LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS
summary â your relationship with natasha is not as black and white as it seems, but youâre in no rush to figure out the logistics of it. when she leaves for a business trip, wanda is your only source of comfort, but you hate her⊠right?
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, playful banter between three idiots, somnophilia, edging, praise, begging, teasing, oral, fingering, semi-clothed sex, finger sucking, bratty reader, a fuck ton of domestic shenanigans, copious amounts of fluff, essentially hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks, mommy wanda 101, so much softness, men/minors dni
authors note â this is actually such a wild ride, and i shamelessly got the slightest bit carried away, but hey, weâre making progress in the wanda x reader department!
you are in love universe
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff â§
You saw Natasha at least three times a week, she made sure of it when she could. Sometimes, you were lucky enough to see her every day in some capacity, other times her business kept you apart for an entire week if not longer. Your favorite days were the ones where sheâd stop by your dorm room for a quick lunch break. Sheâd bring your favorite meal and a bouquet of vibrant flowers, and it gave you a taste of what an authentic relationship with her would look like. You never forgot about Wanda. Never forgot that she was already married and had her wifeâs explicit permission to be seeing you, but it was nice to pretend anyway. It probably wasnât the best idea to have a crush on your employer, even if your arrangement was anything but practical, but even still, you should not be crushing hard on the woman who pays you for a fuck.Â
Youâd seen Natasha four times this week and it was only Wednesday. Sheâd stopped by your dorm room for lunch on Monday afternoon, holding onto a takeout bag from your favorite Italian restaurant, a bouquet of wildflowers neatly arranged in a tall and elegant vase, and one of her old Avengers University hoodies that had been meticulously sprayed down with her expensive perfume. On Tuesday, you ran into her at your favorite coffee shop where she subsequently stopped you from ordering a triple shot espresso in exchange for an ice water. Youâd wanted to be mad, wanted to tell her that you were a big girl and you needed the extra caffeine to survive the long day of studying ahead, but when youâd even thought about challenging her, one look into her green eyes had you melting into the submissive partner she expected you to be. Sometimes you hated how easily she could break your strength without even trying, but you knew that was the biggest lie you've ever told yourself. You adore the control she has over you, you allow her to have that control, but sometimes you just wanted her to remind you of that. She did later that evening when youâd gone to the Maximoffâs residence for dinner. On Wednesday morning, you woke up with a soft ache between your thighs and the remnants of her touch in the form of scattered bruising across your chest.Â
Every Wednesday night since youâd signed the contract to be Natasha Maximoffâs sugar baby, you had gone over to the Maximoff residence for a movie night and pizza. There was never a promise of anything sexual happening, but sometimes you just couldnât help yourself and Natasha would fuck you right there on the couch if you asked nice enough. Wanda wasnât always a participant in your film marathons. She worked in the office a significant amount more than Natasha did, claiming she liked the fast paced environment more than the peaceful quiet of the house, and her late hours kept her away from you most Wednesday nights. For that you were beyond grateful, but you didnât always get so lucky.Â
Tonight was one of those nights where Wanda had retired from the office earlier than usual, and was already on the couch with a half finished glass of wine before youâd even shown up at seven. The key you kept on your lanyard was practically useless on Wednesdays. If the door wasnât already unlocked prior to your arrival, Natasha was sprinting to open it before you could even attempt to do it yourself. The gesture made you blush a ferocious shade of red each time, and you wondered if she sat by the window and watched you drive up just so she could fluster you, but youâd never get that answer out of her no matter how prettily you begged. Some secrets were kept tightly underwraps, even if they were merely forged in amusement. Youâve come to learn that Natasha Maximoff loves secrets, even if they made both yours and Wandaâs skin crawl.Â
âHow were classes, milyy?â Natasha asked sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips in the doorway of the house, not yet letting you enter fully. The warmer days of Spring had finally settled over top of the small New Jersey shore town she and Wanda lived within, and the lick of heat that encased your body was particularly pleasant tonight. Dressed in only a pair of soft pajama shorts and her recently gifted hoodie, you didnât mind standing outside for as long as she wanted, the moonlight reflecting off of her eyes created its own endless galaxy that you had the pleasure of getting lost in. Youâd hate to shuffle inside and lose sight of it.Â
âTiring.â You hummed, leaning into her gentle touch when her calloused palms reached out to cup your cheeks. Your answer sets the mood for the evening even without meaning to, but you donât mind what youâre getting yourself into. Natasha is always particularly attentive and soft with you if you tell her that youâve had a long day, and secretly, youâve been anticipating her coddling since your second lecture that afternoon. âItâs almost done, I just keep telling myself that.âÂ
âAnd then youâre mine for an entire summer. Think you can manage six more weeks before I steal you away?â She asked softly, already having a plethora of ideas for how sheâd ask you to spend your break. You practically lived at the Maximoff residence during the semester, she couldnât imagine three full months of your undivided attention and company. It was sure to be bliss.Â
âOr I can drop out and we can start early.â You suggested, though it was merely a fabrication of your need for calm rather than any actual intentions of dropping out. You adored your academics, as demanding as they were, you were just reaching a critical episode of burnout. âNever let me overload again. I think my cerebrum is malfunctioning.âÂ
âThatâs a big word for such a little girl.â Wandaâs voice quipped from deeper into the house, a playful edge to her tone but you were in no mood for jokes, especially not from her. You scowled with the knowledge that you wouldnât even get a handful of hours alone with Natasha now, whining pitifully into the chest of your dominant. Sometimes you wished you could call her more than that, but youâd settle for anything if it meant calling her yours.Â
âBe nice, sheâs just teasing.â Natasha rewarded you with a gentle kiss, her cold fingers tilting your chin upward until she had your lips perfectly available. You tasted like coffee, and her brows furrowed at the realization that not long ago, probably not even a full half hour ago, youâd consumed caffeine. She always worried about you getting enough sleep at night, and the repercussions of caffeine on days when your anxiety was particularly brutal, but you never listened to her. âHow many coffeeâs have you had today, milyy?âÂ
