the job description. Getting emotionally involved certainly wasn't. Yet as she sat across from you, she found herself doing exactly what she was never supposed to do.

"You'd still be a good mom." Wanda said quietly, and although something about the way she said it felt strange, you were too exhausted and heartbroken to think much of it, brushing the comment aside without realizing what she actually meant.

Because even now, with everything seemingly falling apart, Wanda knew things were moving exactly where she wanted them to go.

Like how she set the black silicone peeking out of her open duffel bag for you to see only for her to yank the bag shut, pulling the object out of your line of sight fast.

You blink hard a couple of times, squinting at the closed duffel sitting on the floor, wondering if the bright morning light tricked your eyes. You clear your throat awkwardly, words tumbling out nervous and fast. Your hands twisting in the hem of her folded shirt in your hands before putting it down.

"I—uhm, I'll go now. I gotta fix all the mess downstairs."

You hear the sharp zip of her duffel opening behind you just as you reach the door. Her soft voice follows, warm and low.

"You looked tense. Wanna destress again?"

You turn, and she holds the unmistakingly black silicone strap-on out, tilting her head.

"Mommy?"

The memory ends there.

Or maybe your brain refuses to remember the rest.

Now, weeks later, you're standing in your bathroom with trembling hands, your mind completely blank as you stare at the impossible reality in front of you, not knowing what the hell you're supposed to do next.

FRIDAY has informed you that your recent biometric scans indicate several anomalies. You laughed it off at first. Maybe because of stress, grief, exhaustion, your husband barely talking to you. God knew you'd been dealing with enough of that lately. But when FRIDAY flagged it a second time, and then a third, and then there's morning sickness and puking around.

That's what led you here, standing in the bathroom with two black-market pregnancy tests sitting on the counter in front of you because tests like these weren't supposed to exist anymore, not legally nor in your world.

Natural pregnancy had become obsolete decades ago—painful, unpredictable, unnecessary. Children were approved, assigned, and monitored by the government. If you were deemed suitable after assessment, the government will provided everything. Including confirmation, the child, the future you'd spent years dreaming about—right up until the moment you withdrew from the assessment.

Your eyes flicked back to the tests.

Positive.

Positive.

Two positives.

The assessment was over. The government never approved you because you yourself had terminated the process.

So how the fuck were you pregnant?

One trembling hand flew to your mouth while the other instinctively pressed against your stomach. Not because you could feel anything there—God, it was far too early for that—but because your brain couldn't seem to process what your eyes were seeing.

You didn't tell Tony or FRIDAY but you knew FRIDAY would know, at this point he's acting more like your husband than your real husband. The second the panic wore off, one thought kept repeating in your head over and over until it drowned out everything else—Wanda.

If anyone had answers, it was her.

The address took you clear across the city, far away from the polished towers and government housing districts you were used to. By the time you arrived, your stomach was in knots. The building in front of you was old, cramped, and worn down by years of neglect. Nothing like the places assessors were usually associated with.

You were hesitating as you stared at the apartment number in front of you. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you raised your hand and knocked.

The door opened after a few seconds.

Wanda stood in an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants, looking far different from the polished assessor you'd known during the assessment. Her hair was slightly messy, like she'd just gotten out of bed or had been lying on the couch.

Her eyes widened the second she recognized you.

"Y/N?" she said quietly.

Your throat tightened.

Seeing her again felt strange. Too familiar and too distant at the same time. Weeks had passed since she'd left, yet somehow it felt like no time had passed at all.

Something shifted behind her eyes. The surprise disappeared quickly. And when her eyes slowly lifted back to yours, there was a strange look on her face you couldn't quite place.

"Come in," she said softly, stepping aside.

Like she already knew why you were there.

The moment you stepped inside, the door hadn't even finished closing behind you before the question came out.

"What did you do?" Your voice shook. The apartment was small, barely bigger than a studio and it felt suffocating. Your pulse was roaring in your ears. "What did you do to me?" you repeated.

