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Hiding a yawn behind your hand, your face expressed your boredom as Professor Harkness rambled on about the context of the novel you were covering in class, her hands moving emphatically in the air as she tried to get her never ending point across, much to your dismay. A sigh of annoyance left you when Steve raised his hand to ask a question, your gaze burning a hole into the back of his head as the teacher started to talk about another useless point, Natasha next to you chuckling at your irritation as you leaned back in your uncomfortable seat, tilting your head to her to show her your lack of interest.

"There's only ten more minutes," she whispered, trying to reassure you as your fingers impatiently drummed against the desk, the redhead amused at the way your shoulders slumped in defeat, eyes trained on the clock at every torturous second that passed by.

"More like ten years," you muttered in annoyance as you let your gaze wander across the various heads in front of you, naturally landing on the brunette's across the class from you. It was like a strange, gravitational pull as your bored eyes searched for her, observing how Wanda smiled politely at Miss Harkness, your heart unable to stop the gentle flutter the sight of her caused. Her fingers toyed with a stray strand of her hair as she intently listened, all of her attention devoted to the woman at the front of the room whilst yours remained on her, a smile threatening to lift the edges of your lips at the way her fingers soon started to spin the rings on her fingers, something she told you confidently she didn't do. You tampered down the smile as you let your thoughts drift away from the Literature lesson you were in, letting them wander towards Wanda to help the time pass, memories of your secret times together consuming your mind.

The shrill sound of a bell knocks you out of your daydreams, your eyes flickering across the room as you move to copy everyone else in packing your books up, Natasha shaking her head playfully at you and chuckling as you frantically try to catch up.

"Come on, I want to go for a smoke," she muttered as she waited for you, your stuff haphazardly shoved into your backpack as you followed her out of the classroom, your eyes briefly meeting Wanda's as she smiled at you shyly, not trying to be too obvious as you walked past her, ignoring the way warmth and affection flooded through you at the small interaction.

"I'll meet you outside, I need to grab a book from my locker," you tell Nat who doesn't wait another second for you, walking towards the exit as you make your way through the crowded hallways, barging past one or two people who were being annoyingly slow.

Eventually, you managed to get to your assigned locker, smiling to yourself at the sight of the small note shoved through the small gaps in it, your head turning to check for people before opening the crumpled paper, recognising the delicate handwriting.

Usual spot at 7? x

Folding the note up as soon as you read it, you pushed it into your pockets before grabbing your book, an excitement bubbling inside you at the idea of meeting Wanda later, an onrush of warmth flowing through you as the enticing green fill your mind, your heart skipping a beat every time you imagine that soft and gentle smile.

You tried to push down the love that enveloped your chest when thinking of Wanda but it was inevitable, you had fallen hard for her. You had to remind yourself of how the two of you were actually 'nothing', words the brunette had repeatedly said to you but you knew that couldn't be the truth, the longing look in both your eyes, the delicate moments you shared together couldn't just mean nothing. Maybe you were just just a fool in love, you weren't sure, but all you knew was that you didn't care when you were with her, the secret moments together were enough for you at the moment.

Her laughter caught your attention across the hall, your head naturally turning, lips tugging into a smile at the sound as your eyes met her enchanting green. The room was filled with others but all you could see was her, a silent conversation passing between you as you shrugged your backpack over your arm, your body already moving towards her when the sight of a tall blonde caused you to pause in your tracks, her attention switching to Vision, one of the most popular boys who clearly had a crush on her. You turned your gaze away at the sight of them, a small crack forming in your heart at the wide and bright grin that took over her face when he kissed her cheek, a small bubble of hurt building at the pit of your stomach as you brushed past more students, making your way to the exit without looking back at her, a weight tugging on your heart.

***

Bringing the cigarette to your lips, you waited nonchalantly for the brunette to turn up, your back resting against your truck that was parked behind the small store you worked at, gaze trained on the small bird that had landed on a nearby branch, it's small movements of great interest to you, your mind finding something else but the excitement of meeting Wanda to focus on. Exhaling a puff of smoke once you heard approaching footsteps, you couldn't help but smirk teasingly as you lolled your head to the side, features softening at the sight of her as she shook her head at you playfully, tutting at your actions.

"How many times do I have to tell you they're bad for you?" Her voice gentle and soft yet teasing, an infectious smile gracing her lips as she grinned up at you, leaning against your car as her fingers plucked the cigarette from your mouth.

"At least once more," you mutter as you always did, watching in amusement as she takes a brief drag of your cig before dropping it on the floor, crushing it into the ground with her shoe as her gaze expresses her disapproval of the habit before she steps closer, your arm naturally moving to rest over her shoulders. "You owe me a packet at this rate, Maximoff," you mumble playfully, looking around on the floor at the many remains of cigarettes she'd stolen from you, a soft and angelic chuckle escaping her as she leans into your body, her enchanting green focussed on the small bird from earlier.

"You should be thanking me," she teases as she tilts her head to rest on your shoulder, peering up into your eyes in that intoxicating manner, your gaze softening as you admire her natural beauty, hints of scarlet tinting her cheeks at your adoring look. "I'm saving your life," she murmurs, a hum leaving you as you turn your head away from her, not wanting to kiss her here as you knew it wasn't appropriate.

"More like killing my bank account," your tone is laced with sarcasm as you feel her hand slide into your pocket, taking the packet out of it and into hers so you couldn't use them, your head shaking at her as she thought she was being sly and sneaky.

"Mhmm, whatever," she whispers, purposely letting her accent seep into her words as she murmurs them near your ear, knowing the effect her voice had on you, a low sigh leaving you as you turn your head back to her, noticing the look in them. "Can we go to the Lake?" she asks in a hopeful voice, her green pleading you to say yes, knowing you had a massive soft spot in giving her what she wanted, one of her hands snaking under your jacket affectionately to help persuade you.

Your smile swiftly fades into a mischievous smirk at her words, knowing that most of the time when she'd ask to go to the lake it was for privacy, the serene and peaceful area completely isolated and perfect for the two of you to have some sinful moments.

"Of course," you rasp out, lowering your own voice in revenge for her earlier teasing actions, her teeth biting down on her lower lip seductively as she looks up at you, a genuine smile breaking out on her face at the enamoured look in your eyes before your gaze drifts lower to her lips, her hand slipping out of your jacket as she tilts her head up, letting her lips ghost near yours.

"Come on then, I want to watch the sunset," she whispers out, tauntingly pulling her lips away at the last moment, your body craving to press your lips to hers right now, to have her moaning into your mouth as you pushed her up against your car but you knew it wasn't the place, a small laugh leaving you at the way she enthusiastically makes her way into the passenger's seat. You shake your head whilst looking up at the sky in amazement at how wrapped around her finger you were, the sound of her pressing your horn making you laugh once more before jumping in, ready to take her to your secret spot.

***

Once the two of you arrived at the lake, you swiftly prepared your truck for the two of you to spend the rest of the evening in, the back seats being pushed down and the boot opened as you placed the blankets and pillows down, the sight before you mesmerising.

The body of water stretched a vast distance as the wind caused gentle ripples across the reflective surface, the trees surrounding the car giving you the privacy you both wanted whilst the canvas of the sky gradually grew more iridescent. The scenic view of the sunset, the symphony of colours painting the evening sky, reminded you of the woman next to you as she shuffled her way over to you on your makeshift bed, her body as close as possible to yours as you sat and watched the sun slowly descend. The vibrant colours were powerful, passionate and overwhelming, just like the emotions Wanda evoked from you but the tranquil beauty of it was reminiscent of your time with her, the two of you always sharing peaceful and soft moments just like this one.

Your comparison to her and the natural phenomenon were cut short as her hand slid across your abdomen, the delicate pressure of her hand against you drawing your gaze from the sky to her eyes that you'd argue were more alluring, the shades of green hypnotising. You noticed an expectant look in her eyes before she rested her head against your shoulder, her body cuddling closer to yours as she shared a tender embrace, your fingers reaching down to interlock with hers, letting her play with yours as she knew it was a habit of hers.

"Hm?" your tone questioning as you realised she had asked you something, the pads of her fingers tracing over the lines on your palms before moving to the back of your hand, feeling every small ridge of your knuckles and the light protrusion of your vein to keep her hands busy, the brunette always fidgeting with them.

"I asked what you were thinking about?" she whispers, keeping the tranquil atmosphere that had wrapped around the two of you, the intimacy that was brewing between you both as you relaxed against one another.

"Just how beautiful you are," you say, tone laced with charm and flattery as you offer her a playful smile, leaning your body further into hers light heartedly, your words causing her to grow shy, an accompanying blush creeping onto her face.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," she huffs out, aware of the warmth in her cheeks and the heat going straight to her core at the way your eyes flicker between her shy stare and mouth, the way your pupils dilate as she subconsciously wets her lips.

"Is that so?" you murmur out, smiling at the way she moves her body to lay down in your truck, her hand fisted in your jacket as she pulls you down on top of her, peering up at you with want in her eyes, legs spreading a little to welcome your body. Bracing yourself above her, you tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear softly, knee sliding between her legs and pressing against her core causing a soft moan to escape her, the sound setting your body a light, arousal clouding your mind. "Even if I tell you how enchanting your eyes are? How your lips are just so... irresistible?"

Her fingers thread through your hair as she pulls you closer to her, your lips brushing over hers, smiling against her lips at the timid expression etched on her face, the obvious blush painting her cheeks.

Before you can say anymore, she tilts her head up to kiss you, the world around you fading away as you focused on the intoxicating feels of her body pressed against yours, the way her back arches, pressing her chest further against yours, legs wrapping around your middle to pull you closer as she gasps into the kiss at the way her hips grind against your knee.

Passion is poured into the kiss as you groan into her mouth at how her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, one of your hands moving to cup her jaw, deepening the kiss as you slide your tongue into her mouth, dominating the kiss effortlessly as she gives you control. As soon as one of you part from the kiss, lips lingering open against one another, the other crashes them back together, addicted to one another as she moans into your mouth, the noise eagerly being swallowed by you as lust takes over, desire consuming you both.

"Fuck," she groans sinfully, accent adding a rasp to her words as you throb around nothing, when you bite her lower lips softly, tongue soothing over the dull pain before you steal another passionate kiss before letting your mouth trail along her jaw, encouraging her to loll her head back so you could pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her neck.

"Do you have any idea of how truly beautiful you are?" you whisper, honesty and love lacing your words as you peer up into her darkened eyes, one of your hands moving to the hem of her shirt, slowly creeping under it as your fingers drift across the soft skin of her stomach, feeling the warmth her body radiated.

Your words strike a cord in Wanda as the sheer adoration dripping from your voice, the enamoured look in your eyes is too much, the emotion on show overwhelming as love wraps around her heart, the action suffocating as her mind fights what she wants to what she must have, her thoughts tangling together. She loved the way you made her feel, she loved the way your words sent a shiver down her spine, sent warmth pooling between her thighs but she hated how it was you who made her feel this way. She couldn't feel this way, not towards you. She wanted, no, wants you to make her feel this way but she shouldn't. How could she want something like this? It wasn't right... It wasn't how things were meant to go, this wasn't her.

She let out a shaky breath in response to your low voice, your lips stilling against her throat at the way her body language shifted, concern immediately filling you as you pulled back, hand sliding out from under her shirt to not make her uncomfortable as she avoided your gaze, trying to unravel her messy thoughts. This was supposed to be casual. Nothing more.

"Hey," you coo in a delicate voice, trying to get her attention as she blinks back the few tears threatening to spill in her eyes, the sight of her causing something to stir in your gut, a saddened expression taking over your face as you attempt to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood anymore," she mumbles, wiping her eyes and moving to sit upright as you sit next to her, confused as to what you did wrong to upset her, a small pang of guilt washing through you.

"Hey," you softly coo once more, gaining her attention as her gaze meets your tender one, "You never have to apologise for wanting to stop, you don't owe me anything." Your gaze expresses how serious your words were, never wanting her to feel pressured, a small smile tugging at her lips at how caring you were, another wave of confusion crashing through her at the butterflies that swarmed her stomach when you kissed her forehead comfortingly. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to," you whisper, trying to hide the pain in your voice as you watched her get comfortable next to you, her head leaning on your shoulder despite as her mind screaming at her to get as far away as possible, her heart's craving for you overpowering her. "I'm sorry if I upset you," you murmur, offering your hand out in case she wanted to fiddle with it, your gaze locked on the spectacle happening around you, the sight almost meaningless as you waited for her to relax against you.

"It wasn't you, I promise," she whispers, easing the worry swarming through you, her hand naturally reaching down to interlock with yours, the comfort you provided helping her relax as she tried to push down the variety of emotions gnawing away at her, not ready to confront them. "It's just me I-" she cuts herself off with a defeated sigh, your thumb brushing over the back of her hand soothingly as you let her talk, having a small idea of what she might be referring to. "Can we talk about something else? I don't want to talk about it," she mumbles, her free hand reaching down to pull the blanket over you both as you settle on watching the sunset, your arm moving to rest over her shoulders so she could sink further into your body.

"Is it a bad time to offer you a cig?" you whisper playfully, trying to change the conversation as she had asked, a small huff leaving her as she lightly slaps your arm, a disapproving and berating look in her eyes as she looks at you, a smile taking over your lips as the anxious expression from earlier is replaced, a smile stretching across her lips when she realises what you're doing. "I'll take that as a no," you grumble, dramatically rubbing the spot she lightly tapped making her roll her eyes at your theatrical actions, "Can I at least have my packet back you stole?"

"What packet?" she innocently murmurs out as she avoids your gaze, knowing you'd see straight through her lie, the despondent feeling dissipating into joy as you tease her, your head leaning against the top of hers.

"This one," your tone is cocky as you had slipped the packet out of her pockets, her lips tugging up into a shy smile as she had been caught, a chuckle leaving you at her reaction. "So you're a thief and a liar," you say tauntingly, tossing the packet to the side so you could hold her hand again, the feeling of her fingers playing with yours making your heart flutter, warmth stirring in your chest as you glanced at her.

"I'm not a liar," she says defiantly, various shades of blazing orange and red reflecting in her mesmerising green as you smirk mischievously, knowing how to catch her out.

"I don't play with my rings when I'm bored," you mimic, purposely using a higher pitch voice as you repeat her words from another secret meeting, a giggle leaving her at your poor attempt at her voice. Her hand raises to cover her mouth at the adorable noise, her nose scrunching in the way you loved, a genuine laugh leaving her as she rolls her eyes at you once more.

"Were you staring at me in class again?" she teases back, turning around in your arms so that she is looking at you, her eyes exploring your features as she takes in your beauty, the casual smirk planted on your lips making her own lips curl up into a smile.

"I wasn't staring, I was admiring," you counter, earning another chuckle, "But that's not what we're talking about. I saw you-" Her finger places itself against your lips to silence you, her teeth on show as she grins at you, knowing you were right but not wanting to admit it.

"Why don't we sit in silence?" she teases, your eyes rolling this time as she places a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting next to you again, curling up against you as she seeks the warmth your body always provided, wanting to simply be with you.

A comfortable silence takes over you two as you watch the sky darken, no words needed to understand each other as a gentle touch was enough, the vibrant hues of red and oranges bleeding into pinks and purples before fading into deep blues and greys, the subtle transformation elegant as you savour the moment together, part of you hoping the sun would never have to set as you wanted to stay there with her forever.

Only once the two of you could see stars shining bright and the moon illuminating the sky did you decide to leave, the hours spent together thoroughly enjoyed as you reluctantly took her home, wanting your time together to never end.

Despite the late hour, the two of you were still wide awake, the empty country roads causing you to have the radio on full volume, your gaze inevitably drifting to your side at the sight of the brunette singing along to whatever song was blaring out of your speakers. Her enchanting stare caught yours as she tilted her head to the beat of the music, joy, youth and affection engraved on both of your faces as you listened to her sing, the memory slowly engraving its way into your mind as she unbuckled her seatbelt, her finger pressing the button to open your sunroof.

"Be careful, Maximoff," you shouted over the music, her body standing in your car as her body fit through the gap, your arm wrapping around her thigh to keep her steady whilst her arms stretched out the car like an angel as you sped through the tunnel, adrenaline and excitement coursing through you both as you simply enjoyed being young and carefree.

Her laughter and singing filled your ears as she sang her heart out in the empty tunnel, the sound of the engine, music and her angelic voice echoing around you as you smiled to yourself, unable to stop the love you felt.

You knew in that moment that any doubts you had about calling it off swiftly left your mind, any worries about her never wanting to call it love unimportant as the overwhelming sense of happiness that wrapped around you in that moment was worth everything.

Being with her was worth anything. 

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Laughter filled the room as you chuckled around your cigarette, your head tilting to the side to blow the smoke towards the ceiling of Natasha’s room, the redhead on the bed next to you copying your actions as she amused you. You looked at your best friend, admiring the playful and casual smirk planted on her lips as you chilled with her, watching happily as she moved her hand to the gentle beat of the music that was playing from her speaker in the corner, partly buried by clothes her sister had stolen before being forced to return them by Melina. The music that accompanied your laughter and rather loud chatter was something her father, Alexi, was not too pleased about as you heard him mutter something disapproving in Russian as he passed her bedroom door, the redhead mimicking her fathers actions only entertaining you further.

“May would smack the back of my head if she ever caught me doing that,” you mutter, shaking your head playfully at Natasha mocking her father, the redhead rolling her eyes as she knew that your Aunt May would never do such a thing to you, she loved you too much. That woman was the sweetest woman she’d ever met, her warm, kind and friendly persona something you loved about your aunt, something you appreciated throughout your whole childhood.

“That woman wouldn’t even hurt a fly,” the Russian teases, crushing the end of her cigarette in the discarded ash tray on her bedside table before leaning over to where you were laying on her bed, stealing the end of yours as she knew how much it annoyed you, a defeated sigh leaving you as you knew there was no point in fighting her, the woman next to you always able to get what she wants.

Before you could make a snarky remark back at her, complaining how everyone seems to steal your cigarettes, the sound of a grunt and a small thud caught your attention as you both lifted your heads off the mattress to look at the window, the sight of Bucky’s hair making you let out a small laugh as he climbed through her window.

“You do know doors exist, right?” you tease, deciding to use your sarcastic comment on the redhead’s boyfriend as he pushes his long hair out of his eyes, revealing his icy blue eyes which were filled with just as much mirth as yours.

“As if Alexi would ever let me come in through the front door,” he mutters, taking his jacket off before sitting in the chair next to the bed, his smile widening at the sight of the adoring look Natasha offered him before her attention was drawn to outside her door.

“Лучше бы там не было мальчика, Natalia! (There better not be a boy in there, Natalia)” Shouted her father over the music, the sound of a deeper voice catching the older man’s attention as he walked passed once more, his fist pounding on the door.

In the room, Bucky’s eyes widened, his usually casual blue morphing into worry at Alexi’s words, the boy wanting to make a good first impression to his girlfriend's father, prompting him to swiftly drop to the floor by the bed, hiding as all three of you heard her door handle turn. Her father’s inspecting gaze soon peeked around the door as Natasha groaned at her father’s protectiveness, your smile growing at the whole interaction as you could see the end of Bucky’s boot peaking just beyond the end of her bed, your teeth biting down on your lower lip to contain your laughter.

“Papa,” she groaned, hiding her face with her hands as her father put his hands up in surrender, not wanting to further annoy his daughter as she could be quite scary when pissed off at him. “It’s just Y/n,” at her words, you wave at the man with an amused and cocky expression, his face still sceptical though.

“Нет мальчиков (No boys)” Is all he mutters before shutting the door, a sigh of relief leaving the couple whilst you can’t help but let out your laughter, Natasha smacking you at how much their nervousness entertained you, your hands coming up in surrender just like her father’s did, your turn to playfully mock the man.

“This is why I can’t wait to go to Uni,” she mutters, annoyed hints in her tone, Bucky climbing back to his feet and flopping back into the chair, his feet going on the edge of the bed after he reaches over to steal Natasha’s drink, winking teasingly at her before taking a considerable sip of it.

“Have Shield gotten back yet?” You ask, tilting your head to look at her as you remember that you were supposed to ask her about the university she applied to earlier on, your memory too busy thinking of a certain brunette most of the time to function adequately. At the smile that breaks on her face, the redhead attempting to play coy but unable to as happiness carves its way onto her face tells you the answer, a proud expression taking over your face as you grin at her. “Congrats, Nat,” your tone is genuine and sincere as she offers you another thrilled smile, “I’m so proud of you.” You look at the woman you’d been friends with for your entire life, warmth enveloping your chest as pride filled you, seeing her accomplish her dream making your day.

“Thank you,” she whispers, bumping her shoulder against yours before continuing, “Have you heard anything back yet?” She asks, knowing you were hesitant about University, not wanting to leave May all alone and abandon your home as your options for your future were limited.

“The only place that’s willing to give me a scholarship is MI: 13,” you say, voice growing more unsure as you tell them, Bucky’s brows furrowing as he places where he had heard the name, concern growing on his face as he knew you didn’t want to travel far.

“But that’s in England,” His tone conveying his confusion as you shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about the possibility of having to leave your home, the university the only one willing to take you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, clearly growing uncomfortable with the mere thought of it, causing you to sit upright and check the time, wanting to switch the topic to something else. “Anyway, enough about me,” you joke, Natasha knowing you were just pushing the feelings down, face growing sympathetic as you continue, going along with what you were saying to make you comfortable, “Don’t we have a party to sneak off too?”

The two of them chuckle at your antics as you jump off the bed, grabbing your own jacket before finishing off your drink, motioning for the other two to start moving, wanting to just have fun for the rest of the night at Tony’s party, to think about nothing other than being free for the moment.

***

Chanting echoed around inside your head and the room, the music blaring out of the speakers deafened by the collective cheer as you downed the last of the vile drink someone created for you, your face screwing up into a grimace at the way the alcohol burned the back of your throat. You felt a few pats on the back of your shoulder as you offered Bucky a dazed smile, the earlier drinks from the night seeming to have reached your head as you held onto his shoulder, chuckling at your drunkenness. His face only showed he was just as far gone as you were, the two of you laughing like idiots as you stumbled your way to the kitchen to make yourself another drink, the sound of your tipsy giggle catching the attention of Natasha as she shook her head at the state of the two of you, the pair of you too much of a chaotic duo for her to handle sometimes.

“What are you two doing?” she asks, raising her brow as she fixes herself a vodka, the Russian much better at handling her alcohol than you or Bucky, the two of your attempts at an innocent smile causing a small, endearing smile to break out onto her face.

“Nothing,” Bucky mumbles, leaning against the countertop for support, purposely bumping into you to make you bump him back, trying to be subtle in front of the redhead but failing miserably as you annoy one another.

“So you weren't about to get shots?” She teases, grabbing another couple of glasses that were available, seemingly offering to pour you some, your gaze blurring briefly as you try to remember why this was familiar, the redhead confused at your puzzled and thoughtful expression.

“Nope,” Bucky slurs, popping the ‘p’ and smiling at her charmingly, his blue eyes filled with love as he gazes at her, flashing her an affectionate smile to make her roll her eyes as he aims to make her blush. “But if you wanna pour us some that’d be ok,” he murmurs, knowing if the two of you tried to do it there’d be a lot of broken glass or spilled drinks as well as an array of disappointed complaints about the waste of alcohol.

“Wait,” your tone raising in a dramatic fashion as you point your finger at her, remembering the memory briefly, “Don’t trust her. She’s gonna give us shots of water,” Bucky’s face morphs into disbelief that Natasha would do such a thing, the redhead rolling her eyes as she downs her shot, needing it right now.

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters to herself, smiling at you both as she pours you each a shot of Vodka, proving to you she wouldn’t to make you both trust her, knowing full well she’d switch it to water for the next round.

“Salut,” Bucky cheers before you all take another shot, a grimace taking over your face at the alcohol and the sight of Bucky kissing Natasha, the redhead chuckling at the man she cherished so much before kissing his cheek and wrapping her arm around his waist to keep him upright.

“Get a room,” you groan, Natasha sticking her middle finger up at you as she kisses him again, your face showing your distaste for the view causing you to leave the couple alone, not wanting to see anymore.

You mutter nonsense to yourself as you stagger around, trying to slip past people who were dancing to the blaring music to find somewhere a little less crowded for a moment, eyes slowly drifting across the room as your vision blurred once again, the sight of a familiar head of brown hair making your dazed smile widen, warmth bubbling inside you.

Deciding to go and see Wanda, you attempted to make your way through the busy hallways to get to her but the sight of a drunk Maria stopped you in your tracks, the intense blue of the woman staring at you as her mouth moved, rambling to you about something but you couldn’t hear anything she said, simply offering her a drunk smile back in response as you stared at Wanda.

God you missed her. You just wanted to go up to her and tell her how beautiful she was, how amazing she was. You wanted her to know how much you loved her, all her little quirks, her pretty smile, that amused look in her eyes when you’d do something stupid. You longed to hear that angelic laughter of hers, to hear that soft, embarrassed giggle. You yearned to hear the more sinful noises too, your drunken gaze eventually being torn away from her face to the outfit she was wearing, smiling to yourself at the skirt she had worn and the red jacket that she knew you loved, your intoxicated mind unable to think of anything but her. You were drunk on the thought of her and you were addicted to it.

Maria noticed your unfocused stare, the expectant look on her face fading away as she realised you hadn’t listened to a word she said, a gentle chuckle leaving her as she took in how drunk you were, advising you to go to a bathroom for a moment before leaving as she saw her friend Clint across the room, leaving to have an actual conversation with someone.

You hadn’t even noticed she left you, too busy letting the world fade around you as you gazed at Wanda, taking one, unsteady step forward before stopping, the sight of a blonde entering your vision wiping the enamoured expression off your face.

It felt like a piercing pain in your chest as you watched Vision lean next to Wanda, his body towering over hers as she grinned up at him, shooting another shot someone offered her before peering up at him like she always did to you, an ache building in your chest at the sight of them.

Thoughts raced through your mind, anxiety coursing through your veins and mixing with the alcohol, the room spinning a little as you felt that familiar tightness in your chest, your breathing accelerating as you gripped onto a piece of furniture to stop your knees from giving way, somehow unable to look away from the sight that would only cause you more pain.

His hand cupped her cheek before he leaned down to press his lips to hers, his other hand moving to hold her waist as she kissed him back just as passionately, trying to stop the feeling that gnawed away at her as she focussed on him, desperately trying to forget everything else as she pushed her body further into his, unknowingly pushing you further into your state of panic and anxiety.

You wanted to leave, to somehow escape the claustrophobic space of the party happening around you but your body seemed to freeze, your muscles not listening to your screaming brain as your breathing continued to become more laboured, your heart beating harder against your ribcage at the way her hand threaded through his blonde locks, scratching at his scalp as his hand drifted lower, slipping under the hem of her skirt.

At the feeling of bile rising up your throat, you managed to turn away from the painful sight of them, your heart squeezing in agony as you blink back the tears threatening to spill, your hand clutching at your shirt, the fabric feeling restrictive against you whilst you drowned in a spiral of negative thoughts.

Why? Why did she do this? You thought she cared about you. You thought you were more. It felt like more. Was she really that scared? That scared to confront herself? Or was she ashamed of you?

When the thoughts became too much, you realised you needed to get out of there. You needed to be alone. You pushed past people, not caring if they were annoyed at your actions as you stumbled across Tony’s house to find one of the bathrooms, slamming the door shut as you fell to the floor, back resting against the wood as you held your head in your hands, struggling to steady your breathing at your incessant thoughts.

Why couldn’t she just love you the way you loved her?

***

Leaning your head back against your truck, you felt a deep pit of regret stirring inside you, a tired and defeated sigh leaving you as you waited for the usual footsteps to sound next to you, your eyes closed as you waited for her to arrive. You hated how you agreed to see her again, how you pushed down the events of that night to pretend that nothing was wrong with you, that you didn’t have your heart shattered by the woman making her way over to you. You just wanted the anxiety and hurt to go away, the only person in the world who made you feel safe and free from your thoughts ironically the person causing them, Wanda the only person able to clear away the lingering fog of anxiety wrapped around you and clear the sky for you, to make you feel free from all your problems for a brief moment. It was stupid really, you just hoped that if you drown yourself in the safety she provided you’d forget about everything, be able to draw a line under it and move on.

The sound of her footsteps made you plant a smile on your lips, your eyes gently fluttering open as she moved to stand next to you, her green observing the hint of uneasiness in you as she peered up at you, offering you that smile she knew calmed you down. The nerves only subsided a little at her delicate and soft look, the various shades of green gazing into you causing a small flicker of warmth to tickle your heart, not the usual fire that would warm your chest as doubts still gnawed away at you, part of you wanting to confront her about last night but deciding not to, simply asking her where she wanted to go tonight instead of vocalising your thoughts.

You drove her to the Lake as she requested, the car ride filled with light banter as you wanted to hear her laugh, to feel that flutter in your chest every time she did so, your mind slowly starting to push the memory of the party further down as you focussed on this moment with her, her mesmerising green still observing you with a small hint of confusion at your odd behaviour from earlier. Her worry faded as the car ride prolonged, your usual smile growing on your lips whilst your hand moved to her knee, squeezing softly as the country roads passed you by, the scenery of open space soon changing to deep forests as you approached your hidden lake.

Once you had arranged the truck as you always did, you laid down in the back against the pillows, watching tenderly as Wanda climbed in to join you, your eyes widening at the way she effortlessly straddled your lap, intent in her eyes as she smirked down at you, heat naturally pooling between your thighs at the seductive sight of her on top of you.

“What-” your words are cut off by a desperate kiss, a moan escaping you as your mind clouds with arousal, the feeling of her pressing into you, her hands cupping your jaw in an attempt to deepen the passionate and messy kiss, enough to free you of your thoughts as you wanted.

It was similar for Wanda, her mind craving you to push away her thoughts, body begging for you. She needed you. She needed you to touch her, to caress her hips and body in that loving way, to replace the feeling of his large, selfish and over confident hands, to feel your soft and gentle lips claim hers over and over again, not his dry ones that made her feel nothing. She didn’t enjoy his wet and wanting tongue, she wanted to chase your teasing lips, to hear that smug little groan you’d offer her at her sinful moans, she needed to feel pleasure crash through her body, not the disappointment that washed through her that night. It was you she needed, not him, she just didn’t want to accept that.

“I need you,” she sighs out against you lips, a string of saliva connecting them before you lean up to claim her addictive mouth once more, your hands moving to her hips, gently squeezing the soft skin and having her moan in pleasure and almost relief as she concentrated on the way your electric touch made her feel. She couldn’t help herself as she ground her hips down against you, sparks of pleasure and arousal building in her abdomen as she moaned and gasped into the heated kiss, your hands guiding her desperate movements as you naturally took control, something the brunette adored about you. You were always in control but also always caring, dominant and soft most of the time but rougher when you knew she could handle it. You knew how to read her body, to tease her and give her what she wanted, unlike Vision.

“Yeah?” you husk out in that smug voice, tone lowering and hands sliding lower down her body, appreciation and adoration in all of your touches, despite how sinful they were, as your fingers ghosted over the edge of her skirt, letting it hitch up slowly. You can’t help but think back to the way his hands did the same to her, how his fingers slipped under to reach the soft skin of her thighs as yours did now, your touch faltering as you slide them off her inner thighs, going back to her hips. You try to ignore the unwanted thought as she lets you slide your tongue into her mouth, effortlessly controlling the kiss whilst your hands continue to guide her movements, her clit brushing against her soaked panties with every desperate rut of her hips. “Show me how much you need me,” you murmur against her lips, her sinful sighs pushing the memory away briefly before you bite down on her lower lip, soothing the dull pain with your tongue, the brunette’s body burning with desire and lust at your teasing actions, her hips rolling against your hips with more vigour, desperate to feel the pleasure building in her to overpower her.

“Fuck,” she groans out when on of your hands slide under her shirt, nails scratching against the impossibly soft skin at her stomach, the sensation causing her muscles to tense as a small amount of pain mixes with pleasure. “Please,” she whispers, tone pleading whilst her hands leave your jaw, threading through your hair and scratching at your scalp, needing you to do more.

The action however stops you, your mind once again returning to the memory, remembering the same way she let her fingers slide through his blonde, how she pulled his head closer to deepen the kiss, disgust filling you at the unwanted thoughts that followed. Did she do this when he fucked her too? Tug on his hair like she does with you when you push her over the edge over and over again? It sickened you, the mere thought of them, making you break the kiss off, uncomfortable with what was going on. You needed to know what you meant to her, what the two of you were.

“Wanda, stop,” you croaked out, your hands stilling her hips as her mouth ghosted over yours, her body pulling back immediately at your tone, the lustful look in her enchanting green dissipating into concern.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, eyes searching yours as her fingers brush some of your hair back affectionately, only further increasing the confusion stirring inside you at her tenderness.

“What are we?” you ask, vulnerability swirling in your eyes as you look up at her, her body still on top of yours, her brows furrowing at your question.

“What?” her tone acts confused as she avoids your gaze, a harrowing sense of dread filling her at what she thinks you mean, not wanting to talk about what the two of you were. She wanted you, she knew deep down that was all she wanted, but she couldn’t. You were wrong for her, something to be ashamed of. Her love for you was shameful. She just wanted to be normal.

“What are we doing?” You ask, keeping your gaze on her as you whisper the words, scared to hear the answer but needing to know whether she cared about you. “I saw you and Vision at the party…” your words trail off at the way her eyes instantly snap back to you, guilt and something undecipherable washing over her face whilst you continue, “I just- I thought we were-” you cut yourself off with sighs, not wanting to say what you mean, too scared to be rejected.

“Were what?” her tone hardened slightly, scared you were going to say something that would make her confront herself, a small part of her hoping you’d still say you were something more. She crushed the small glimmer of hope just as fast it came, her reluctance to be like that too powerful. She wasn’t one of them. No, she was going to be normal. She was going to have Vision and he was going to give her everything she’d need to fit in.

“I thought you cared,” you murmur in a quiet voice, the small tone of your voice creating a dull ache in her chest, her features softening momentarily before confliction etched its way onto her face.

“I do care,” she sighs out, trying to figure out how to unravel her messy thoughts and put them into a sentence, her hands moving to brush her own hair back in a stressed manner, her head looking away from you to try and distance herself momentarily. “What we are is… casual,” she says after a moment, a nauseous feeling stirring inside her at saying the words, knowing that they weren’t true. She was just making another excuse, coming up with another stupid reason to not have that conversation with you.