âPlease donât punish me.â You sighed in regret, melting against her chest and forcing her arms to wrap around your waist and support the majority of your weight, the front door still open and allowing the valued cold air that Wanda paid a pretty penny for to slip out into the streets of Westview. âI just needed something to get me through class, and I didnât want to fall asleep on you ten minutes into a movie so I stopped on the way here. I didnât even finish it, promise, itâs still half-full in the car. Youâre leaving tomorrow. I just wanted to see you.âÂ
Your nervous rambling was enough to indicate that your head was swimming in thoughts that made no real sense. Truthfully you knew that Natasha wouldnât punish you for your caffeine intake. Sheâd be worried, sheâd make you drink enough water to refill the ocean if it somehow managed to evaporate, but she wouldnât punish you. Her consideration for your wellbeing did not warrant a physical punishment for choices you made as a grown adult, even if they concerned her.Â
âIs that what this is about?â Natasha quizzed, looking down at you with a fondness in her eyes that made your cheeks flush a shade of pink only she had ever been able to create. When you nodded sadly, still not willing to let go of her waist, the lawyer huffed out a mixture of laughter that was somehow both saddened and amused. âItâs only two weeks, milyy. Fourteen days. How many hours is that?â She asked softly, knowing that you knew the answer. When you had first learned of her inescapable business trip to the Bahamas, which honestly sounded more like a dream than an obligation, youâd gone on a rampage. Youâd listed off the number of days and hours and seconds that youâd be apart. Youâd pleaded with her not to leave you for so long, and as embarrassed as you felt once youâd sobered up from your state of panic, the fact still remained that you were dreading the time apart. Yeah, Natasha was definitely more than just your contractual dominant, but neither one of you had braved a conversation regarding what the true extent of your relationship was.Â
âThree hundred and thirty six. Thatâs over twenty thousand minutes, Natty.â You whispered into her chest so softly that the howling wind almost drowned you out, but still Natasha heard you and tightened her hold around your midsection, not caring about how warm the house became as a result of the still open front door. Sheâd melt into a puddle if it meant easing your mind, and Wanda, despite her tendency to poke fun at you, didnât mind either.Â
âYouâll be okay. I have a surprise for you, but I think we need to get some food into this belly and some water into you before we do any of that.â Natasha smoothed the wild flyaways away from your face, cradling your cheeks sweetly and tenderly, almost as if she was afraid if she touched you too hard youâd crumble on her front porch.Â
At the mention of a surprise, your attention peaked, and you tried to peer around her body for any indication of what it was that she had. âNow?â You tried to convince her, a lively spark coming back to your eyes. You always loved her surprises. They werenât all material, and the ones that were didnât always make your bank account hurt at the mere thought of how much sheâd spent on you. Sometimes a surprise meant that sheâd take you out for a walk and bring you to her favorite bench by the shore, sometimes it meant sheâd found little canvases to paint and had set up a makeshift studio in her office. Sometimes it meant that she had new toys to test and outfits to wear. You never knew what she had up her sleeve, but you adored her efforts nonetheless.Â
Natasha laughed at your eagerness, glad that you had come back to yourself if only for a couple of minutes, but shook her head to decline your temptations. âNot now. Come on, inside, baby.â She guided you further into the house, finally closing the heavy front door when you were far enough inside to not be nicked by the latch. Sheâd made the mistake once, and you hadnât let her forget about it since. She was so excited about your company that sheâd more or less attempted to close the front door on your body, and while sheâd apologized profusely, youâd just taken the bait and been able to call her the impatient one for once.Â
âHi Wanda.â You mumbled out pleasantries, knowing that it would make Natasha happy even if you just wanted to ignore the other CEO in the room. The woman was curled up into the corner of the couch, far away from the spot you and Natasha typically occupied during movie nights. Briefly you wondered if sheâd done it on purpose, or if that was just the spot she liked to sit in.Â
âHi, darling.â She returned the greeting, though it was significantly warmer than yours. Natasha praised you for your efforts either way, running her cold hands up and down your thighs as she came to stand directly behind you, her chin resting on the crown of your head in the way you despised when anyone else tried to do that same. She was only two or so inches taller than you, but she made up for it in dominance, and it was no help that you shrunk in on yourself whenever she was around.Â
âGo sit with Wanda, baby. Iâll bring you out some pizza.â Natasha left a kiss on the side of your head before she pulled away from you entirely and gave you an encouraging shove toward the couch. You pouted not only because of her asking you to keep Wanda company, but because the last thing you wanted was to leave her company after just entering it.Â
Wanda laughed at your expression, patting the soft silk cushions of the couch invitingly. You adored their couch. You had made it known on multiple occasions when you all but refused to move into a bed at the end of the night, but something about being left alone with Wanda made even the softest seat feel daunting and scary. âI donât bite, detka.â Wanda laughed, watching you pleadingly stare at Natasha who promptly ignored the burn of your eyes on her back as she disappeared into the kitchen. Her auburn hair looked like pure fire as she slipped into the brighter lit room, the overhead lights casting spells on her appearance. âSheâll be right back, thereâs no need to pout.âÂ
You huffed at Wandaâs unwillingness to appease your sadness, but shuffled on your feet until you were close enough to the couch to plop down in the way she hated. The cushion sank beneath your weight and the back of the couch welcomed your presence without any additional need to wiggle around and get comfortable, and as much as it felt like a warm hug, your skin crawled being so close to Wanda without Natasha around to mediate.Â
âDonât be a brat, darling. Itâs only for a couple of minutes.â Wandaâs scold wasnât necessarily cold, but it was still laced with dominance that you couldnât ignore. You huffed, pouting deeper, grabbing fistfulls of the hoodieâs sleeves and holding them over your trembling fingers. Wandaâs reserve melted as she picked up the subtle tells of anxiety, and that indistinguishable gleam reappeared in her eyes that were green like Natashaâs but so so different and unique. âYou still have all of tonight. Thereâs no need for the tears right now, angel. Tomorrow, you can cry all you want, but enjoy what you have in the moment. Can you do that, detka?âÂ