Wanda stared at you for a long second. "Y/N—"

"No." Your voice cracked. "Don't do that. Don't act like you don't know why I'm here."

Your hands were trembling now. You hated that they were trembling.

"I withdrew from the assessment." You say letting out with a disbelieving sound. "I ended it. I signed everything. It was over."

Wanda's eyes never left yours.

"And then I got morning sickness, FRIDAY had detected it. I had to buy illegal pregnancy tests." The words spilled out faster with every breath. "I took two. Both are positive, Wanda."

For the first time since you arrived, Wanda's expression changed. And suddenly, that terrified you more than anything.

"I am fucking pregnant. What did you do?! Because…because this can't be! I can't be!"

The silence that followed felt suffocating. Your chest rose and fell too fast, your hands shaking at your sides as you stared at her, searching her face for anything—denial, shock, guilt, anything that made sense of the impossible mess you were standing in. But nothing.

"What did you do?!"

She steps closer, a soft, slow smile spreading across her face that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. She doesn't look surprised at all, just calm and sure, and her voice is gentle when she says the words that make your skin prickle with cold.

"You deserve to be a mother."

"That doesn't answer my question! I couldn't be pregnant. No one can! I—"

Wanda took a careful step toward you. "Y/N—"

"Don't you dare come at me."

Her expression softened, but it only made your skin crawl.

"Please," she said quietly. "Just listen to me."

The gentleness in her voice felt wrong—manufactured, rehearsed, like someone trying to soothe an animal caught in a trap.

"People were told pregnancy had become impossible. That the human body could no longer sustain it naturally. It was easier that way. Easier to govern a population that believed reproduction belonged entirely to the State."

Wanda's expression softened trying to get you to listen and understand, though it did nothing to lessen the horror settling over you.

"The government issues every assessor a conception device," she said quietly. "Officially, it's classified as genetic transfer equipment. Unofficially...no one is allowed to call it what it really is." She let out a humorless laugh. "Each device is registered to a single assessor. It carries only that assessor's genetic material, encrypted and traceable. Every use is logged, every activation recorded, every pregnancy tied back to the file of the mother deemed suitable."

You stared at her, unable to speak.

"Every assessor is told the same thing before they're sworn in—You're not creating a child. You're preserving humanity. That's how they justify it. That's how they convince us we're serving a greater good."

"You stole my choice!" You wailed, not caring about what she's saying now.

A slow smile spread across Wanda's face.

"No, I gave you a future. You deserve this. You deserve to be a mother."

The day she'd left your apartment, you'd said it was just a one time thing, a choice born of loneliness and all the unresolved hunger no one else had bothered to feed. She'd just smiled, kissed your cheek, and told you she understood, even as she'd pressed her government-issued equipment strap on—deep inside you one last time, slow and soft like she was marking something as hers.

She'd made love to you that morning like she already knew what would happen weeks later. You'd thought it was just a final goodbye, when she finished and pulled out, when you felt that warm cum drip slow down your thigh, and wiped it away with your hand and thought nothing of it, just another messy leftover of a secret you planned to bury.

Not knowing that it would bloom into a life you didn't expect. A life that you thought was impossible to make in this world.

You sink onto the hardwood floor, hands pressed against your temples as the memory finally clicks into place. That last night before Wanda left—the wine, the exhaustion, the gaps in your memory. You'd passed out somewhere between the bathtub and her bed, too drunk and overwhelmed to remember much of anything. When you woke up sore the next morning, you'd blamed it on the alcohol, the stress, and everything that happened the night before that. You never questioned it. Never dug deeper. Not until now.

Your stomach is twisting so hard you think you might be sick right there in front of her. The memories and the words came back to you, clear as the night she whispered them against your lightly conscious mind while you were passed out, when you were still playing the parts of a mother and an assessor—her as your child.