You scoff at her words, feeling the bottled up anger from the last few days seep into your veins, your gaze conveying your irritation at her as she meets your gaze, her fingers anxiously playing with one another at your reaction.

“You know that’s not true,” your tone matching her provoked one, shaking your head in disbelief as she looks away from you, trying her best to not let you see the tears threatening to spill as she tries to stop the feelings towards you.

“We agree on this being casual, no strings attached,” Wanda manages out, the brunette biting down on her lower lip to stop it trembling as she builds up the courage to look at you, preparing for the pain that would envelope her heart at the idea of hurting you.

“But Wanda-” you try, wanting to argue that this was never just casual, the two of you always having been drawn together.

“No,” she interrupts, not willing to hear you out. “We agreed on that and-” she pauses, hesitating over her own words which only disproves her point, “Nothing has changed for me. If it's changed for you we need to call this off." 

Her words pierce your heart, the usual playful look in your eyes replaced with a blank stare as you looked behind her at the lake, forcing yourself to keep it together and suffer in silence whilst contemplating your answer. You should tell her the truth, break off the arrangement to stop any more pain for the both of you, but you were selfish. Having her like this, just a little bit, was more important to you than not having her at all.

“No,” you whisper out, clearly not meaning the words as you answer her, “Nothing’s changed.”

“Good,” her tone is shaky as she mutters the word, not having it in her to call out your blatant lie.

Once the two of you grew silent, you realised she was still on your lap, the brunette moving off you swiftly and apologetically before sitting next to you, not leaning her head on your shoulder as she usually would, simply staring out at the scenery in front of her as she truly grasped how hard it was going to be to stop the way she felt towards you.

She’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

Chapter Text

Lifting your head off the desk at the sound of the bell dismissing class, you wiped your tired eyes and bitterly watched as every one else packed away their textbooks and pens, the smiles on their faces as they messed around with their friends, planning on how to spend their weekend whilst you simply sulked in your seat, waiting for your detention to start.

It had been a couple weeks since the conversation with Wanda and it had seemed that the universe wanted you to suffer more, teachers constantly picking you up on ‘misbehaving’ when you didn’t even actually do anything wrong, your truck’s tyre popping costing you an inconvenient amount of money, MI 13 pushing for an answer on your University application and Aunt May deciding to go on holiday with her new boyfriend, unaware that you needed her company to stop yourself from overthinking everything, just needing the older woman’s comfort.

You were tired. You were so incredibly tired of everything. There was a constant weight in your chest, your mind unable to ignore the onslaught of doubts and insecurities that gnawed away you, the reminder of how your heart had been split into hundreds of pieces by the woman across the room from you ever present as you felt her concerned eyes on you, her actions contrasting her worry as she walked away slowly, her arm wrapping affectionately around Vision’s, the blonde soon pecking her cheek, only further dampening your crestfallen mood. It was suffocating, the reminder that she’d never truly be yours, but that stupidly didn’t stop you from seeing her, something else your exhausted mind would berate you on.

You were just so confused. You knew what you wanted, you had always known you only ever wanted her, but you knew you shouldn’t want someone who was ashamed to be with you, someone who would rather neglect their issues than face them. You knew all this, but you still did it anyway, the high of being with her leading you back to meet her practically every night, the brunette worse than any drug you could be addicted to. Your body craved her, your mind, your heart, you constantly longed for her despite knowing the pain it caused you when you’d have to withdraw from her, your feelings repeatedly forced down further and further every time you planted a fake smile on your lips, trying to act as if you weren't disappointed with yourself for letting this drag on for so long.

You could feel your thoughts slipping down a negative spiral, a deep sigh escaping you as you simply longed to feel in control of something, to stop your anxiety manipulating your thoughts, but it seemed that nothing was going your way as Professor Fury walked in, the worst teacher possible for detentions entering the classroom, causing you to roll your eyes at the ceiling carelessly, feeling an annoyance bubbling inside you. Just your fucking luck.

“That’ll be an extra ten minutes Y/n,” the professor says without even looking up from the desk at the front of the room, your lips shutting instantly before you sighed out in irritation, unaware of how Wanda watched the interaction curiously as she waited for Vision to grab the last of his things, noticing the mask you put on slowly crumbling away.

***

Lolling your head back against your truck, you stared off into the empty car park you were currently in, the tranquil atmosphere wrapped around you a clear contrast to the racing thoughts in your mind, doubts, insecurities and ridicule tangling together, only adding to your stressed out state.

You had spent the last hour and ten minutes drowning in the battlefield that was in your head, your heart and mind constantly at war with one another with what you should do, still unable to make a decision on whether you should call this off or not as you waited for Wanda to arrive, unable to stop yourself. You were like a broken record, repeating the same conflicted thoughts over and over again, the word ‘casual’ ringing around in your head painfully until you had to push everything away completely at the sound of her footsteps, a small smile attempting to creep up on your lips, the usual playfulness lacking in your eyes.

“Hey,” she murmured, gaining your attention, her brows furrowing marginally at the forced expression on your face, guilt stirring in her stomach as she couldn’t ignore the brief glimmer of hurt that was visible in your tired eyes. She knew her words that evening had cut deeply, left a wound that would take time to heal and she hated herself for it, she still felt sick every time the memory of that conversation would torment her thoughts, her own mind just as confused and anxious as your own as she struggled to accept everything that was going on. She knew that the two of you should have broken this arrangement off when you lied to her, the brunette seeing straight through every fake smile you offered her, she knew it was the right thing to do but she was selfish. She didn’t want to lose you, she couldn’t, so she pretended that seeing you change didn’t gnaw away at her, she excused your constant thinking to be about your final exams, she did anything she could to make herself believe the two of you were back to normal, despite how wrong that was.

“Are you ok?” she murmurs softly, noticing how you were so consumed in your thoughts before she joined you in leaning against your vehicle, concern evident in her expressive green as she observed you, the care in them making your heart flutter briefly, the corner of your lips tugging up a little more, smile turning genuine at her tender look.

“Yeah, I’m better now that you’re here,” you whisper, trying to be playful and charming as usual, ignoring the berating thoughts as you feel yourself slipping your mask back on, wanting to be ok so she would have fun with you, needing to hear that angelic laugh of hers to help everything else just fade away.

“Are you sure?” she asks softly, reaching down to let her hand take a hold of yours affectionately, knowing how much you craved physical contact when you wanted some sort of comfort, your eyes leaving her enchanting eyes to stare at your hands interlocked, stopping yourself from vocalising any of your unwanted thoughts as you didn’t want her to slip away from you, to pull her hand away from yours and leave you all alone.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions flooding throughout you. “I just had a long, frustrating day,” you mutter, letting her hear the irritation in your voice as she assumes it was simply just the detention with Professor Fury that had annoyed you, not even realising her clinging to Vision had such an effect on you.

At your words, her features soften, sympathy growing on her face before an idea enters her mind that would help you both get out of your own heads, mischief appearing in her eyes as she moves her body closer to yours, pressing into your side as you tilt your head down to meet her gaze, enticing green peering up into yours seductively.

“Well, it’s a good thing I know something we can do that might help you with your…frustrations,” she purrs out, warmth pooling at the pit of your stomach at the low rasp added to her insinuating words by her accent, your mouth parting as you hesitate on your answer.

It was such a bad idea, you didn’t just want to be someone for her to simply hook up with, a casual fuck, you wanted to be something more, you wanted it to mean something, but it was never going to. You knew that, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting her, your body unable to resist the way she looked at you with that hopeful and pleading look, the heat consuming your body begging you to just give in once again. You were already some kind of secret, sexually explicit love affair, so why not?

***

Pushing her body up against the side of your truck parked at the lake, you couldn’t help but groan at the desperate noise that spilt from her lips as her hands clutched at your body, pulling you impossibly closer whilst her mouth chased your passionate lips, gasping into it at the sheer intensity of your actions. Her mind fogged with arousal at the way your hand cupped her jaw, the usual loving touch still there despite the overwhelming amount of lust poured into the hot and dominant kiss, your tongue effortlessly slipping into her mouth and sliding lewdly against hers as she moans against you, nails digging into your waist as she held onto you for support, her knees feeling week at how desperate she was for you.

“Fuck,” she muttered against your lips, arching her back off the metal behind her to press her body further into yours, needing your touch as she could feel heat swiftly pooling between her thighs, the ache that only you could sooth with your sinful touch coming back to haunt her mind as your hand drifted to her hair, threading through teasingly to toy with her. “Please,” her voice was laced with desire as she panted the plea against your fervent lips, hand sliding up the fabric of your shirt to grasp at the collar, pulling you back to her mouth, too addicted to the feeling of your lips claiming hers to let you pull away for a second, your own head spinning as your thoughts fade away, the only thing on your mind the woman in front of you, begging you to do more.

“Tell me what you want,” you mutter against her burning skin, lips trailing along her jaw, teeth nibbling taunting whilst your hand glides down her body, caressing her hips in that intoxicating way, pressing firmly to have her curse out lowly at the sinful yet caring touch, her head lolling back against your truck as your kisses descend to her neck.

“You,” she sighs out, and you can’t stop the way your heart pounds against your chest at her breathy tone, the word going straight to your head as you wished that for a split second she meant what you wanted her to, that she truly wanted you, all of you. “I want you, I need you, she pants, “Do whatever you want to me, please just make me come,” she begs, sliding her fingers through your hair, scratching at your scalp to make you groan against her throat, a deep sigh escaping you

Wanda still needed your touch to get replace of the feeling of his large hands that did nothing but disappoint, her body craving relentlessly for pleasure to crash through her, to be satisfied in a way only you could satisfy her, fuelling her desperation for you as your teeth teasingly scraped against the sensitive skin at her throat, the arousing touch making her moan your name out seductively, the noise and tone of her voice engraving itself into your mind.

You left her neck hurriedly, needing to feel her mouth moving against yours but paused at the sight of her, the way her lips lingered open, waiting for you kiss them, slithers of green left in her eyes as they darkened, the usual soft and alluring emerald replaced by sheer desire as she waited for you to something, anything, to her that would help ease the throb between her thighs.

All you could do was smirk at her pleading and desperate form, your leg slotting between her thighs cruelly, teasing her as you let your lips ghost hers, lulling her into the trap of trying to chase them before pulling away, letting your lips slowly meet the shell of her ear, moaning softly at the way she shamelessly grinds against your leg to further torment the brunette.

“You need me that much?” You rasp out mockingly, a hint of a condescending tone seeping into your voice causing heat to rise to her cheeks, turning bright pink as she lets out a shaky breath under your dominant gaze when you pull away from her side, waiting restlessly for you to just give her what she wanted. 

When she avoids your gaze, too busy taking in your ruffled hair and kiss swollen lips, you let your fingers guide her chin up, forcing her to look at you as you continue teasing her. You wanted to drive her mad with desire, to have her begging you to touch her, to kiss her, to let her fall over the edge and scream your name as loud as she could. You wanted her to go insane with the idea of you.

“What do you need?” You hum out in a tantalising tone, your fingers naturally coming up to brush back a stray strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear, the action causing warmth to envelope the brunette’s heart whilst your tone causes her walls to clench around nothing as she let her hips roll against the part of your leg she could reach, a smug smile tugging at your lips at her desperation. “My thigh? Fingers? Mouth?” you punctuate every question with teasing kisses, pressing your knee further against her core, earning a low groan before letting one of your hands slide down her body to her ass, guiding her against your leg at a torturous pace.

“Any of them,” she groans out, leaning forward to let her forehead rest against yours, her face flushed at the effect you had on her. “All of them,” she whispers after a moment, showing how desperate and needy she was. She craved you.

“Shit,” you mutter out at her words, your mouth crashing to hers hungrily, stealing her breath away before deciding to move this to the back of your truck, the pillows and blankets already set up. “Backseat,” is all you mumble out between heated kisses, your hands never leaving one another's bodies as you stumble into the back of the vehicle, your back against the soft fabric whilst you encourage her to straddle your thigh, sit upright to claim her lips once again.

“Y/n, please,” she whimpers out as you guide her hips along your thigh, her eyes closed in pleasure at the way her clit brushed the fabric of her soaked panties, your lips refusing to part from her skin as you kiss her neck, desperately wishing you could mark her and leave her a memory of your time together.

“Shh, just use my thigh baby,” you mumble against her skin, a guttural moan leaving her lips at your tone and use of endearment, her hands moving to your shoulders, nails digging in whilst she rolls her hips, breathy sighs falling gracefully from her lips at the sparks of pleasure shooting through her. “That’s it,” you praise softly when she starts to grind harder against you, hips rolling unabashedly as she simply chases the euphoric feeling, a whine leaving her at the way your words go straight to her core. You smirk at her reaction, letting yours fingers follow the fabric of her shirt down to the hem, sliding under it patiently as you wait for her to nod its ok, the care you always show stirring something inside Wanda, the brunette pushing the thought away when she brushes her clit against you perfectly, arousal clouding her mind.

When she nods, you let your fingers gently grasp the material, pulling it over her to head to reveal her soft and delicate skin, your eyes showing nothing but awe as you gaze up at her, smug smile planted on your lips as you lean forward to brush soft kisses along the top of her breasts. One of her hands move to thread through your hair, encouraging you to stay where you were as you pepper kisses against her burning skin, her hips relentless as she chases the pleasure she’s been craving, your hands caressing her hips tenderly, squeezing occasionally before gliding up her body, your fingertips trailing light touches up along her spine to meet the clasp of her bra, waiting once again for her permission to continue.

After another nod, you expertly unclasp her bra with one hand, her arms moving to help you quickly take the lace off her, discarding it somewhere carelessly before letting your hands return to her enticing curves, gliding up her skin at a slow pace as you appreciate every part of her exposed skin.

She whines your name impatiently, her own hands tugging at your shirt, needing you to take it off to feel your bare skin pressed against hers, to feel the intoxicating warmth of your body, her needy actions making you smirk against her collarbone, teeth nipping playfully before you pull back, giving her what she wanted. Her hands instantly go to your exposed back, nails scratching down your burning skin, making you groan against her chest as you finally move your kisses to the soft flesh, one of your hands cupping her breast, fingers teasingly brushing over her sensitive nipple whilst your mouth lavishes the other in attention, sucking and swirling your tongue over her in the way you knew she loved it.

“Fuck,” she groans out sinfully when you pull back from her chest, a string of salvia connecting your mouth to her skin before you brush it away shamelessly, smirking up at her before switching to her other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention as her hips rut against your thigh, pleasure clouding her mind as she teeters on the edge of a powerful release. “I’m so close,” she pants out, tugging on your hair desperately as her rhythm starts to falter, movements turning frantic making you leave her chest to crash your lips to hers, both of you drunk on desire.

“God, you’re so desperate,” you groan against her lips, a whimper leaving her at your husky voice, the way your hands move to guide her hips, pushing her even closer to having pleasure overtake her. “Getting off on my thigh like this,” you mutter, smirking into the hungry kiss as she tries to focus on something other than the way her clit rubs against you, trying not to come without your permission but struggling to do so. “Do you need to come for me, baby?” you rasp out, letting your teeth gently bite down on her lower lip, dragging it back sinfully before releasing it, ghosting your kiss swollen lips against her flushed ones, her eyes pleading with you to push her over the edge.

“Yes,” you hear her moan out, her nails leaving crescent shapes at your shoulders as she clutches onto you, mouth chasing yours eagerly to try and dampen the sinful sounds spilling from her lips.

“Yeah?” you sigh out in a teasing and taunting tone, earning a shy whine as she continues to roll her hips against your thigh, your gaze admiring how pleasure etches its way onto her face. “Come for me,” you murmur into a kiss, trying to swallow every moan of pleasure that’s ripped from the back of her throat, her hips rocking once more before an even louder cry of your name is torn out of her, pleasure and ecstasy crashing through her, consuming her entirely and making her eyes squeeze shut. Your gaze drinks up every little reaction she offers you as she rides out her euphoric high, your eyes softening as you watch her come undone on top of you, fingers gently brushing up and down her back as she pants, trying to recover.

A blissed out smile sneaks onto her lips, the sight intoxicating and stirring something else inside you as she looks at you in a way that has your heart fluttering, her eyes still blown with lust but also containing a soft, loving glint, a switch going off in your mind. You didn’t want to tease her anymore, you simply wanted to worship her, show her how much you appreciated her, loved her, even if she didn’t feel the same. It was your silent confession.

Your hand tenderly cups her cheek as she admires you, fingers brushing over her red cheeks as she leans into your touch, observing you curiously as you slowly lean up to meet her lips, a gasp leaving her at the intensity of the kiss. It wasn’t messy or desperate, it was soft, loving and tender, her mind unable to comprehend the amount of care you poured into the kiss as you gently flipped the two of you over, her back softly making contact with the blankets, her hair splaying across the pillows, the sight of her ethereal.

“Y/n,” she whispers against your delicate lips, your eyes gauging her reaction to your silent confession as you brace your body above hers, enamoured by the sight of her beneath you. You can hear something lacing her tone, your eyes watching her softly before she cups your face, bringing you back for another intimate kiss, pouring just as much passion into it.

Wanda knew she shouldn’t want to kiss you like this, like you were lovers, but she didn’t care. She yearned for you to kiss her again with such care, to kiss all across her body in such a loving way, to make her feel as if she could be yours for just a moment. She wanted to savour this, savour that small glimmer of hope that convinced her she could love you, even though she knew she shouldn’t. She wanted to be yours, that’s all her heart longed for, but she couldn’t disappoint others by not being normal, her mind dismissing the traditional mindset engraved in her as she let herself pretend that the world around her faded away. She could be who she wanted with you right now.

One of her hands move to wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand down her body as she couldn’t wait any longer, the incessant throb between her thighs unbearable as she needed to feel your fingers and your mouth, her mesmerising green peering up into yours as she pleads with you to worship her. You smile softly at her desperation, kissing her with care as you both moan into the tender kiss, your hand moving hers back up her body, pinning it above her head before letting your fingers drag down her exposed skin, revelling in the way her muscles twitch in anticipation under your sinful touch.

After your hands deftly unfastens her jeans, sliding the clothing off her effortlessly, you go to move your kisses down her body, her fingers tightening in your hair as she whimpers, not wanting you to move away just yet.

“Please don’t stop,” she murmurs as she brushes her lips over yours, delirious with the feeling of you so incredibly close to her, the way you consumed her mind and had warmth flowing through her entire body. Your eyes flicker away from her intoxicating lips to see the soft and vulnerable look in her eyes as opens up to you briefly, needing to feel your care and acceptance, your features softening as you kiss her forehead, comforting her before letting your mouth claim hers intimately, pouring every ounce of care you had for her into it.

Your fingers contrast the innocent and tender kiss as they slip under the waistband of her underwear, toying with her nonchalantly as you focus on the gentle pressure of her lips against yours, the feeling of her breath fanning over your lips every time you parted for a split second before connecting them again, addicted to the feeling of her. Teasingly, you gradually let your fingers slide down her intimacy, eventually reaching her soaking folds and making her moan into your mouth, sighing at the feeling of your digit moving to her clit and circling it gently. Her hips buck at your tantalising touch, a soft, desperate noise leaving her at the feeling of finally being touched, your free hand interlocking with hers, pinning it at her side gently as her lips mould against yours, stealing your breath away.

When your finger circles her clit a little firmer, pleasure sparks through her body, the intimacy of the moment adding to the arousal clouding both of your minds as a broken moan escapes the brunette, the noise being swallowed by your eager mouth, your lips tugging up into a smile at her reaction.

“Do you need more?” You rasp out teasingly at her whimper, your finger now ghosting her entrance, gathering the abundance of arousal that’s pooled between her thighs before slowly thrusting your finger in, her mouth parting from yours in a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

“Yes, please,” she whispers, her fingers that were interlocked with yours squeezing your hand, clutching onto you as you thrust your finger into her a little faster, forgoing with the soft and torturous pace, wanting to watch as she loses herself to pleasure.

You kiss her a final time before moving your kisses to her jaw, the brunette letting you move away from her lips despite still craving them, her eyes opening to watch as you travel down her body, kissing every inch of her skin lovingly as you still curl your finger deep inside her, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach as you hit her sweet spot with every pump of your finger.

“So pretty,” you mumble without even realising it as you brush your lips over her delicate skin, in awe of her beauty as you reach her hip bone, teeth scraping over her skin, her hips twitching at the action, before sliding your finger out of her to help take off the last item covering her body, wasting no time in settling between her legs once it was removed. Your lips kiss her inner thighs as they wrap around your head, one of her hands threading through your messy hair as you slip two fingers into her, curling them beautifully inside her to have her whimpering your name, not caring how loud she was being as you were alone.

“Fuck,” she curses, accent lacing her words when your tongue tastes her arousal, a deep groan escaping you which causes her hips to buck against your mouth at the vibrations.

“Baby,” you mumble against her, one of your hands wrapping around the back of her thigh and holding her hips still as you eat her out. “You taste so good,” your tone is laced with desire and love, your voice making her head spin even more whilst you explore her sensitive sex with your eager mouth, sinful sounds falling from her lips.

“Shit, I love it when you do that,” she moans, your lips wrapping around her clit and sucking gently, her nails scratching at your scalp as they tangle in your locks, trying to push you impossibly closer to where she needed you. “Please,” her voice a low sigh, the noise soft and sensual as your face nuzzled closer to her core, your lower face coated in her arousal as she was just so addicting, tongue swirling over her clit whilst you continue to thrust your fingers into her, a wave of pleasure crashing through her when you suck a little harder and curl your fingers at the same time, her orgasm swiftly building as she clenches around you.

“I’m so close,” she moans out when you don’t relent with your sinful actions, cutting herself off with a guttural noise as her back arches off the blankets, fingers tightening their grip in your hair as you push her over the edge, her hips bucking against your face as a pleasure floods through her. You slow your actions only marginally as she rides out her high, your name echoing around the car as she sighs it out, lost in pleasure whilst her aftershocks wrack through her, her heart pounding in her chest at the overwhelming feeling of love and ecstasy. Her laboured breathing turns into a moan at the sudden wave of pleasure that takes over her when you don’t pull away, wanting her to come on your fingers again.

“Can you do one more?” you husk out, peering up into her enchanting green, your fingers slowly thrusting in and out of her as you wait for her to answer you, your lips pressing against her thighs as she stares down at you, lost for words as her mind is still fogged with euphoria.

“Yeah,” she pants out after a minute, a smirk gracing your lips at her words as you hungrily return to her core, your tongue swirling around her clit expertly whilst you curl your fingers against her sweet spot, her body still sensitive making her hips cant up, grinding against your face as she chases another high. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” she whimpers out as you flatten your tongue, letting her guide herself to another release, unable to stop the groan that leaves you at the way she desperately clenches around your digits, her hand in your hair keeping you trapped between her thighs, her legs tightening around you as she tenses at the electric feeling sparking through her.

When her legs start to tremble around your head, moans growing louder, breath becoming more laboured, you can tell she is close, your actions remaining the same as you wait for her to simply crash into her release, your eyes watching the way her free hand gropes at her chest, back arching once again at the wave of pleasure coursing through her, the coil in her lower abdomen about to snap.

“Shit, I’m coming,” she chokes out, her body tensing at the onrush of pleasure, head thrown back against the blankets as she moans out your name. A pleasant buzz consumed her body as she rode out the aftershocks of her powerful release, the brunette’s body practically going limp in your arms at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

You watched tenderly as her muscles and body slowly relaxed whilst you continued to lick at her core, groaning at the taste of her cum on your tongue as your eyes fluttered shut, indulging  in the calm and peaceful moment as long as you could.

Your actions only stopped when her hand softly tugged on your hair, silently asking you to stop, which you did so immediately before sliding your body away from between her legs, slowly making your way back up her body, kissing her skin in an adoring way as she watches you with a tender smile, love evident in her eyes.

Eventually, you reach her face, your eyes gazing into hers longingly before you press a gentle and affectionate kiss to her temple, your lips lingering against her warm skin as reality suddenly crashes down on you, the fact that this was all just temporary piercing your heart.

You felt the lump form in your throat instantly, the weight from earlier tugging forcefully on your heart as it fractures once again, your emotions doing an one eighty as you pause your movements, ignoring the way her fingers start to caress your hips as she revels in the feeling of your body pressed comfortingly against hers, still lost in her delusion and unaware of your switch in demeanour. When you feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes at the fact this wasn't real, you pull back, moving to lay next to her and letting her body roll closer to yours, tilting your head slightly so she couldn’t see the hurt present in your eyes as your thoughts drown you in despair, her face naturally moving to the crook of your neck, basking in the warmth and safety you provided as her hand settles over your chest, feeling the beat of your heart, oblivious to the pain radiating throughout you.

It was in that moment that everything clicked in your mind, the suffocating reminder that you were only ever going to be a brief escape to her tearing a gaping hole into your chest, her reluctance to face her sexuality pushing you over the line. You couldn't do this anymore. You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t love her, that it didn’t hurt to see her with him, to see her lying to herself every time she kissed him, kissed you. It was too much. You had to call it off.

You had made your mind up, you didn’t deserve to be hurt anymore. You deserve someone who loves you, who would call you baby and never keep you hidden away like a shameful secret. You deserved more and because of that, you were done with her. You didn’t want to be, you still wanted to love Wanda but you knew now how wrong it was, how unfair it was to the both of you to keep dragging this on.

It was over. Nothing would change that, even if she called it love.

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The deafening silence of your apartment suffocated you as soon as you shut the door, your fingers twitching subconsciously by your side as you felt anxiety and panic clawing its way up your throat, your gaze hurriedly looking around the apartment to find something focus on besides the feelings you’d be bottling up on the way home. It tore you in half to act as though nothing was wrong for the rest of the night, to smile at her in that loving and adoring way knowing it would be the last time as you waved her goodnight, to kiss her a final time, to kiss her goodbye. It broke you, but you refused to acknowledge it, too scared of drowning in your sorrows. You didn’t want to feel this way, you didn’t want to feel the overwhelming sense of pain and loneliness, to listen to your screaming thoughts in the silent room, the claustrophobic doubts clouding your mind at the decision you made. You couldn’t handle having to face everything, to face the fact it was over, the fact that the one person who made you feel free was never yours. She was never yours.

You could feel your chest tightening at the relentless thoughts, your mind begging you to do as you always did and push everything away, to just pretend you were fine and put a smile on your face as if nothing was wrong. You tried to get the corner of your lips to tug up, to put a brave face on as your empty stare took in your apartment, but your lower lip inevitably trembled, struggling to fight the anguish coursing through you. You couldn’t do this.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your crushed form made its way through the hallway to your room, looking longingly at May’s room as you passed it, desperately needing her comfort right now. You needed her to tell you everything was going to be ok, to hug you and soothe your worries but she wasn’t there. You were alone once again. You always ended up alone, it wasn’t fair.

You shut your door a little harder than you intended as you reached your room, your legs giving way as everything crashed down on you at once, a broken sob painfully being torn out of you. Why? Why did it have to end like this? Why did you have to love her? Your hands clutched at your head as you curled up into a small ball, knees pressed against your chest as your back rested against your door, body shaking with cries as the damn that was keeping your emotions in check burst. Your chest felt hollow, an agonising emptiness settling there as your palms pressed against your eyes, trying to stop the floods of tears escaping them whilst the joy and love that was once consumed your heart was replaced by a gnawing ache. Why couldn’t she just love you?

The question tormented your thoughts, your cruel brain dragging you down a despondent and painful trail of thoughts as you tried to control your ragged breathing, the panic and anxiety of feeling so out of control still burdening you.

Why was she so scared? Did she not think you were worth loving? Were you worth loving at all? Was it just casual? Were you an experiment? Why her? Why did you have to love her? Why does it hurt so much? You didn’t even do anything wrong. All you did was fall in love.

You drifted down the spiral of these thoughts, unable to stop yourself as they plagued your mind for what felt like hours, your body exhausted with the overwhelming feeling of heartbreak whilst you wiped your eyes once more carelessly, trying to get a grip of yourself.

The weight in your chest remained constant as you stared off at your bed feeling numb, your body drained as you slumped against the frame of the door, fingers brushing back your locks in a stressed manner as your thoughts continued to race, only pausing when your eyes caught a glimpse of something peeking under your bed, a ripple of unease stirring within you.

Gradually, you pushed yourself off the floor, making your way to your feet as you stood unsteady, limbs feeling numb and heavy as you took a reluctant step closer to the box, another stab of agony directed at your heart as you realised what it was.

Polaroids and various mementos of your secret times together with Wanda filled the small wooden box, leaving you powerless to another onslaught of tears brimming at your eyes as you stared at the item, conflicted on what to do with it. Part of you was tempted to open it, to recall the memories of every single photo you took, to remember the way you felt when she kissed your cheek before snapping a picture, the way your heart fluttered when she would look at you with mirth in her eyes when you would point the camera at her, offering you a loving smile as she waited for the click every single time. The other part of you wanted to throw the items away in anger, to hate her for tainting the memories but you couldn’t. They meant too much to you, she still meant too much to you.

A deep sigh left you as you used your foot to push it out of sight, hiding it further under your bed like a dirty secret because that’s what it was, that’s what you were. You could feel the irritation bubbling inside you at the thought, your jaw clenching in annoyance as you stared at where the box was, another wave of hurt washing through you as more memories and thoughts tormented you, reminding you of the gaping wound in your chest.

Why weren’t you enough?

***

The corridors of the college campus were filled with students smiling and grinning at one another, cheers erupting from the back of people's throats as everyone exited their last exam, finally free for the summer. Your expression contrasted the elated people pushing past you in a rush to leave, your defeated gaze searching for a certain locker as you planned to talk to Wanda today, to confess everything before telling her you were leaving, having accepted MI 13’s offer in England, needing a change of scenery. It was all too suffocating here, the reminder of her, what happened to your parents, you needed a change, no matter how hard it would be to leave everyone behind.

You eventually made your way to her locker, looking around to see if people would notice as you slipped the post it note through the small slits, asking her to meet you at the carpark behind your work. You lingered at the metal cupboards, a sense of dread filling you at what would inevitably happen later, the idea of heartbreak and tears causing a wave of nausea to take over you, your gaze lifting from the structure to stop your thoughts drifting down that path but accidentally making contact with her enchanting green as they gazed at you from across the hall, time seeming to slow down around you.

The people around you faded away as you felt that familiar tug on your heart, your smile not reaching your ears as you offered her one last fake one, desperately trying your best to keep it together whilst the corner of her lips tugged up at your actions, excitement evident on her face as she was eager to see you tonight.

Wanda had known you had been busy recently wanting to study for your exams, the two of you not meeting up for a while, but she couldn't wait to spend the summer with you, to laugh all night long and be herself with you. Her heart longed to be with you again like that one, tender night, the memory of that kiss haunting her mind in all the right ways, her body aching for you in such an affectionate way again. She wanted to feel loved by you, to be seen and truly appreciated in private before letting reality and the expectations of her drown her again. She needed the escape you offered her.

The brunette took a step forwards, hoping to talk to you but the sight of a familiar blonde stopped her, Vision’s smile soft as he distracted her, the sight of the two of them cracking your heart once more. You kept your face stoic as he brushed back a strand of her hair, her lips stretching into a loving smile as she peered up at him, kissing his lips briefly in an attempt to keep up the appearance with him, to you, the sight an interaction between a couple of lovers. A wave of bitterness washed through you at the fact he could be with her, he could show his love for her in public, your mind swiftly pushing the thoughts away as you knew there was no use in going down that spiral again, simply trying to stop the pain radiating in your chest by turning around, refusing to look anymore. You couldn’t watch her live her life a lie.

Unbeknown to you, when she could, her eyes flickered away from his piercing blue and the blush painting his cheeks, her smile soft as she forced herself to enjoy his company as he wrapped an arm around her waist, talking nonsense to her as her green frantically searched for you. She had to try and hide the way her brows furrowed at your tense posture as you pushed past people to leave, a glimmer of disappointment appearing in her eyes as she had hoped to talk to you and congratulate you on finishing your exams. The expression swiftly faded when he asked her something, her answer pleasing to him as she tried to keep the appearance up, ignoring the ache in her chest at the way you walked away, leaving her feeling alone.

***

Exhaling a final puff of smoke, you savoured the last of your cigarette before dropping it to the floor, using the heel of your boot to crush it into the ground when the sound of those familiar footsteps grew closer, your heart pounding anxiously in your chest, dreading what was about to happen. Your mind was tormented by the anticipation of what was about to occur, images in your head flashing by at the different ways this could end, unsure of what the best scenario would be. Would you want her to shout at you, to scream at you for breaking it off? To have her tell you she hated you so it would make things feel a little easier? Or would you rather her stay quiet and suffer in silence? Letting you watch helplessly as you carved a hole in her heart, unable to comfort her as you were the reason she was hurting. God, you didn’t want to hurt her.

A deflated sigh escaped as you couldn’t decide what reaction would be the best, but you knew deep down a part of you hoped she would do neither and ask you to stay, that she’d confess her feelings to you and learn that she didn’t have to be ashamed of you, that being with you wasn’t abnormal or something that made her a ‘freak’. You only ever wished she could accept herself.

Before your mind could repeat any more thoughts like a broken record, you watched in the corner of your eyes as she approached you, her smile practically reaching her ears making the chain on your heart tug forcefully. She looked so happy, you didn’t want to take that away from her.

“Hey,” she murmured out softly, her tone conveying her excitement as she leaned against your truck, biting her lower lip in that adorable manner as she tried to contain her enthusiasm, the expression dropping at the conflicted expression engraved on your face. “What’s wrong?” Her tone was tender as her mesmerising green peered up at you, every swirl of green containing care as she gauged your reaction to her words, the way pain flashed in your eyes before your mouth opened and closed, hesitating on your words.

At the glimmer of distress in your eyes, Wanda couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease crawl down her spine, a lump forming in her throat at the way you avoided her gaze, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to compose yourself, trying to stop the doubts in your mind as you had to do this. You couldn’t let this drag on anymore, you couldn’t.

“Wanda, I…” you trail off, building the courage to say what you felt but struggling to put it into words, a gnawing thought at the back of your mind begging you to tell her nothing was wrong, to carry on pretending.