âI donât want her to leave.â You mumbled, nervously bringing the cuff of Natashaâs sleeve up to your mouth and chewing on it. Wanda had seen Natasha reprimand you for the action, she herself had reprimanded you for the action, but you looked far too nervous to scold right now, so she let you be. You didnât know what had come over you. Never would you admit such silly feelings to Wanda, but you figured she would understand your thoughts. Natasha was nothing to you but a piece of paper, even if you didnât believe that it was still the truth, but Wanda was her wife, and she had every reason to hate this trip more than you did.Â
Not making a sarcastic remark like youâd half-expected her to, Wanda merely shrugged sadly and took another long sip of her red. You hated red wine, but the lawyer beside you found it particularly comforting for reasons youâd never asked about. âI donât want her to go either, but she has to. A long time ago we stopped getting upset about whatâs best for our business. It doesnât do either of us any good if we work ourselves up about the inevitable. Sheâs come back before, hasnât she?âÂ
âYeah, butâ but sheâs never been gone this long, andâ and, I donât know.â You shrugged, your words practically incoherent with the thick material still between your teeth, but Wanda had understood you perfectly.Â
âI think you do know, but you donât want to tell me, and thatâs okay. Itâs okay to need her, malysh. She does a lot for you, yes? More than just providing orgasms like youâd thought youâd be getting into.â There was a hint of a teasing in Wandaâs tone, and her words caused a blush to spread across your cheeks at the implication of her knowing about your most intimate moments. Of course she knew. Sheâd seen you cum on Natashaâs strap and her fingers, on her thigh and on her tongue, in her bed and on her couch and her dining room table, but still you found ways to be shy about the topic after nearly a year.Â
âShut up.â You mumbled through your mortification, wanting desperately to hide your face and scrub this conversation from your memory. Your cerebrum may be failing in an intellectual sense, but it was working just fine now and you hated to admit that talking about orgasms with Wanda made you needy.Â
Wanda laughed at your embarrassment, setting her wine glass down on the coffee table in front of her, her ringed fingers sparkling in the dim lighting of the room. The diamonds on her left hand were particularly blinding, and once again you remembered what you were to them and what Natasha wasnât to you.Â
âNatasha is just as upset about leaving you. She knows this is a stressful time, or did you forget we both went through eight years of law school?â Wanda quirked a perfectly sculpted brow in your direction, her green stare unwavering, and honestly, you had forgotten that theyâd been in your shoes once, even if it was years ago now. Your silence was enough of an answer for Wanda whose lips curled upward into her signature smirk of amusement. âI think youâll like the surprise.â
âYou know what it is?â Your head whipped in her direction, and no longer did you avoid looking into her eyes. Your excitement was back, and desperately you bounced on the couch and pulled the sleeve away from your mouth. âWhat is it?âÂ
âWhat kind of secret would it be if I gave it up so easily? You should know better than that, little one.â Wanda laughed, curling her legs further beneath her as she readjusted on the couch, not missing your immediate pout at her unwillingness to even give you a hint. âYou will find out soon.â
âI wanna find out now.â You huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch and crossing your arms over your chest. You wouldnât beg with Wanda, no you still had enough self control to restrain from stopping to such low levels, but maybe you could work Natasha and get her to cave before she made you sit through an entire movie still not knowing.Â
âAre you still pouting about the surprise?â The voice of your dominant hadnât been expected, and you lurched forward on the couch in a desperate attempt to please her. Both women laughed at your stick-straight posture and firmly planted feet, but only one of them leaned forward to kiss your head and for that you were grateful.Â
âYes!â You huffed, throwing your arms out toward your sides in exasperation, narrowly avoiding hitting Natasha in the face as she leaned down to place three plates of pizza on the coffee table. Youâd never understand how she could balance so many things at once, but when youâd asked once, sheâd just laughed and told you she was a skilled spy in another life. âPlease, Natty? I want to know! Wanda knows! You know! Iâm the only one who doesnât know!â
âThatâs because A, Wanda lives here, and B, the surprise is for you. Do I need to remind you of the definition of a surprise, or is your brain working enough to remind yourself.â She taunted, not yet moving to sit down on the couch and collect you into her embrace, and it was then you realized that she still needed to go and collect the waters from the kitchen. âEat. If half of that slice is gone by time I get back, maybe Iâll throw you a bone.âÂ
Wanda laughed at your deep frown, but she made no other comments that wouldâve gotten you into hot water with Natasha when you inevitably quipped back at her. You aggressively grabbed the slice from the plate, biting off more than you could comfortably chew just as a means of expressing your annoyance.Â
âSomebodyâs fussy.â Natasha merely commented, and you sighed knowing she was right. She was always right, but it never made the pill any easier to swallow when she called you out. âHow much sleep did you get last night?â She quizzed, and once again it felt like you were under interrogation as she looked up into her eyes and simultaneously felt Wandaâs gaze on the back of your head.Â
âHow many hours will you consider a reasonable amount?â You tried to wiggle your way out of trouble, but Natasha was unwilling to budge as she placed her hands on her hips. âTwo.â You eventually admitted. âAnd I had four coffees. I never answered that question. But it wasnât my fault, honest, Natty!âÂ
âAnd how would that not be your fault?â Natasha played your game, even if she so desperately wanted to march your ass up the stairs and make you go to bed right then and there.Â
âI had to cover for my group partners for a stupid project thatâs literally worth half of our grade! I donât know how those fucking idiots have even made it this far without being kicked out. Iâve been reaching out to them all semester, but I couldnât wait to finish it any more. Itâs due next week and every time I emailed the professor she just told me to wait a little longer because I still had time before it was due. I left them parts to do so that they could get some credit at least, that was a fucking mistake.â You seethed, your jaw locked as you recounted the events of last night that had definitely ended with you crying yourself to sleep out of sheer frustration.Â
âDetka.â Surprisingly, it was Wandaâs voice that called out to you, and you turned to face her with unbridled tears in your eyes. âYou are not responsible for the academics of others who do not wish to put in the same amount of effort as you. It was very nice that you tried to save their asses, but if I hear that you sacrificed your own wellbeing again, you will have to deal with me. Not Natasha, and not your professors. Is that understood?âÂ