"You really would do everything for your child."

"You don't even realize you're doing it already."

It was so wrong, how you'd never have chosen this, never have crossed that line on purpose. You'd never do something so dirty and wrong with your child like what she just said.

"You give so much. You deserve to be a mother."

Fuck, it sounded so wrong! You were so disgusted. It is so fucking wrong you wanted to puke.

But in the dark quiet of her home, the truth hangs heavy and scary. You took Wanda in, gave her every part of yourself, crossed every line no rule book ever dared to name, all out of the soft, generous love that lives in your bones. You never hesitated, never pulled back when she needed more than what a proper mother should give.

You already loved her like your child.

Cared for her like your own.

And you even fucked her while she was acting like your own.

That is the proof no assessment could ever properly capture—you were made to be a mother, through every line you crossed, every need you filled, no matter how forbidden it was supposed to be.

Breaking through Wanda’s walls wasn’t easy for most of the Avengers. The only people she really listened to were Steve, Clint, her brother when she was in a good mood, Natasha, and you. 

On account of you saving her twin’s life, she felt as though she owed it to you to be kind. Even if you were Tony Stark’s child.  

Right now, you were soaking up her “kindness”. It was difficult to reject her when it meant kissing your lips raw in the center of your bed and feeling you up without allowing you to take off a single piece of clothing. She was such a tease.  

You pull away from her lips, eyes pleading with her. “Need you Wands, please?”  

Your witch sits upright with her weight settled on your middle. She pushes her hair behind her ears before patting your cheeks. You enjoyed the coolness of her rings against your heated skin. 

“Can’t, detka. Weren’t you the one who wanted to beat Sam to the living room?”  

“He’s probably been waiting there since lunch or something. You know how serious he is about watching Top Gun. Please, Wanda?” You pouted and her hands go from playfully tapping your cheeks to squishing them now. 

She loved how silly you looked beneath her. She leans down and leaves a peck on your forcefully puckered lips, not allowing you to deepen it. You whine, frustrated by the way she fanned the flames of your desire, not truly fueling it.  

Wanda's smiles down at you condescendingly. “So needy, are you not?”  

“Just for you.” You reach for one of her hands, bringing it just below your chest to fiddle with her rings. You feel her body relax further.

“Mmm. Show me?” Wanda's eyes flash red and you feel a rush of warmth spread throughout your body.  

Wanda was intimidating. Her power brought the energy she carried to a different level. And when crimson crept into her stare, all you could do was fall weak before her. It had always been this way.

“You want me to beg, witchy? Or do I need to shove your hand in my pants for you to understand how much you turn me on?” Still, you weren’t ready to fold for her just yet.  

“I want you to ride my thigh until you come. Pants stay on. That way, I feel you soak through them, detka. I’ll make sure you beg for me anyway, don’t you worry.” One of her hands began to trace your bra through your shirt as she speaks, leaving goosebumps wherever her fingers fell.

Unfortunately for you, Wanda would never allow you to think you had any power over her in such a moment. You relinquished it the instant her accent grew thicker, her words weighed down by her hunger for you.  

She begins to climb off your hips, moving to sit up against your headboard. Her legs spread wide enough for you to encase one of her thighs with your own. She pats her lap and waits patiently, eyeing you as you start to rise from your place beside her.  

You settle yourself atop her carefully, and she grins, flexing her thigh as your core rests inches above her knee. You gasp and nearly fall into her. She’s quick to hold you steady, hands clutching your hips firmly, heat in her gaze, and seconds away from gloating about how easy it was to get you here.  

But of course, neither of you could have a moment of true peace in this tower.  

Rapid knocks rattle your door as a familiar, irritating, voice sounds out. “Sestra!” His call for Wanda is long and drawn out, stupidly jolly and almost melodic as his first hammers against the wood. “I know you’re in there!”  

You throw yourself to the side, flopping back onto the space beside her as you roll your eyes.  