Her intense green observed you with concern and apprehension at your vulnerable state, her heart rate increasing with every passing second as you tried to find the right words, the excitement and joy swiftly draining from her face as you finally continued, the words slicing straight through her chest.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you manage out, not hiding the pain in your voice as you spoke in such a raw tone, the worry that was brewing within her now flooding through her veins, her body almost flinching away from you at your words, moving to stand opposite you with anguish clear in her expressive gaze.

“What?” She whispered out, refusing to truly comprehend your words as you looked at her, your usually bright and playful eyes staring back at her despondently, acting as though the world around you had lost all its colour.

“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t be a dirty secret, I want to call it off,” your words cut deep and you know they do, your face showing your sorrow for hurting her as she lets out a breathless laugh, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, her lower lip trembling at the pain radiating in her chest, her heart bleeding anguish into her veins.

Her head turns away from you, desperately trying to keep her emotions in check, the sight of you only further cracking her heart as her eyes glossed over completely, the tears flowing down her cheeks as she couldn’t stop herself, it hurt too much.

“Why?” she croaks out, hesitantly letting her gaze meet yours, an overwhelming feeling of despair drowning her as she looks into your equally broken eyes.

“You know why,” you murmur out, trying to keep your voice soft as you still wanted to comfort her, to soothe her pain. You were desperate to pull her into your arms, to hold her close and let her face seek safety at the crook of your neck, to press your lips to the top of her head and whisper tender words to her but you couldn’t. You were the reason she was crying and it tore you apart. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair.

“I…” Wanda couldn’t find the words to argue back, to say she didn’t know because she did. She knew that you had changed after you lied to her, she knew that you loved her but she refused to accept it. You couldn’t truly love her, it was wrong. She couldn’t let herself be loved by you, by a woman. She refused to make this real, she was unable to let the bubble the two of you created burst and let reality crash down on her. Why couldn’t you just continue to pretend? She wanted everything to go back to the way it was, she didn’t want this. She didn’t want to lose you, but she couldn’t admit the truth.

“I love you Wanda, I always have,” you whisper, your words laced with honesty and all the emotions you felt towards her, your tone so soft and tender that it causes a stray tear to slip from her eyes at how she wished she could let herself be loved by you, that she wasn’t taught this was shameful all her life. The hope and desire was brutally clawed away as soon as it came, the brunette powerless to the merciless grip her traditional mindset had on her, teachings from her childhood ringing around in her head as she forced herself to stop the feeling.

“No, you can’t, you can’t love me,” she chokes out, struggling to stop the lump in her throat from affecting her voice, desperate to sound composed and not as though anxiety and insecurities gnawed away at her sanity. “It’s wrong,” she sighs out, nausea bubbling inside her at the way your face drops at her words, the way you can tell she’s trying her best to use her denial to shield her pain.

“It’s not wrong,” you sigh out, taking a step closer to her, hands naturally reaching out to hold hers, letting your thumb brush over the back of hers tenderly before she pulls away from you, using her hands to wipe away the tears lingering on her cheeks. “It’s not, I promise you it’s not,” your words only further torment her, the ache in her chest constant as she wants to believe you, she really does but she can't. She won’t. “I know it’s hard to accept that you’re-” You try, but she cuts you off.

“Don’t,” she grits out, tone raising, a sudden harshness lacing her words as you furrow your brows at her, shocked at the disgust corrupting her green. “Don’t say it, don't make me say it, I’m not like that,” she mutters, pain underlying her words as your face grows sympathetic, unsure of how to help her. You just wanted her to stop running away from the feeling, to keep making excuses or giving stupid reasons as to why she couldn’t accept herself. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Why couldn’t she see that?

“Wanda-”

“No,” she doesn’t even let you disagree, leaving no room for argument as you sigh, lowering your gaze to the floor, trying to collect your thoughts. You knew she wasn’t going to admit to herself she was into women, and you weren’t going to force her to accept herself, but you needed to know if she ever loved you back or if this was really just casual. It couldn’t have been, could it?

“I won’t make you say it,” you murmur out, keeping your gaze locked on hers, losing yourself in her green whilst you build the courage to ask her. You were scared of the answer, none of the possibilities your mind could come up with were good, but you had to know. Your mind would drive you insane if you didn’t. “But Wanda, I need to know, did you ever feel the same?” Your voice wavers as you ask her, a cold fear underlying your words as it spreads throughout your body, anxious thoughts trapping your mind as you were terrified to know how she felt.

Hesitation is evident on her face as she looks at you, clearly conflicted on what to say as you longingly look at her, heart pounding wildly against your chest as you wait for her to speak, the silence deafening as her mouth opens and closes, lost for words.

“Please be honest,” you murmur out in a pleading tone, not hiding the fear that consumed your body, “Did you love me?”

“No,” she croaks out, meeting your gaze before looking away, nausea making her head spin as she utters the word, her trembling hands moving up to her face to stop the sob that wanted to force its way out of her.

The pain that you had felt previously felt like a mere prick to your heart compared to the sheer agony that ripped its way through your body, her words leaving a scar on your heart that you’d forever carry with you. It hurt, fuck, it hurt so much, but not because she said she didn’t love you, no, her words destroyed you because she looked you right in the eyes and lied to your face. You could see it in the green you loved so much, you’d spent enough time with her to know how to read her, to tell when she was telling you the truth and she wasn’t.

A scoff left you at what she managed out, the sound turning into a breathless laugh to stop yourself from breaking down, your hands roughly wiping your cheeks as you avoided her gaze, an onslaught of anger gripping your heart. You wanted to scream at her with everything you could, to confront her and call her out but you didn’t have it in you. You wanted to hate her, to resent her and tell her here how you never wanted to see her again, but the words refused to leave your mouth. Despite everything, you didn’t want her to hate you. You didn’t want to lash out at her and make her think of you like that. You weren’t like that.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing deeply, you tried your best to compose yourself before saying anything, your gaze catching a glimpse of her distraught green and only reminding you of the pain that slashed through you moments ago, your eyes squeezing shut in hopes that the pain would simply vanish and let you collect your thoughts.

“Good luck, Wanda,” you manage out of a few more deep breaths, your tone attempting to be soft but still containing a hint of sarcasm and irritation as you look at her, gaze softening as you take in her watery green.

Wanda’s brows furrowed at your words, at the tenderness she could sense in your voice, her mind lost to a sea of confusion. Why weren’t you shouting at her? Why didn’t you hate her? You should hate her. Her mind begged you to stop being kind to her now, your always caring self emerging when it shouldn’t. She didn’t want you to be loving and caring now, she needed you to hate her to make things easier, she needed you to stop.

“I hope he makes you happy, I really do,” you continue, each word pushing the knife further and further into her heart as well as yours, the fact that there was a hint of truth in your words twisting the blade as you partly meant them. You only ever wanted her to be happy, even if it meant she was with someone else.

“Y/n…” She tries but nothing follows the whisper of your name, your trembling lips pulling up into a soft smile as best you could.

“Don’t,” you murmur softly, stopping her from trying to prevent you from saying what you needed to. “I just hope you know you can’t run away from…this forever,” you whisper, stepping closer to her as you build up the courage to say goodbye to her, your hand hesitantly moving to cup her cheek, the brunette naturally leaning into your touch, trying to savour the little comfort it offered.

When your eyes met, a whirlwind of emotions crashed through you both as you got lost in each other's eyes, trying to prolong the impending farewell as you didn’t want to lose one another. You tried to memorise each swirl of green that you fell for, her eyes searching yours to let the comfort you provided engrave itself in her mind, knowing she’d need an escape from reality.

Tentatively, you leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead, a kiss goodbye as you lingered there, a shaky breath falling from your lips before you whisper one last thing to her.

“I’m sorry for loving you,” you apologise softly, never having wanted to hurt her with your feelings, your words the tipping point for her as the sob finally leaves her lips, her hands reaching out for your body subconsciously, needing your comfort but stopping as you pull away from her, her body paralyzed by the heartbreak consuming her. “Goodbye Wanda,” your voice is barely above a whisper as the words escape you, your eyes refusing to look at her, not needing a painful memory to haunt your mind as you step away from her body.

Wanda could only watch through her blurred vision as you walked away from her, the ache in her chest increasing with every step you took, amplifying the loneliness she felt as you left her alone to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. 

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Twelve Years Later

A defeated sigh tiredly left her lips as her eyes gradually fluttered open, adjusting to the dark room as mere slivers of moonlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, only partly illuminating her shared bedroom. The light reflected off the gold band wrapped around her finger as she adjusted her position on the bed as quietly as she could, her despondent green flickering over to the clock, noticing how it had just gone past midnight before letting her gaze drift to the other side of the bed, taking in the sight of his short blonde hair as he slept peacefully, an occasional snore escaping him.

Wanda couldn’t stop the other sigh that fell from her lips, her fingers pushing back her auburn locks carelessly before holding her head in her hands, trying to untangle the mess of thoughts swirling around in her head as she struggled to sleep. The weight of the day pressed heavily on her shoulders as she thought back to the argument she had with Vision, his words and the ring on her finger a reminder that she was nothing more than his wife, nothing more than a mother to their children, the one thing everyone told her should be enough. It should be. She was supposed to be lucky to have this; a ‘loving’ husband, a family of her own, a large house and a steady income, she should be grateful but she wasn’t because this wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted more, she wanted… to be loved, to be appreciated, to be seen. She just wanted to be seen again, her mind unable to stop herself from thinking back to the last person who ever made her feel this way.

Her heart fluttered at the thought of you, your soft, playful and casual smile that you always offered her, the way your eyes overflowed with mirth and joy as you teased her and did everything you could to make her laugh and smile, to make her feel as though she was the only thing in the world that mattered. 

The warmth and longing that wrapped around her heart was quickly stripped away as she continued to think about you, the wound on her heart that had never healed making its presence known as that broken look in your eyes resurfaced in her mind, the way despite your world was crumbling around you, you still tried comfort and care for her.

Your soft words painfully rang around her head, haunting her as the guilt of that day consumed her, that familiar nauseous feeling stirring inside her as she sighed once more, giving in to the thought of that day. She hated herself for hurting you, she regretted choosing others over herself that day and lying to you, for saying she didn’t love because she did- no, she didn’t, she couldn’t face the truth. She still couldn’t. It was engraved into her, her mind punishing her for wanting to be different, to be something other than normal. It was wrong, yet she still wished to think of you that way, needing an escape from the unfair world she was stuck in.

She missed you. Her mind, her body, her heart, had missed you, her entire being craving you in every way possible. She longed to feel your soft fingers brush back her hair, to tuck it behind her ear and gaze at her with love overflowing from your eyes, to smile tenderly at her as she propped her head on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart to help her relax. She needed to feel your laugh stir warmth in her as she endured your light-hearted teasing, to feel the blush rising to her cheeks, tinting a vibrant pink as you would continue to tease and torment, making it up to her with a delicate kiss or a more sinful one, not that she minded. She also missed playing with your fingers, a habit you didn’t judge her for as she grew anxious about something, simply offering yourself to her comfort and console her, something she desperately needed now. She just wanted to be understood.

At the conflicting emotions flooding through her and overwhelming her confused mind, she groaned quietly in frustration, sliding her hands down her tired face before checking on Vision to make sure he hadn’t woken up, a snore confirming he hadn’t and causing her to swiftly sneak out of the covers, pulling a dressing gown over her shoulders to cover her body as she made her way over to her drawers. Carefully, she opened the wooden furniture as quietly as she could, pushing away the various clothes hiding the small box tucked away at the back, her fingers gently wrapping around it before pulling it out, holding it close to her chest as she slipped out of the bedroom, making her way downstairs to sit outside on the patio chairs.

The gentle glow of the moon was enough to illuminate the items in the box as she slowly opened it, matching polaroids filling it to the brim as she felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes at the nostalgic feeling bubbling inside her, the whirlwind of emotions the photos stirred in her making her exhale a shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the first polaroid, a sad smile gracing her lips as she admired the pictures of the two of you, remembering the event as though it happened yesterday.

A click caught her attention as she turned away from the sunset, Wanda’s brow raising at you as you leaned against the pillows in your truck, camera pointed at the brunette as she let her gaze savour the sight of your cocky smile as another click sounded around the car.

“Have you ever thought about modelling?” you mumble from behind the camera, a comfortable silence briefly wrapping around the two of you as you waited for the photo to print out, Wanda’s shy but equally amused smile enough to tell you her answer. You loved how the two of you didn’t always need words to communicate, a simple look, touch, or shared smile was enough as you stared at her, taking in her expression.

“What do you think?” she mumbles sarcastically as she turns around to face you, naturally shuffling her body closer to yours as she peers over at the polaroids you had taken of her without her realising, her green flickering from photo to photo, smiling fondly at the one of you sticking your tongue out whilst she slept on your chest, the peaceful look on her face as she relaxed with you.

“I think you have,” you mumble playfully, encouraging her to straddle your waist as she settles there comfortably, wrapping her arms around your neck loosely as you peer up at her, adoration evident in your eyes whilst you admire every feature on her face. “Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you murmur after a moment, too busy getting lost in those enchanting green, convinced they were hypnotic as you always managed to lose yourself in them.

“Flirt,” she mutters, the blush on her cheeks and the shyness tinting her tone letting you know your words caused butterflies to swarm her stomach, her smile growing that little bit wider as you lean forwards, letting your lips ghost hers whilst your hand moves the camera to the side subtly, waiting for the perfect moment to snap a picture.

“I’m just telling the truth,” you whisper, your free hand caressing her hips whilst one of her hands cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek gently, a glimmer of love briefly appearing in her eyes before she pushes the thoughts away, stopping herself from letting the words spill from her lips at your enamoured look. Instead of confessing, her lips meet yours tenderly, a smile breaking out on both of your faces as she hears the familiar click of the camera, her lips pecking yours once more before she tilts her head to look at your hand trying to balance the camera in a good position, her eyes rolling at your actions and love bubbling inside her.

A single tear fell from her eyes gracefully at the memory, lingering on her cheeks until her trembling fingers reached up to brush it away, to brush away the pain of remembering you brought her as she placed the polaroids down, the smiles on your younger faces almost mocking her for what she didn’t have anymore. She didn’t have you and… she never would.

***

Your eyes drifted from the endless road in front of you as you passed the large metal sign stating ‘Welcome to Westview’, a small smile creeping onto your lips as you returned home after all those years away, your head tilting to the side as soft pants met your ears over the quiet music. Lucky’s tongue was sticking out of his mouth as he waited impatiently in the seat next to you, his golden ears twitching back when he heard the sound of the window opening next to him, his adorable face poking out of the car as you drove through the streets of Westview, nostalgia crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

Every building you passed by dug up unexpected memories, the small town being somewhere you had explored every corner of in your youth either with Natasha or…her, the memory of the brunette causing an ache to settle in your chest, reminding you of how she left a scar on you.

You would be lying to say you hadn’t thought about the other woman, Wanda having consumed your thoughts far more than you would have wanted over the last twelve years, somehow still owning a piece of your heart despite everything that had happened. It still hurt, the words she said to you, they still plagued your thoughts and tormented you, but you tried your best to push them away, to focus on yourself and your life instead of the possibilities you could have had with her, the life you had always longed for.

You knew it was unfair to think about but part of you hoped she still thought about you, that you still haunted her thoughts the way she did yours, a deep sigh escaping you as you shook the thoughts away. No, you wanted her to be happy, to have moved on from you and hopefully find the life she always wanted, even if you still hadn’t found your true place in the world yet, your time in England ending on a sour note.

Before you could even feel bitter about the events of the last couple months, your gaze caught sight of the old convenience you worked at as you stopped at a red light, the way the old building had been abandoned and fenced off completely caused a suffocating cloud of longing to wrap tightly around you, blurring your thoughts together as you yearned for things to go back to the way they were, for things to have never changed and forced you to grow up. You wanted to be young and in love again, to have no care in the world as you drove down the streets in the middle of the night, singing your hearts out like you were the only people to exist. You wanted to feel free again.

It was wistful thinking and you knew it was, an almost mournful expression taking over your face as your youth slipped away from you like a melody fading in the distance, your thoughts drifting away from you until you heard the car behind you beep as you hadn’t moved, the light now green. You apologised by raising your hand and swiftly driving, keeping your gaze focussed on the tarmac in front of you instead of the memories picking away at your thoughts, trying to stay concentrated on making your way to your new house.

The rest of the car ride passed by smoothly, your thoughts trained on the brief traffic surrounding you and the music softly spilling from your speakers until your new truck pulled up into a large driveway, your gaze taking in the house you had just bought. A small sense of hope and excitement bubbled inside you at the idea of a fresh start, at the fact you were home, a genuine smile stretching across your lips as Lucky’s tail starts to wag, ready to get out of the car and explore his new home.

You secured the car and opened the door, the golden retriever eagerly hopping out and sniffing around the grass nearby until he eventually followed you to the front door, your fingers digging through your pockets to find the key as you heard a few raised voices next door, your gaze briefly flicking over to your neighbours house and watching as a blonde man stormed his way out of the house, dressed up smartly and looking as though he was late for work. You were curious as to what had happened, your eyes watching his tense movements until it looked like his head was turning your way, your gaze snapping away immediately, not wanting to intrude. Instead of staring, you twisted the key in the door, deciding you would introduce yourself to them at a more suitable time as you let Lucky run into the house, his tail seeming to never stop wagging as he ventured across the house, the boxes in your car waiting to be unpacked.

***

A heavy breath left you as you carefully placed down another heavy box, your hands wiping away the sweat building on your forehead as you panted slightly, your eyes taking in the sea of cardboard boxes filling your living room, the occasional sound of Lucky’s squeaky toy filling the quiet house as he played in the other room. After bringing in another box filled with various items, you decided to take break, walking through to check on the bundle of fluff as he sat on the rug you had just set up, your eyes rolling as he had an expensive bed literally in the corner of the room to sit in before making your way through to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a drink to refresh yourself.

The cool water was pleasant as you sipped it, your feet naturally taking you to the window at the front of your house as you stared out into the neighbourhood, taking in the few houses you were near. You briefly tried to guess things about the people who lived in each house to pass the time, your gaze inevitably drawn back to the house with the arguing couple earlier, a puzzled expression taking over your face. You weren’t sure why you had this pull to them, why you were so desperate to know more about them, the curiosity eating away at you as you continued to stare for a moment, getting lost in your thoughts when some movement caught your attention, your hand placing down the water as you observed her.

Her auburn hair stood out to you, her slender fingers pushing back her locks tiredly as she locked her door, her face hidden away from you as she turned to walk down her drive, her body language clearly defeated. A small wave of sadness trickled down your spine at the woman’s despondent figure as she climbed into her car, waiting for a moment as she collected herself, clearly struggling with her home life before starting the car, something undecipherable clouding your thoughts as she drove away, almost leaving you feeling alone.

You sympathised for the mysterious woman before pushing away the strange sensation stirring in the pit of your stomach and the odd sense of familiarity she caused before deciding to take a longer break from unpacking and take Lucky for a walk, part of you wanting to see how much things had changed and admire places that were still the same, needing something to distract you from the image of your neighbour.

A nostalgic smile was engraved on your face for the next forty minutes as you strolled down street after street of your old home town, your eyes taking in the way old stores you would visit had changed or refurbished, your feet subconsciously taking you towards Natasha’s old house, knowing that Melina and Alexi still lived there. You smiled fondly at the familiar house, memories of how you would sneak in and out of the window at the back making you chuckle, the stupid rebellious things you and the redhead did without people knowing, always amusing to you. You continued down the street, going past the old hideouts you shared with Nat where you drank for the first time, smoked for the first time, got high for the first time, doing all sorts of things together before you had to leave. Your smile dropped a little as you remember how hard it was to leave her, the two of you staying in contact as much as possible but struggling to as life inevitably got in the way, responsibilities and adulthood taking precedence.

After exploring a little more, you started to head back home, taking the quicker route as the two of you were growing tired and eventually found yourselves back on your new street, watching mindlessly as a red car drove passed you, only concentrating on it once you saw it pull up into the drive next to you, your curiosity peaking.

The sight of two young brunette boys jumping out of the car made your brows raise a little, the way their wide grins and elated expressions were directed in your direction as you passed their drive, well, more Lucky’s direction as they ran down the path to say hello to the golden dog.

“Can we say hi?” One of the boys said, his tone polite but clearly laced with excitement at the presence of a dog, Lucky sitting down, body wiggling as his tail wagged, knowing he was about to be fussed about, his tongue hanging out his mouth almost comically as the boys grinned at him.

“Of course,” you say softly, crouching down next to Lucky and lowering yourself so you were at a closer level to the boys, smiling at them as your fingers ran through silky fur, “He’s extremely friendly.” At your words, the brown haired boy who asked you the question immediately reached out to pet Lucky, the other one clearly more timid as he slowly let his hand approach the golden tufts on the dog’s back, his smile tugging up that little bit wider at the soft feeling. You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped you at the first boy gushing over Lucky, the boy’s hands squishing his face up adorably as he looked around as though he was in a dog’s version of heaven, the attention making his tail somehow wag even more as you watched tenderly at how the boys interacted with your pet.

“You’re just so cute,” he mumbles as his small fingers play with fur, your hand motioning for the boy to offer his hand out to Lucky, knowing he’d immediately offer him his paw to hold. “That’s so cool!” The boy continues as he shakes Lucky’s paw, his smile practically reaching his ears as excitement bubbles wildly inside him, his teeth on show as he grins, having fun until the sound of his mother interrupts the moment.

“Dorogies, come on, we need to go inside,” their mother shouts from the front door, stepping down the drive to find out what had distracted their boys so much, the corner of her lips lifting up at the sight of Tommy shaking the golden retrievers paw, Billy’s mouth stretched into an elated grin as they interacted with someone, her gaze eventually landing on who they were talking to.

Twelve years of sadness, longing, hope and hurt crashed down on Wanda at the sight of you, the whirlwind of emotions crashing through her almost stealing her breath away as her smile dropped, disbelief evident in her eyes along with a conflicted look, the expressive green unable to hide the confusion coursing through her. It couldn’t be you, you couldn’t be here. She had hoped for this moment for years, dreamt of being with you one more time and having love and affection wrap around her heart tenderly, but now that you were here, crouching at the end of her driveway and looking at her boys with a soft look, she desperately wished she’d never see you again. She couldn’t cope with this, the way you stirred up all those buried feelings again, the way you made those feelings real again. It was as though the emotions that tormented her for over the last decade were a mere ripple compared to the tidal wave that crashed down on her, the sight of you a constant reminder of everything that had happened, a reminder of everything she wasn’t supposed to want.

The guilt, the regret, and the heartbreak echoed around in her mind as she stared at you, a pained expression engraved on her face as she felt her throat tighten like it did all those years ago in the empty car park behind the convenience store. She didn’t want to relive it, she didn’t want the emotions that she let fester deep inside her flood through her, to make it impossible to do anything other that long for what she had in the past with you.

Why did you have to come back?

At the sound of an angelic voice, you lifted your gaze away from the two cheerful boys, tilting your head up to gaze at the woman who had captivated your attention since you arrived, the curious expression and playful smile on your lips washing away immediately at the sight of those green eyes you could never forget.

The world around you faded away, the chatter from the twins a distant murmur as your mouth parted in shock, the sight of a familiar but changed face staring back at you with an equally broken look stirring something deep within your gut as you kept your gaze locked on her eyes, the green still just as hypnotic as you remembered. Gazing into her eyes was enough to tear open the stitches on your heart you spent years trying to heal, your mind feeling overwhelmed as you didn’t know how to feel.

You wanted to feel happy, to smile at her as you had missed her. You’d missed staring into those captivating green, getting lost in each shade and swirl whilst feeling the smooth and soft strands of her hair between your fingertips as you played with them or tucked them behind her ear. You missed the way her smile and gentle laughter blessed your ears and eyes, the way such a simple movement stirred such joy from you, just being with her, just being able to admire her was enough for you. You missed her, fuck, you’d missed her from the moment you said goodbye.

Despite how you partly wanted to feel happy, you couldn’t, old wounds brutally resurfacing as your mind flashes back to the day everything around you fell apart, to when you had to stand and stare at the woman you loved and learn that she was too scared to ever love you, that she didn’t think you were worth the risk of loving. It tore you apart, it tore you apart then and it still does, the memory of the pain that seared your heart crawling down your spine as you offered her a look that conveyed every single emotion you felt.

Her expression only added to the hurt and agony wanting to drown you as she looked at you as if you were a ghost from her past coming back to haunt her, an old dirty secret nearly revealing itself. It broke you, to still feel like a secret as she looked to her boys, trying to keep her voice composed, to hide the tremble in her words as her gaze inevitably flickered back to you.

“We need to go inside now, Dorogie,” She mumbles to the twins, trying to quickly place a mask over her conflicted face before her children notice as well as trying to cover up the small glimmer of disappointment at the way their faces dropped at having to say goodbye to Lucky and yourself.

“Can’t we stay a few more minutes?” Tommy complained, hugging Lucky as to try and convince his mother to give into his wish to play longer, her eyes struggling to stay off you as your expression dropped, her pain evident on your face unlike hers.

“No Tommy, come on,” her voice holding no room for debate as a stern motherly tone tints her words, the twins swiftly saying goodbye to Lucky before waving goodbye to you, a small smile quickly lifting your lips for them before dropping, watching helplessly as she slowly starts to turn away from you, the boys running off into their house.

“Wanda,” you call out without even thinking, her name falling from your lips after all these years and odd sensation, your voice making her pause, turning briefly to look at you, your eyes seeing straight through the mask that was rapidly crumbling away before you.

“I’ve got to go now, I’m sorry,” is all she says before turning her back on you, your form standing at the end of her drive despondently as you watch her walk away from you, tears building in the corner of her eyes. Helplessly, you let the ache in your chest grow with each step she took, the pain amplifying as she shuts the door, trying to close herself off from you and the longing look in your eyes as you stand there, trying to repair your heart once more all alone.

Chapter Text

Having to live next door to the woman who haunted your thoughts for the last decade, who still had a piece of your heart despite everything that had happened, was the cruellest joke the universe could have played on you. It tore you apart a little each day when you’d leave the house and watch as she tried to ignore your longing and pleading gaze, the way she’d try to hurry the twins up to get into the car so she wouldn’t have to interact with you. It felt like she was… repulsed by you, by the feelings you stirred within her and it only pressed against the wound on your heart harder every time. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much and you weren’t sure how to untangle the mess of thoughts in your mind, how to start unravelling the whirlwind of emotions that flooded through you every day when she’d ignore and avoid you.

You couldn’t decide what broke your heart more, the fact that you had to push down everything once again for her and pretend that she was just the woman next door, that she didn’t mean anything to you because she shouldn’t. It brought back all those memories of bottling up your feelings, putting everyone else before yourself and having to experience the dull ache that settled in your chest with every forced smile, every lie you told to make her feel better as that’s all you ever cared about. You only ever cared about her.

The other thing that slowly twisted the knife lodged in your chest was the fact that she had finally gotten the life she always wanted, the life she desperately thought she needed, and she wasn’t happy with it. You knew Wanda, you had known her better than anyone else, you could read her body and understand exactly what was wrong with her with a simple look, and you knew that she wanted nothing more than something different from the life she had built with Vision.

You could only watch helplessly as she pushed herself through each and every day, watch as the two of them would argue constantly when the twins were away at their grandparents or uncle’s house, the way she’d be left with tears in her eyes and no one to comfort her. It broke you in a way you couldn’t imagine, the sight of her wiping her tears on the doorstep as he stormed past her, the many times it had happened and how it hung over her like a shadow. It was a dark presence that loomed over her joy, the corner of her never lifting as high as she’d want them to because of how trapped she felt.

You just wanted to make her smile again, but you didn’t want to interfere, clearly reading the signs that she was still confused and shocked by your arrival, likely still trying to wrap her head around the swarm of emotions that were dug up just like you were.

A deep sigh left you as your hands reached up to rub your temples, your mind unable to stop thinking about her, about the two of you, what the two of you were. You needed to stop driving yourself mad, to just stop thinking about those green eyes for once in your life. It was over, it had been for years and it forever would be. There was no point in torturing yourself by thinking about what the two of you could have been, the fact it could have been you two living with your family like the way you had always dreamed.

Another frustrated noise left you as you couldn’t stop your thoughts dragging you down a negative spiral, your body stilling in your hallways with Lucky’s lead in your hand as you took a deep breath, trying your best to compose yourself before you would inevitably see Wanda, knowing she’d likely be getting the twins in the car soon for school.

It took you a minute to gradually relax yourself, Lucky’s eyes staring up at you, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited a little impatiently, clearly excited to go for the walk when a knock at the door surprised you both, your heart fluttering in your chest briefly. Was it Wanda? You shook the thought away almost as soon as it came, a sudden nervousness crawling through you as you tentatively opened the door, a sigh mixed with relief and disappointment escaping you at the sight of a slightly older woman with a bowl of cookies in her hand.

“Good morning dear, you’ll have to forgive me for how long it’s taken for me to welcome you to the neighbourhood,” the woman said, her eyes raking up and down your body as you were in your workout gear, her smile lifting a little bit as mischief flashed in her eyes, her head tilting in an enticing manner. “My husband only told me yesterday that you had officially moved in,” she continued, her eyes eventually meeting yours, her gaze expressing how she was looking at you like fresh meat, her hand reaching forwards in greeting. “I’m Agatha, I live in the house across the street,” the older woman introduces, her tone cheery as you smile at her politely, shaking her hand whilst observing how her gaze eventually leaves your figure to Lucky, her smile faltering for a minute at the sight of a pet before returning to her joyful state.

“I’m Y/n, it’s lovely to meet you,” you reply kindly, taking the bowl from her with a soft smile whilst thanking her, her fingers lingering against yours, brushing against you purposely before she moves her hand, clearly trying to flirt with you. You brush off her actions, knowing you weren’t interested in her, only one woman present in your mind as the sound of two young boys and their tired mother caught your attention, your head turning immediately at the sound.

You missed how Agatha’s gaze remained focussed on you, watching curiously as the look in your eyes changed to longing as you stared off at Wanda trying to get the twins into the car for school, Tommy seeming to be grumpy as he trudged his way over to the vehicle, a small wave directed at you as he saw Lucky sat by your feet, his mood still sour though. You shyly waved back to the boy as you did every morning, Wanda’s head naturally turning to see who he was acknowledging, her body seeming to freeze momentarily at the sight of you and Agatha, her hand affectionately on your shoulder. A flash of something appeared on her expressive features, your brows furrowing slightly at the hurt you saw before it immediately faded away as she needed to get in the car, the twins running a little late for school.

Reluctantly, you tore your attention away from the other woman and back to Agatha, an intrigued glimmer evident in her eyes as she smiled at you, her hand still on your shoulder making you shuffle slightly, the older woman getting the hint.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I need to get going now,” you say, one of your hands rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as your eyes flickered to the red car reversing out of the drive, catching Wanda’s green once more before refusing to look in that general direction again until she had gone, not needing any more confusion to cloud your mind.

“No worries dear,” her tone is still chirpy despite your rejection of her advances, “If you need anything I’m just across the road,” she reiterates, a small nod coming from you as you place the bowl of cookies on the side in the hall, making sure you had everything you needed for your walk as she continued, “I mean anything Y/n, don’t be shy to come over,” she adds before saying goodbye, the suggestiveness not missed in her voice as you just smile once more, trying to kindly get rid of her.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you softly murmur, locking the front door after she had left you, another deep sigh escaping you as swarms of doubts and insecurities filled your mind, that hurt expression haunting you for your entire walk.

***

Throwing the tennis ball to the bottom of your garden, you chuckled at the way Lucky sprinted to chase after the ball, his body jumping slightly to catch the item as it bounced against the grass, a proud look on his face as he pranced back over to you, excited to continue playing. Your fingers gently threaded through his golden locks affectionately as he dropped the ball for you to throw again, his tongue hanging comically out of his mouth as he stared at the item in your hand as if it was the most important thing in the world, his brown eyes tracking every little movement of your hand as you went to throw it again.

Just as you were about to toss it, the sight of a football being kicked over the small fence caught both of your attentions as it rolled against your grass, Lucky running off to investigate the odd object whilst your head tilted to the side, chuckling at the sight of two sheepish boys looking over the fence. Billy’s face was plastered with embarrassment as he apologetically looked at you, his eyes briefly meeting yours before looking over at the where the ball had landed, his gaze brightening at the sight of Lucky sitting next to it, the golden retriever having stolen both of their hearts. Tommy’s expression contrasted his brother's, the brief apologetic look on his face swiftly turning into excitement once he saw the dog, the brunette always elated to see Lucky and desperately wishing he could spend more time with him, his mouth moving without thinking.

“Can we come and play?” he asked instead of apologising for kicking the ball over or asking for it back, your brow raising at his reddened cheeks as he realised he should have said sorry first, Billy muttering something to himself at his brother’s actions. “Please?” He added sheepishly at the end, another amused chuckle escaping you before you considered his words.

You could tell that both of the boys were eager to spend time entertaining the bundle of fluff, the anticipation in their eyes as they waited for you to respond enough of a hint that they were wishing you would say yes. Personally, you didn’t mind if they wanted to come over and play, the two of them most definitely going to be able to match Lucky’s energy levels and tire him out, the issue was whether Wanda would be alright with it. You didn’t want to seem as though you were meddling in her business or with her family, but you were desperate to find an excuse to stand face to face with her and have a proper conversation, unable to keep ignoring or pushing away the feelings that resurfaced every time you saw her.

“Yes but only if your mother says it’s ok,” you answer, their smiles practically reaching their ears as they run off inside to find Wanda emphatically, your body moving to play with their football as you were waiting for them, Lucky rolling around in the grass by your feet. As you were doing kick ups, the sight of auburn hair caught your attention, your focus slipping causing you to miss the ball as it dropped to the floor, your heart pounding against your ribcage as Wanda stood by the fence, looking over at you with a confused look, her emotions masked as the twins stood next to her, bodies practically buzzing with excitement.

“Are you sure it’s alright if they come and play?” she asks, her voice staying composed and void of any emotion, your features conveying your disappointment as she avoids your gaze, simply looking over the work you had done in your garden instead.