You knew that Wanda could punish you if she really wanted to. Natasha had made that clear when youâd been filling out the contract. As much as you were only her submissive, youâd agreed to her proposition of letting Wanda deal with you if she saw fit, and clearly, this was an instance where both of them agreed because Natasha didnât offer a single defense in your favor. Wanda had never threatened to punish you, not seriously at least, it was more or less just banter between two dominants who sought out different things in a submissive, but now she was beyond serious and your cheeks flushed at the scolding. Your typical snarky response attitude fell away in an instance, leaving only a pliant submissive in the place where sarcasm usually filled. You tested Wanda. You pushed her buttons and bit back at her when she dangled bait in front of your face, but it was always Wanda that you fought with, the woman Natasha married, not the dominant you knew that she was both inside and outside of the bedroom. You had enough respect for her to address her with obedience now, even if you tried to tell yourself you hated her guts.Â
âYes, maâam.â You whispered, dropping your gaze to your trembling hands in your lap. âI only tried to help them. My professor kept telling me everything was okay.âÂ
âYour professor is an idiot, and if she doesnât fail your partners when you tell her that they did nothing to help you, which you will tell her next time you have class, I will deal with her myself. Is that understood, little one?â Wandaâs hand reached out to capture your chin, and although you wanted to flinch away from her touch, scared that it would burn you if that was at all possible, you allowed her to redirect your stare until you were looking into her worried and angered eyes.Â
âYes.â You deflated, hating that your peaceful evening had turned into this. âCan we just drop it? Please? I donât want to talk about school.âÂ
âYouâve had a long couple of days, havenât you?â Natasha cooed sweetly, understanding what you needed even if you hadnât explicitly asked for it. You wanted to shut your brain off and just surrender yourself to her. You wanted her to take control, you wanted her to make the decisions, and she was more than happy to comply with that request.Â
âThe longest.â You sighed out, leaning into her touch when she reached a hand out and gently cradled your face. âI didnât want to be naughty. I didnât think I was being naughty.âÂ
âI never laid out academic expectations, you have no reason to feel guilty about breaking a rule you didnât know existed. You know now, and will you do it again?â Natasha asked softly, getting down on her knees in front of you and softly wiping the pads of her thumbs against your cheeks, wiping away tears that hadnât yet fallen.Â
âNo.â You shook your head, an admission that you couldnât stop from forming on the tip of your tongue. âWandaâs scary.âÂ
Natasha laughed at your statement, but she nodded her head softly, not disagreeing with you. She had been on the receiving end of Wandaâs scolding one too many times, and she knew just how threatening it could be. If you thought she was scary now, when she was admittedly being very soft and patient with you, Natasha knew youâd be a gonner the second you actually did anything to piss her off. âShe is pretty scary, huh? But itâs only because she cares about you, even though you like to act like a little brat whenever sheâs around. Youâre a cute brat.âÂ
âNatalia.â Wandaâs sharp tone caught both of your attention, and subconsciously you leaned in closer to Natasha as if she could protect you from her wife. âDo not encourage her.âÂ
Natasha cracked a small goofy smile that had you giggling, your guilt and upset long forgotten as you leaned forward to kiss her nose the same way she did to you. âEat your pizza, baby. Iâll show you the surprise after, okay?âÂ
âOkay.â You agreed, letting her stand and retreat back to the kitchen to collect the water she would undeniably make you drink entirely. âIâm a cute brat.â You looked back at Wanda, repeating Natashaâs words that would definitely get you in trouble at a later date, but for tonight, Wanda allowed you to feel content with the admission, not wanting to see any more tears in your eyes. She would never tell you, but seeing you upset broke her heart just as much as it did when she saw Natasha upset.
âI am not above spanking a cute brats ass until itâs sore for a week, but yes, you are a very cute brat.â Wanda laughed, not missing the way your eyes bulged out of your head and you quickly distracted yourself with another bite of pizza.Â
When pizza was eaten and a significant amount of water was drunk, Natasha kept her promise of showing you to your surprise. Wanda didnât trail along with you, more than content to let you have a moment alone with the woman you would miss unbearably by this time tomorrow. You held onto Natashaâs hand as she guided you down the upstairs hallway, practically bouncing on your toes as she took her sweet time.Â
âWhy are we going in here? Itâs empty.â You frowned when Natasha abruptly stopped walking and instead stood still in front of the third door on the left; the last door on this side of the hallway. The first two doors led to rooms you knew well, although Wandaâs office was significantly less explored then Natashaâs, youâd still been in there a handful of times when your dominant asked you to place some paperwork on her desk.Â
âFinals are coming up, and I know you hate working in the library because college kids donât know the definition of quiet.â Natasha began, her hand not yet reaching for the gold doorknob. The suspense was killing you, and she seemed to take great pleasure in that fact. âI thought you would like to have a space where you can come and do your work, or just decompress if you need to. Well, it was actually Wandaâs idea, but she thought youâd hate it if she knew it was her suggestion, so donât tell her I told you.â Â
âMy lips are sealed.â You giggled, keeping your voice low and hushed, though you were absolutely certain Wanda could hear the both of you perfectly clear despite your mutual efforts to be sneaky. The woman had a strange sixth sense for knowing when you and Natasha were causing trouble, but this time it was at least a good trouble.Â
âYou have your key. I want you to use it when Iâm gone, even if Wandaâs home and you think she wonât want to see you. This might not be your home, but you are welcome at all hours of the day and night.â Natasha kissed the side of your head gently before she reached out for the doorknob and gently led you inside, flicking on the lights when both of you were inside of the room.Â
The plain white walls that you were used to were now adorned in all kinds of photographs and prints. Some of the pieces displayed were photographs of you and Natasha that you didnât even know existed, but some were posters of your favorite places and artists that only someone who paid careful attention would know. Youâd droned on and on about Scotland and Moscow one night with Natasha, and you hadnât expected her to really be listening, nor remember the exact locations mentioned, but the scenic photographs of your favorite towns and cities proved that she had been and that she did. There were little knick knacks and trinkets on the bookshelf toward the back of the room, and your eyes quickly spotted a figurine of a whimsical fairy placed right beside your favorite children's book that brought you comfort on long days. There was greenery in almost every corner of the room. A succulent sitting on your desk with prickly beige spikes adorning its thickest section. You giggled at the pot of choice, approaching it slowly as if you werenât allowed to touch it. The entire room was magnificent and so perfectly you, you didnât even know how to express your gratitude.