Wanda exhales sharply and fixes her hair with slightly shaking hands before she gets up, straightens out her skirt, pulls up her knee high socks, and makes her way across the room.  

“You never remind me to have F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell everyone we’re asleep.” You complain quietly.  

“You really think that would matter to him?”  She whispers back harshly.

“Oh, sestra!” You could only imagine the grin spread across his face. 

Wanda pulls open the door, her features drawing out her irritation.  

“What?” Pietro ignores her short tone and leans against the door frame.  

“Everyone is waiting on you two. The bird and the spy lady are arranging a vote between Top Gun and Die Some Other Day.” 

"It's Die Another Day, man." You threw your head back and groaned dramatically.

When those two went head-to-head on movie night, it was the worst. After two years of choosing this as a team building activity, you’re sure you’ve watched either movie at least a dozen times each. None of the Avengers took to exploring film outside their comfort zones, and you were about to add a spin the wheel feature to F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system if you had to endure torture like this again. 

“Sam and Natasha, Pietro.” His sister reminds him, sighing as she watches him shrug. To him, it was enough that you knew exactly who he was talking about. 

“I’m going to kill both of them. Seriously.” Maybe you could make it board game night instead if you cried.  

Pietro looked between the two of you before his stare lingered on your crumpled comforter.

“Why are you in her room?” The question was abrupt, giving neither of you a chance to respond with practiced ease. 

The both of you stumbled over your words, searching for a plausible excuse. It’s not like Pietro was stupid, it had to be believable. You see his brows begin to furrow the longer the two of you took to come up with something. 

“She wanted to paint my nails before our press conference tomorrow. Told her no.” You chuckle nervously and hold your hands up, making sure he catches the chipping paint and dry cuticles.  

“Obviously. I don’t think my sister could fix that. You need professional help.” Pietro speeds to your side and grabs one of your hands for a closer look. You snatch it away and grumble at him. Your fists clench as you bring them down to your sides.  

“Says you and your bone-dry bleach job.” 

Wanda sees Pietro gear up to argue back and intervenes quickly, her arms stretched out towards you two.

“Alright! Both of you, calm down. You, didn’t you say they were waiting for us?”  In a flash, Pietro's standing back in front of her, eager to get going now.

“I wanted to walk with you.” Wanda’s features soften at that. You understood. It was kinda sweet how the two of them rarely went anywhere without the other.

“Give me some time. I have to change, Pietro.” She raises her finger at him as she passes. She gives you a brief look over the shoulder before walking towards the door and down the hall to her own room.  

You found yourself lucky her twin had arrived when he did. Otherwise, it’d be a bit difficult to explain why the crotch of your jeans were soaked through, and Wanda’s thigh was glistening. 

Out of the three of you, you were the first to change and head downstairs to sit around waiting with the rest of the team. You played with the string of your sweatpants as you watched Sam and Natasha go back and forth about movie night. Bruce read through his lab notes beside you.  

Weirdly, your father was nowhere to be seen. Usually, he’d have already staked his claim on the couch and snuck a disk into the player while no one was looking, easily seizing the spot of first film of the night.

“We should just let one of the twins pick our movie tonight. Whatever they pick won’t be something we’ve watched a hundred times over.” You spoke up, tired of their arguing. 

“Yeah, guys. I don’t think I wanna watch the two of you fight for an hour and a half over which movie to watch after Sam loses the vote.” Bruce agreed with you, his voice calm and clearly avoiding a fight.  

“How do you know I wasn’t going to win?”  

Bruce deadpans. “We’ve watched Top Gun eleven times. At least the franchise Natasha chose has twice the number of movies. Yours doesn’t even have a sequel yet.”  

“Fine. We defer to Speedrunner then. I refuse to watch some cheesy romcom.” 

Before any of you could respond, your father makes his grand entrance. He struts into the living room with purpose and an accusation.  