“Yes, as long as you’re fine with it,” you softly murmur, your tone gentle and encouraging her to look at you, those enchanting eyes briefly flickering to yours and almost stealing your breath away, her cheeks tinting a subtle shade of pink as she averts her gaze, focussing on her children instead.

“Behave and have fun,” she mutters in a motherly tone, pressing a quick kiss to the both of their heads before they run off to go to your gate, Wanda’s eyes meeting yours one last time before she tries to turn away, the sight of her walking away from you, still trying to stay away from you, causing a flash of hurt to wash through you.

“Wanda, wait,” you rush out, walking as close to the fence as you could, hope bubbling in your chest at the way her body stills. Hesitation was evident on her face as she reluctantly turned to look at you, the emotions she was desperately trying to keep control of flooding through her as she didn't hide the hurt, confusion and longing in her eyes, your shoulders slumping slightly at her despondent form.

Wanda wanted to talk to you, she wanted to escape reality and savour spending time with you, knowing that you somehow seemed to make the world disappear and lift the corner of her lips no matter what, but she couldn’t. Every time she looked at you she was reminded how she made the wrong choice, how she had the life she was told to have and not the one she wanted. She was also reminded at how loveless her relationship was and how under-appreciated she was, how little she cared for Vision and their marriage as that hopeful look in your eyes stirred more in her than any look he’d offered her for years. You were looking at her with something more, something more genuine, and it always managed to stir something deep in her soul, making her crave your presence constantly. You looked at her as though she was the world, eyes filled with memories of love and joy but also agony and heartbreak, bringing up the events of that day and forcing reality back down on her. It was a meeting of changed souls, you weren’t the same person you were twelve years ago and neither was she. You were both forced to move on.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I’m busy at the moment,” she tries to excuse herself but you see straight through the lie, the wound on your heart tearing open as she meets your gaze apologetically.

“Please,” you whisper out, lacing your voice with desperation as you needed to talk to her, it tormented you not being able to speak to her, to keep everything bottled inside you, your emotions ready to burst. “Please, just five minutes whenever your free,” you plead, the tone of your voice and that same longing look in your eyes making her relive that heart-breaking moment with you, cracking her composure as she nods, gradually retreating at the sound of the twins entering your garden to distract you.

With a familiar ache settling in your heart, you stare at the back of her as she walks away from you, the twins running over with ecstatic grins on your face, forcing you to wipe off the anxious expression on your face and smile at them playfully, the corner of your lips not quite reaching as high as you wished they would, your mind consumed with the thought of their mother.

***

The next hour or so with the twins passed by much quicker than you expected, the constant laughter spilling from their lips eventually evoking a sense of happiness and delight from you at the amount of fun they were having with you. The three of you gave Lucky an endless amount of affection as you played a variety of games with him, competing with one another to see who could throw a tennis ball the furthest for him to fetch, running around your garden like lunatics whilst playing a version of tag as the bundle of joy liked to chase you all playfully until he became tired, deciding to sit for a little bit after having had a drink, the sound of his lapping amusing to the twins.

The small smile on your lips stretched wider at the way Billy collapsed on the ground next to Lucky, carefully leaning into his body and cuddling with the dog in an adorable manner as Tommy asked to play football with you, somehow still full of energy as he ran around chasing your ‘poor’ passes, unaware at how you were just trying to tire him out.

“I thought you said you were good at football,” Tommy teased whilst he panted for breath, his cheeks flushed red from the exercise as a small amount of sweat built on his forehead, your head shaking, a sign of your amusement as you flicked the ball up in a skilful manner, briefly showing off to the boy.

“I am good,” you chuckled back whilst you passed it straight to his feet, a look of realisation appearing on his face as he laughed, playing a rubbish pass back to you on purpose to make you sprint to catch it as a small act of revenge before he started to ask you to teach him some skills, wanting to be able to do more tricks to impress his friends.

Nodding to his request, you moved closer to him to show him the basics of how to start off doing kick ups more efficiently, your body crouched by his as you held the ball, showing him the motion you wanted it to travel in. You were patient with him as you demonstrated how he should do it with the best form, your smile never leaving your face as he attempted to reach his goal of ten without dropping the ball, his cheeks tinting a darker shade of red as he kept messing up.

“Hey,” you softly murmured as you could tell he was getting embarrassed and shy with how he kept failing, his gaze avoiding yours. “You’ve got this, just keep going, you’ve nearly got it,” you encouraged, trying to reassure him as you offered him a calm and tender smile, patting his back in a motivating way as he took a moment to compose himself before attempting it again.

Too busy watching how Tommy did, you missed how Wanda slowly walked out of her house to check up on the twins, wanting to let them know dinner would be ready soon and observe how you interacted with her children. A smile stretched across her face at the sheer joy on both of their faces as Tommy played with you and Billy with Lucky, the genuine sign of her happiness slowly fading as a lump clawed its way into her throat, her heart clenching painfully at the sight of what she could have had. She could have had a life filled with laughter and love, she could have had someone to call home, someone who would care for the family they’d created together and someone to enjoy life with but she didn’t. She wouldn’t let herself be loved by you, by a woman, so she threw it all away to please her family. Why couldn’t she just admit the truth? She didn’t want any of this, she wanted… No, she couldn’t say it.

She hated the emotions flooding through her, the regret and shame she felt whilst she continued to look at you and reminisce on your past together, your words ringing around in her head almost mockingly. ‘You can’t run away from…this forever’ tormented her thoughts, drowning her in despair as she didn’t want to run anymore, she didn’t want to be scared of what it meant but she just couldn’t accept the truth. It terrified her, she didn’t know how to tread through the uncertainty, insecurity and doubt filling her mind when she even tried to consider her true feelings. It felt like she was lost at sea and she knew whose hand she wished would pull her from the darkness and shame that surrounded her, but she knew that would never happen. It couldn’t happen.

A glimmer of defeat appeared in her eyes as she savoured the sight of the three of you, her heart skipping a beat when you turned your head and met her gaze, her lips attempting to pull up into a soft smile whilst your face morphed into concern, the boys missing the saddened look on their mothers face as they ran over to the fence, wanting their mother to join in on the fun.

“Mom, come and play with us!” they exclaimed enthusiastically, wanting to spend time with her whilst also staying with you, preferring to play with you than sit at home with their father who was too busy to pay them as much attention.

“I’m sorry Dorogie but dinner is ready,” she murmurs, her hand cupping Billy’s cheek as he stands near the fence, disappointment etched on both of their faces, the fact they had to leave you upsetting them a little bit. “You both need to come back now and wash your hands before food,” she continues, a weight pulling on her heart at the dispiritedness of her boys, her eyes cautiously flickering over to your inquisitive gaze, her eyes catching the tender smile on your lips, a little irritated at how much it soothed yet hurt her.

“But I don’t want to go yet,” Tommy mutters, looking at you hopefully, wanting you to help persuade his mother into letting them play longer.

“I’m sorry but your Mom is in charge here,” you say to the boys, not wanting to give them false hope as they begrudgingly start to move, Wanda offering you an appreciative gaze before speaking up,

“If it’s alright with Y/n, I’m sure you two will be able to go over again another time,” she softly says, their faces lighting up at the possibility of doing this again, their heads snapping around to look at you, further brightening at the way you nod in approval. “Now come on, dinner is nearly ready,” she says once more, her motherly tone seeping into her words as the twins swiftly say goodbye to you before spending more time saying goodbye to Lucky, your hand dramatically going to your heart as they run off laughing at your theatrics, a small smile present on Wanda’s face before you turn to her, a tension slowly building in the air as you are finally left alone.

Standing face to face with her after all these years was more daunting than you had imagined, a sudden lump forcing its way into your throat and preventing you from saying anything, your hesitant and uncertain eyes staring at her, seeming to get lost in her enchanting eyes whilst your chest tightened. You longingly gazed at every swirl of green you had memorised that day, your eyes slowly drifting from her green to her other features, truly admiring how much she had changed over the last twelve years. It was odd, looking at her after all this time and noticing how the world had affected her, the way her features had matured, the way her eyes held less hope and naivety in them, a hidden sense of brokenness clear for you and only you to see.

You were both a shadow of your former selves as you simply stared at one another, unsure of what to say as the silence spoke volumes, expressing how old wounds resurfaced for the both of you.

“Wanda…I-” you tried but you couldn’t find the words to describe how you were feeling, to explain to her the mess of thoughts in your head constantly tangling together, making it impossible to think clearly without thinking of her. You sighed in despair, your shoulders slumping slightly as your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, her mesmerising green looking just as equally torn and confused as you both failed to find the words to help summarise the years of yearning that coursed through your veins.

“Why?” Is all she can muster out, her voice wavering as you notice her lips trembling slightly, the sight cracking your heart open even more as you see the pain clearly on her face. “Why did you have to come back?” Her voice is barely above a whisper as the words are forced out of her, raw with emotion as she feels tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, her trembling hands coming up to swiftly brush them away.

Her words unsettle something deep inside you, the way that they weren’t laced with anger or venom but heartache and confusion making you feel almost nauseous at how much this hurt you, how much facing your buried feelings tore you apart. It was agonising, realising for definite that she was only avoiding you because it physically hurt her heart to see you again after spending so long desperately trying to forget you, to bury that part of her that she was forever ashamed of.

“I… I had to leave England,” you eventually manage out after taking a deep breath, your mind finally thinking about something other than Wanda, part of you regretting that as the events of the last couple months came flooding back to you, only filling you with more pain and heartache. “It hurt too much to stay,” you whisper after a moment, your thumb subconsciously moving to your ring finger, expecting to twist a small band as it had become a nervous habit, the pad of your thumb simply brushing against bare skin though.

You tear your gaze away from her for a moment, brief memories of your life in the UK flashing through your mind as you remember her, remember how deeply you fell in love with her just for her to throw it all away, to slice open another part of your heart and leave you bleeding out in agony.

When you muster the courage to look at her again, you know she can see the tears threatening to spill, her brows furrowing as curiosity and concern overflow from her expressive green at your troubled state, a sigh escaping you as you owe her at least some explanation, even if you didn’t want to say what had truly happened.

“I was stupid enough to fall in love again,” you whisper, letting out a breathless laugh as you continue, “I thought maybe, just maybe, I could love someone the same way I loved…” Your words trail off as you realise you were about to say ‘you’ to Wanda, her eyes staring at you attentively as her heart pounds against her ribcage, waiting in anticipation at what you were about to say. “I could love someone again but it didn’t work out the way I thought it would,” you mutter out, letting her hear the bitterness in your voice before you take a deep breath, pushing away all the screaming thoughts in your mind. “I just needed to come home,” your voice is small as you look away from her, unsure whether the home you were referring to was Westview or Wanda, the woman standing opposite you somehow still a place of safety despite everything. Why couldn’t you just move on?

“I’m sorry,” she whispers back after a moment, staring at her hands as you both struggle to hold the oddly intimate gaze, your lips pulling up into a soft, appreciative smile as you assume she’s referencing what you had recently gone through, missing the underlying regretful tone to her voice. Her eyes were trained on the gold wrapped around her finger, the words that fell from her lips meaning more than you could imagine as she subtly confessed her sorrow for what had happened between you two. She was sorry for everything, for giving into her desires and wanting you, for believing that she could hide the shameful part of her forever, for lying to you… She was sorry for letting you fall for her first, even more apologetic for falling for you harder but never wanting to admit it, knowing it just made things more complicated.

Letting your eyes drift back to her, you watch curiously at the way she stares at her wedding ring, her undecipherable gaze soon switching to exhaustion and annoyance at the sound of a male voice calling her name, interrupting your moment as her eyes flicker to you, trying to savour the last bit of comfort your presence provided.

“Wanda, can you come and serve dinner now?” Vision called from the patio door, his impatient mood evident in his voice as he asked for his wife’s services, the woman in front of you sighing despondently, knowing she had to go back to the life she told herself she needed.

“I have to go now,” she murmurs before offering you a small, forced smile, your body wanting to reach over the fence and grab her hand, to give her some sort of comfort but you stopped yourself, knowing you’d be crossing too many boundaries.

“Wait,” you say, halting her once more as she turns back to face you, clearly reluctant to go inside. “I know it’s not my place to say anything but I’m here for you Wanda,” your voice is tender and soft, wanting her to know that despite everything you still cared for her, earning an appreciative and gentle smile in return, the prominent ache in your chest lifting at the sight of it as she holds your gaze, losing herself in your caring eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispers before turning around a final time, leaving you standing in your garden with a small, familiar warmth wrapping around your heart, the idea of slowly being able to mend your broken bond causing the corner of your lifts to tug up into a small, hopeful smile. 

Chapter Text

As you were cleaning up the last of the dishes you had used for dinner, your mind roaming for something interesting to think about after your boring evening alone, the twins who you usually entertained on a Friday evening away at their uncle's house, you snapped back into reality at the sound of voices being raised next door, your brows furrowing as you wiped your hands clean, concerned at the noises coming from Wanda’s house.

The sound of the married couple arguing when the twins were away wasn’t a surprise to you, but the sheer amount of shouting was. Normally, you would hear a few raised words, mostly coming from Vision and the occasional slam of a door but tonight it seemed different, they both seemed to be screaming at one another.

You wanted to go over and make sure things were alright as the argument seemed to grow louder, the voices muffled meaning you couldn’t make out what was being said, but you reluctantly decided against it as it wasn’t your place to intervene, to make sure Wanda was alright. By the sounds of it, she was handling herself alright against him, a loud, hostile shout coming from a female voice before you decided to give them their space, not wanting the temptation to go on over there.

Grabbing Lucky’s lead, you quickly found everything you would need for a long walk with the bundle of fluff before heading out, your gaze trained on the house as you passed it slowly, listening to the continuous shouting, having to fight against every instinct that told you to knock on the front door and interrupt them. You hovered as the shouting suddenly stopped, a sense of panic trickling down your spine unpleasantly before it seemed to erupt again, your feet reluctantly taking step after step until you walked away from the house, trying to get rid of the worry building in the pit of your stomach as you roamed around Westview, taking a trip down memory lane once again to try and clear your mind.

***

Turning the corner to enter the avenue you lived on, your gaze immediately caught sight of auburn hair, Wanda’s despondent form slumped on her doorstep as she sat on the edge of it, her fingers deftly wrapped around a cigarette as she took a long, tired drag, seeming to try and lose herself in something other than the emotions forcibly drowning her. The sight of her stirred something inside you as you grew closer, your features softening but also filling with concern as you felt a prominent pain in your chest at how small and broken she looked, a lump forming in your throat when you caught her empty stare. The mesmerising green that hypnotised you were nowhere to be seen as her gaze lacked life, her inner demons clawing away at her and prying away any hope or happiness she had, your mind tormented at having witnessed her in such a heartbroken state.

“If you’re here to say ‘I told you so’, I don’t want to hear it,” she mumbles defeatedly as she lifts her gaze marginally to see your approaching steps, an onslaught of confusing emotions coursing through her as she somehow manages to feel her heart flutter and clench at the same time at your presence, a familiar ache growing unpleasantly in her chest as she wipes away the tears threatening to fall, not wanting you to see her like this. She didn’t want you to see her so lost and confused, to see how you were right. You had always been right. She couldn’t run away from it forever, no matter how hard she tried to stop the shame eating her alive. It slowly tore her apart everyday, even more noticeably when you had returned to Westview, only adding to the pain and longing she felt since you left that day twelve years ago. Why did you have to come back? Why did you have to rip open her heart again and let over a decade’s worth of anguish and agony seep into her blood, consuming her entirely and overwhelmingly. Why did you have to come back and remind her of how much she loved you- No, she didn’t. She never loved you, she didn’t. She couldn’t. She wasn’t like that, she was normal, she was…

Your mouth opened to reply to her but a deep, frustrated sigh escaped her, her head tilting back, looking up at the night sky as she blinked back the tears that were about to fall, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to stop it trembling as she felt bile rising up in her throat for denying everything once again. Why couldn’t she just say it?

She lowered her head from the canvas of the dark sky to look at you, the raw pain in her eyes taking you back at how overwhelmed by sorrow she was, the look soon fading to disgust and shame as she tried to hold the intimate gaze, unable to stop doubts and insecurities picking at her thoughts whilst your features softened as you attempted to comfort her, unsure of what to do as she gradually composed and collected herself.

Wanda hands pressed against her eyes as she focussed on breathing calmly, her throat tightening as the air managed to push past the lump that had formed there, shaky breaths escaping her as her mind continued to race, your approaching steps seeming to speed some of the thoughts up whilst slowing others, her heart splitting into two, unable to chose how to feel. She was just so tired, so tired of wanting to love someone she shouldn’t, so tired of feeling like she was trapped, the walls of expectations and reality closing in on her everyday and suffocating her, her only escape being something that seemed to inevitably push the walls in faster.

You waited patiently for her to calm down as you stood before her, carefully moving to sit on the doorstep with her, Lucky sitting on the floor by you feet as you managed to comfort part of her without doing anything, the warmth of your body being next to hers allowing something soothing to wrap around her heart that was crying out for help, her hands eventually leaving her eyes to wipe away the stray tears lingering on her cheeks.

“That’s not what I was going to say,” you softly whisper, keeping your voice calm and delicate for her, not wanting her to know the whirlwind of pain coursing through you at knowing she was struggling, your mind filling with memories of that sob you caused to rip its way out of her that day, the tears you caused in her eyes. You hated seeing her hurt, it was the one thing you couldn’t cope with, a familiar sense of dread crawling up your spine, ready to corrupt your mind. “I was going to tell you about someone I once knew,” you start off, a hint of nostalgia lacing your tone as she listens to you, her tangling thoughts soon fading as she focuses on you, on how she wants to lean into your body and feel your comforting touch again, the way your bodies always slotted against each other perfectly, your souls seeming to connect. She longed to feel that spark of electricity flow through her body at a simple touch from you, even just a brush of your shoulders as you sat so close, but she refrained from moving any closer, deciding to stay still and silent as she listened, a small sniffle filling the brief silence that amplified your concern for her.

“She’d always tell me how bad smoking was for me,” you murmur, tentatively moving your fingers to wrap around the cigarette that was hanging between her fingers, slipping it out of her grasp and dropping it to the ground, letting your foot crush it with the heel of your shoe, “How I should stop, how I should be thanking her for ‘saving’ my life because she was. She did save me.”

At your words, Wanda turns her head to look at you in the eyes, memories of the many meetings in the old convenience store car park filling her mind as you watched the nostalgia swirl in her eyes, her mind recalling the sheer excitement that would swarm through her stomach as she took those steps towards your truck, ready to feel free from the world. However, the reminiscent look swiftly faded to anguish, your shoulders slumping at the way her eyes flickered away from you, a visible glossiness coating them as she tried to stop more tears from spilling down her cheeks, the corner of her lips attempting to tug upwards as she whispered to you,

“You owe me a cigarette,” her voice wavered as she attempted to tease you, mimicking the tease you would always offer her after she ended your smoke early, earning a small, gentle smile from you as your tender expression encouraged her to look at you again.

Gazing into her eyes once again only stirred more emotions inside you both, your soft stare somehow seeming to still the storm raging on inside her head and heart, the lingering fog more manageable for her as she reluctantly let herself sink into the comfort you provided, a gnawing thought at the back of her mind desperately trying to convey to her that she didn’t deserve your care, not after the pain she caused you.

“I think you owe me more,” you whisper in a delicate tease, offering her a playful smile in an attempts to ease the pain in her, seeming to succeed as a timid smile graces her lips, her hands coming up to wipe away the stray tear that spilt whilst she kept her green on you, relishing in the safety your presence provided. You lost yourself momentarily in her eyes, both of you subconsciously leaning your bodies closer together as your shoulders brushed briefly, sending a spark through the both of you at the mere touch, an electric warmth flowing through you both as the gaze lingered longer than it should have, each passing second amplifying every emotion you felt.

You wanted to let your fingers graze the soft skin of her cheek, wipe away the other tear that trickled down her skin before cupping her face, letting her sink into your palm that was there to comfort and console her, but you knew it wasn’t right. You couldn’t do that to her, offer her that false sense of hope and safety knowing that it couldn’t happen again, you couldn’t do that to yourself. You couldn’t.

“I told you Wanda, I’m here for you,” you murmur, honesty lacing your words as a hint of pain washes over her face at the conflict coursing through her veins, the care you provided tearing her apart. She didn’t deserve your kindness, she didn't, you should hate her for everything, for the lies, for what she did to you, why couldn’t you just make this easier for her? Instead, you had to give her the one thing she craved, the care and look of love she had yearned for over the last twelve years. “Tell me what’s wrong,” you practically coo, her eyes fluttering shut in defeat as she battles between following her heart or her mind, her lower lip trembling slightly, only furthering your worry.

“I can’t,” she croaks out, reluctantly opening her eyes after she manages the words out, a hint of confusion but also realisation on her face as you watch her battle with her demons once again, that desperate look in her eyes as she begs you to not push it further, to push her to face the truth. “I can’t,” she whispers again, emphasising the pain it would cause her as she looks away from you, needing this conversation to end so she could escape the doubts picking away at her mind. “You should probably go home now, Lucky must be tired,” she tries to excuse, looking at the way the bundle of fluff lays by your feet, his head resting on his paws as he sleeps, the walk tiring him out.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” you say without hesitation, a serious tone seeping into your words as you look at her, noticing the way she avoids your pleading gaze. “You don’t deserve this Wanda,” you murmur, expressing your concern for her as she shakes her head at you, the part of her she despises dismissing your words.

“I’ll be fine,” her watery green meets yours, trying to persuade you to stop caring about her for once in your life, the raw look of guilt and regret swirling in her eyes making your throat tighten as you can imagine the thoughts playing on her mind like a broken record.

“I’m not leaving you, not again,” you murmur out, lowering your head slightly to try and meet her gaze as she looks away from you, hoping that you’d get the hint and walk away from her, letting her drown in misery on her own as she had done since you left.

“Please,” the word fell from her lip in a pleading tone, but even Wanda didn’t truly know what she was begging you to do. She wanted you to leave, to stop bubbling pain, hurt and conflict inside her but she also needed you to stay, to let her try and focus on the brief happiness, love and care you stirred within her, her head tilting to look at you, the lingering look her green gave you telling you what she wanted.

“I’m not leaving,” you whisper, highlighting your honesty behind your words as your gaze turned serious momentarily, needing her to know you weren’t here to hurt her again, despite the avalanche of pain your arrival back in Westview brought her. When she stays quiet, a hesitant look in her eyes, an idea pops into your mind, a nervousness growing on your face as the thought may not be the best idea, but you didn’t care if it meant she wasn’t alone.

“I’m not leaving, not without you. Come…Come with me,” you murmur in an apprehensive voice, her eyes widening a little bit at what you were suggesting before continuing, “We don’t have to do anything, we can sit in silence, or we can talk, or we can watch those sitcoms you love, I don’t care. We’ll do whatever you want just please don’t make me leave you alone like this, I can’t do it again.” At the rawness and regret seeping into your voice, she realised the sheer amount of torment the memory of walking away from her caused you, further confusing her as her features subconsciously softened at the pain in your voice, her mouth parting, unsure of what to say.

It wasn’t going to be a good idea, you both knew that as you longingly looked at each other, waiting for the other to say ‘no’, to not let this situation get any worse but neither of you did, you simply kept looking at each other as though the world around you was fading away, leaving you both to remain locked in the moment. All Wanda knew right there as you stared at her with a look that expressed more than what words could, was that she wanted you. She wanted your safety, your care, your comfort, just you.

***

Relaxing against your sofa, Wanda’s eyes travelled across the décor in your house as you wandered off to find the two of you a drink, trying to figure out what you were like now but failing as her focus soon switched to the bundle of golden fur heading her way, the corner of her lips inevitably tugging up at the dog’s actions. Her heart melted a little at the way Lucky effortlessly hopped up onto the sofa to join the other woman, his body circling a couple times in the spot next to her before dramatically flopping, his head moving to prop itself on her knee, sensing she needed a little comfort. His eyes looked up at her as her fingers naturally moved to pet him, her slender digits trailing up and down his soft locks as he sighed in a satisfied manner, pleased to be given the head scratches whilst a chuckle left her lips at his adorable state.

Her attention remained focussed on him as she let herself slowly relax further against your soft pillows, her fingers mindlessly playing with tufts of fur as her eyes took in some of the photos on your wall, the one of a young Natasha and yourself standing out to her as well as one of you hugging an unfamiliar woman, a sense of curiosity stirring in her as she let her gaze linger on the framed photo.

Oblivious to your return, you paused at the frame of the door with her requested glass of red in your hand to stare at her, a strange sensation consuming you whilst you observed the other woman, a lump forming in your throat. It felt… teasing to look at her like this, the domestic sight of her almost mocking you for how you never got to have her in your life like this, the way she was curled up on your sofa, with your dog, in your house an image that would make you ponder and wish things were different. Why couldn’t things have just worked out?

The thought played on your mind momentarily before you pushed it away, remembering the only reason she was here was to be comforted and not left to suffer on her own, your mind clearing of any selfish thoughts or desires you had as it wasn’t the time. It never seemed to be the right time.

Sitting next to Lucky, a smile found its way to your lips as his tail started to wag, creating a sound similar to a beating drum against the sofa at his excitement to see you, his head remaining on Wanda though as he was far too comfortable to move, your gaze following his to the soft and less despondent look on her face, a small feeling of triumph floating through you at the lack of tears threatening to spill.

“I think he likes you,” you playfully whisper whilst sitting back, turning the tv on quietly to have some background noise as Wanda sipped on her drink, a small smile stretching across her lips, hiding some of the nerves building inside her at being alone with you in private, the alcohol attempting to ease them. Nodding to your words as she was unable to find the courage to reply, a silence seemed to brew between you both as your gazes locked onto the tv screen, mindlessly watching whatever show was on as your fingers stroked Lucky’s back whilst Wanda’s his scratched his scalp, neither one of you wanting to be the first to speak up, leaving you both to your thoughts.

Her mind naturally went to the earlier events of the evening with Vision, her jaw clenching as frustration wrapped tightly around her heart, spreading like wildfire at the words he had shouted, at the words she had shouted. The argument had started by a small remark from the blonde man, purposely irritating his wife about the cleaning and triggering over a decade’s worth of bottled up emotions to force their way out of her as she finally reached her breaking point. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t live this life with him anymore, she wanted more. Wanda wasn’t a servant or a slave, she wasn’t put into existence to serve him his food, clean and take care of the kids despite everything that was engraved into her. She wanted more, she deserved more. She had dreams and ambitions, she wanted a life she enjoyed, a life where she woke up in the morning and was excited about the day ahead of her and the happiness that would consume her. She wanted a life full of love and excitement, a life with someone else, a life with… It didn’t matter if she wanted it, she couldn’t have it, she couldn’t have you.

Sitting next to you after all this time caused her thoughts to roam about your life as her eyes occasionally flickered over to the photo of the unfamiliar woman, a strange feeling of jealousy building in her as she wanted to know more about you, about your life in England. You had managed to move on, to be happy it seemed, how? It tormented her, the other woman never truly getting over what had happened between you as she threw herself straight into Vision more committedly, deciding to push the issue away rather than confront it like another aspect of her life, part of her wanting to know how to deal with it all as it all seemed to pile up and drown her now. Why couldn’t she move on? She needed to.

After drinking and sitting in silence for a while, the deafening lack of noise started to annoy Wanda, her hand lifted her glass to finish her wine in an attempt to build the courage to ask you a question, her gaze turning to you, inviting you to meet her curious green.

“Can you tell me about England?” She tentatively asks, breaking the quietness that had surrounded the room as you offer her a gentle smile, a wave of happiness growing on your face as you see her guard seeming to lower, becoming more comfortable and less overwhelmed than before.

“It… It was amazing,” you say in a whisper, smiling to yourself as memories over the last decade flood your mind, reminding you of how much you loved the place and the city you were in. “It was beautiful but in its own unique way,” you start off with, struggling to think of a way to describe it, “I loved it, the city of London, the people, just everything. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life there but things don’t always work out ,” the happiness in your voice clearly fades away to the end of your words, only further amplifying the curiosity in the woman next to you as she can’t help but admire your features, her green travelling across your side profile, appreciating your beauty before she realised she was staring, letting her gaze drift to Lucky who hopped off the sofa to leave you two completely alone.

“What happened?” she questioned a little cautiously, your smile dropping momentarily making the woman next to you wish she never asked. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me that,” she mumbled but you just shook your head, deciding there was no point in keeping it a secret.

“No it’s ok,” you softly murmur out, needing to say it out loud and get it off your chest, even if Wanda wasn’t the right person to be sharing it to. You needed to say this for yourself, to acknowledge that it had happened and move on completely from it. “I made the mistake of falling in love again,” your tone is gentle despite the hurt underlying it, Wanda’s attention focussed solely on you as she listens attentively. “Gamora, my best friend,” you say whilst motioning over to the photo of you and the dark haired woman, having caught Wanda staring at it a couple times, “Introduced me to a work friend of hers, Valkyrie. We hit it off instantly, it was um… passionate to start with before we both realised we wanted more. I wanted more with her,” you confess, the memories of tender nights with her, loving caresses and delicate touches filling your mind as a small smile made its way to your lips briefly as you remembered how deeply you loved her. That was always your problem, you loved too much. “Cut to a few years later and we were engaged, I thought I’d finally found the right person to spend the rest of my life with but it turns out she didn’t feel the same.”

Your gaze lowers from the tv to the floor as the haunting image replayed in your mind, a deep, frustrated sigh escaping you as it still angered and hurt you to this day, the knife in your back twisting violently as you try your best to vocalise another painful experience that would torment you forever.

“A couple weeks before the wedding, I came home early from work to surprise her but instead… I caught her in our bed with her maid of honour between her legs,” your voice wavers as you manage to get the words out, a bitterness lacing your tone as you felt the onslaught of frustration and hurt gnaw away at your thoughts, your eyes flickering over to hers momentarily to gauge her reaction.

Wanda’s features softened as she listened to you, knowing that you never deserved that, her heart physically hurting for you as you deserved to be loved right. She knew how caring, compassionate and tender you were, how you remembered the little things about people and made sure they were always alright, you should never have been hurt by Valkyrie or herself. You hadn't done anything wrong, you never had.

“The worst part was, she had the nerve to blame me,” you say in a breathless laugh, slowly exhaling to stop yourself from getting too annoyed, words falling from your lips freely, “She said she only went to Carol because it was clear I was still in love with someone else.” Almost instantly, you realised you shouldn't have said the words to her, a look of confusion swirling in her eyes before the realisation kicked in, a tension building in the room as you looked away in embarrassment and fear, not having wanted to send more racing thoughts through both of your minds.

“Were you?” She asks in a delicate whisper, a familiar ache tightly gripping both of your hearts as you both realise what you could have had, the different lives you could have lived if it had just worked out.

Part of her wants you to say no, begs for you to say no as insecurities pick away at her mind mercilessly, reminding her of how wrong it was to think of you in that way, to think of loving you whilst the other part did everything she was against. She didn’t have it in her to pretend anymore, she was exhausted from pushing it down, of lying to herself, berating herself for wanting something, for wanting someone. Despite how frightening and reluctant she was, she needed to confront herself, there was no use in coming up with another excuse or a stupid reason. She… wanted you, that’s all she ever wanted. She loved you.

All the doubts swarming her head were nothing compared to the yearning she had for you, everything seeming to click into place in her mind as she finally realised you were always worth the risk of loving. You made her feel like she was living, that she was lovable and that there was a reason her heart was beating in her chest, sending warmth through her when she’d stare at you. It was your eyes she wanted to get lost in as she relished in the sound of your laughter filling the room, it was your hair she wanted to play with mindlessly as you relaxed against one another, that inevitable spark going through her at the slightest of touches you’d offer her. It was you she wanted to love.

Catching the various emotions swirling in her hypnotising green, you hold the intimate stare whilst your features soften, pausing before answering as the shared silence expressed more than words could. Your lips parted as you went to answer her honestly, your heart beating wildly in your chest as longing evidently consumed your features, the movement causing her gaze to lower, drifting to your lips and unable to look away as you wet them subconsciously. All the other woman could think about was what it would feel like to kiss you, to kiss you like you were her lover this time, not holding back anything.

When her eyes flicker back up to your stare, all you can think of is the memory of how her lips felt against yours, your mind cruelly imagining the feeling of them crashing to yours now, despite how wrong it would be. If you concentrate hard enough, you could feel the ghost of them brushing yours tenderly, conveying every single ounce of longing the two of you felt into it, a kiss that would heal the wound of your heart or tear it completely into two.

“I think I’ve always been,” you confess, your heartbeat pounding in your ears at the brief silence that envelopes the room, feeling as though it lasted an eternity, time seeming to slow as you both subtly move closer to one another, confusion drowning you. You didn’t know what to do as you watched the gap between the two of you gradually lessen, your head tilting marginally as hers did, welcoming the advances as your lips got closer and closer, your faces mere inches apart as you gaze at her lips, not knowing what to you. You wanted to kiss her, you’d been wanting to for the last decade, but you couldn’t do it all over again if it meant getting your heart shattered once more, you wouldn’t be able to survive the heartache again.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, a small sigh escaped you as you paused, trying to stall as your mind raced, trying its hardest to make a decision on whether it was worth the risk, whether the broken bond could ever truly be fixed.

“We shouldn’t,” you croak out as you feel her lips ghost yours, the warmth of her body intoxicating, the feeling of her breath tickling your face almost nostalgic as memories of the many kisses you had shared filtered through your mind, every stolen kiss trying to ignite the fire in your heart.

“I know,” she whispered out, your faces so close you can feel her lips move as she murmurs to you, her words laced with conflict as she struggles to decide along with you, logic failing to win her over. She was married, she had a family and a life she couldn’t just throw away like it was nothing, despite not enjoying it, she had to be responsible as she wasn’t a young naïve girl anymore. The reason and sense gnawing away at her was soon drowned out by her emotions, Wanda deciding it was time she did something for herself for once, “But I’ve missed you.”

Her words stirred something deep inside you, a tenderness settling within you before it was dampened out by the fear seeping out of your chest as you couldn’t do this again. Not like this. You couldn’t survive the agony that would rip through you if she changed her mind or avoided the truth again, you were too broken to handle the knife being pulled out of your heart, to feel that brief moment of relief for it to just be thrusted in deeper, leaving an even bigger scar behind to remember her by. You were too scared to take the risk.