âThis is amazing, Nat.â You breathed out in wonder, sweeping the tips of your fingers along the potted cactus. The pot was a nude color, notably the same shade of pale as Natashaâs skin in the wintertime, and the painted nipples on the pot were comically small and pink. You knew that sheâd been the one to pick out that pot, and you could almost imagine Wandaâs exasperation when sheâd been shown it. âHow much of a fuss did Wanda put up about the pot?â You giggled.Â
âOh she made me cook dinner for three days after that purchase. Something about me being âincredibly childish and needing to learn how an adult actsâ. I know she likes it though. Thereâs a matching one in our bathroom.â Natashaâs smirk was smug, and you desperately wanted to kiss it off her face, but you were frozen in place when you realized there was a desktop computer sitting in the middle of your desk that was identical to the one in both her and Wandaâs office.Â
âNat, you didnât need to do this. This must have cost you a fortune.â Tears brimmed your eyes, but unlike before, they werenât in the slightest bit sad. You crashed into her chest with a force that threatened to knock her on her ass, but she had maintained upright and had reciprocated the embrace with a tightness that only reminded you about her upcoming departure. âIâm going to miss you so much.â Â
âHey, look at me, angel.â Natasha gently guided your eyes to meet hers, and you were shocked to find that they were just as glassy as your own. Maybe Wanda was telling you the truth when she said Natasha was just as upset about the business trip as you are. âIâll be back in three hundred and thirty six hours, and then Iâm not leaving for the rest of summer. You have me for three full months, can you be my strong girl for two weeks?âÂ
âOnly if you promise that you won't have any fun while youâre gone. And that youâll drink a pina colada for me, straight out of a coconut, with a pink bendy straw and a little umbrella.â Natasha laughed at your petulant proposition, but she extended her pinky finger in the same childish fashion.Â
âI pinky promise I wonât have any fun. Itâll be impossible to have any fun without you, detka.â She whispered, leaning forward to brush her lips against your forehead. âAnd I pinky promise to drink a pina colada straight out of a coconut with a pink bendy straw and a little umbrella just for you.âÂ
âI can be your strong girl then.â You wrapped your pinky around hers, pulling your entangled fingers close to kiss them softly and lock in the promise. âI wish you didnât have to leave.âÂ
âI wish I didnât have to leave either, but itâs my turn to be the big scary boss lady. And, youâll have this space to come to if you miss me. There might be a couple of other surprises laying around, but I want you to find them in your own time, okay?âÂ
âNo super sneaky peeking around.â You agreed, cracking a genuine smile up at her. âCan we go watch the movie now? Wanda hasnât complained about seeing Cars in a while.âÂ
âAre you ever going to let her have a moment of peace?â Natasha laughed at your cheeky expression, smoothing it down with a lingering kiss that was nothing but sweet.Â
âAbsolutely not.â You giggled, already peeling away from her body and making a mad dash down the stairs and toward the living room, knowing that sheâd be right behind you.Â
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A fire in your lower belly is the sensation that eventually pulls you from sleep, though the blinding presence of morning sunshine is a close second. It takes only three seconds for you to realize that your hips are pinned to the soft mattress beneath your weight, incapacitating you from attempting to stretch like a newborn kitten, it takes you a further three seconds to realize that the fire in your core was not a result of a wet dream you couldnât remember, but rather Natashaâs tongue and fingers as she worked you open.Â
You gasped at a particularly harsh thrust, her fingers curling into your pussy with a vengeance, seeking out that soft spot within your walls that made your eyes roll each and every time she abused it. If you werenât so disoriented from sleep, you wouldâve had the decency to feel embarrassed about the wet squelching sounds that Natasha draws from your cunt every time she snaps her wrist back toward your mound, but there's no time to think about how desperate your body is for her touch even when asleep.Â
âDaddy!â You cry out, your back arching off the bed, attempting to push yourself closer to her face and seek out a deeper pressure on your clit that's being worked over with practiced ease. You briefly wonder how long sheâs been between your legs, but it's not a thought that stays longer than a fleeting single second before you're being distracted by her nails digging into your thigh wit the hand thats not fucking your desperate hole. âPlease! Fuck!âÂ
Natasha moans against your pussy, and itâs only when you raise your head to see her clearly that you realize that there's a vibrator clenched between her own naked thighs and sheâs actively chasing her own high, her hips rocking against the bulbous head of the purple toy you have a love-hate relationship with. Your fingers reach down to grab at her auburn hair, pulling her closer to where you need her most, begging her to fix the mess that she single-handedly created.Â
You can feel the coil growing in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter with each pass of her tongue against your throbbing clit. You come undone so quickly for her, thereâs no telling if sheâs been between your thighs for mere minutes or entire hours, but the sensation of sunlight against your face tells you that itâs at least ten in the morning, and Natashaâs an early riser, so you know that if anything, sheâs been edging you for at least an hour so successfully that you hadnât even stirred.Â
Her lips pull away from your clit far too soon for your liking, and the hill that youâd been climbing slowly starts to fall despite the fingers still practicing a punishing pace as they disappear into your most intimate part. âDo you know how many sweet orgasms Daddy has stolen from you, Princess? Do you know how sweetly you moan when you're still asleep?âÂ
âFuck, Daddy, please!â You cry out in desperation, writhing on the bed before her free hand leaves your thigh and reclaims its position against your hips, effectively stilling your movements and leaving you to just accept what she gives you.Â
âFive. Daddyâs edged you five times. You mustâve been so sleepy, baby girl. Do you feel all rested now?â She teases, and her mouth is so close to your pussy that you can feel the vibration of her words against your clit. She wont start up again until youâve answered her, but there's not a single coherent sentence in your brain at the moment. Your senses and thoughts are consumed with one thing; her. âHm, do you feel better now, baby? You were so tired last night you didnât even make a fuss when Wanda carried you to bed.â