“Romanoff. Just the spider I’m looking for. Where’s my Metallica shirt? Cough it up.”  

“Why’d you assume I’m the one who took it? It’s probably with your kid.” Natasha stands up from her place in front of the bookshelf.  

Her picks were always on the bottom level. 

“Just ransacked her closet. Found twenty-three articles of clothing that belong to me. Metallica shirt? Nowhere to be found. You’re my only suspect, sticky fingers.”  

"You ransacked my closet?" You went unaddressed.

“Tony, I borrowed your jacket like one time.” He eyes her. “Okay, I kept it for two months and stole your blow dryer on Wednesday. That’s hardly enough to make you think I crept into your room just to take some dumb band-tee.” 

He blinks rapidly at that. “You stole my blow dryer?”  

“It has that rotating brush I needed. Pepper never taught you how to share?”  

Sam laughed loudly at the reveal. “That’s what was happening? I was wondering why you started looking like Farrah Fawcett was the centerpiece of your mood board.” 

“Oh, shut up Wilson.” 

“Look, Carmen Sandiego, if I find my shirt—and my hair dryer—back in their rightful place by noon tomorrow then I’ll look the other way. Otherwise, Salem’s getting the boot.”  

“You can’t kick my cat out over some stupid shirt.”  

As if understanding the threat, you hear a quiet meow from across the room. Liho was hidden somewhere, possibly behind the recliner or under a side table.  

You watch the two of them squabble a little longer. Truthfully, you did jack his closet for that shirt. But you now had no idea where it went. Last you’d seen it, it was stranded somewhere on your floor before your date with Wanda. But you wanted to see how far the two of them would take this before you owned up to it.  

Then your girlfriend walked into the living room, innocent as ever, and your heart dropped into your ass. You were both so over. You closed your eyes and nodded solemnly, accepting your fate.  

“Uh...Tony?” Bruce was the first one to notice. His finger points in Wanda’s direction.  

“Don’t interrupt me, sweet pea. Romanoff hasn’t—” Your dad does a double take.  

His voice falls short at the sight of Wanda. The witch wore dark grey leggings under an oversized band tee. The very band tee he’d ravaged the tower for. She stopped in the entryway, a puzzled expression taking over as she took in the living room’s silence. Pietro isn't far behind her, zooming into the center of the room with an oblivious smile.

“You were saying, Stark?” Natasha sported a smug smirk, her eyebrows raised towards you as she looked to the brunette and back.  

Wanda’s tone held a bit of trepidation as she questioned the room. “What?”  

“Guess we know where your shirt went, Tony.” Bruce chuckles falteringly, eyes darting between your father, your girlfriend, and you.  

Wanda stood uncomfortably, fingers playing with the rings littering her fingers as she came to understand what the rest of the room now knew. If she’d been aware the t-shirt actually belonged to the most exasperating billionaire she knew, there was no doubt she would’ve set it on fire before pulling it over her head. Wanda would’ve later convinced you it was lost in the wash if need be.  

“Clint owes me so much money.” When you hear Nat whisper, amusement coloring her tone as she observed Wanda’s face grow increasingly flushed. 

“I thought we agreed on action for movie night, not a telenovela. But hey, I’m not complaining.” Sam shrugs and slumps back into the couch cushions, growing comfortable as he watches the scene unfold.  

“Sam, I swear to god I’ll rewire Red Wing to self-destruct every time a corny-ass comment comes out your mouth, if you don’t shut up!” You fuss, glaring in his direction. 

“Why am I the only one being threatened?” He asks. His question goes ignored as your dad finally speaks up.  

“Kid, since when?” You recognize the look in your father’s eyes and turn away.  

“Five months.” While you knew it’d hurt him to be blindsided like this, your connection with Wanda was still sensitive. Given the nature of his relationship with the twins, there would have been no right way to tell him, or Pietro, the truth.  