“I can’t,” the words are torn out of you as your hand moves to cup her cheek, your contrasting actions only adding to the hurt and rejection flooding through her, breaking the dam that was holding back her emotions as a tear falls from her eyes, further adding to your anguish. “I’m sorry but I can’t, not like this, not again,” you mumble out, meeting her broken gaze in a distraught manner, the warmth of your delicate touch burning into her skin as it was all too much for her, her lips trembling at the avalanche crashing down on her.

She wanted to scream, to cry and let everything out but all she could manage was a choked sob, a familiar tightening in her chest and lump forming in her throat making it impossible for her to do anything other than look at you with an expressive look of pain as the walls of despair closed in forcibly on her.

It tore a gaping hole in you to witness her fall apart in front of you, took everything out of you to not let tears pour down your cheeks as she sobbed because of you once again, your body moving without care as your hand cradled the back of her head, encouraging her to collapse against your body in an embrace you both needed. Whispered apologies fell from your lips in an attempt to sooth the guilt ripping through you for hurting her, to fill the room with something other than her muffled cries as she gripped onto your shirt, unable to stop the barrage of tears spilling from her green at the way fear, rejection and heartache festered deep inside her, your caring actions not going unmissed but dampened out by the overwhelming amount of agony filling her. 

The two of you remained in the embrace of lost lovers until your cries eventually quietened, a despondent realisation clouding both of your minds at the fact the melody of your love seemed to forever be out of tune, your souls moulded for one another but just always seeming to meet at the wrong time, never quite aligning. 

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An empty feeling consumed your chest with every heavy step you took to the avenue your house was on, your hand gripping the dog lead harder than necessary as your eyes inevitably spotted the familiar red car that had pulled up into the drive next to yours, a gnawing feeling picking away at your mind. It had been just over a couple agonising weeks since the…incident with Wanda, a little while since you felt your heart crack once more, crumbling into hundreds of pieces that you felt would never be able to be put back together again, the constant replaying of the event in your mind further ensuring you wouldn’t heal from the memory. The agony that expressed itself in her choked sobs and broken, tearful gaze haunted you, it wedged an unfathomable ache in your soul that seemed unescapable, everything seeming to remind you of the woman you so desperately needed to remove from your thoughts.

You sighed in an irritated manner as you sensed where your thoughts were heading as you approached yours, and consequently, Wanda’s house, your head shaking subtly to try and rid you of the sight of her green gazing into yours, every swirl of her enticing green losing that glimmer of happiness you adored so much as you murmured the words ‘I can’t’. It was draining, constantly being reminded of how your love was never meant to be, how things would never end up like the stories you’d dream of, willing the characters who were clearly destined to be together to push past that final barrier that was blocking their happiness, you just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Before you could drift further down that detrimental path, the sound of two energetic boys calling your name gripped your attention, a smile genuinely gracing your lips at their emphatic tones, their contagious smiles and laughter meeting your ears as you passed the bottom of their drive. You avoided looking further up the path as they approached you, not wanting to feel another wave of conflict course through you, your gaze staying focussed on the way Billy instantly ran towards Lucky, deciding he wanted to say hi to the bundle of fluff he loved so much.

“Y/n!” Tommy called excitedly, his tone hopeful as he continued, his little form standing in front of you, looking up at you with a cheerful and innocent smile, his enthusiasm to speak to you causing the corner of your lips to tug that little bit wider. “Can we please come over to play today?” He pleaded, eager to come over and show you how he had improved his kickups, now able to do fifteen in a row, as it had been a while since you allowed them over, not wanting to endure the unnecessary contact with Wanda.

At his hopeful and bright tone, you felt your heart melt at his and his brother’s actions, Billy fussing over Lucky who sat by him, the dog growing extremely fond of the brown haired boy as he enjoyed his company when they’d come over. It was natural for the two of them to occupy each other, Billy’s hand running through golden fur as he would read a comic whilst Tommy and yourself caused chaos, a small tug pulling on the strings of your heart as you didn’t want to deny the twins of the fun they had in your garden, but a harsher, more prominent tug reminded you of their mother, feeling her intense green gaze at you.

To say things were tense between you would be an understatement, Wanda’s entire being longing for you, to talk to you and try and clear things up, express the emotions she had spent years burying as she couldn’t physically hold it in any longer, but it was clear you didn’t want to even try, deciding the only way you were going to be able to move on was by leaving the other woman behind. You needed to move on, to forget the way she sparked joy into your life and in doing so, you reluctantly ignored her, deciding that it would somehow be easier for you to simply avoid her than face her and your thoughts once more.

Without even looking up, you could tell she had that pleading glint in her eyes, hoping you’d spare her even a mere glance as you crouched to the boy’s level, letting your hand ruffle Tommy’s hair in that teasing and playful manner that always made him giggle, an apologetic smile gracing your features.

“I’m sorry but I’ve got more boring adult stuff to do tonight,” you murmur softly, your face signalling your sorrow for disappointing them as you witness the excitement slowly crumble away from the twins, Tommy’s shoulders slumping a little.

“But you had that last week,” he argued, your gaze drifting to Billy who was smiling down at Lucky, the dog tilting its head back to stare up at the boy with his tongue sticking out, the golden retriever’s usual goofy manner making him laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry,” your tone comforting as you fix his hair briefly after messing it up. “Blame my boss for giving me homework,” you tease, the boy’s eyes almost widening in fear at the idea of still being given homework in adulthood, amusing you briefly before you continue, wanting to cheer them both up a little. “I promise you can come over soon, I miss beating you at football,” you playfully murmur, pushing his shoulder teasingly as a glint of determination appears in Tommy’s eyes, a small laugh escaping Billy as he knew you always somehow lost the football matches, potentially due to letting the smaller boys win but not telling them that. “Now go on to your parents, I’ve got to go and be an adult now,” you joked, as you stood back up, making a show of getting up, pretending as though you were that old it hurt your knees and back, further amusing them and bringing smiles back onto their faces.

“Bye Lucky,” Billy said with more enthusiasm before muttering a short goodbye to you, making you shake your head playfully as it was clear how much more he loved the dog than you, something you could understand as Lucky was such a good companion.

Your eyes followed the way Tommy ran after his brother after saying bye to you, something you regretted almost instantly as you saw Wanda greet them, her hand cradling each of their heads in a motherly manner before letting them run off inside, her head turning to look at you, as though she felt your eyes on her.

The brief eye contact made you freeze momentarily, conflicted at how to feel as the world around you seemed to fade away, the only things you were able to focus on being the way your heart started to pound in your chest and her intense green seeming to grip your attention. Staring into her gaze that held a glint of pain but also hope made you wonder whether Wanda felt this immense guilt you did when she avoided you when you first came back, your heart feeling as though it was being split into two. Despite everything, you wanted to comfort her, no matter what could happen between you both you always longed to protect and care for her and it always hurt, especially as you knew you were the reason she was hurting now, the situation between you two forever resembling two stars that never wanted to align. On the other hand, you knew you didn’t have it in you to soothe her pain, deciding to try and savour the last remnants of your heart, finding it would somehow be easier to push her away than deal with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overpower you.

“Y/n please can we-” Wanda tried, desperation clearly lacing her tone as she took a pleading step forwards, wanting to, needing to talk to you, to try and clear the air and help navigate the feelings that were slowly suffocating her, trapping her in a place of despair.

Before she could finish her sentence, you sighed, shoulders slumping visibly for her to see, her brows drawing together as a pained expression took over her face as you stayed silent, merely offering her one last apologetic and equally broken look before turning away, walking towards your house and leaving her alone once more, a prominent ache forming in her chest.

“Please,” she whispered more to herself as you hesitated by your door, lowering your head whilst you paused before twisting your key in the lock, shutting yourself away from the other woman as her boys called for her, a despondent feeling consuming her whilst she had to force a smile to her lips, trying to put the mask back on for her family.

***

The sound of distant chatter met Wanda’s ears as she manoeuvred around the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner for everyone whilst her mind wandered elsewhere, inevitably drifting to thoughts involving you.

It was maddening to the other woman, the way you managed to consume her thoughts so regularly, how it seemed the world would have to stop for the longing in her heart for you to diminish, every fibre in her being longing for you, your presence, your laughter, simply you. You were the only thing that made her feel as though she was alive, that there was a purpose as to why her heart was beating in her chest, fluttering and melting at your actions. She hated how so many years had to pass for her to realise that she should never have tried to deny her feelings for you, to stop the love that wanted to bloom in her chest as she would gaze at you in your truck, a genuine look of happiness etched onto her features as she got lost in the moment, unbothered by the rest of the world and what she thought she had to be. She just wanted to be herself and in your presence was the only place she ever felt like she was safe enough. Even when you sat with her on your sofa that devastating night she felt safe, she felt more passion and affection in those sparing moments than over the years without you, an emptiness that brewed inside her craving your care to reminded her of how colourful life could be, like it was when you were both young, naïve and free adults with only one thought in your minds, each other.

It was apparent things would never change as you still consumed each other's thoughts, the love being replaced by haunting memories however, Wanda’s lips trembling slightly as she tried to get a grip on the emotions threatening to drown her, to force her into a spiral she didn’t want to experience. The years of pretending, lying to and berating herself fuelled her pain as she desperately tried to not let those thoughts control her once again, unable to survive in that mindset any longer, just wanting to accept that she was still normal, even if her heart wanted someone different, someone that she was told was wrong and corrupt. She wasn’t a freak, she wasn’t, she was just a victim of love was what Wanda repeated in her head, only reminding her of more confusing thoughts swarming around her head.

She loved you, she could finally say it to herself, but it was clear it wouldn’t matter as you avoided her, reluctant to cause any more pain as your feelings seemed to pass by each other at the wrong time, never quite clicking. It caused a different kind of hollow emptiness to settle in her chest, her mind dragging her down a painful trail of thoughts as she replayed that night in her mind, clinging onto anything that could offer some sort of relief to the agonising pain digging into her heart.

Cruelly, her thoughts remember the feeling of your delicate touch burning into her skin as you cupped her cheek, offering some sort of comfort to her after rejection and heartache flooded through her, gripping her heart in a manner that stripped her breath away, scared at the overwhelming feeling of pain. She could almost feel the lump that had formed in her throat, the way her lips trembled, tears spilling from her eyes as she sank into your body, desperately trying to relish in your comfort but succumbing to the agony that ripped through her chest, her soul.

The memory made her want to break down into tears once again, to let the avalanche of anxiety crash through her, knocking her over every time she managed to try and get back up but a small glimmer of hope floated through her mind, offering her a life line to cling onto.

She vividly remembers the way both of you leaned in, that intoxicating look in your eyes as you let your gaze drift to her lips, a longing look evident in them which only made it even more confusing for Wanda. She could see it in you, she was sure of it, you still loved her even after anything, it was something that tormented you forever as you said, confessing to her that you ‘had always been’ in love with her. You wanted it to work, even now. Why couldn’t things just work out? She was ready to tell you everything, to accept who she was but it wouldn’t matter, even if it was clear both of you felt the same way, your souls drawn together, it never seemed right.

Why couldn’t she just accept herself sooner? Why didn’t she realise loving you was worth any risk? Why was everything so confusing? She just wants to be able to think straight.

“Mom?” Tommy called suddenly, snapping Wanda out of her thoughts as she lifted her hand to wipe the stray tear that had spilt down her cheek, using all her courage to force a smile onto her face for the boys to see as they trudged into the kitchen, bored expressions on their faces. “Can you come and play with us please? Dad said he had a work call to take again,” he grumbles as both Billy and Tommy slump onto the stools by the kitchen island, their heads in their hands as they stare at the back of their mother, oblivious to the conflict swarming around her head.

At his words, anger seeped into Wanda’s mind as she let out a sigh, not wanting even more emotions to rage in her head at her husband's incompetence and inability to actually be a father for once, more memories from that night and the past few days filling her mind. After that argument that left her crying outside, Wanda had finally reached her tipping point, her heart unable to take anymore misery from the man, to waste any more years of her life pretending that she loved him, that she even cared for him. There was nothing left to savour between them and the last few days had only cemented the idea in her head to leave, to try and find someone else that would love her or show her some sort of affection, someone like you- No, not you, you were making that clear.

“I’m sorry but I’m a little busy Dorogoy, I’m trying to make Paprikash for dinner,” Wanda softly replies, making sure neither of the boys could sense the irritation that had brewed in her, their faces brightening at the mention of one of their favourite dishes though. Turning around to face them, she saw the disappointment briefly in their eyes from the usual dismissal from Vision, her heart clenching a little as they desperately wanted to play with someone, some joy filling them at the idea of food though, an idea entering Wanda’s mind. “Do you two want to help me make it?” She asked them, a gentle and motherly smile gracing her lips as they nodded eagerly, excited to try something new as they jumped off the seats to stand by her side, love blooming in her chest. Despite her negative feelings towards their father, the one thing she’d forever be grateful to him about was the two boys they brought into the world, her hands going to Billy’s shoulders as she instructed him on what to do, Tommy waiting to be told his job, both of them bickering on who was sous chef number one and who was sous chef number two.

Their playful chatter quickly filled the room, drowning Wanda’s incessant thoughts out of her mind as she supervised and made most of the dinner, letting the boys do simple tasks such as washing the vegetables and eventually trusting them to chop them, keeping her eyes on Tommy specifically though as he easily got distracted, the older woman not wanting him to accidentally hurt himself. It was almost as though all the emotions that were weighing her down were about to be forgotten, her boy’s making things more bearable, reminding her to enjoy the moment with them whilst a genuine smile stretched across her lips as the twins glanced up at her with a sheepish look, having knocked something off the countertop. Flour sprinkled across the floor at their mistake, simply earning a raised eyebrow from Wanda, their mother not even needing words to tell the twins it was their responsibility to clean the mess up when the sound of Vision’s laughter started echoing through to the kitchen, bringing a frown to Wanda’s face as well as the twins, the two of them looking up at her expectantly.

“Keep your eyes on the timer for me please,” she murmurs to the boys who had started to grab something to clean the floor with, their faces pulling into a brief confused look, “Shout me when there’s two minutes left, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Once the two of them nodded, she made her way into the living room to find their father, a sudden blinding rage consuming at the sight of him laid back in the armchair chatting on his phone, his smile wide as he chuckled to the person on the other end of the call, seemingly unaware of how selfish his actions were.

“God Tony, you should have seen the way Banner’s face dropped when I told him he inputted the numbers wrong,” Vision huffed out, amused at what had happened at work, his blue eyes flickering over at the movement in the corner of his eyes, drifting up Wanda’s body before meeting her green and the unimpressed and irritated look in them, a sigh escaping him which only amplified the annoyance building in her. “I’ll call you back Tony,” he muttered, having enough decency to end his conversation after meeting the look in his wife’s eyes.

“How was your work call?” Wanda coldly asked, her arms crossing over her chest as her head tilted slightly, looking down on the man who simply moved his hand to his temple, contemplating his answers as he let out a huff.

“Wanda, I’ve had a long week let’s not-” He tries, as he always does, but Wanda refuses to accept his blatant excuses, cutting him off.

“You have a ‘long week’ every week,” she dismisses, unbothered if she came across as careless or inconsiderate as she had finally had enough of his bullshit, needing to call him out and let it sit with him. “The boys were so excited to actually spend some time with you earlier, to play with their father but let me guess, talking to Tony and others was more important to you?” She states rather bluntly, his fingers moving to the bridge of his nose as he reluctantly listens to her. “Do you have any idea how much it upsets them?” Wanda asks, this time with a softer tone, trying to express the sadness it causes in their children at his constant false promises.

“Does it upset them? Or are they just upset that they haven’t gone over to Y/n’s house instead?” He questions, taking Wanda aback at the mention of you, all the thoughts from earlier flooding through her mind along with a new trail of thoughts at the annoyance in his tone. “Why can’t they just go over to her house? It’s better for everyone, they can have fun with her and I can have some quiet for once,” he mutters, earning a scoff from Wanda, her head shaking as she bites on her tongue, not wanting to start a screaming match with him tonight.

How did it ever come to this?

Before she can say a snarky remark or a bitter comment, they both hear Billy come into the living room to find Wanda, a confused and worried look appearing in his eyes making Wanda’s heart clench, her body instantly moving to comfort the boy, giving him a reassuring look before ushering him back into the kitchen, turning back to face her husband one last time, letting her thoughts clear before saying one last thing to him.

“Don’t be surprised at what happens next,” is all she says, defeated as she stares at him, trying to remember how part of her did love him at one point, only briefly as her heart only ever truly belonged to you before she turns away from him, making her way towards where her boys were, fingers finding her phone in her pocket, needing to search through her contacts for an old friend, ready to make her decision final.

It was over between them.

***

Grabbing the essentials for Lucky, you tossed the bag full of the necessities into the back of your truck, chuckling under your breath at the sight of the bundle of fluff sitting next to your feet, eager to come with you on your small journey as his tail wagged, tongue comically hanging out of his mouth.

The sun made his golden fur appear all the more angelic and adorable as you whistled for him to jump into the front seat of the vehicle, the window rolled down all the way as you quickly ran back up to check the front door was securely locked, ready to drive over to the lake to clear your mind from the thoughts that had been gnawing away at you over the last few days specifically.

You were just about to climb into the driver’s seat when you heard your name called by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, a baffled look appearing on your face as you turned around to face the female voice, recognition appearing on your face along with confusion.

“Jen?” You eventually managed out as you stood by your car in a puzzled manner, a sense of happiness filling you at seeing an old friend from school, remembering all the crazy and entertaining science lessons the two of you shared next to each other, briefly remembering the way you nearly set part of the science lab on fire accidentally. It was still her fault in your opinion, but you weren't going to bring that up now after so many years.

“Y/n? Oh my god it really is you,” Jennifer Walter chuckled out as she approached you, walking over from Wanda’s house which you immediately noticed, not mentioning it though as you decided it wasn’t your business, despite how much it intrigued you.

“Yeah, wow it’s been a long time,” you sigh out, a little unsure of what to say as it was so surprising to see her, “What are you doing here? Wait, no, sorry, how are you first?” Your politeness earnt a smile in response as you leaned against your truck to talk to her casually, Lucky moving over to the driver’s seat and poking his head out near yours, further amusing you both.

“Good, I’ve just finished talking to Wanda about a…work thing,” she started, piquing your interest as you acted as though the words didn’t affect you that much, “So I’m currently back on business.” You nodded along to her words, listening attentively, “I need to go and check in to the hotel now though so is there any chance we could meet up another time and catch up?” Her tone was a little flustered as she looked at her watch, realising the time making you chuckle as she always seemed to be so busy, a look of concentration etched onto her face as she worked out her timings for her plans, running a little behind.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely, you still have my number right? Just message me and we’ll sort something out,” you reply, watching as she smiles gratefully at you, taking a step back as she needed to be leaving, having a work call to take at her hotel.

“Perfect! It was really nice to see you again,” She rushes out before ushering a quick goodbye at the sight of her taxi pulling up, your hand raising to wave her goodbye as you turn to get into your truck, now ready to leave to venture to the lake. Before you left though, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander over to the Maximoff house, trying to wrack your brain as to what career Jennifer would likely have gone into and figure out what they were doing, a strange, undecipherable feeling wrapping around your heart tightly. Shaking your head slightly, you tried to rid the thoughts from your mind, deciding you needed to stop thinking about her to move on, your mind focussing on reversing out of the drive and the adorable look on Lucky’s face.

***

The gentle sound of paws on the wooden surface of the dock caught your attention as you stared ahead at the vast stretch of water, the way the soft blue from the sky reflected delicately in each ripple of the lake, the gentle hues of green from surrounding bushes also adding to the picturesque setting you relaxed in, Lucky joining your side. Water dripped from his darkened fur, the golden tufts on his chin soaking wet as he held the tennis ball in his mouth next to you, tail wagging with enthusiasm as he impatiently waited for you to throw it again, his calm but also joyful demeanour always comforting to you.

With a smile on your face, you pushed yourself up onto your feet to throw the ball properly for the dog, taking the soaking ball and using all your strength to toss it as far into the lake as you could, watching as he leapt off the dock and splashed into the water, paddling over to chase the desired item.

Flopping back down onto the wood, you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to listen to the peaceful atmosphere and the world of nature around you, birds occasionally chirping, the splashing from Lucky, and the wind gently rustling the bushes around you to distract your thoughts but it was inevitable that enticing green would consume your mind.

Everything simply hurt. You felt broken once again, your heart felt as though it was bleeding anguish into your veins with everything you did, every choice you made as it never seemed to be the right one, it always ended up in pain and suffering that somehow seemed to have layers, finding new ways to torment you.

There was the initial pain from that night which plagued your mind, an incomprehensible amount of guilt flooding through you for destroying you both in ways you couldn’t describe, for being scared. You tried to justify your reasons, to convince yourself that you were protecting yourself for once, for trying to do something that would help you rather than others as you never seemed to care enough about yourself, a flaw that always came back to terrorise you. You were tired of always being the fool, the one who always ended up being broken or knocked down, so you tried to spare yourself the misery but it seemed that no matter what you would end up suffering, life forever playing a cruel joke on you.

You hated how pain also bloomed slowly, like a rose unfolding its petals, taking over your consciousness one thorn at a time as other agonising thoughts pestered you, making you question everything. You resented the guilt for hurting her, for supposedly being there to comfort her and making things worse, for avoiding her and leaving her to imagine the worst like you did when you returned. You loathed how yet, after everything, you still had hope for something, anything with her.

An annoyed sigh spilt from your lips as your hands moved to your eyes, anxiety trickling down your spine at your stupidity as your thoughts wandered down the wrong path, unable to stop yourself. That was your issue when it involved Wanda, no matter what you couldn’t stop your love for her, it was inescapable, you couldn’t get away from the memory of you both leaning in, her eyes conveying something different, something more. It was a look you had wanted to see every time she was with you, every time you spent intimately together in your truck, on this very dock, in the lake swimming with each other and pulling one another closer, it was all you ever wanted, to be looked at with love, and you threw it all away because your heart was too weak.

No, you didn’t throw anything away, there was nothing there. You had to believe this, believe that there was no chance of anything as you couldn’t carry on living like this, tortured by love for eternity. You were wrong, you had to be, you had to move on, that’s why you pulled back. It was the right thing to do, even if it hurt her, the two of you had to stop whatever this was between you, you had to let go.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you desperately tried to build the courage up once again to let her go, to spend the time restitching your heart together at the gaping wound that would be left there, but you struggled to do so, drained from all the conflicting and confusing thoughts that had gnawed away at your sanity already.

Why couldn’t it just stop?

Almost on cue to save you from your inner turmoil, Lucky reappeared at your side with the tennis ball, the item plopping to the wood and rolling towards you as the dog panted, almost smiling at you and oblivious to how much comfort he provided you with, your fingers threading through his wet fur. You were just about to murmur something to the dog playfully, a weak smile growing on your lips as your thoughts still pressed heavily on your mind, when a sudden bark left his lips, his head snapping over to the side, causing your eyes to follow his alert gaze.

Nerves instantly consumed your body at the sight of a familiar figure at the end of the path, Wanda’s face twisting into shock and confusion whilst her body halted, a tension immediately filling the air as you both held the gaze, unsure of what to do.

Wanda had only come here to clear her mind after speaking to Jennifer regarding her situation with Vision, usually coming up to the Lake to either remember the happy memories that filled her mind and warmed her heart of your time together or to simply lose herself in the tranquillity of nature, not wanting to think. She didn’t expect to see you or that conflicted look engraved on her face that pulled on the strings of her heart, her face softening as neither of you wanted to make the first move.

When it became too much, your eyes getting lost in the swirls of green you’d forever remember, you turned your head away rather abruptly to break the gaze, moving your hand to cover your face for a moment, desperately trying to gather yourself together.

What was she doing here? You couldn’t take it. You didn’t want to end up getting hurt again, to feel your heart break anymore. You wouldn’t survive. You needed to get out of there.

Pushing yourself to your feet a little unsteadily, your fingers twitched subconsciously by your side as you felt anxiety and panic clawing its way up your throat in a manner you hated, your mind filling with claustrophobic thoughts as you called for Lucky to follow you, wanting to escape. You felt vulnerable under her gaze like this, something you struggled with as this was why you constantly cared for others more than yourself, you couldn’t face your own feelings, you couldn’t face reality and truly let the sorrows of your life sink in, pulling you under.

At the distress on your face, Wanda wanted to comfort you, to pull you into her arms and let the warmth of your connection settle you both but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do, her own heart splitting into two as she couldn’t decide what to do. This was her chance, her chance to tell you everything, to confess, but the look on your face implied that you couldn’t handle it, your body gradually getting closer to hers, to pass her by, to leave her alone again. It was in the brief eye contact that you made as you somehow managed to keep moving without breaking down that Wanda saw a glint of something in your eyes, dread consuming her at the broken expression on your face as you looked at her, conveying without words that this would be the last time you saw her. It flooded memories of the day you left her the first time, that same glimmer appearing in your eyes making Wanda react, her hand reaching out for yours, not quite letting you let go just yet.

“Y/n wait, please,” she pleaded, desperation dripping from her shaky tone, the feeling of her finger tips wrapping around your arm sending sparks through your body, almost making you gasp at the intensity of it. “Please can we talk?” She tries, but all you can do is stare at where she holds you, another memory flooding your mind.

“Wanda wait,” you rush out as the other woman walks towards the end of the dock, ready to get into your truck for you to take her home, the stars shining bright above you both, the moon reflecting off the lake. The two of you had spent all day together, getting lost in the moment, unable to stop laughing and feel that gentle warmth envelope your chest in that tender manner every time you locked eyes, a nervousness building in you for the whole day as you planned to confess everything to her. 

Your hand reached out to hers, gently grasping her wrist, halting her and encouraging her to turn around to face you, her green filled with confusion but also curiosity, her smile casual and affectionate as you search for words.

“I…You make me feel…um,” you stammer out, unsure of how to phrase it as the countless scenarios that played in your head started to merge together, causing you to feel lost as you tried to navigate your heart, gazing into her eyes and letting her soothe you, taking a deep breath. Her brows furrow at your words, the gentle glow of the moon illuminating her features, giving her this angelic and radiant look as you lost yourself in her beauty, awestruck by her and unable to form any words. Instead of stumbling over your words again, you try a different approach, slowly moving your hand up to her face to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, a blush forming on her cheeks as she hesitates, your movements slowing as you gauge her reaction.

When she doesn’t pull away or give you any indication to stop, you step closer to her, giving her all the time she needed to tell you to stop, to not cross that line but she doesn’t, letting you lean in closer to her till your lips ghost one another, needing that last little bit of encouragement to kiss her for the first time.

If only you had known that kiss meant something different to her.

“I can’t,” is all you can croak out, voice raw with emotion and it shocked Wanda to see you so vulnerable, usually able to be the more composed one out of the two of you, signalling to her how heartbroken you truly were, her green expressing the guilt and regret filling her for being part of your pain. “It’s just going to hurt me, I-I can’t take it anymore,” you continue, regrettably meeting her gaze and conveying all of your emotions in a single look, almost stealing Wanda’s breath away at the intensity of it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, voice delicate but wavering at the emotions flooding through her, her mouth opening and closing as she hesitates, trying to read your expression as you simply gaze at her. “I don’t,” she reiterates, trying to reassure you as you pull your hand away from her, teetering on the edge of making the decision to walk away, to leave her in the past for good. “I just…” she starts, trailing off as she lets her gaze flicker down to how your feet shuffle slightly, seeming to want to move, prompting her to confess, needing to tell you at least once, even if it was too late. “I love you.”

The world around you faded away instantly at her words, leaving you to focus solely on her, the way hope but also desperation filled her features, an anxious look glimmering in them as she waited to you react but you couldn’t, you just froze to the spot, unable to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that crashed through you, clouding your judgement.

You were supposed to be walking away from her, letting her go and moving on. You were supposed to be accepting that it was over, not letting yourself cling onto false hope, to let yourself believe again. It hadn’t ended well before, who’s to say it would work this time? Yet you still couldn’t will yourself to leave, unable to resist her as you had craved to hear those words spill from her lips for most of your life, the words replaying in your mind like a drug.

“I love you, I always have,” Wanda continues, sensing your confliction as you still, eyes flickering away from her momentarily before back to her green, looking for the honesty and sincerity lacing each delicate swirl you fell for in the first place, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say. I…I was just scared to say it, to admit it to myself that I was but I can’t keep pretending that you don’t mean everything to me. It’s always been you, I’m sorry for never seeing that.”

At her confession, you think your heart has actually physically split into two, a broken sigh escaping you as the overwhelming feelings crash down on you like a tidal wave, sweeping you under and submerging you into despair and desperation, confused about everything that was happening inside your chest and head.

Love and happiness consumed part of you, wrapping tenderly around your heart that pounded in your chest, trying to soothe you as the words gradually settled in your mind, sinking in and amplifying the hope that was building within you at every second that passed by. Your eyes held her nervous gaze, meeting the honesty, care and affection that overflowed from her green, desperately trying to convey every single ounce of love she had for you, a love that defies descriptions at how intense it was. She loved you, it was something you had waited over a decade to hear, to ring around in your head as relief tried to bloom through you, to console you and help a smile stretch across your lips but a shadow of fear crept over your mind, clouding your judgement momentarily.

Doubts picked away at every single thought you had, over analysing her words as fear ran down your spine uncomfortably, briefly appearing in your eyes making the other woman’s brows furrow, confused as to how hope swiftly diminished in your gaze, turning to something more haunting. How did you know she was telling the truth? That she wouldn’t run away as soon as those thoughts came back to terrorise her, to destroy her. You didn’t want to be something disposable again, you wanted to be the person she came home to, the person who made her feel as though the world would fade away whilst you were together, to make happiness flood through with merely a glance, you wanted to be her lover.

At your silence, dread starts to amplify the uneasy feeling in Wanda as she pressingly tries to figure out your thoughts, to untangle the onslaught of emotions flashing across your features.

“Please say something,” she begs, the fear in her voice evident as she desperately hopes that you would say something, anything to her. She didn’t care if you screamed at her, broke her heart again and confirmed that she was too late, she just wanted something, the lack of response somehow worse than anything else.

“How…How do I know you aren’t going to change your mind?” Eventually, the words leave your lips, tone hesitant and broken as you want her to answer you honestly, needing her response to help you make your final decision of whether you were going to leave. You were giving her one last chance, unable to deny her as always.

“I won’t,” she replies without hesitation, getting her determination and point across as she reaches her hand out for yours subconsciously, wanting to assure you she meant everything she was saying, the words coming from the deepest parts of her. “I’m never going to make that mistake again,” she continues, searching your gaze as you listen attentively. “I’m.. I’m divorcing Vision,” she sighs out, your eyes widening momentarily, the words filling you with a sudden hope, part of you actually believing that this could be the moment where you finally click, your feelings not clashing but finally becoming in tune with one another. “I never wanted to be with him, I just thought it’s what I had to do, what everyone wanted from me,” she whispers out, finally getting it off her chest, causing your features to soften as you knew how far her internalised homophobia festered, so hearing her actually say the words ignited something in you, the fear dissipating from your veins. She’d finally admitted it.

“Do you remember Jennifer Walter?” She asks, wanting to give you proof that her decision was made, that she wasn’t going to turn her back on you anymore. At her words, your brows instantly furrow, confused as to why she had named your old friend, letting her continue as you manage to nod in response, “She’s a lawyer now, she’s helping me get the divorce started,” the words making the earlier meeting with Jennifer make sense, realisation etched onto your features as green continue to gaze at you, one of her hands sliding into yours, the touch electric as both of you seem to instantly relax a little at the contact, warmth spreading through your hands.

“That’s why she was at your house,” you murmur out to simply voice your thoughts, the pads of your fingers brushing one another tenderly, the feeling natural despite how long it had been, your gaze flickering down to the sight, savouring the peace it brought you before lifting your gaze back up to see her nod her head. The confirmation seems to trigger something in you, the fact she was actually changing, actively trying to become the person she had always wanted to be, brewed something deep inside you, easing your nerves slightly which was mirrored in the way you searched her green. The fact you don’t reject her touches gives Wanda hope along with the glint in your eyes, the nerves seeming to settle as an intimate atmosphere wraps around the two of you like an embrace, twelve years of longing expressed in simple looks.

“I know I don’t deserve it but please give me one last chance,” she pleads, your fingers interlocking, mirroring how your souls seemed to entwine, a small sigh leaving you after, despite all the thoughts begging you to leave, you knew you were still going to follow your heart. It always belonged to her. “I want to try properly this time, I want to make this work. I want us to work,” she murmurs and you can feel yourself being freed from most of your insecurities and the fear holding you back, a soft smile gradually stretching across your lips as relief consumes you entirely.

“Promise me you wont hurt me again,” you whisper softly, lifting your free hand to cup her cheek, her eyes glossing over in consolation as she melts into your touch, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

“I promise, I never wanted to hurt you, I just… It took me too long to realise you were all I ever wanted, the only person I wanted to love,” Wanda confesses, cherishing the way your hand feels against her skin, the sheer amount of comfort it provided to you both, the warmth that flooded through you both at the electric touch, the fact that such a simple action could arise such emotions stirring something in her. This was all she ever wanted, to feel loved, to feel loved by you again. “I want to make up for everything, to love you the way I've always dreamed of loving you. Please tell me I’m not too late.”

“You certainly took your time,” you whispered in a slight tease, attempting to ease the moment as it was emotionally intense, a small chuckle escaping her, making you remember how much you had missed that noise as it blessed your ears, your finger delicately brushing over her red tinted cheek, admiring the woman. “My heart has always been yours Wanda, I’ve never stopped loving you,” you confess in an intimate murmur, a sudden happiness enveloping you as you smile at her, realising that finally you had both confessed your feelings, the yearning you had both endured building up for this exact moment, clouding your mind with the thought of her.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips, her eyes mimicking the action and gazing longingly at yours, the feeling of your fingers caressing her skin intoxicating, the way your gaze flicker up to have one last intimate gaze addictive, you couldn’t get enough of each other. Without even realising it, the two of you leaned in closer, your head tilting marginally as your lips ghost hers, ready to slot over them and let years of passion consume you both, memories of the many kisses you had shared filtering through your mind as you try to savour the moment.