Your face flushes in embarrassment as you learn about who had been the one to tuck you in so tenderly. You remember red hair and soft lips as they kissed your forehead, you remember a gentle hand brushing against your cheeks as you whined for them to stay with you, but it hadnât registered that it was Wanda who carried you upstairs and not Natasha.Â
âY-Yes, yes I feel better, now please! P-Please Daddy, make me cum! Let me cum!â You sob rather pathetically, but you're too lost in pleasure to care about how needy you come across. Your fingers that are still threaded into her hair attempt to pull her lips back to your clit and she lets you. If she didnât want you winning, you know she couldâve easily resisted your grip, but there's something so satisfying about believing that youâve overpowered Natasha Maximoff.Â
âThought youâd never ask.â Natasha hums against your clit, devouring your pussy with purpose. Sheâs not wasting time on pleasantries, you suppose sheâs already done enough of that, and her tongue sets a punishing pace in tune with her fingers as she circles and flicks at your clit with the very opposite of kitten licks like you know she loves to tease you with.Â
âOh! Oh!â You cry out, an orgasm approaching you, but unlike earlier, Natasha doesnât pull away and she doesnât slow down, if anything, she picks up speed and hammers into your pussy so harshly you know youâll be feeling these lingering touches for days afterward. You canât bring it upon yourself to care though, and your hips attempt to meet her thrusts. âPlease! Please!âÂ
âHold it.â Natasha sounds desperate herself, and it's only when she increases the speed of the vibrator that you realize what she wants. She wants to cum together. Sheâs leaving today, in less than two hours, but sheâs taking the time to be with you rather than packing her carry-on, and on top of that, she wants to cum together. You're drowning in adoration, blinded by pleasure, completely surrendering yourself to her and whatever she deems you worthy of receiving. âJust a little more, Daddyâs so close, baby. Gonna cum with Daddy? You gonna cum all over Daddyâs face and let her taste you before she leaves? Gonna let me remember the taste of your sweet pussy before I leave for the airport?â
âPlease! Please, I want to cum for you!â You cry out, your blunt nails clawing at the skin of her neck and shoulders as you feel yourself beginning to crash over that blissful edge of satisfaction. Natasha doesnât stop you this time, and with the slightest signal of permission as her fingers tap twice on your belly, you fall over that edge and gush around her fingers.Â
âGood girl.â She coos, her breath caught in her throat as she comes down from her own high, wiggling away from the vibrator when the sensations become too much against her sensitive clit. âSuch a good girl for me.â She praises you, rewarding you with a soft kiss against your throbbing clit. âShh, let Daddy clean you up.â Natasha hums, pulling her fingers out of your pussy and replacing them with her tongue. You reach for her hand, knowing how much it drives her crazy when you suck your orgasm off of her fingers, and right now, youâre more than willing to please her in that way. Your tongue rolls between her knuckles, your teeth gently nibbling at her skin. You can barely feel her tongue cleaning you up as you devote yourself to her fingers, but you know sheâs satisfied when she leans overtop of you and kisses you slowly, her lips damp with your arousal.Â
âMorning, Natty.â You whisper shyly, threading your fingers through her hair in a much nicer manner now that youâre not desperate for release. She smiles and mumbles the same greeting against your lips, and though you can taste yourself on her tongue, you can also taste Wanda, and you have a feeling the Sokovian lawyer in the room just next door was woken up in the same fashion. âCan taste Wanda on you.â You giggle softly, shoving her away from you in favor of cuddling up into her chest and making the most of the next hour and a half.Â
âSheâs sweet, isnât she?â Natasha teases, her fingers, still damp from your mouth, trace the smooth embellishments on your cheeks. She adores all of your imperfections, sheâs guilty of running her thumb across the jagged scar on your hip whenever you wear shirts short enough to reveal the blemished skin, but something about her right now is so different then the many other times youâve been in this position. You never want to leave her embrace but you know that you have to. You hate that you have to. âWandaâs making breakfast. I have time for some coffee and pancakes before my flight.âÂ
âI donât want you to leave. I can fit in your suitcase if I really try, Iâm sure of it.â You plead with her, but despite her wanting to see you try, she shakes her head and kisses away the pout on your lips.Â
âI think that counts as human trafficking. I might be the best lawyer in the world, but even I donât have a good enough defense to get me out of those charges.â She teases, pulling you into an upright position so you won't fall asleep on her like you want to.Â
âPiggyback down the stairs?â You question, rubbing your eyes with closed fists, another one of your habits that both Natasha and Wanda hate, but she doesnât reprimand you today.Â
âOf course, darling. Put your shorts back on and then Iâll bring you down.â Natasha kisses you one last time before she gently forces you off the guest bed and onto your own feet. You make quick work of redressing, forgoing the purple panties you had initially worn over last night, knowing that if sheâd taken the time to edge you five times before youâd even woken up, that they were surely drenched and in need of multiple washes. Better yet, you might as well just throw them out.Â
You clamber onto her back with a smile on your lips the second your shorts are back into place, giggling manically when she jostles you around and makes a show of running down the stairs two at a time, much to Wandaâs displeasure. Your sensitive core rubs against the seam of your pajama shorts and the muscles in her back, but you pay the tickling sensations no mind, desperate to just enjoy these last few moments in her company to the best of your abilities.Â
âDo you still have a voice, malenâkiy? Iâm pretty sure the neighbors heard you.â Wanda teased the second you and Natasha entered the kitchen, bringing an immediate scowl to your face. You kicked your foot out in her direction, knowing youâd miss but just wanting to retaliate in some way. âDo not act up with me, little one. Natasha canât save you when she leaves.âÂ
âDonât be a meanie then!â You stuck your tongue out at her, hardly realizing the grave you were digging for yourself. Tensions were high with the promise of Natasha leaving, there was no real malice behind your jabs, but just as your emotions were unruly, Wandaâs patience was thin. Your eyes went wide when she suddenly appeared so much closer than you remembered her being, and you anticipated her next move before sheâd even acted, but unfortunately for you, you hadnât been quick enough to pull your tongue back into the safety of your mouth before Wanda was pinching it between her thumb and pointer finger. Â