He looked at the Sokovian girl, still frozen at the living room entrance. “The safehouse in Guyana?” Wanda nodded in response.  

Her heart was beating out of her chest, she didn’t have to hone in to feel how erratic your energy was. And even if she tried, she’d never be able to hold onto a single one of the thoughts racing through your mind. Your mind was loud, hers too, as you waited for him to say something else.  

“Are you sure she hasn’t got you under some evil love spell?” He tried to joke, but you could see how the comment hit Wanda from across the room.

“Dad, she’s my girlfriend. Can we just talk about this later?” You tried to keep your voice even as you spoke, wanting to leave enough of a warning without being malicious. 

“Wanda, she is telling the truth?” If possible, you felt even more nervous about Pietro’s reaction than your father’s.  

He was everything to Wanda. If he didn’t approve, what would come of your relationship? Sure, you saved his life, but she was his little sister.  

“Pietro…I was going to tell you. There was just never the right time.” Pietro nodded thoughtfully, taking it all in.  

You watch the twins fall into a daze. A part of your brain monitors their changing expressions as you begin to pick the skin off the side of your left thumb. You knew they were communicating in their own way when Wanda glared his way and Pietro’s lips twitched slightly at the sight.

The living room kept its silence throughout. Natasha and Bruce hadn’t moved an inch since they’d last spoken.  

You knew the two of you were extremely lucky half the team was out on missions. It’d be at least three more days before the mood lightened up and everyone in the tower was teasing the two of you. For now, you could both deal with a little mouth and awkward silences from these few. You just knew Bruce would make some one-off comment about it in the lab and leave it at that. Once the rest of them grew comfortable with the idea of you two dating, it would be never ending snark and teasing. 

Unbelievably, you almost couldn't wait for that moment.

The tension was broken when Sam, munching on his popcorn, became loud enough to be disturbing. You eyed him seriously and went to say something when Wanda snapped out of her daze and marched your way.  

“You.” She grabs your hand. “Are coming with me. Now.” Her face was burning red.  

The embarrassment wasn’t a usual sight for you. You tried to bask in it, knowing the fun wouldn’t last for long once you were alone together, but honestly, you were afraid of the conversation that'd come behind closed doors.

You let Wanda drag you to her bedroom. Once inside, she locks the door and commands F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof the space. She leans her head against the door as you sit stiffly on the edge of her bed.  

“We’ve been so careful.” She mumbles. You bite your lip at her words, feeling guilty she’d been put on the spot like that.  

“Are you mad at me?”  

“Oh, draga. Never. This wasn’t your fault.” She pushes herself away from the door and crosses the room to you.  You let out a long breath of relief and lick your lips.

When she makes it to you, Wanda’s hands cradle your face gently. Her thumbs smooth over the ends of your brow bones before coming to sit in the hollows of your cheeks. They rub there in small circles as she leans down to kiss your forehead.  

“But you do understand what this means for you at the end of the night, don’t you?” 

Wanda eyes glowed with barely restrained chaos, irises a deep and spellbinding red that made you gulp. At a loss for words, you could only nod meekly. You knew she'd take the chance to remind you that embarrassment was fleeting, but her control over you was not.

“Good, draga. Now sit back while I choose a show for us.”  Satisfied, Wanda lets go of you and grabs the remote on her nightstand. 

“You always get to pick!”  

“Right, and why do you think that is?” She tries you and you let her have it, knowing the banter would lead to nowhere—well maybe foreplay.  

“Whatever.” You pouted, crossing your arms as you sat up against her headboard.  

“Charmed is way better than whatever stupid Western Pietro was going to pick out anyways.”  

“Hey! That’s my brother-in-law you’re talking about.” Wanda rolls her eyes at you but there's no hiding the blush coloring her cheeks.

“Shut up, Stark.”  

“Make me.” You challenge.  

Chaos magic begins to wind around her fingers as she turns your way. “You know what being bold gets you, detka. And it’s not a reward.”