Inevitably, your lips met into a tender, loving and passionate kiss, the action saying more than a thousand words but most importantly the three that mattered- I love you. It was breath taking, the intimacy of the kiss as your lips pressed against once another, igniting sparks within each other as the melody of your love played a song of tenderness and affection in your hearts, letting peace wash over you both. It was a kiss that felt like more than simply mending your broken bond, an embrace that healed and reconciled the two of you, it was the start of something new, something to base a new relationship off and cherish as you looked to the future, wanting to tackle it together.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered against your lips at the two of you parted, foreheads leaning against each other as you felt her gentle breaths tickle your face, your eyes fluttered shut as you took in everything you could about the moment, her hand in yours, body pressed against you, lips brushing yours as she uttered the words that filled your mind.

“Say it again,” you sigh out, wanting to and needing to hear her say it again, and again, and again as you were addicted to the sound of those words spilling from her lips, almost as much as you were intoxicated by the way her lips perfectly met yours.

“I. Love. You,” she punctuated every word with a kiss that somehow was filled with more care, more affection as she continued to pour everything she felt towards you into the intimate moment, drowning you both in happiness as your souls intertwined, your bodied forever pulled to one another. “It’s always been you, only you,” Wanda murmurs as you both pull back once more, your eyes gently fluttering open to meet her enticing gaze, the shades of green almost making you fall for her all over again.

Smiles tugged at both of your lips as you lost yourselves in each other, your features softening before you press a kiss to her forehead, letting everything finally sink in your mind whilst you embraced like lovers.

You knew that your love wasn’t easy, it hadn't been so far and there were bound to be times when it was rough again, but it was a battle you were ready to fight for, even if it was against the world. Distance, time and the fears you both shared had already halted your story together but you fought bravely, tirelessly for it because you knew that your love was worth every struggle.

It always would be.

She always would be.

Chapter Text

The sound of a knock at your door drew your attention away from your task at hand, hand pausing with the wooden spoon still in the pot of boiling water, the pasta still swirling around in the water as you halted, eyes flickering over to the clock and brows furrowing at who could possibly be knocking on your door so late. Swiftly, you lowered the heat on the pan before wiping your hands with a cloth, carrying it mindlessly with you to the door to answer, the questions arising in your mind answered as you opened the door, revealing auburn hair that you failed to stop being in awe of.

The warmth that escaped you in your past resurfaced as you made eye contact with the green of Wanda’s eyes, the sight alone of the mesmerising shade wrapping tendrils of love around your heart as you offered her a gentle smile, your eyes instantly taking the hint of apprehension and hesitancy written across her angelic features, gripping your attention as your brows furrowed once more. Wanda shuffled slightly under your enamoured gaze, still not quite used to the sheer amount of emotion you could express with a look before returning your tender expression, the uneasy feeling within her diminishing slightly as she took note of the tea towel in your hand, oblivious to Lucky who was now by your side trying to steal the item.

“Hey,” you softly murmur as you eventually feel the item slipping out of your hand, your gaze only briefly flickering away from the other woman before naturally being drawn back, still unable to stop the longing inside you to appreciate every moment you spent with her. “Is everything ok?” Your tone is laced with concern to match with the look on your face, Wanda’s chest blooming with warmth at your care, her eyes drifting away from you as she contemplated her answer, still trying to adjust to the change in your relationship.

It had only been a couple weeks since the two of you confessed to each other, two weeks since she had finally muttered the words ‘I love you’ and learnt to accept herself, two weeks since she discovered that there was nothing else in the world other than you she wanted as she somehow managed to fall even more in love with you. It was overwhelming, the innate desire within her to be with you, the yearning of the last twelve years almost nothing in comparison to the affection and warmth she’d feel in your presence, her soul desperate for you. The two of you were taking things slow, not wanting to overstep a boundary or rush into anything as you were both mature enough to realise there was more pressing matters in your lives to attend to, Wanda spending most of her time trying to have a civil conversation with Vision about the divorce or with Jennifer to figure out the logistics whilst you had been annoyingly busy with work. The reason and logic however didn’t seem to agree with Wanda’s heart though as she wanted more than rushed moments with you due to life, she wanted to be with you, to feel the comfort you provided but she was still unsure of how to do so, her relationship with Vision making it hard for her to ask for things she wanted. She knew you were different but she was still scared of the rejection she had grown used to.

“Yeah I just- I had a long day and I...” She starts, trailing off as she lifts her gaze to meet yours, hoping her green conveyed what she wanted to say. I’ve missed you.

Just as you always had been able to, you were able to read her like a book, catching the look in her eye and smiling at her comfortingly, stepping to the side and motioning with your head for her to come in as you could tell she just wanted to be with you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want the same, shutting the door behind her and encouraging her to make herself at home as you wandered back to the kitchen to check on the food you were making, checking to see if you had made enough to feed her as well.

The last two weeks had be the same kind of torture for you, your body and mind unable to stop thinking about her, something you were fond of but also a little embarrassed about, feeling as though you were a teenager once again, infatuated with the girl next door and crushing hard. You were hopelessly in love with her and it proved to be harder than you thought not being with her, even if she was only next door. You also longed to spend time with her, to learn about her day, to ease her worries, to reminisce on the past and form new memories together, yet time hadn’t been on your side at the moment but hopefully tonight would be different and the start of something new.

“Have you eaten yet?” You ask in a soft questioning voice, your back to Wanda as she took residence at the kitchen island, perching on a stool and taking in your house once more, never properly appreciating all the little décor that just made it so you. A genuine smile graced her lips at your question, the natural care you showed her making her realise how little she was shown any sort of affection as you looked over your shoulder at her, taking in the sight of her.

“Not yet,” she answers, resting her head against her hand as she gets comfortable, leaning against the countertop and watching the back of you as you moved about, part of her a little excited at the fact that someone else would be cooking her dinner for once, a privilege she wasn’t presented with much. “I just got back from dropping the twins off at my parents,” she explains, a sour tone hinted in her voice making your brow raise, gathering that must have been one of the issues that stressed her out, waiting a moment to see if she wanted to talk about it and get it off her chest.

“I told them everything,” she whispers after a moment, her fingers mindlessly rubbing against her finger, so used to spinning the wedding ring that used to be there when she was anxious, a habit she never seemed to grow out of. Your eyes widened at her words, not wanting to jump to complete conclusions as you turned to face her, your face nothing but reassuring to her as her fingers continued to trace one another. The fact that a simple look from you could ease the storm raging on inside Wanda’s head calmed her, the fact that you were willing to just listen to her, to soothe her making her appreciate you all the more as you patiently stood opposite her, pulling her out of her insecure and doubtful thoughts.

“How did they take it?” You gently ask, checking on the ravioli before pushing yourself away from the stove, slowly making your way over to her till you were stood by her side, fingers brushing back her auburn locks. It felt natural to touch her lovingly, intimately as your hand instinctively moved to cup her jaw, letting her lean into your soothing touch, her eyes fluttering shut as her hand placed itself above yours, revelling in the warmth of your skin.

“They took the divorce better than I expected,” she huffs out, pressing her cheek a little more into your palm as her mind recalls the events of the last few hours, the plan simply being to drop the twins off for a sleepover and inform her parents of the upcoming changes. She remembers vividly the surprise that washed through her at the lack of animosity or irritation from her parents after telling them, the way her mother seemed to share a look of mutual understanding with her before letting her gaze drift to her husband, the sight stirring something uneasy in Wanda before she continued, suddenly building up the courage to confess more, naively thinking she was having a good moment with them.

Your thumb comfortingly brushed against her impossibly soft skin as she spoke, knowing it must have been hard to talk to her family about the situation, knowing that she had always felt such an immense pressure from them. You wished she didn’t try to carry the weight of her world on her shoulders alone, wanting to offer her support when others should have, to let her know that there was nothing ever wrong with her, she wasn’t a failure. She never would be to you.

“They didn’t react so well to you… to us,” Wanda manages out after a moment, a deep and heavy sigh escaping her lips as your face pulls into a look of shock that she had actually told them but also a saddened smile, knowing that it must have been a horrible experience for her.

Wanda had to block out the sudden outburst from her parents as they reacted to her words, the twins playing elsewhere and leaving her vulnerable to the words her father and mother spat at her, the words familiar as they had been thoughts that haunted her mind throughout the entirety of her life. She refused to believe them anymore, the cruel manner in which they were spoken to her still tugging painfully on her heart though, the other woman just wishing her parents could see that she was happy with you. Surely all they should want is her to be happy?

“Pietro said he would talk to them but I just-” She cuts herself off with an exasperated sigh, your lips instinctively pressing to her temple, taking in the brief scent of her sweet shampoo before pulling back, wanting to look her in the eye as you spoke.

“I know,” you murmur in understanding, her form instantly relaxing at not having to try and verbalise her thoughts, her green eyes flickering between your lips and eyes as she savours your touch, fuelling the fire in her heart. “Just so you know, I am so proud of you for everything,” you whisper in an honest and adoring tone, gaze overflowing with so much love it makes Wanda’s breath hitch, the words, the affirmation meaning the world to her as she feels herself finally being cared for. “For admitting it to yourself, for telling them. I know it’s hard but I promise you, I’ll be with you the entire way,” Wanda can’t stop the appreciative smile that tugs at her lips as she peers up at you in a look that can only be described as enamoured, her face turning slightly to press a kiss to your hand before she moves to stand, encouraging you to take a small step back as she lets her body sink into your embrace.

Her arms snake around your waist and as she holds onto you tight, simply needing to be close to you, to bask in your warmth and safety as your words resonate with her, dissipating the doubts that threatened to pick away at her mind as she focussed on you, on the way your hands delicately ran up and down her back, your body gently swaying hers.

“That’s all I could ever want,” she whispers against your shoulder, voice barely audible but loud enough for you to hear as you both relish in the lovers embrace, savouring the feeling of your bodies perfectly slotted against each other like the final piece of a puzzle.

***

A little while later, empty plates fill the sink as yours and Wanda’s laughter echoes around the room, love and warmth bubbling inside you both at the domesticity of the moment as you tidy up after dinner, green eyes trained on you as you move around the kitchen. Wanda couldn’t help but stare at you, constantly amazed at how she could feel something so passionate and powerful inside her towards you, her heart fluttering in her chest as you looked over your shoulder at her once more, casual smile tugging at your lips. It was intoxicating, the sheer amount of comfort you provided, her eyes settling on your lips, watching as they moved but not quite taking the words in as Wanda admired the plumpness of them, the way the corner of your lips tugged up at her oblivious state, her mind replaying the many times they had brushed hers.

Only once her gaze eventually drifted higher did she meet the expectant and playful look in your eyes, each swirl glimmering with a teasing glint as her cheeks flushed red, your hands motioning for her to pick between the two bottles of wine you had picked up. Her brow raised at your fine taste as she subconsciously bit down on her lip, trying to decide and unknowingly setting your body alight at the action, your gaze mirroring her earlier one and zoning in on her lips, memories of them ghosting yours cruelly filling your mind as heat settled within you. God she was beautiful, her auburn locks perfectly framing her face, eyes filled with concentration as she analysed the two bottles, her teeth pressing against her lower lip subtly, it was too much. You craved to feel her lips pressing against yours, to thread your fingers through her hair but you knew better than to rush anything, wanting to take it at her pace.

Instead of walking up to her and kissing her with all the emotions swirling inside you, you poured her a glass of wine as she requested, encouraging her to go into the living room and make herself comfortable whilst you brought them in, moving to sit next to her on the sofa. Wanda seemed to appreciate the action as she naturally moved closer to you, your fingers brushing as you handed her the glass, the delicate touch enough to send sparks throughout you both as your gazes meet, conveying more than words ever could.

Part of you didn’t want to break the longing look as you took in every shade of green but you decided to at the sudden tension building in the room as Wanda let her gaze drift to your lips again, her eyes darkening a little in desire and making it hard for you to keep your composure. You focussed on putting on an old sitcom you knew she loved to distract yourself, your eyes scanning the screen of the Tv to find the show whilst also noticing her in the corner of your eyes, her gaze still firmly locked on you as she sipped from her wine, seemingly contemplating something in her mind.

“You’re staring again,” you murmur in a gentle tease, turning your head slightly to meet her flustered expression at having been caught again, mirth evident in your features as her cheeks tinted pink, one of her fingers tracing the rim of the glass as she held it with the other, slender digits wrapping around the item.

“Admiring,” she corrects, “I was admiring you,” her teasing smile a sign of her amusement as she leans back against the sofa, keeping her gaze on you before briefly looking over at the Tv as to what you were doing. “I didn’t think you’d remember,” she whispers almost in a confession and slightly confused tone at the fact you had memorised her favourite show, her heart skipping a beat at the fact you had paid so much attention to her that even after years, you still knew the subtle things she enjoyed.

“It would be hard to forget as it was the only thing you ever talked about,” you taunted, recalling the many nights where she’d simply tell you the plot of her favourite episodes as you enjoyed hearing her rave on about the show, the enthusiasm and passion adorable to you as you would watch her with a loving look, wanting to hear her talk forever.

“It wasn’t the only thing,” she mumbled back in response, taking another sip of her wine as your smile grew, your body moving momentarily to place your glass down on the table and out of the way.

“Oh yeah?” Your tone is full of humour as you turn your body slightly to face her better, taking in the way her brow raises at your challenging tone, “What else did you talk about?”

“How insufferable you were,” she teases back, a glimmer of triumph clear in her eyes as you simply chuckle back in response, the sound blessing her ears as she had missed this, the playful conversations you would share, teasing one another until the other would break, most likely kissing the other to shut them up. “You were pretty annoying,” she whispers light-heartedly, the teasing expression on her face faltering at the way your hand naturally moves to her thigh, squeezing softly as you laugh with her, eyes meeting hers with an entertained look.

“You secretly loved it,” you murmur back, unaware at how the two of you had both leaned in slightly, Wanda however realising and moving to lean back so she could also place her glass down, wanting to move them out of the way as warmth settled deep within the pit of her stomach. The feeling of your fingers against her thigh sent a shiver down her spine, a sudden heat and desire consuming her as she licked her lips subconsciously to wet them, tasting the remnants of the wine on them as her gaze met yours, noticing how your pupils dilated as you looked at her.

“I did,” she whispers and neither of you seem to be able to stop the way you both gravitated towards one another, both of your gazes drifting lower.

Wanda wanted you, she needed you, she needed to feel wanted, to feel desired and be looked at in that loving way. Her heart longed to feel appreciated, to feel as though she was the most important thing in the world, to feel cared for, to lose herself in something, in you. Her body longed to feel your touch, to feel your hands caress her cheeks, her hips, her inner thighs as all she could remember was the ghost of your touch, haunting her in all the right and wrong ways. She needed to replace the feeling of larger hands that were only selfish, she wanted to be touched in a way that screamed I loved you, a touch that you were only ever able to satisfy her with.

“Wanda,” you sighed out as you noticed the distance between you close, an intimate atmosphere wrapping around the two of you as you leaned in, waiting to let years of passion consume you both. You craved her in a way that you didn’t think was possible, you were addicted to her, to her lips, to the sinful yet sweet sounds that’d spill from her, the taste of her as she would come undone in your mouth. She was like a drug, one you had been deprived of for too long and desperate for, trying to hold on to the last part of your restraint before you’d relapse into the desire you had for her.

“Y/n,” she whispers out and the sound of your name falling so gracefully from her lips set your entire body ablaze, your hand reaching up to her cheek, cupping it gently as your lips ghosted one another in a tantalising manner, not quite brushing just yet. It was teasing for both of you, waiting for the other to make the first move, not wanting to rush anything yet but your bodies had their demands, desire getting the better of you both as you had waited long enough. You needed each other.

“If we kiss, I… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” you confess, your mouths so close Wanda can feel your lips move as you murmur to her, her heart beating wildly in her chest as anticipation gets the better of her, her hand moving to your hair, slowly threading her fingers in an making you flutter your eyes shut at the pleasant feeling.

“Who said I’d want to stop?” Wanda sighs out after what feels like an eternity when it was realistically seconds, the words enough to break your restraint as you tilt your head to crash your lips to hers, the world around you fading away.

The two of you both moaned into the kiss at the sheer intensity of it, the love and passion that your lips moved with against one another as you stole each other's breath away, both literally and figuratively as you refused to part your lips from hers. It was relentless, the way fervent lips moulded against one another, her fingers tightening their grip in your hair as your fingers moved to cup her jaw, splaying against her burning skin as you pulled her face back to yours, feeling as though the world would end if you stopped touching each other.

Wanda moaned softly into your mouth when you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue against hers in a lewd yet sensual manner as you explored each others mouths, your free hand moving to her waist, caressing the skin in that intoxicating manner she adored, a sigh spilling from her lips in between heated kisses. Her body moved on its own as she manoeuvred to straddle you, the desire and craving inside her overpowering her as she settles on your lap, the action dragging out a deep groan from you as her thighs squeeze around your body, her back arching her chest further into yours.

“Fuck,” the word leaves you breathlessly as the two of you briefly part, your mind fogged with arousal as you take in the sight of her straddling you, her lips kiss swollen and hair a little ruffled, her green overflowing with want as she panted above you, scanning your features. You watched her curiously as she took in your equally dishevelled state, the passion of the moment dwindling slightly into a softer and slower tone, the urgency and desire still prevalent in all your touches though as her hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her lowering mouth.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face even more, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her other hand move to your shoulder, drifting down over your collarbone and back up in a soft manner, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's savoured the moment enough, Wanda kisses you. She kisses you in a manner that shows she's been starved of your lips forever; it's hot, it's desperate, it's passionate. It's everything you wanted it to be. You can't do anything but melt into her touch, hand clutching at her waist to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her. You wanted to worship her, to show her all the love in the world, to show her how your heart only beats for her. She was all you ever needed.

A soft moan leaves you at the intensity of the kiss, heat immediately taking over your body, her touch burning into your skin as arousal pools between your legs at the feeling of her lips moving against yours, a sensual sigh escaping her as you pull back from the kiss, eyes darkening with desire as you peer up into the green. Your lips peck hers in between laboured breaths, her hands moving to your shoulders, gliding them down your back and earning another sinful noise out of you, your lips tugging into a smirk as her breath hitches at the feeling of your hands at the bottom of her shirt, cold fingertips brushing the bare skin of her stomach. However, the action doesn’t quite yet the reaction you hoped it would as she tenses above you, pulling back from the kiss and worrying you, scared you had crossed a line.

“I’m sorry,” you pant out, still breathless and dazed at the intense amount of arousal that clouds your mind, concern evident in your features and touch as your hands move to her thighs, softly brushing over the fabric of her jeans as she avoids your gaze momentarily. “We don’t have to-” you start, wanting to express to her that there was never any pressure between you, but she cuts you off, her gaze finally meeting yours.

Your brows furrowed at the look of insecurity in her eyes, your face softening as you let her speak, her fingers mindlessly playing with the loose strands at the back of your neck, eyes drifting over your features as she airs her worries.

“I want to,” she quickly reassures, leaving her green on your lips to emphasise her point before she looks into your eyes, basking in the safety your longing look offers her. “I just… I need you to know that I’m not the same as I was,” she whispers, anxiety and nervousness lacing her words as she lifts her hands to motion towards her body, avoiding your gaze once more as her mind casts back to the few comments Vision had made about her body post giving birth to the twins, the words sticking with her. She didn’t feel as though she was beautiful anymore and she didn’t want you to be disappointed.

Upon seeing her shaky hands and hearing her words, you sit up straighter to look into her timid green, fingers naturally moving to interlock with hers, encouraging her to look at you as your eyes fill with nothing but love, needing her to hear you.

“Wanda,” you murmur when she still doesn't meet your gaze, the insecurities gnawing away at her mind until your finger gently tips her chin up, her green instantly meeting yours and dissipating the worry. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” you confess, holding the intimate gaze and expressing the honesty in your words, the overwhelming amount of care in your voice stirring something deep inside her as she feels her emotions wracking through her, your words healing wounds she never realised cut so deep. “I love everything about you,” you murmur as you lean forwards, noticing how the worry slowly drains from her face, your noses brushing as you tease her with your lips, wanting her to hear you. “Your smile, your laughter, your heart. I love everything because they are a part of you. I love your body, even after all these years, because I know the amazing things it has done, the things you have done,” your words are laced with a delicate and loving tone as your fingers stay interlocked with hers, your hand squeezing hers as you peck her lips, smiling into the brief kiss as you feel her let out a relieved sigh, her body pushing hers closer to you as she kisses you again, wanting to drown herself in your love. “I also love that it’s still so sensitive to my touch,” you add in a gentle tease to ease the atmosphere, earning a soft chuckle from her as she kisses you with a little more purpose this time, the heat that had settled between her thighs making its presence known again.

“I’ve missed your touch,” she murmurs into a kiss, widening the smile on your lips as your hands move to her waist, caressing her soft curves as she grows more comfortable and confident, her hips slowly grinding down against you, sparks of pleasure filtering through her.

“Yeah?” you sigh out a little coyly into another slow and sensual kiss, your teeth biting down on her lower lip gently and dragging it down before releasing it, letting your tongue soothe over the dull pain you caused, relishing in the groan that escapes her.

“I’ve missed feeling so… so wanted,” she sighs out, letting you kiss along her jaw, peppering it in hot open-mouthed kisses as you trail her sharp jawline, dipping lower to her neck and kissing along her throat, teeth teasingly scraping over the searing skin.

“I’ll always want you, Wanda,” you whisper back without any hesitation, pressing a lewd kiss to the juncture of her neck, knowing she was sensitive there before pulling away from the skin before you’d start to cover it in marks, not sure how she’d feel about them. “I never want you to forget what you mean to me,” you husk out as your mouth ghosts her ear, hands guiding her hips with more purpose in your lap, her breath hitching in a sinful manner when her hips roll at just the right angle against you, a bolt of arousal shooting through her. “I want to worship you,” your tone makes Wanda moan at the sheer desire lacing your words, the way your teeth gently nibble on her ear lobe adding to the arousal coursing through her, her body drunk on your touch, on you.

“Please,” she practically whimpers out and fuck you’ve missed the sound of her begging you, a groan leaving your lips as you move your mouth back to hers, crashing your lips together. The love and care underlies the kiss but you both once again are taken over by lust, your actions fuelling one another as your hands drift to her hips, slowing her hips against your lap whilst her fingers tangle in your locks, tugging your head closer and never wanting to part from you until you motion for the two of you to move.

The journey to your room was a blur, hands roaming each other's bodies until the back of Wanda’s knees hit the bed, her body gently falling back against the mattress, her hair splaying across the sheets. You’re quick to climb over her body, pressing her further into the mattress, your lips moulding to hers as you claim her lips over and over again, only pulling back to admire the woman beneath you as your knee slots between her legs, earning a sinful sound. Your gaze is nothing but awestruck as you look down at her angelic form, Wanda shying a little at how in love you seemed, her hands grabbing the fabric of your shirt and pulling you back down to her, needing to feel you do something, anything to her at this point.

You take the hint and press your lips back to hers for a bruising kiss, your hand moving from the back of her thigh up her body, reaching the hem of your shirt and pausing, wanting permission this time as your eyes search hers, asking the silent question. Only when she nods confidently do you continue, your fingers sliding under the fabric and feeling the smooth and soft skin of her stomach, a sigh leaving her at the feeling of your fingers against her bare skin, the touch no longer just a memory.

“Y/n,” Wanda moans out as your hands trace over her ribcage, exploring the skin you longed to feel again, a hum leaving your lips as you refuse to part, your fingers pausing at the fabric of her bra, hands sliding out from under her shirt.

“Is this ok?” You whisper as your fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt, your intentions clear as she mutters a quick ‘yes’ in response before you swiftly remove the item from her, your gaze remaining on hers, catching the brief anxious glint again. You soothe her worries with loving and passionate kiss, your hands copying the actions you previously did but ghosting over her bra, teasing her in a torturous manner as her back arches to chase your touch, your name falling from her lips in a desperate plea, the sound going straight to your head and core.

Once your lips part, you pull slightly to take in the sight of her, your mouth parting at the sheer beauty of her, her body sculpted by the gods, her soft curves enticing, your fingers brushing lovingly over the marks you knew she was anxious about, the touch filled with awe and adoration. Your hands then slide up her body and around to her back, unclasping her bra after another nod of approval and eagerly taking the item off her, a sudden nostalgic feeling bubbling inside you as you remember the first time you spent together, the awkwardness as you both fumbled to undress, simply wanting to lose yourselves to the lustful moment.

“Fuck,” Wanda sighs out and its sinful when your hands gently cup her breasts, her body sensitive to your touch as her hips start to grind against your leg, begging for more friction to ease the incessant throb between her thighs. “Please,” she whimpers as your lips press against her jaw, letting her breathe for a moment as your fingers brush over her nipples, dragging out sensual sighs from her as you toy with her body, pressing your knee further against her and feeling her hips buck up hard against you, a broken moan being ripped from the back of her throat.

“Please what?” You rasp out in a tease, “You have to tell me what you want, love.” The term of endearment only adds to the arousal flooding through Wanda as the dominant tone to your voice goes straight to her core, her hips grinding against your thigh at a steady pace, pleasure swiftly building at the pit of her stomach whilst her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails grasping at the fabric of your shirt, wanting to pull it off.

“You, I want you,” she sighs out, pulling the shirt over your head and moaning into the kiss at the feeling of your bare bodies pressed against one another, one of her hands sliding up into your hair whilst the other scratches down your back, earning a pleased groan from you. “I need you,” she adds in a desperate tone, her voice and hips wavering, signalling to you how close she was as her hips rolled and rocked against you, the fabric of her jeans brushing perfectly against her clit.

“You have me,” you tease, one of your hands moving to her ass, guiding her against your leg and deliberately slowing her pace down, her frantic rhythm pushing her closer to her release. “Use my thigh first, love, then I’ll give you what you want,” your tone lowers an octave as you murmur to her, a moan leaving her at your words and the promise behind them, her mind running wild with fantasies as the memory of your fingers buried deep inside her and your tongue fucking her fills her mind.

“Shit, I’m so close,” Wanda sighs out, her head lolling back against the mattress, her neck exposed for you to kiss down, to mark as you suck a faint bruise at the base of her neck where she could easily hide, the action earning a desperate whine and encouraging the action.

“That’s it, good girl,” you praise as her nails dig into your back, her hips grinding relentlessly against you as she chases her high, the praise making her hips buck hard against you, a broken noise escaping her.

“Say it again, please say it again,” she pants out, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure threatens to crash through her, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair as she softly tugs you away from her collar bone, needing to feel your tongue sliding against hers.

“My good girl,” you husk out against her lips, a pitiful whine escaping her as she feels the coil at the pit of her stomach about to snap, her eyes fluttering open to ask you the silent question. Warmth and arousal instantly floods through you at the begging look in her green, the sheer amount of desperation and submission evident in her gaze enough to make you give in, your lips brushing hers as you mutter the words, “Come for me Wanda.”

With a final roll of her hips, Wanda’s body tensed against yours, a string of moans being muffled by your incessant mouth while pleasure consumed her entirely, her hands holding you close. Your hands slowed her movements against your thigh, letting her buck against you as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, body melting against yours as she panted for breath.

Your gentle breath caressed her lips as she eventually opened her eyes in response to the soft praise you whispered, a blissed smile creeping onto her lips as your foreheads pressed against each other, her hips gradually coming to a stop against you as you kissed her one last time before starting to move down her body, ready to worship her as you promised.

“You’re so…” you trail off as your lips pepper hot open-mouthed kisses along her collar bones, hands drifting down her sides, caressing her beautiful curves and massaging her soft skin, feeling the way her body twitched at your touch in anticipation, her breath hitching when your mouth ghosted over one of her sensitive nipples.

“So?” She pants out, brushing back your hair so she could meet your seductive gaze as you took her nipple into your mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud in a manner that drove her crazy, dragging moans out of her freely.

“Perfect. Beautiful. Mesmerising,” you punctate each word with a kiss down her body after you lavished her chest with kisses, your lips burning into her skin at each intoxicating touch, your words causing a deep blush to cover her cheeks and even the top of her chest, your lips tugging up into an amused smile at the reaction. “You’re everything to me,” you whisper against her stomach, pressing lingering kisses against the stretch marks that littered her skin from when she was pregnant with the twins, showing her your appreciation for her beauty and how the marks didn’t disgust you. You loved each and every single one as they told part of her story, your lips and hands brushing over the tender skin as your face practically nuzzled against her, worshipping her.

When your lips met the waistband of her jeans, you cast your eyes up her body, a moan escaping you at the sight of her flushed face staring down at you, your compliments flustering her and clouding her mind with want as she stared down at you settling between her thighs, her nails scratching at your scalp softly.

“Please,” she whispered with an overwhelming amount of want, your lips pressing a teasing kiss to the waistband of her jeans before moving to take the item off her, purposely taking your time. Your fingers move slowly and deliberately as you hold her intense gaze, languidly unfastening them before slowly unzipping them, watching in amusement as you see her chest start to rise and fall with ragged breaths, the teasing torturing her. “Detka, please,” she begs again and the use of her native tongue almost makes you cave, almost, an affected sigh escaping you at how her accent beautifully laced her words.

“Be patient,” you murmur back, her hips lifting to help you slide the fabric down her long, slender legs, leaving her just in her panties, a visible wet spot there for you to admire. “I’ll give you what you want soon,” you promise, merely earning a whine from her as she knew you intended on dragging this out, her heart beating wildly in her chest. “So needy,” you tease as your fingers brush over her clit through the soaked fabric, her hips immediately twitching at the teasing action, her hand in your hair tightening once more, pleading with you to hurry up.

“You’ve waited twelve years for this, can’t you wait a little longer,” you amusingly murmur as you kiss her hip bone, smiling against her skin as you hear her groan in frustration, her free hand gripping the sheets to help control herself.

“I think I’ve waited long enough,” she mutters back, earning a chuckle from you as your fingers drag over the wet fabric, slowly circling her clit in a way that’d only drive her insane with desire, her mouth parting to let a low moan spill from her lips. “Please… Please just fuck me,” she begs and all you can do is curse against her skin as you kiss her inner thigh, your hand spreading her legs out for you, eyes hazy with desire.

You give in partially to her, unable to take the teasing yourself as you press a sinful kiss against her clit through her panties, her body trembling already at your touch as the action pulls out a desperate whine from her, the noise turning into a pleased moan when you start to pull the wet fabric off of her. A gasp leaves her lip at the feeling of her core meeting the cold air in the room, your fingers inching closer towards where she desperately needed you, your eyes drinking in the sight of her dripping for you, arousal glistening in the gentle light from the room.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you whisper as you kiss around her core, not giving her the satisfaction of your mouth just yet, the frustrated moan breaking into a relieved sigh at the feeling of your finger finally meeting her core. You move your finger through the abundance of arousal that’s pooled between her thighs, sliding your finger to her clit and slowly circling it to begin with, your mouth addicted to her soft skin as you mark her inner thighs, wanting her to remember everything from tonight, to see them tomorrow and think back to the sight of you between her thighs, her hands buried in your hair, keeping you as close as possible.

As you touch grows more confident and firmer, moans spilling from her lips, her hips start to roll against your hand, your free hand reaching up to interlock with her fingers at the sheets, letting her grasp onto you instead as you slide your finger down to her entrance, teasingly thrusting it in before sliding it out, coaxing her to chase your finger with her hips as she bucks against you, Wanda able to feel you smirking against her skin.

“Please stop teasing,” she pleas at the feeling of your fingers still teasing her entrance, too busy savouring the sight of her body completely melting at your touch. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpers, your composure cracking at her tone, your eyes taking in the sight of her sharp jawline on display as her head lolled back, an idea entering your mind.

“Look at me Wanda,” your tone is dominant but also desperate, the sound making the woman beneath you realise how turned on you were, a shaky breath escaping her. When her green eyes finally find the courage to look down at you, her breath hitches at the hungry yet soft look in your eyes, a moan of your name spilling from her lips as you keep your gaze on her whilst finally sinking your finger into her. “That’s it, keep your pretty eyes on me or I’ll stop, I want you to watch,” you husk out as she watches in awe at the way you thrust your finger into her, the room filling with the wet sounds of your finger pumping into her and her sinful sighs.

“Please Detka, fuck,” she groans when you slide your finger back in slowly and add another, purposely taking your time with her as you intended to drive her mad with your touch, her eyes staying trained on your enamoured gaze as you curl your digits inside her, Wanda’s mouth parting at the feeling. “Shit, just like that, please do that again,” she practically begged as you thrust your finger back in, hitting her sweet spot perfectly while heat floods through you at the sound of her desperate voice, pleasure sparking through her and coursing through her veins.

“Do you need more, love?” You mumble against her skin as your mouth hovers over her intoxicating core, wanting to hear how desperate she is for you, your fingers persisting with your deliberately slow pace, gradually building the pleasure within her as her hips gently rock against your hand, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach and making her clench desperately around you.

“Please,” is all she moans back in response, your resolve crumbling, unable to resist her anymore as your mouth licks a stripe up her core, moans escaping you both at the feeling.

Your wet and warm mouth sparks pleasure and delirium within her, her hips bucking up against you as you nuzzle your face closer, desperate to get a better taste of her heavenly arousal on your tongue, intending to show her exactly how much you love her.

The sound of her lewd moans and the taste of her on your tongue makes you lightheaded with the thought of her, addicted and constantly craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body as you thrust your fingers into her faster, forgoing with anymore teasing as you couldn’t handle it anymore, never mind her.

“Fuck you taste so good,” you moan into her core, almost forgetting the sweet yet salty taste of her as your lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently whilst you peer up into her lust-filled green, her mouth parting in euphoria as pleasure buzzed through her, hips rocking to meet your hungry mouth.

Her fingers tightened once again in your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain whilst you part your interlocked fingers to wrap your hand around her thigh, pulling her impossibly closer and spreading her legs a little more as you get lost within her, tongue swirling over her clit before wrapping around it, sucking firmly as you focussed on every little reaction she offered you. You longed to forever remember the desperate moan that was ripped from the back of her throat at the way your fingers curled and mouth sucked on her at the same time, the hitch of her breath as your tongue swirled around her clit, the way her body twitched as pleasure took over her, swiftly pushing her towards her release. You needed to remember it all.

Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sounds spilling from her lips as her body started to tremble in your grasp, her moans growing louder when you curl them at just the right spot once again.