âI understand youâre upset, but I will not tolerate this disobedience. If you want to join us for breakfast, you will knock it off now, otherwise I have no problem making you a plate and sending you to eat in the living room by yourself. Is that what you want, milyy?â You shook your head, but quickly regretted the decision when you remembered Wanda still held your tongue firmly. You whined, batting her hands away from your face but she was unrelenting, and if anything, her grip only got tighter. âIf I see that tongue out again, youâre not going to like what happens.â She warned, and even though you wanted to call her bluff, Natashaâs tight grip on your ankles told you that was not a fire you wanted to play with today.Â
You whined, thankful that she had stopped holding your tongue captive and had walked back toward the stove, but now you were left with the sickest feeling of embarrassment crawling up your spine. For as bratty as you tended to be, you hated being scolded. You attempted to hide away in Natashaâs neck, but Wanda seemed to have grown a third eye and was quick to reprimand your fleeting attempts to worm your way into Natashaâs good graces.Â
âYou do not get to hide. You wanted to be a brat, you can deal with the embarrassment of being reprimanded. If Iâve told you once, Iâve told you a million times, I am not as lenient as my wife, and I do not tolerate disobedience. Fix your pout, go sit down at the table, and wait quietly for me to finish your eggs.â Wanda pointed toward the already set table with her spatula, only briefly glancing back at you when she made the effort to reach for the salt and pepper shakers.Â
âWanna stay with Natty.â You pleaded quietly, not attempting to hide your face again, but still holding tightly onto your dominant who would be leaving for the airport in forty minutes. You didnât even have a full hour left anymore.Â
âIâll be right there, go sit down. Itâs okay, youâre okay.â Natasha lowered you onto the ground, softly kissing your temple before she patted your bottom and guided your shoulders in the direction of the table just beyond the threshold of the kitchen. Wanda and Natasha were the only people you know that actively used their dining room for every meal they ate together. They even had a breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen with pretty blue placemats and a vase of fresh flowers as a centerpiece, but on the nights that you slept over, youâve never even seen so much as a book be left on the table.Â
You sighed, doing as was asked of you, if only for a handful of minutes before you headed straight back toward the kitchen. You could hear their whispered voices even from where you were meant to be sitting at the table, but what they were saying was practically indistinguishable. They were too far away and far too quiet to make out clearly, but you hoped it wasnât about you. You hoped that you hadnât completely ruined Natashaâs last morning at home before her business trip. You sighed softly, deciding against ignoring your anxiety, and slowly approached them again, your hands clasped in front of you. As much as you wanted to run straight toward Natasha and have her hold you, your eyes were trained on Wanda, waiting for her to notice your presence, though you knew she already had. Maybe she was waiting for you to make the first move, or maybe she was ignoring you because she thought you were deliberately disobeying her. She wasnât your dominant, she wasnât anything to you, not really at least, but somehow it felt wrong to disobey her so directly. Â
âWhat is it, detka? Wanda asked you to sit at the table, did she not?â Natasha decided to throw you a bone after it was made clear that neither you nor Wanda were going to make the first move. You were both far too stubborn for your own good, but luckily enough, you had her to bridge the gap when neither of you were willing to give an inch.Â
Your eyes flickered between both Natasha and Wanda, and softly, so softly, you found the strength to apologize. âMâsorry, Wanda.â You admitted weakly, looking down at your naked feet in a lash ditch effort to avoid her strong stare, not wanting to see her face if she decided to reject your apology and send you away again. âC-Can I stay here?âÂ
âCome here.â Wanda sighed softly, and you faintly recognized the sound of the spatula being set down and placed on the countertop. When you looked up from your feet, still avoiding Wandaâs eye but no longer trying to make yourself seem small, you noticed that the eggs were done cooking, piled up onto a serving plate and resting near a pitcher of orange juice that you had no doubt was freshly squeezed and organic from the local farmers market, though it lacked pulp much to your delight. Natasha was a freak when it came to how she liked her orange juice, but you were glad to see that at least somebody who permanently occupied a space in this house had some sanity. âI didnât send you over there as a punishment, detka. You needed to breathe, and now that you have, you feel better donât you?âÂ
You nodded your head, because admittedly you did feel a little bit better now that you had taken a couple of minutes to put space between yourself and Wanda and all the big sad feelings you had no choice but to shuffle through. You still wrung your fingers together and looked everywhere but Wandaâs eye, but you definitely felt better. You could see Natashaâs smile in your peripheral vision, and you exhaled softly at the confirmation that you hadnât completely ruined everything, another weight falling off of your shoulders.Â
âDid being over there make you anxious because you could hear us talking and you thought it was about you?â Wanda tested the waters, and your head snapped up to look at her with pure bewilderment in your expression. âArenât you the one who calls me a witch, shouldnât you expect for me to know everything that goes on in that pretty little head?âÂ
âYeah.â You grimaced slightly. You didnât know she had caught onto your less than creative nickname for her, but apparently she had and had just accepted it without complaint, or maybe she had complained to Natasha, but she wasnât saying anything to you about it now. You felt bad, not normally someone who resorted to name calling when you were around someone you didnât like, but Wanda just made you so⊠annoyed, for lack of a better adjective. Â
âGood job recognizing that.â She praised you lightly, and as much as you didnât want to, you glowed beneath her positive attention, your eyes flickering to Natasha as if to ask her if she was actually hearing the same thing as you. The auburn-haired woman laughed at your expression, merely shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. âAh, not looking at Natasha, looking at me. Good girl.â Wanda gently scolded, and your cheeks flushed at her continuous praise. If someone would've told you that when youâd gotten into this situation that Wanda would be the one dishing out praise while Natasha stood silently on the sidelines, you wouldâve laughed in their face. âCome here, I made Natty and Iâs pancakes, but you can make yours.âÂ
âI can help?â You light up at the suggestion, eager to get your hands on the bowl of batter that was waiting on the side of the stove, and you definitely spotted chocolate chips sitting right beside it. Neither Wanda nor Natasha had any specs of brown on their breakfast, so you wondered if those had been taken down just for you.Â