“Detka, I- Please,” are the only words that she can manage as one of her hands shoot down to grip the sheet beneath her, knuckles bleeding white whilst her other one persists in keeping your head between her thighs, needing you to push her over the edge. “Please don’t stop,” she groans as you curl both of your fingers against her sweet spot, her vision almost blurring at the overwhelming feeling of love and pleasure coursing through her body, your body desperate to watch her fall apart at your touch. “I’m going to come-” Wanda manages in a broken moan, an equally desperate noise escaping you, the vibrations making her buck against your fingers, a whimper leaving her when her enticing green meets your soft and dominant gaze, giving her permission to fall over the edge.

“Come for me,” you murmur against her, keeping your eyes on hers as you watch them roll to the back of her head momentarily, her head lolling back and showing off her defined jawline as her hips stutter against your face, body tensing. A guttural moan escapes her at the amount of pleasure that floods through her, her fingers almost tearing through the sheet as she lifts it to her mouth, trying to muffle the small scream of your name as her release crashes through her, ecstasy and euphoria merging into one.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as she attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers in your hair, her hand tugging your head away from her sensitive core, her hips still gently rolling against your hand as she rides out the last waves of her intense high, her body soon slumping against the sheets after you slide your fingers out, a sudden emptiness filling her. Your lips climb back up her body, ensuring every inch of her body was showered in affection whilst you whispered more praise before you met her lips, only brushing them briefly and intimately before you pulled back, offering her one of your digits covered in her cum and arousal.

A low groan escaped you when she obediently and willingly parted her lips for you to slide the digit in, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure and submission at the action as her tongue swirled around your finger, your mind recalling the way her tongue felt on your core, only adding to the heat that still bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Only once she had cleaned your finger did you copy the action with your other one, keeping your gaze on her as you licked her cum off your finger, offering her a teasing smile as her cheeks flushed at the action, eyes darkening in desire again as she pulled your down against her body, kissing you passionately and moaning softly at the taste of herself on your tongue.

Your body moves to lay next to her when the kiss slowly dwindles, your breaths ragged as you fall onto your back, Wanda’s heart dropping momentarily as she fears you were going to leave, to simply roll over and go to sleep like he did after they’d be together, but the worry is swiftly eased when she feels your arm wrap around her body, encouraging her to lay into your side, her face moving to the crook of your neck. You expected her to simply sink into your embrace, to let her exhaustion take over her but you were pleasantly surprised by the feeling of her hand moving to your bare chest, the tip of her nail dragging down between the valley of your breasts and lower, her lips pressing an innocent kiss to your neck, a satisfied hum leaving her at the soft and desperate sigh that left you.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper softly, the want in your voice still lingering as her hand teasingly brushes over your body, her lips kissing up along the side of your neck as you tilt your head to the side, letting her place teasing kisses against your burning skin and engraving the feeling of them into your mind. You can feel her smile against your skin at the care in your words, not wanting her to feel pressured into giving you anything back, her lips eventually meeting the shell of your ear as her hand reaches the waistband of your jeans, fingers deftly unfastening them.

“I want to,” she rasps out at the shell of your ear, her low tone and the way her accent seeps into her words making you let out a shaky breath, your hands swiftly moving down your body to help her rid you of the last of your clothes, her hand quickly returning to your hip. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Wanda whispers into your ear, her touch the opposite of your teasing one as her fingers waste no time in sliding through your folds, needing to touch you, to please you, a gasp leaving you at the feeling of her nimble fingers effortlessly sliding through your slick, covered in your arousal. “I’ve wanted to love you like you were mine,” she continues, her thigh moving to rest over yours, keeping your legs spread and hips still as you try to grind up against her fingers, your jaw clenched slightly as you try to muffle the already desperate sounds that threaten to spill from you at the feeling of your bare skin pressed together.

“All yours,” you managed back, your body overwhelmed by pleasure and arousal as she circles your clit a few more times before dipping her finger lower, effortlessly sinking into you and earning a small groan.

“Mine,” she mutters as she kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth as you stifle another moan, a little embarrassed at how quickly the pleasure built in the pit of your stomach, her fingers curling beautifully inside you, her palm brushing over your clit. “I want to hear you, don’t hide,” she murmurs, desperate to hear the effect she had on you, her body longing to feel you spasming around her fingers, to hear you moaning her name freely.

“Shit, Wanda,” you instantly sigh out, trying to buck your hips up but her thigh keeping you down, one of your hands gripping the sheets by your side whilst your other shoots down to her thigh, gripping onto her as her fingers slide in and out of you lewdly. “You feel so good, I- God, you're such a good girl,” you rasp out, the praise making her groan against your skin as she kisses your cheek, encouraging you to tilt your face and meet her lips, her fingers relentless as they curl at the perfect spot, bolts of pleasure sparking through you. You simply pant into her mouth as she thrusts her fingers into you a little faster, her fingers hitting your sweet spot at a different angle and having you moan abruptly into her mouth, your body teetering on the edge.

At the way you clench desperately around her, your mouth struggling to kiss her back, Wanda can tell that your close, her lips swallowing every sound she could as you sighed and moaned against her, her lips ghosting yours as she felt your hips grinding as best they could against her hand, her palm perfectly rubbing against your clit.

“Are you close?” She whispers in a slight tease, already knowing the answer as you simply nod in response, your eyes squeezed shut as you focussed on the euphoria and delirium of her touch, Wanda’s gaze memorising every reaction you offered her. “Please come for me,” Wanda mutters in a soft tone, a desperate tone and it’s enough to make the coil inside you snap, your nails digging into her thigh as your body crashes into its release, the pleasure and intimacy of the moment blurring your vision as you ride out your intense high. You clench desperately around her fingers, walls spasming around her as you rut against her hand, your forehead resting against hers whilst you pant, experiencing the last of your release before you melt against the sheets, relaxation and euphoria coursing through you at the feeling of your bodies sinking into one another.

Her lips pepper soft and loving kisses against your face as you smile at her, fluttering your eyes open to search the green eyes you’d fallen so hard for, conveying all your love for her in the gentle and lingering stare. You lift your hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, watching her gaze soften as she savours your caring and affection touch, her heart fluttering in her chest at every tender action.

Wanda hated how, despite the moment being perfect, she still had a gnawing doubt in the back of her mind that you were going to leave her alone as she had grown used to being left to clean and tend to herself, her body simply craving your comfort after such an intimate moment. The worry seemed to express itself subtly within her gaze, your eyes noticing the small glint of fear in her expressive green and silently asking her to explain what was bothering her, the back of your fingers brushing her cheek in a soothing manner.

“Please don’t leave,” is all she whispers, her voice wavering with emotion as your features soften at her tone, your mind grasping a vague idea at the unfair treatment she had received and motivating you to take even more care of her, simply wanting to give her the world.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur with conviction, reassuring her as your hand moves to her free one, lifting it to your lips to kiss before you interlock your fingers, knowing she liked to play with your hand when she felt nervous or simply wanted to be calmed down. “But we need to go to the bathroom to clean up,” you whisper after you feel as though she’s savoured the moment enough, catching the way her body seemed to be relaxing a little too much as sleep threatened to overtake her, her body melting at the warmth and love your presence provided her.

Begrudgingly, Wanda took your hand as you coaxed her out of your bed, your hands snaking around her waist naturally as you guided her to your ensuite to clean the two of you up, gently using a cloth to wipe her down whilst pressing loving kisses to her forehead, showering her with love as you noticed the blush and smile that crept onto her lips at being cared for. You simply gave her everything she had craved for years, the praise, the gentle murmurs, your hands treating her with nothing but tenderness as they caressed her body and tended to her. You also made sure the two of you drank enough water before leaving the bathroom, offering her one of your sleep shirts to which she declined, softly murmuring how she wanted to sleep with you naked, yearning for the intimacy of the cuddles of your bare skin pressed so comfortably against hers.

Your lips pulled up into a smile at her delicate and adorable tone as you indulged in her wants, eventually getting back into bed with her and pulling her impossibly closer to you, your limbs getting tangled under the duvet as she snuggled further against you, sighing against your skin. Her hands slid around your waist, fingers mindlessly tracing random patterns against your back as your fingers threaded through her auburn locks, gently scratching her scalp and smiling at the pleased groan that left her at the relaxing sensation, her body shuffling closer to you.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence that had enveloped the two of you, her breath tickling your skin as she nuzzled closer to the crook of your neck, basking in the warmth of your body as she placed another delicate kiss to your skin, trying to express the overwhelming emotions she had for you. It was impossible for her to describe, the world around her fading away when she was with you, the wounds inside her healing when she felt your loving touch or lingering stare, her heart longing to remember this moment forever as the love swirling inside her was undeniable and all consuming, cementing the fact that this was where she belonged. She belonged with you.

“I love you too,” you murmur with as much care as you could muster, your lips pressing to the top of her hair as you melt into the embrace, your heart wrapped in love and joy as you savoured the moment with her, finally living a moment you had dreamed of for so many years. “I’ll be here when you wake up, go to sleep love,” you coo as you can feel her body fighting the tiredness that washed over her, a drowsy noise escaping her which only filled your chest with more warmth, a tenderness wrapping around the two.

Soon enough, the two of you drifted off to a peaceful sleep, your silent embrace conveying more than words could ever describe as you sank further into one another, reflecting the endless love you shared as your souls reconnected, finding a sense of safety in each other's arms and finally feeling as though you had found your home.  

Chapter Text

One year later

Gentle rays of sunlight filtered through the small gaps in the curtains of your bedroom, adding to the domestic and warm atmosphere that consumed the room as gentle and steady breaths filled the air, the two of you tangled beneath the sheets peacefully. Your face was pressed against Wanda’s bare back, arm haphazardly thrown across her waist as her head rested against the pillow, gentle snores occasionally leaving her lips as you both basked in a contented state of sleep, wrapped in an embrace filled with love and tenderness.

The moment however was broken by the sound of your phone alarm vibrating against your side table, tired eyes fluttering awake as you reluctantly rolled away from the intimate cuddle, Wanda grumbling tiredly at the lack of your touch. Your hand flopped against the table, blindly searching for your phone to stop the irritating noise telling you it was time to wake up and get the twins ready for school, a relieved sigh escaping you once the noise stopped.

Turning over, you moved to lie on your back, rubbing your eyes a little to try and wake up as Wanda practically refused to get up, her body tired after the late night activities the two of you had gotten up to, a small smile tugging at your lips at the memories of the sinful night and morning, the way you pushed her body over the edge repeatedly, listening to her soft moans and letting them engrave inside your mind. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sleepy grumble that left her lips when you moved to her body once again, letting your naked body press into hers, lips peppering across her shoulder to try and stir her awake a little before taking mercy on her, deciding you would do the school run today and let her enjoy a lie in on her rare day off.

“I’ll take them, you stay in bed love,” you whispered, voice a little husky and rough from having just woken up, the corner of Wanda’s lips tugging up a little bit at your loving and tender tone, her head tilting marginally to look up at you, her green overflowing with affection but also tiredness.

“Thank you, Detka,” she murmured back, your head tilting to meet her lips for a gentle kiss, your lips lingering near her face as you sighed softly, unable to comprehend the sheer amount of love you had for the woman, how, after so long, you finally were able to live the life you always dreamed of, the life you dreamed of with her. “I love you,” she added before stealing one more final kiss before you moved away, kissing her shoulder in goodbye whilst murmuring the words back to her as you let her relax against the soft mattress, your body stretching as you moved to get dressed, knowing that the twins would soon wander into your kitchen in search of food before school, your lips tugging up into another content smile as you enjoyed the new routine, your new life with a family.

Before you knew it, you were in the kitchen taking the boxes of cereal the twins loved and placing them on the countertop for them to decide which one they wanted this morning, your ears picking up on the sound of footsteps, one rushed and excited the other sounding rather reluctant.

“Good morning,” Billy beamed as he entered the room, Lucky perking up from the living room at the sound of his favourite person and trotting into the kitchen with his tail wagging, the small boy giving his favourite fluffy creature a cuddle before jumping onto the seats at the kitchen island, ready for his breakfast and to go to school soon, forever eager to learn.

“Morning Billy,” you greet back, moving over to the kid and playfully ruffling his hair and earning a small giggle before fixing it, smiling down at him with a fond smile until your gaze is diverted to the door, a grin breaking out on your face at the sight. “And good morning to you too, Tommy,” your tone was laced with humour as the boy dragged himself around the corner, his hair comically messy as he had literally rolled out of bed moments before, reluctant at starting the day and having to go to school, his personality extremely different to his brother’s.

“It’s not a good morning, we have school,” he mutters as he joins his brother at the island, pouring his cereal into his bowl with a small pout, hopeful the food would energise him for the day, his free hand greeting Lucky naturally, both of the twins used to the new routine they adored.

It had been just over a year since you and Wanda had finally reconciled, had finally confessed and decided to take the big step and be together as both of your hearts had longed for years, working out a new arrangement on how to be together whilst the divorce occurred. You remembered the many nights you and Wanda spent lying in bed together, her hands trailing down your back, scratching softly whilst you turned your face look at her, figuring out the best plan to move forward with as Vision had made it clear he didn’t want the children permanently, content with merely a visit once a month, but was being annoying about the assets they shared and would have to split within the divorce, Jennifer being a massive help in trying to sort out all the legal matters as swiftly and efficiently as possible. It eventually was decided they would sell the house, the situation leaving you with proposing to Wanda that her and the twins could move in with you, knowing that they both adored you, and more importantly Lucky, and would love to stay with you permanently based on their excitement of being able to have the occasional sleep overs at your house as you and Wanda gradually worked up the courage to tell the twins about the two of you, not too sure how it would go down.

You remembered the conversation that happened a few months ago vividly, a small gracing your lips as you made your own coffee whilst the twins playfully bickered, your eyes rolling at the nonsense they would spew to entertain themselves and you, your mind replaying the moment that began the new journey of your life.

“Dorogies,” Wanda called from your living room, her hand nervously playing with yours as you both sat on the sofa, her body leaning into yours for comfort as anxiety gnawed away at her, needing your presence to ground her as you both prepared to tell the twins that you were together, wanting to know how they would feel about moving into your house. You could tell Wanda was nervous, a wave of fear encompassing her body, scared they would react poorly to the new arrangement despite the love they had for you, the fear irrational but still picking away at her thoughts, still reminding her of the anxiety she spent the last few months trying to bury with you, to move on from the fear of rejection that was forever holding her back.

“It'll be ok,” you murmured softly whilst Wanda gazed into your eyes, noticing how your own body buzzed a little with nerves as this felt like a pivotal moment in your relationship with the other woman, your heart wanting nothing more than to be truly and fully accepted by the twins, wanting to take the next step with her and them. You knew they were mature and likely to approve of you both, but a little part of you still worried that this would be too much for them to handle as they had already been told about the divorce. However, both of them took it better than expected, reminding you of how much they trusted and confided in you as they would tell you about how they both loved coming over to your house when their parents argued, finding your house safe and free from their dad.

“I love you,” you whispered to her, pressing a delicate kiss to her temple whilst giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, the boys running downstairs from the spare bedroom you quickly converted into a room for them to share for the occasional sleep overs they’d had so far, both boys running down with smiles on their faces and jumping on the sofas near you. Their grins only widened as they realised they had managed to beat Lucky down the stairs, the bundle of fluff soon jumping onto the sofa next to where Tommy had just landed and giving the boy an opportunity to cuddle him, the sight endearing for you and Wanda as Billy joined in on the cuddle.

“Is everything ok?” Tommy asked as he saw the way the two of you watched them all on the sofa, his brows furrowing momentarily before Lucky flopped dramatically between the twins, demanding pets from both boys, the smile returning onto his face before both of the twins looked at Wanda and you quizzically, curiosity etched onto their faces.

“Yes Dorogoy, Y/n and I just wanted to have a chat with you both,” Wanda reassured, her tone instantly switching to a more motherly one, the anxiety fading away with every passing second as she watched how the boys interacted in your house as if it were their home already, her heart filling with joy and love at being able to find a place to feel safe in.

“We were just wondering whether you liked staying at my house,” You started with as Wanda turned her head, looking at you for help on how to start the conversation, her fingers playing with yours as she waited for the twins response, your smile and calm tone paired with the smiles on the twins faces enough for her to know the answer.

“Like? We love staying here,” Billy expressed, his toothy grin on show as he looked between Lucky and the two of you, happiness radiating from both of their figures, the two of them feeling like your house was a place of peace, enjoying how there were never arguments between people or disappointment that they commonly experienced with their dad, the fact that you lived up to your promises meaning the world to them.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” Tommy added, his words making you chuckle as he practically stole the words out of your mouth, relief consuming your entire body as you peered over at Wanda, the corner of her lips twitching upwards.

“You could,” You add in a soft tone, the boys’ face twisting into a brief look of confusion but also excitement as they looked towards their mother for confirmation, her green glimmering with a look of approval as their lips stretched into a wide smile, trying to process what was happening.

“Like a permanent sleepover?” Tommy queried, his phrasing making you let out a small laugh as you were unable to hide the sheer elation on your face, your heart melting at their reactions and making you realise how much you desperately wanted this. You wanted to be part of their family, you wanted to be there for them, to wake up in the morning and always have them run down into the kitchen, to make them breakfast, to let them help you make dinner or be surprised every evening at what chaos you were going to get up to that night, whether you were going to be making a pillow fort again or fighting over who got to cuddle Lucky, this was what you wanted. You wanted a life with them, with Wanda.

“Yeah, I guess a permanent sleepover,” you chuckled out, Wanda hiding her laughter at your shoulder as the twins grew enthusiastic at what was happening, her body relaxing next to you and causing a wave of love to wash through you at the moment, the woman you loved cuddling next to you and her children wanting to stay, wanting to stay with you. “But it would also mean this isn’t just my house, it would be yours too,” you continue, looking at them both and trying to express clearly what you were proposing to them, “It would be your home, if you wanted it to be.”

Instead of answering with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’, the twins practically leapt off the sofa to hug you, Wanda swiftly moving out of the way before she was crashed into by two smaller figures, a puff of air escaping you at the feel of them running into your body for an embrace. The action and their excited rambling instantly told you their answers, your arms wrapping around them both and bringing them in closer as a wave of joy flooded through you, your smile practically reaching your ears as you looked over at Wanda, catching the tender and affectionate glint in her eyes, her heart overflowing with love for you all, her little family.

After listening to them ramble about their plans with all of you, more prominently Lucky, you watched a sudden realisation kick into Billy’s mind, his eyes searching between you and Wanda as they moved to sit back on the sofa with Lucky, letting Wanda take her place at your side once again.

“Wait… Why are we moving in?” He asked, tone innocent and puzzled as Wanda simply offered him a gentle look, her hand moving to grasp yours more visibly, trying to show them.

“That was the other thing we needed to tell you,” Wanda softly spoke, her chest fluttering as she uttered the words, “Y/n and I are together.” At her words, Billy’s face soon twists into a realisation once he had processed it, his gaze comically switching between his mother, you and your interlocked hands whilst Tommy, too busy playing with Lucky to properly grasp the conversation before speaking up, adds his usual comment.

“Of course you're together, you're sitting on the same sofa,” He mutters without a second thought, his mouth moving faster than his thoughts as he pauses after a moment, computing the conversation that had just happened before whizzing his head around, staring at you both in shock and recognition. “Wait… You’re together? You like each other?” He questions and his childish take on the situation makes your chest bloom with affection for the two boys, your mind unable to comprehend the joy that was bubbling inside of you.

“We do,” you huff out in an amused tone, “In fact, I like your mom a lot,” you tease, earning a playful roll of Wanda’s eyes as she bumps her shoulder against yours, wanting you to correct yourself. “I like her so much I’m hopelessly in love her,” you eventually whisper, gazing into her eyes and baring your heart open for her to see, the intensity of the love you have for her taking her aback as usual, her cheeks tinting pink as the boys once again ramble in excitement, the noise coming from them fading into the background of your mind as you focussed on Wanda, ready to love her for the rest of your life.

You’re snapped out of the memory at the sound of another grumble by Tommy, claiming how school shouldn’t be open on Fridays because Fridays were supposed to be fun, not full of boring classes, his complaint amusing to you as you partly agreed with him but decided not to voice it, not wanting to feed the boy’s argument.

“I know you don’t want to go Tommy but just remember Uncle Pietro is picking you up today,” you remind the boy, instantly noticing how a spark appears in his eyes, his mind reeling already with the possibilities of the chaos he could cause with his uncle later. “So you have to go to school otherwise you can’t see him,” you continue, emphasising your point as to why he had to go in, Tommy’s tune changing instantly as he remembered the promised sleepover with Pietro and the excitement of the upcoming weekend, his mind seeming to finally be properly awake after his breakfast.

“Will you be there at the football match tomorrow?” He asked, remembering how Pietro was going to be taking them for Tommy to play in his new team, finally joining the local club after some encouragement and practice from you.

“Oh course I will, I’ll be cheering you on from the side of the pitch and shouting at the ref as usual,” you joke light-heartedly, brightening his mood further as he took his bowl to the sink, now not so reluctant to go to school as it meant the day might pass quickly, leading to the events he desperately wanted to happen. “Now go get changed, we need to leave soon,” you say to them both, the boys listening obediently and getting ready to go to school, leaving you and Wanda alone for the rest of the day.

***

Just over an hour later, you're back at home and unlocking the front door as quietly as you could in case Wanda was still asleep, the sound of movement in the kitchen letting you know that wasn’t the case, a smile gracing your lips at merely the thought of her.

It was impossible to verbalise the sheer amount of love you possessed for the woman as you made your way towards her, taking in the sight of her in nothing but one of your oversized shirts and panties, knowing that the two of you would be alone for the foreseeable future as it was arranged with Pietro that the two of you could belatedly celebrate your one year anniversary together, him taking care of the twins tonight. You let her know of your presence by placing your keys on the kitchen island before moving towards her and wrapping your arms around her waist, pressing your body entirely into her back and pressing her gently into the countertop, your lips naturally finding the exposed skin at her neck as you hummed softly, content with a wave of love coursing through you.

“Did you sleep well?” You whisper as you feel her body relax, leaning back into your embrace as she pauses by the coffee machine, sighing softly at the intimate hug you were sharing, your body swaying gently with her in your arms. Wanda’s lips pulled up into an affectionate smile at your caring question, her head tilting to the side to let you continue kissing the soft skin on show whilst her hands moved to rest over yours, interlocking your fingers in the manner that she loved.

“Yes but I did miss you,” she murmured back, relishing in the private moment you could share without the twins, wanting to celebrate being with you so completely on her own for once. Wanda had longed for the simple moments with you over the last year, forever appreciating the small things with you, whether that was simply sitting in silence together, satisfied with the fact you were both together and offering your comforting presence or the way you moved perfectly in sync with one another around the house, complementing each others personalities perfectly as if your souls were entwined and meant for each other, your love easy but passionate. It warmed her heart in a way Wanda didn’t even know was possible until she was finally able to have it with you, her eyes brimming with love as she titled her head to look into your eyes, gazing into them and noticing at the overwhelming amount of care in them.

“I missed you too,” you softly spoke, kissing her lips tenderly but also with a hint of hunger, the other woman smiling against your lips as she turned around in your arms, letting you snake them around her and lift her onto the countertop, earning a raised eyebrow in response.

“You’re insatiable,” she mumbled against your lips as the kisses lingered, your body stepping in between her legs as your hands caressed her body that seemed sculpted by the Gods, your body always wanting to worship her. “Was last night not enough for you?” She teased in a raspy sigh whilst your lips moved to trail along her jaw, sending heat flooding throughout both of your bodies at the sinful sound that slipped past her lips when you kissed her sensitive spot.

“I could never get enough,” you mumble out against her neck, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along her soft skin, letting your teeth graze over her and smirking when you feel her body shudder in your grasp, her legs wrapping around your waist, subconsciously pulling you closer to where she desperately needed you. “And by the looks of it, neither can you,” you tease, dropping one of your hands to her bare thighs and gradually inching higher up her warm skin, your touch burning and fuelling the heat building at the pit of her stomach as she moves her hand to your hair, tugging your head back for a kiss to silence you.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she mutters, crashing your lips together with intensity, passion fuelling you both as you moan softly into her mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the feeling of her, the sensation of your mouths moving lewdly together as one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching at your scalp pleasantly whilst the other drifted to your back, digging her nails in as she knew you loved the slight pain it caused. “Fuck,” she sighed as your tongue slid into her mouth, the warm and wet feeling of your tongue driving her mad with desire as memories of your mouth flooded through her mind, the feeling of it significantly lower causing her legs to tighten their grip on you, pulling you into her body as you stole her breath away.

“I love you so much,” you mumble against her lips almost absentmindedly, drunk on love and lust as your lips move to trail along her jaw, placing hot open mouthed kisses that burnt into her skin, sending waves of arousal pooling between her thighs at your loving yet wanting tone. Wanda practically whimpered in response to your words, forever amazed at how you could love her so much, how you could treat her with such care and adoration that made her heart flutter every single time, her body, her soul, always aching for you and your words, your touch, everything.

“Detka, please,” Wanda moans, encouraging you to do more, to do anything as her back arches, pushing her body further into yours and needing to feel the connection, wanting them to be flush against each other, your body obeying immediately.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” You whisper against the shell of her ear, letting your lips gently nibble on her ear lobe as your hands drift down her body in a tantalising manner, eventually reaching the hem of your shirt that she was wearing, sliding under effortlessly and dragging the pads of your fingers over the soft skin. You want to lift it slowly, to gradually reveal her skin but you don’t have it in you to tease her or you, your fingers deftly lifting the fabric up, peeling it off her body and staring at her in awe of her beauty, forever stunned by the sight.

Your eyes drift across the skin exposed to you before raising to meet her green, watching how the shades swiftly darken, desire taking over her as she watches you attentively, waiting for you to do more as a blush spreads across her cheeks at your adoring tone, her lips forming a small, shy smile as she still sometimes struggled to get used to the praise you offered her.

“I’m so lucky to love you,” you whisper before moving to press a kiss to her neck, sucking slightly in a tease before you moved your mouth lower, kissing the juncture of her neck then over her collar bones, sighing softly against her warm skin you lost yourself in the pleasure of pleasing her, of worshipping her. You wanted her to know exactly how much you loved her over the last year but it seemed that words weren’t enough to express to her how much she meant to you. She was everything, she was the person you loved coming home to, waking up next to in the morning, the person you always wanted by your side when things went wrong, the person you wanted to comfort when she needed it. She was simply your world.

“If anyone’s lucky it’s- Shit, it’s me,” Wanda sighs out, her words being interrupted when your hands move to cup her breasts, your mouth desperately taking one of her nipples into your mouth and letting your tongue swirl over the sensitive flesh, a moan escaping Wanda as she gazed down at you, letting the image engrave itself into her mind. “I- fuck Detka, You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel so loved,” she whispers, the feeling of your tongue moving against her sinfully causes her to try and grind her hips against any part of you she could reach, her pussy throbbing for you, needing you to touch her and love her. “Please,” she moans out, pleading you to do more as you move your mouth to lavish her other breast in the same amount of attention, your lips expertly wrapping around her nipple and sucking.

“I’ll take care of you,” you murmur against her, your hand moving down her body teasingly, dragging your nail down her abdomen and smiling at the way she twitches needily at your touch as you gradually reach where she desperately needed you.

“Please stop teasing,” Wanda pants out, her head lolling back against the cabinet behind her whilst one of her hands move to grip the edge of the counter top, her other still firmly tangled in your hair, urging you to stay at her sensitive chest.

“But you’re so pretty when you beg,” you hum out innocently at her chest, lifting your gaze to meet her mesmerising green, wanting to watch as her composure cracks, her body showing you how much she needs you by the visible wet patch on her panties, your finger brushing over the spot and making her hips buck.

“And you’re pretty when you're on your knees Detka, so stop teasing,” she husks out, your brow raising at her words as you grasp the frustration building in her as you circle her clit through the soaked fabric, toying with her. “Please,” She adds once more, her tone dripping with want and desperation making you take mercy on her.

Without wasting anymore time, you deftly slide her panties to the side, a groan falling from your lips around her chest as you feel how she is dripping for you, the way her slick effortlessly coats your finger as you slide it through her folds, not quite giving her what she wants just yet.

“Look at me Wanda,” you murmur as you reluctantly part from her chest, leaving a small mark on soft flesh before lifting your head to let your lips ghost hers, encouraging her to chase them as she obediently listens to you. When her enchanting green finally meet yours, you continue, “You don’t have to hold back today, I want to hear you, love,” you whisper seductively, keeping the eye contact as you finally slide your finger into her dripping core, a broken moan being ripped from Wanda’s throat at the pleasure that sparks through her, her knuckles bleeding white as she grips onto the counter top.

“Y/n, fuck,” she pants out, your lips fevrent as they moved against each other, the intimacy of the moment adding to the arousal clouding your mind as another broken moan escapes her, the noise eagerly being swallowed by your mouth as you smirk into the messy kiss, groaning lowly at the feeling of her clenching around your digit.

"So pretty for me," your is voice a soft murmur whilst you repeat the action to earn another sinful sound, a gasp leaving her as another finger ghosts her entrance, Wanda chasing your lips for another kiss, wanting more of you, needing more of you.

"Detka," Wanda whines when you slowly thrust another finger into her, the other woman’s slick coating your digits and making your head spin, the desire in you being restrained by the want to purposely take your time with her, wanting to drive her mad with your touch. The heat bubbling inside of the pit of your stomach doubles when you meet her lustful green as you curl your digits inside her, Wanda’s mouth parting at the feeling. "Shit, just like that, please do that again," she begs whilst you thrust your fingers back in, hitting her sweet spot perfectly while moving your thumb to circle her clit.

"That’s it, tell me what you like," you sigh out against her lips, “You’re being such a good girl for me,” your words earn a low moan from Wanda as your fingers persisting with the deliberately slow pace and the praise gradually builds the pleasure within her core, her hips gently rocking against your hand as sinful noises spill freely from her lips.

"Please," is all she can moan back in response, your free hand moving so your fingers could ghost over her sensitive nipple, sending more heat to build between her thighs as desire and pleasure consume her entirely, her body needing just a little bit more. “I need your mouth,” she begs and you can’t help but smirk into the messy kiss, your teeth gently biting down on her lower lip and dragging it down briefly before releasing it, kissing your way down her body to give her what she so desperately wanted.

Your fingers continue to pump in and out of her, finally starting to pick up the pace as you thrust them into her and curl them expertly, knowing exactly how to play with her body whilst your mouth descends her body, kissing her inner thighs teasingly before staring up at her. You admire the sight of her for a moment, her head lolled back, sharp jawline on display, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as she waits in anticipation for your mouth to make her delirious with pleasure.

“Fuck,” you both groan at the same time, the taste of her making you drunk on desire, your mouth moving to wrap around her clit and suck whilst shocks of pleasure rip through her, her fingers in your hair tightening and holding you close.

“You taste so good,” you mumble against her clit, alternating between sucking on it and swirling your tongue over her sensitive core, her moans picking up in volume as you drive her closer and closer to her release. The combination of the sight of you eagerly eating her out as if you were starved and the feeling of your fingers curling inside her, stretching her out perfectly has her body swiftly teetering on the edge of her orgasm, her breath becoming ragged as she whimpers and moans your name.

"I'm so close," Wanda pants, hips moving as best they could against your face whilst sitting on the countertop, desperately seeking that last little push to send her into her release. Another lewd noise is ripped out of the back of her throat as you curls both of your fingers against her sweet spot, hips bucking against your face hard making you moan into her core, the fingers at her breast softly pinching her nipple and sending more pleasure shooting through her as she feels her orgasm about to crash through her body.

"Come for me," you murmur into her core, needing to watch as pleasure takes over her body, a wanton moan leaving her at your words, body obeying and crashing straight into her release, pleasure and euphoria crashing through her entire body. Wanda clenches around your fingers, hands tightening their grip momentarily on your locks as a string of moans spill gracefully from her lips, hips grinding against you as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

You slow down your movements as she rides out the last of her orgasm, waiting for her to let go of your hair before parting from her dripping core, sliding your fingers out and immediately moving them to your mouth to clean, moaning softly at the taste you adored. Slowly, you then made sure to kiss almost every inch of her body as you climbed back up to stand between her legs, hands caressing her body as you eventually met her lips for a soft kiss, smiling against her as her arms moved to loosely wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her.

“Insatiable,” she mumbles against your shoulder as she rests against you, a chuckle escaping your lips as your hand reaches for her discarded shirt on the countertop, turning it the right way around before offering it to her, knowing she would probably want to cover up.

“You love it,” you tease as she slides your old sleep shirt back on, the sight filling you with love as she was so incredibly beautiful in your clothes, your eyes brimming with affection as you gazed longingly into her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispers with a tone laced with love, her head tilting in a playful manner as she leans in for an innocent kiss, her arms wrapping around the back of your neck once more and bringing you close for an embrace. “Happy belated one year,” she says, voice slightly muffled against your shoulder as she basks in the warmth of your body, your hands softly resting on the curve of her hips. At her words, you can’t help but smile, amazed that you have been able to spend the last year of your life with her, loving her, letting your heart flutter in her presence every day, even the bad days or the good ones, it was all worth it. Loving her would always be worth it.

“Happy belated one year,” you mirror back, smiling against the top of her head as you place a kiss to her hair, ready to bask in the intimacy and care of the day where the two of you could simply be alone in your own little world.

***

Water cascaded down from the shower over the both of you, the liquid at the perfect temperature and sending a satisfied feeling flowing through you as it trickled down your skin, this paired with the way Wanda’s body pressed against your back innocently, lips peppering soft and loving kisses along your bare shoulder, sending you to heaven. You let out a satisfied hum as her hands moved down your body, pressing with purpose into the muscles of your back and sending a wave of relief through you as the muscle surrendered to her touch, your entire body relaxing.

“Mhm that’s good,” you sigh out, Wanda smiling as she catches your pleased noise over the sound of the water, the other woman simply wanting to enjoy this moment with you and take care of you for a little bit, to show her appreciation for everything you have done for her and the twins.

“Yeah?” She hums out, pressing her thumbs harder into a spot at your lower back, chuckling softly at the way your body gives in, melting into her touch as another pleased sound escapes you, your smile conveying your bliss. After a few more minutes of Wanda giving you a massage, the shower room filled with nothing but care and affection, she speaks up again, her fingers now threading through your wet locks, ready to help you wash it. “What do you want to eat for dinner tonight?” She asks innocently, thinking of what type of restaurant to go to for your evening meal as she swiftly applies the shampoo into your hair, her words making you turn around to face her, lips tugging up into a mischievous smile. “Which restaurant?” She corrects, rolling her eyes at the way you interpreted her words in an immature manner, the corner of her lips still twitching up at your amusing manner.

“We could…” Your words trail off at the feeling of her fingers scratching your scalp in that addictive manner, your body craving the satisfying touch forever as you feel relief washing down your spine, your entire body relaxing at the sensation.

“We could?” Wanda teases as your eyes flutter shut, simply focussing on the feeling of her nails lathering the shampoo in your hair, massaging your head in the way that you loved, the other woman knowing exactly how much you loved it when she did anything with your hair.

You come back to reality when you feel her hand slide out of your hair, briefly going under the spray of water to wash off the suds coating her hand before moving to cup your cheek, attempting to gain your attention. You open your eyes at the touch, gazing into her love filled green before noticing the expectant look in her eyes, wracking your brain to think of an idea for dinner.

“The Chinese place in the town square?” You propose, knowing that she mentioned wanting to try it out a couple weeks ago, your stomach nearly rumbling at the thought of the restaurant, remembering how delicious the food looked when you walked past it with the twins last week.

“Perfect,” she mumbles, unable to stop herself from leaning forwards and pecking your lips, making you both smile into the kiss before she positions you under the spray, washing the shampoo out of your hair.

A little while later, after you had given Wanda the same treatment, lathering her body and hair in the vanilla body wash and shampoo before rinsing her off, you both decide to climb out of the shower, moving to wrap your bodies in towels to dry off. You make your way onto the bed, still wrapped up in your towel to quickly check your phone before you feel a body next to you, Wanda giving you a certain look, suggesting she wanted something. You wracked your brain for what she could possibly want, searching her features for anything that could give it away, coming up blank until you saw the tv remote in her hand.

“No,” you quickly say, knowing now how she wanted to sit and braid your hair after drying it whilst watching her tv shows, your mind unable to watch anymore of the show at the minute as it was all the two of you watched. You normally wouldn’t have minded, always eager to give her what you wanted, but you couldn’t handle listening to the theme song anymore at the moment.

“Detka,” Wanda groans, giving you a small pout to convince you, your head shaking as you start to towel dry your hair, avoiding her gaze as you knew you would give in. “Please?” She adds, using that specific tone that always made you cave, your head tilting, eyes reluctantly meeting hers and trying to come up with a compromise.

“Only if I get to choose the show,” you counter, Wanda’s lips pulling up into a smile as she didn’t actually care if she got to watch her show, she would be too busy thinking about you and how much she loved these moments with you.

Soon enough, you’re sat in between Wanda’s legs as her fingers work on braiding your hair, a triumphant look on your face as you think you have negotiated a good deal, eyes trained on the tv of the next episode of the show you were currently watching, unaware of how Wanda just wanted to do this with you. You secretly loved it at the same time, waiting a little impatiently for the occasional kisses she would offer you, your favourite one being where she would tilt your head back and kiss you upside down, the tender moment always able to make you both smile. As expected, she soon pulled you down for a kiss, the two of you forever clingy and like lovesick fools, wanting to bask and relish in every moment as you both felt like you deserved it after the long and hard journey you had been on together.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks curiously as you linger against her, her green eyes searching your face for an answer as she encourages you to sit up instead of tilting your head back, letting you turn it to face her so it is more comfortable.

“Just how beautiful my girlfriend is,” you murmured against her lips, always the charmer, wanting to make sure she knew how much you adored her as you knew the way Vision treated her still picked away at her thoughts.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” She whispers, directing you back into the correct position, smiling at your kind words and remembering how you used to flatter her relentlessly in your younger years, still just as enamoured with her.

“Is that so?” You counter, recalling the time you said this to her in your truck all those years ago, smiling fondly on the memory and how far you have come, “It got me here so it must have worked at some point.”

“Yeah, it did,” Wanda says but her tone drops a little, voice laced with nostalgia and a hint of something else, gaining your attention and making you turn back around. You can see the regret and guilt swirling in her eyes as she lets her mind recall the pain that had happened in the past, the way that she couldn’t accept herself and how that hurt not only herself but you, how that tore the two of you apart for a bit.

“Hey, what’s wrong-”

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” she apologised, still harbouring a tangled mess of emotions about your journey together, her green expressing a deep sorrow in them, the sight creating a pit in your stomach at the pain she felt. “I just- This last year has been the best year of my life,” she stumbles out, her fingers playing with the edges of the towel wrapped around your body, wanting to get her point across correctly, to show you how much she regretted ever hurting you. An onslaught of emotions flooded through her, reminding her of how the memory of your love caused her heart to flutter but clench at the same time, the guilt slowly tearing her apart, “I’m just sorry it took me so long to realise, to accept it was always going to be you,” a familiar ache grows unpleasantly in her chest at the memories of her old mindset, a scar permanently left on her heart from her past actions, one you were adamant about helping heal. “I just…I wish I realised sooner.”

“I know,” you whisper, turning your body around fully so you are sat opposite her, your hand moving instinctively to cup her cheek, letting her lean into your touch, letting it soothe her worries as she tries to stop berating herself for her past mistakes. “It’s ok,” you comfort, encouraging her to look into your eyes, wanting to see the genuine and honest glimmer in them as you speak in a light hearted tone, “Whilst it would have been nice to have figured everything out sooner, I wouldn’t trade anything for what we have now. I don’t care if we managed to have a few extra months or an extra year, all I care about is that I can love you now and for the rest of my life. It was only ever you, Wanda, I’d do it all over again if it meant at the end of the day I was with you.”

At your words, you can see a single tear spill from her eyes at your words, her mind needing to hear the confirmation that you weren’t mad at her, her upbringing drilling it into her that the consequences would always come back to haunt her, your words wrapping her heart in a delicate embrace and promising to her that you would forever take care of her. You let your thumb gently wipe away the tear, offering her a soft, tender smile to ease the burden she carried, her body moving forwards to hug you, pulling you as close as possible and trying to relish in the moment, accepting that the journey wasn’t perfect but real as she basked in your safety. The two of you hidden in your own little bubble away from the rest of the world, surrounded by nothing other than love.

***

An angelic laugh escaped Wanda’s lips as she moved her hand to cover her mouth, attempting to hide the giggle falling gracefully from her lips at the embarrassing story about you, the twins at the centre of your tragic demise as you were always causing chaos with them, the other woman finding it endearing as you both recalled fond memories from the last year. Her thumb traced over the back of your hand as you held it against the table, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she took in your grumpy expression that withered away with every second of gazing into her eyes, the smile sneaking up at the corner of your lips.

“I said don’t laugh,” you muttered as you dropped your gaze to the sight of your now intertwined fingers, proud of the other woman for how far she had come, the slow process of adapting to accepting that the two of you were ok, not something to be ashamed of. It started slowly with brief, fleeting touches such as the brushing of hands in public before turning into something bolder such as being introduced as girlfriends until she was extremely comfortable with public signs of affection, the way she always searched for your touch warming your heart at just how far she had come, how far the two of you had come.

“I’m sorry Detka,” she murmurs, moving her free hand to take a sip of her wine as the server had just recently brought your drinks, her face engraved with mirth, “But it was pretty funny.” You merely groan at her words as you recall the way the twins had drawn a large moustache and beard on your face with marker pen one day when you fell asleep on the chair in your garden, tired after a long week of work and simply letting the twins entertain Lucky, not thinking you would be the victim of their antics.

“Do you know how many showers it took to wash that all off?” You muttered, turning your palm over and letting her trace the rigids in your hand as she smiled coyly, knowing that the mini make over was quite difficult to remove.

“At least one…” She whispers, cheeks tinting a little pink at the memory of the two of you in the shower, Wanda assuring you she was only joining you in the bathroom to help get rid of the black pen tainting your skin until one thing led to another, “That wasn’t my proudest round with you,” Wanda sighs out teasingly as she leans back against her chair a little more, your rebuttal paused as the waiter comes back to let you order your food.

“Oh yeah?” You husk out, knowing you two were hidden away in a small booth in the corner, isolated, “And what was your favourite round with me?” Your tone dropped a little, adding a slight rasp to it as you sank back into your seat too, letting your hands still connect the two of you as a more prominent blush taints her cheeks, many memories flooding through her mind.

You can’t help but be amused as she avoids your gaze, instead keeping her green trained on her glass of wine, letting her finger trace the rim of it as she bites her lip, unable to hide how affected she is whilst thinking of the sinful things you have done before. You take her silence as a chance to admire her, to take in her stunning outfit and appreciate the goddess that sat in front of you, the woman you couldn’t help but love and adore. Her black dress was dangerous, it was the perfect tease, seductive, it taunted you in all the right ways as the fabric clung to the curve of her hips, emphasising the body you worshipped whilst the low cut at her chest had you blushing a little, Wanda noticing where you gaze went as she finally looked at you. On purpose, she moved to lean forwards on the table, giving you an even better view down her dress, her breasts teasingly on show along with the black lace she was wearing underneath, a small groan slipping past your lips as you meet her amused and lustful green.

“I think my birthday was one of my favourites," she whispers after a moment, keeping eye contact with you as she watches your mind filter through memories to understand what she was referencing, a jolt of heat and arousal flooding to between your legs. Flashes of your bodies pressed together consumed your thoughts, a small groan being covered up by a cough as you remember how it was the first time you used the strap-on with her, the slow and gentle pace being forgotten as you both frantically rutted against each other, the toy repeatedly filling her up as you pounded into her. The sheer desire and passion that laced your movements was engraved in your mind as the two of you were lost to lust, drunk of arousal as you barely stopped to catch your breath that night, intent on making it a moment to remember, pleasure repeatedly crashing through you both.

“Fuck,” is all you can grumble as you take a sip of your drink, trying to compose yourself as you watch a sudden confidence seep into her actions, her foot moving to trail up and down your calf, “Tease.” You can see her smirk at your words, her heel trailing that little bit higher as you squeeze her hand in a little warning, knowing if she carried on you two wouldn’t be here when they brought the food out, already racing home or to a bathroom.

“You love it,” Wanda taunts, taking another sip of her wine, content on watching you plan something, observing how the cogs in your mind turn, determined on tormenting her later and teasing her beyond madness.

“I love you,” you say, repeating the words she said to you earlier, earning a smile as she lets her gaze drop to your lips, wanting to crash them together but refraining, your gaze not missing the lustful action. “I would also love it if we could go home now,” you murmur, longingly staring into the enticing shades of green, trying to convey the sheer desire in your face as you wanted her now, you needed her to satisfy this craving inside of you.

“But we just ordered food,” Wanda says, tone innocent and almost mocking as she offers you a wicked smile, wanting to toy with you for a bit, feeling brave. You raise your brow at her sudden attempt at dominance, your smile turning smug as you knew this act wouldn’t last long as soon as you touched her, a challenging look in her eyes as she waits for you to make a retort, to say some sort of comeback and prompt you two to both rush out of the restaurant, a different idea entering you mind as you knew that was what she wanted.

“That’s true, I guess we’ll just have to wait till later then,” you say instead, tone dripping with nonchalance making her brows furrow, the other woman confused at your indifference as you go back to admiring the restaurant's decorations, a sudden realisation flooding through Wanda as this was now your plan. A wave of excitement and nerves flooded through her at your demeanour, able to read your body language and tell you were planning exactly what you wanted to do to her tonight, how you were going to send her body delirious with pleasure but torment her at the same time, her thighs squeezing together.

She was well and truly fucked.

***

As soon as the two of you made it through the front door, you felt your back being pushed against the surface, fervent lips crashing to yours as if Wanda needed to kiss you in order to live, her body craving you.

The dinner sent Wanda mad with anticipation, waiting impatiently for you to give her any sort of signal that you would be leaving soon, the waiting impossible for her as she reluctantly waited, waited and waited for you to grab your jacket and take the two of you home, her body buzzing with suspense and excitement. Your plan of being indifferent about what you would be doing later had already sent her mad with desire, her mind unable to conjure an idea of what you were going to do to, what she was going to beg you to do to her, her lips colliding with yours in order to satisfy some of this insatiable need inside her.

“Someone’s eager,” you husk out as you indulge in her for a moment, letting her fall into a false sense of security, blinded by lust as she pressed her body into you so your clothes were flush, your eyes drifting down to the way her dress clung to her, hitching up slightly at her movements.

“Stop talking,” she muttered, not wanting to part from your lips for a moment, the kiss unrelenting, teeth clashing for a moment before Wanda’s hand moved to cup your jaw, keeping you connected to her and deepening the kiss. There was no hesitation or pause, your actions completely and utterly consumed by passion and desire as you kissed her back just as desperately, leaving no space to breathe as your tongues lewdly slid together, the two of you trying to devour every ounce of love and passion poured into the clash of lips.

You refrained from teasing her for a moment, instead moving your hand to instinctively find her shoulders before sliding down her back, pushing her body impossibly closer to you before settling at her waist, fingerings digging in slightly, earning a small moan from Wanda.

“Bedroom,” Was all she murmured, the tension between you growing heavier, hotter as you pushed away from the door, refusing to part, occasionally pressing her up against any surface available to have her moan and whimper into your mouth, to have her hips pressing into yours, finding anything to grind on, anything to relive the throb building incessantly between her thighs.

Wanda’s tongue slid against your lip before licking into your mouth, hot and insistent whilst you both fumbled your way to the bedroom, hastily shutting the door and moving towards the bed. Her hands eagerly found your jacket, wasting no time in shoving it off your body and onto the floor, a shiver running through you at the sheer amount of want oozing from her, the heavy breaths and rushed movements, it was sending heat coursing through your body.

The thing that made you crack slightly was the taste of the wine lingering on her lips as she attempted to battle for dominance, a hint of amusement at her efforts trying to make itself prominent in your thoughts that were so overwhelmed with desire and arousal as she shoved you onto the bed, crawled on top of you, pinned you down with her body, long slender legs encasing you in.

Your grip on her faltered for a minute as you peered up at her, panting for breath whilst taking in the sight of her dress hitching up even higher on her thighs, exposing the soft skin that caused a low groan to escape you, Wanda not giving you the time to think anymore by kissing you once more. Her hand moved to your jaw, splaying across your searing skin, her touch burning into you as you became aware of how close you were, the way her hips attempted to roll against your lap for something, anything as her core needed something, needed you.

Deciding Wanda had the control and power for long enough, you effortlessly took it back in one swift movement, flipping the two of you over so that she was on her back, hair sprawling out onto the soft mattress.

“I love how desperate you get,” you murmured against her lips, the kiss having a bruising rhythm to it, each movement charged and laced with passion and desire as you let your hands ghost down her body, finding her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand, the show of strength sending a flood of arousal to pool between Wanda’s thighs. “I love watching you think you have control, how you think you can just get what you want,” you rasp out, letting your lips linger against hers, gazing into the eyes usually filled with love and affection but instead replaced with sheer want and a glimmer of submission, her lips kiss swollen as she pants against you, heart pounding against her chest.

Wanda’s breath hitched, ragged and shallow at your words, the small sounds she made vibrating against your lips as she peered up into your hungry gaze, hands haphazardly attempting to break free from your hold, not really trying but not completely complying.

“I do get what I want,” she murmurs back after a moment, purposely riling you up, her voice wavering at the overwhelming look in your eyes, pupils darkening with every passing second before you move, lips moving to pepper along her jaw, brushing the shell of her ear as your free hand moves to the hem of her dress, sliding under. Your fingertips drag the fabric up as you kiss the sensitive skin just below her ear, earning a shudder from the woman beneath you as she continues, watching your composure slowly crumble. “I always get it because you are obsessed with me,” she purrs and you sigh lowly against her skin as she taunts you, pressing all of your buttons to get a reaction, knowing it was already working, “You love giving me what I want, hearing me lose myself in pleasure, all because of you. I already know you’re going to give me what I want, I don’t even need to ask for it.”

You halted against her, lips lingering at the juncture of her neck, the plan you spent all evening crafting, all evening acting out as you teased her throughout the dinner, purposely driving her insane with anticipation faded out of your mind, your mind cursing at your body as her words were the truth. You would always give her exactly what she wanted, body unable to resist.

You pull away from her skin after a moment, lips pulling up into a smirk as you gaze down at her, her words settling deep inside you and earning the desired reaction. “Yeah?” you murmur, kissing her lips innocently, building the anticipation within her as you smile into the kiss teasingly, her hips trying to grind against you. “Maybe we both know how I’ll always give you what you want,” you start, your hand at her hip abandoning her skin, Wanda immediately missing the warmth and keeping her gaze trained on you, listening intently and swallowing nervously, excitement coursing through her. “But we also both know how you just want me to fuck you,” you murmur, letting your fingers brush her hair back, your innocent actions contrasting your words, “How you want it rough and dirty.”

“Shit,” Wanda sighs out under her breath, your hand parting from her wrists, eyes giving her a look that tells her to keep them there, to obey, her body succumbing to your dominance, ready to be submissive and take everything you would give her.

“You want me to put you on your hands and knees and give you everything, don’t you?” Your tone is dripping with desire as you whisper against her lips, letting your hands find the zip of her dress, slowly dragging it down as you taunt her with both your words and actions. “You want to scream my name, fuck, I bet you love that we’re alone, love how you don’t have to muffle your pretty little moans for me,” you murmur the words against her lips as you drag the fabric off her skin, leaving her in nothing but her bra, your brow raising at her in a smug manner at the lack of panties she was wearing, her cheeks completely flushed at being so exposed, so ready to be devoured.

“Please,” she whimpers to no avail, her back arching as you gradually take off the lace covering her chest, letting your lips pepper hot open mouthed kisses down her collar bone, peering up and watching how her knuckles bleed white, gripping the sheets above her head.

“You were right about most things, Love, I am going to give you exactly what you want,” your hand moves to brace yourself over her body as your mouth ghosts over one of her sensitive nipples, your other hand deftly unbuttoning your shirt, your body radiating so much heat. “But you are certainly going to have to ask for it,” your tone drops as you meet her gaze, a clear dominance in your figure as you toy with her with merely a glance, Wanda’s thighs attempting to squeeze together, your leg moving to prevent her from the brief relief. “Beg for it baby.”

“Detka,” she moans out in sheer desperation, eyes pleading with you already to take mercy on her, the corner of your lips tugging up at the sight as you kiss the valley between her breasts, still not giving her what she wanted. Your kisses burn into her skin, Wanda delirious with desire as she can’t stop herself from begging you to do anything to her, the words spilling from her lips, “Please, fuck, Y/n, please just touch me, I need you, please,” she babbles, your mouth gradually getting closer to one of her breasts whilst one of your hands trail south, nails dragging down her stomach before ghosting over her core, her hips bucking at the action.

“You can beg better than that, love,” you tease, letting the pad of your finger barely brush her clit, your other hand moving to spread her legs, earning another desperate and sinful noise from her, her eyes squeezing shut. “Come on baby, tell me how much you need me,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of one of her breasts, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as her breath hitches, heat pooling between both of your thighs, the other woman throbbing around nothing.

“Please, I need you Detka, you’re all I need, only you,” she sighs out, a soft moan escaping her when your finger grazes over her dripping cunt, frustration and want engraved on her features. “I need you to touch me, to kiss me, to do anything, please, please do something, please let me touch you,” she continues, her tone laced with a kind of desperation you haven't heard from her before, prompting you to take mercy on her, your lips immediately wrapping around her nipple. “Fuck.”

“You can touch me love,” you murmur against her, her hands instantly shooting down to your body, one hand threading through your hair, keeping you pressed against her chest and worshipping her, lips sucking softly on her nipple before letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive flesh. Her other hand moves to your shirt, attempting to shove it off your body, needing to feel your bare skin under her fingertips, to feel as her nails dig into your skin, scratching down your back as you push her over the edge all night long. You help her shrug the fabric off your body, hissing a little at the pain that shoots in your back, the sensation only adding to your maddened and lustful state, a groan escaping you around her chest, the vibrations sending pleasure sparking through her.

“On your hands and knees,” you groan against her as she tugs on your head, not even aware of her actions as she arches her back, pushing her chest further into you before you pull away, her eyes widening at your words, body listening. Before she gets fully into position though, an idea enters your mind, Wanda seeming to grasp your thoughts as you hold the gaze, your girlfriend moving to kneel in front of you, biting her lower lip hungrily as she lets her hands start to help undress you.

“You’re loving this too much,” she sighs out quietly as she lets her fingers swiftly unbuckle the belt you were wearing, peering up through her lashes at you as you smirk at her, chuckling lowly.

“So are you,” you murmur, leaning to let your lips ghost her ear before continuing, “You’re dripping.” She groans in response to your words before sliding your belt out of its loops, tossing it onto the floor and then moving to unbutton your pants, groaning as she can see the wet spot on your underwear. The fact you were so turned on by simply teasing and taunting her sends heating coursing through her entire body, lips parting to let out a small groan.

Once you were undressed, you guided Wanda into the correct position, making her wait impatiently as you climbed off the bed to retrieve the strap on, getting it securely fastened on your waist for later use, your eyes flickering up between the sight of her looking over her shoulder at you and the way her arousal was sticking to her thighs, signalling her desire.

“Such a good girl,” you murmur as you climb back onto the bed to be behind her, your hand gently pressing on her back to arch it more, the sight mesmerising. You can hear the soft moan that escapes her at the praise, your hands sliding down her body to her ass, giving it a small smack in a teasing manner before letting your hands drift to between her legs.

“Please stop teasing,” she huffs out, your fingers gently trailing across her inner thighs, edging closer to where she needed you, her hands once again clutching at the sheets.

“I need to stretch you out first,” you murmur back, letting your finger slide through her dripping folds, cursing under your breath at the sheer amount of arousal between her thighs, the way it effortlessly coats your finger.

“Detka- Shit,” her frustration is cut short by you thrusting your finger into her, pleasure sparking through her at the feeling of finally being touched, your name falling from her lips without any resistance. The sound of your name being moaned in such a sinful manner has your head spinning, fogging your mind with arousal as you watch the sight of her greedy cunt taking your finger so well, another finger easily being slid into her, stretching her out a little.

“That’s it love,” you sigh out absentmindedly, drunk on the sight of her already pushing back against your hand, simply using you to chase that burning and desperate urge inside her, her moans already pathetic and needy, just how you loved it. You curl your fingers at just the right spot, a louder moan being ripped from the back of her throat as she pleads with you to hurry up.

Once she’s close, you slide your fingers out of her, earning a small whimper at feeling so empty before she hears you putting lube on the toy, ready to give her the rough fuck she wanted. You’re lost in arousal as you position the toy at her entrance, her breath hitching as you roll your hips, grinding the toy against her sensitive core, the action earning a pitiful whine in response, the noise snapping you out of your little enamoured daze.

Wanda moans as she feels you stretch her out perfectly, the toy reaching spots she didn’t even know existed as you slowly drag your hips back before pushing it back in, giving a few experimental thrusts to let her adjust before sliding one of your hands down her back, letting your fingers wrap around her hair, making a make-shift ponytail to pull on.

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock,” you husk out causing her to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping her as you thrust the toy deeper and harder inside her, not taking any mercy on her. It’s filled with nothing but raw passion, your hips pounding into her with no restraint as you tug on her hair, earning beg after beg as she grips onto the sheets as if her life depended on it, her knuckles bleeding white at the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

It was rough, it was hot, it was everything she wanted. She adored your always caring self, the way you treated her with delicacy and adoration but she fucking loved it when you treated her like this, fucked her like this, Wanda’s mind spinning at the desire flowing through her.

“Shit, just like that, please,” she moaned out when you moved your free hand to spread her legs even more, adjusting the angle and causing the toy to reach her sweet spot, pleasure instantly shooting throughout her, controlling her body as she started to rock her hips back against you, chasing more.

“Shit,” your tone is low as you can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of the toy being swallowed by her cunt, your pace merciless as you drill the strap into her, the base of the toy brushing against your own clit perfectly. “You’re taking me so well,” you pant out, your hand gripping onto her hip and guiding her to match your pace and rhythm, the action making her legs tremble already, her body overwhelmed with euphoria and ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Wanda practically screams, lowering her head as her arms give in, unable to support herself as all she can focus on is you, the way you thrust your hips, grip her waist, pull on her hair, it was just you. She can’t help but desperately clench around the toy, her sinful sounds making you buck your hips into her harder, the toy once again brushing against you and earning a deep groan from you, the sound only spurring on the woman beneath you to chase her release. “Just like that, shit, harder,” she begs, your hand pulling on her hair harder and somehow increasing the force behind your thrusts, a broken noise escaping her at the pleasure that floods through her, body teetering on the edge.

You can tell from the signs of her body that she was close, your hand at her hip moving to wrap around her body, fingers naturally finding her clit and circling it, her body overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure shooting through her, broken moans erupting from the back of her throat.

“Detka, I-” She chokes out, the toy repeatedly hitting her sweet spot as your fingers work on her clit, her body buzzing at the sensations ripping through her, her wanton tone and the way her legs tremble telling you she was about to come.

“Not yet,” you pant out, earning a frustrated and desperate groan in response, your hips changing the angle slightly so that the toy rubbed against you in a more satisfying way, your own groans and pants filling the room along with her whimpers and whines and the lewd sound of the toy sliding in and out of her dripping core. “Fuck, baby, I’m close too, shit,” you murmur out, your hips grinding the toy into her, her legs practically shaking now as she forced her body to not tip over the edge yet, still waiting for your permission.

“Y/n, please, I- I can’t hold it,” Wanda begs and the tone of her voice is enough to make you give in, your own pussy throbbing around nothing at the sinful sound.

“Come on my cock, love,” you sigh out, chasing your own release and pushing her into her own, pleasure wracking through her body. A string of moans leave Wanda’s lips as her body tenses and trembles, legs giving way as she slumps into the sheets, your hand quickly moving to grab a pillow and place it under her hips, keeping the angle of the toy being pounded into her euphoric. Pleasure tears through her body as you continue to slide the toy in and out of her, your hips flush with hers and making you sigh out her name lowly as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of your own release, your pace only slowing marginally as she rides out her high before instantly increasing it again, not giving her time to recover as you chase your own orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” Wanda moans out at the overwhelming amount of ecstasy crashing through her, body succumbing to the pleasure taking over her. Her moans only grow louder at the feeling of your body being flush against hers, hips rutting into her as your mouth ghosts the shell of her ear, hand slipping out of her hair and moving to wrap around her throat for a moment, making Wanda’s eyes roll back at the sensation. You pant against her ear, further sending the woman pinned under you into heaven as you moved to grip her jaw, tilting her head up and stopping her from muffling her moans, wanting to hear every sound she made for you, every moan, whimper and whine, you wanted to engrave them all in your mind.

“That’s it, good girl,” you praise, the words making her clench hard around the toy, nothing but desperate sounds repeatedly spilling from her lips as you thrust into her, the entire toy buried deep inside her. “I’m gonna come,” you groan out, your hand tilting her head to meet yours, crashing your lips to hers as you rut into her in an almost primal manner, “Fuck.”

Waves of pleasure ripple through your body as your hips stutter into her, your orgasm crashing through you and making you press her even further into the mattress as you ride out your high, rocking your body against her as you relish in the aftershocks of your own release, her name the only thing falling from your lips.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begs as you were about to slow the roll of your hips, your mind trying to see past the pleasure blinding you to notice how her hips wriggled back against you, her hand reaching back to your waist, gripping to urge you to continue. You can’t help but groan into another kiss, the two of you panting into each other's mouths as you thrust your hips in and out of her in a slower but deep rhythm, your hand that was bracing your body moving to press over hers, adding to the passion enveloping around you both.

“Shit, are you close again already, love?” you rasp out against her, moving your hand from her jaw to let her loll her head against the sheets, her head nodding frantically, not caring how she looked, the pleasure flooding through her too good to ignore.

“Yes,” Is all she can manage out as she feels her legs shake under your hips, her body overtaken with the euphoria you were sending through her body, “Please.”

“Come for me,” you whisper into her ear, a guttural moan escaping her as she clenches around the toy, walls spasming as pleasure crashes through her, her release overwhelming her with ecstasy. You gently thrust into her as she rides out her high, soft sighs escaping her as she gradually comes down from her euphoric state, her hand reaching back and tapping your hip, signalling for you to pull out of her. Softly, you do as she asks whilst murmuring praise to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she slumps against the sheets, eyes fluttered shut.

“I’m so proud of you, you were such a good girl for me,” you murmur with all the love in the world as your hands caress her body, soothingly massaging her skin as you climb move to kneel over her body, not wanting to continue pressing your weight into her. “You were perfect,” you continue, swiftly taking the harness off and discarding the toy for now, making a mental note to clean it later before returning to your girlfriend who was watching you with tired eyes. The anxiety of being left was nowhere to be seen as she knew you would stay with her and comfort her, you would always take care of her and shower her in affection, her green remaining on you with an affectionate look as you manoeuvre around before climbing onto the bed once again.

You move to pull her into your body, letting her rest at the crook of your neck for a while as you knew she loved to be as close as possible after such an intense moment together, simply craving the way your bare bodies slotted together perfectly. Her face moved to hide at the crook of your next, wanting to recover and rest for a few minutes before moving to go and clean up, her fingers finding your face and delicately brushing along your jaw line before moving to trail over your shoulder and collar bone, relishing in the way you relax next to her, intimacy wrapping around you both effortlessly. A soft smile graces your lips as you feel her trace random shapes against your skin, your hand moving to glide up and down her back comfortingly as you both enjoy the soft and tender moment, your heart blooming with love as you hear her content sighs.

Only once you can feel her relax a little too much against you, sleep threatening to take over her, do you whisper against her, deciding it was time to go and clean up and take care.

“Come on,” your tone is delicate as you utter the words against the top of her head, moving your body and encouraging her to do so as well as she agrees with your thoughts, her legs feeling her some of her arousal unpleasantly still lingering on her inner thighs.

With hints of exhaustion in both of your movements, you move to the ensuite where you both start to clean up, Wanda moving to wrap her arms around you from behind once she is finished as you start to fill her a glass of water, knowing she needed to rehydrate. You could feel her smiling against your back as she simply hugged you, the corner of your lips tugging up as you loved it when she was clingy like this, your entire body yearning to indulge her in these moments, to not part for her longer than necessary and remain locked away in your own little moment, letting the world fade away. Gently, you place the glass down and turn around in her arms, wrapping your own around her middle and swaying with her in your arms, more praise spilling from your lips, tinting her cheeks pink once again before you check in on her again.

“Was that ok?” You whisper against her as you press a kiss to her forehead, the two of you parting for a moment as she gratefully takes the glass of water from you, taking a sip before answering you, every shade of green swirling with adoration for you, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No, it was perfect Detka,” she whispers, reassuring you as she watches your eyes search hers, wanting to make sure she was telling the truth and was truly alright. “I loved it,” she continues, earning a smile from you as you take a sip of the water when she offered it to you, the other woman wanting to make sure you didn't just focus on taking care of her.

“Good,” you murmur softly, unable to stop staring into her mesmerising eyes, wanting to memorise every little detail of her like this, the way her hair was slightly tussled, cheeks still flushed, lips kiss swollen, she was ethereal. Wanda lets you simply admire her, her hands gliding up and down your sides as she lets you have your own little moment in your head, her eyes soon catching yours and almost falling in love with you all over again at the tender look.

“How about you go cuddle up in bed and I’ll go grab us a snack?” You say after savouring the peaceful atmosphere, the other woman smiling at you before pecking your lips sweetly, her head nodding in approval as she moves to go back into your shared room, deciding to quickly rummage through a drawer to find some panties and a shirt for you and herself to put on before climbing into bed, her green glimmering with amusement at the visitor that snuck through the door.

You left the door slightly ajar as you left to go retrieve a snack, deciding to take both a bowl of strawberries and a bar of chocolate to let Wanda pick and were too busy grabbing the food to notice how Lucky snuck upstairs, taking the open door as invitation to make himself welcome, Wanda patting the top of the duvet near her for the dog to jump onto a settle down.

You would have been lying to say if the sight of the two of them on your bed didn’t have warmth pooling inside your chest, happiness flowing through you freely as you saw how she rested her head on Lucky’s back, her smile wide and soft as she looked between your enamoured stare and hands, eyes brightening at the food.

“I see I have been replaced,” you jokingly murmur as you place down the food she wanted on her bedside table, a small huff of laughter escaping her as she keeps her green amusingly trained on you.

“Maybe,” she mumbles, unable to hide the smile gracing her lips as she watches you climb onto the bed, having to pause before you could hug her due to the dog in your way. “Why, are you jealous?” She teases playfully, giving Lucky a pet as the dog accepts the attention and cuddles joyfully, his tail wagging as you gradually grow nearer.

“Potentially, I thought your cuddles were just for me,” you huff out as you let your fingers thread through fur, pretending to shoot a pointed look at Lucky who simply stared at you with that adorable face dogs made, your faux annoyance crumbling away instantly. “I love you,” you say as your hands cup his face, his fur soft under your finger tips as you direct your words to him, “But get out of my spot. I want my cuddles.” Your tone earns an angelic laugh from Wanda who simply moves her head off of Lucky, allowing him to move to the end of the bed, his body circling the space a few times before flopping down, letting out a comically loud sigh. “That’s better,” you mumble as you climb under the sheets, your body moving to be flush with Wanda’s as she opens her arms, wanting your bodies to be pressed closer together as she hooks her leg over yours, bringing you even closer.

“It is,” Wanda whispers against you, knowing that nothing would compare to having your arms wrapped around her, her head resting against your chest, listening to the steady beating of your heart. “I love you,” her tone is dripping with affection as she gently utters the words, her fingers going back to tracing random patterns against you, her finger tips moving against the fabric of your shirt as you smile softly, letting the words add to the happiness radiating off you.

“I love you too, Wanda, I always will,” you murmur against her locks, pressing a lingering kiss against her as you feel her relax against you, letting your heart finally accept that you no longer needed to search and long for the love you wanted with her, the shared silence that sat between you telling you that you had finally found the life you dreamed of.

A life with her.