âIf you promise not to splash batter everywhere.â Wanda hummed, and her eyes flickered briefly over to Natasha who was less than amused at the unneeded comment.Â
âIt was one time! And it was your fault! Who comes up behind someone in the middle of making pancakes!â Natasha exclaimed in playful exasperation, though her wide smile betrayed her faux annoyance.Â
âAnd what is throwing pancake batter going to do if I had been the intruder you claimed to think I was? Was your plan to avoid being murdered by offering them a nice homemade breakfast?â Wanda rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to Natashaâs cheek before she focused her attention back to you. âBring the eggs to the table, Natasha.âÂ
âBring the eggs to the table, Natasha. Wash my car in the middle of a snowstorm, Natasha. Find a way to make elephants purple, Natasha.â The woman droned on in an accent similar to Wandaâs, though there was a distinguishable difference in her tone. With her Russian roots, she couldnât quite master the Sokovian accent, but she certainly tried her best. Her mocking was more or less ignored, though Wanda did threateningly snap a dish towel in her direction and wordlessly pointed toward the dining room. âI thought this was my going away breakfast and yet Iâm being put to work.âÂ
âYou have thirty minutes to eat, and unless youâd like me to let you get on a plane starving, youâll do as I ask.â Wanda rolled her eyes, but her attention was no longer on her dramatic wife. Instead, she was entirely focused on you and guiding you through the motions of pouring the remaining pancake batter into the already hot and sizzling pan. You giggled when the smallest bit of batter splattered out of the pan, landing on the skin of your hand though you were grateful it wasnât yet hot.
âCan I put chocolate chips in it?â You bounced on your toes excitedly, already reaching for the bag despite not yet having Wandaâs permission. Natasha was strictly against you eating sugary things for breakfast when you had classes to focus on, but it seems Wanda didnât share the same concerns, because she hummed her approval seconds before your hand dipped into the bag.Â
âDo you want some pancake with your chocolate, honey?â Wanda laughed, and for once, you didnât get offended by her teasing, just craned your neck and offered her the brightest smile you could muster. âIf you canât pay attention in class today, we will not be having chocolate chip pancakes on weekdays again. Got it, dove?âÂ
âGot it!â You giggled, not really paying attention to her anyways. You were entirely too busy making sure that your single pancake didnât burn as a result of the too high heat and combined culinary negligence, though every couple of seconds you snuck a handful of chocolate chips into your mouth and hummed as they melted on your tongue. They bought the good chocolate, that shouldnât have surprised you.Â
âI can see you, you are aware of that, arenât you?â Wanda laughed, but there was no bite to her taunt, and again you found that it didnât bother you like it usually did. If she had wanted you to stop eating the chocolate chips, she wouldâve asked you to, but she quite enjoyed seeing you so carefree and happy with the ongoing promise of Natashaâs departure looming heavily in the air around you both.Â
âDo you want one?â You replied coyly, holding up your hand for her to see. There was in fact a singular chocolate chip pinched between your fingers, and while Wanda wanted to roll her eyes and remind you that she had been the one to purchase them in the first place, she settled for simply accepting your offer. Her way of accepting your offer however, had not been what youâd had in mind, and youâd flinched in shock when her teeth grazed the knuckles of your fingers and her tongue corralled the single piece of chocolate into her mouth. âThatâ That is not what I meant!â You blushed a ferocious shade of red, quickly turning back around and focusing your attention on the pancake that had finally finished cooking.Â
âStop teasing her, Wands!â Natashaâs voice called out from the dinning room where she had remained throughout the entire ordeal, but you could hear the amusement in her tone and wondered if she could see the both of you from wherever she was standing.Â
âYeah, Wands.â You giggled, poking your tongue out at the lawyer before you remembered her earlier words and your face dropped. âSorry!âÂ
âShe stuck her tongue out at you again, didnât she?â Natashaâs voice filled your ears, and the sound of her laughter followed shortly after, but you were too mortified to smile at the sound. You turned around to look at Wanda nervously, noting that her hands were on her hips and her perfectly manicured nails glimmered beneath the bright lighting and unfiltered sunlight. Her eyebrow was quirked perfectly, and you wondered how long she had practiced that expression until she was sure it was perfect. She had her intimidation tactics down pat, but you supposed that came with owning the world's most successful law firm. Â
âSorry! I really didnât mean to!â You pleaded with her to believe you, knowing that the time you could spend with Natasha was slowly dwindling, and you really did not want to spend the last few minutes of contact with Wanda mad at you.Â
The stern expression on the lawyer's face melted away like it had never been there in the first place, and Wanda laughed so sweetly you were almost absolutely certain that youâd somehow missed a joke Natasha murmured from the dining room. You pouted in confusion, digging your toe into the hardwood floor and flickering your gaze down to watch.Â
âYouâre fine, detka. Thank you for apologizing, but I know you were just teasing, huh?â She smiled, lifting your chin to meet your gaze. She kissed your forehead, something she had only ever done when you were half-asleep or entirely fucked out, but you couldnât deny, even though you desperately wanted to, that it felt nice, comforting even. âGet those pancakes into the dining room before they get cold. Natty only has a couple more minutes before her driver gets here.âÂ
And once again you were faced with the unavoidable truth. Natasha was leaving for fourteen days and there was nothing you could do to stop it.Â
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The first five days without Natasha had gone as well as had been expected, though you would say you were faring significantly better than sheâd ever anticipated. Even Wanda, who you had seen a handful of times throughout the week when you escaped to the Maximoff residence to work in your newly established office, had been surprised at your composure. The older woman of the couple had never been away for so long, usually capping her trips at three to five days, and even that was challenging for you to accept in the beginning of your relationship, but you were handling the distance well and with pride, being her strong girl like youâd promised to be. You talked daily, and though you didnât hear her voice as much as you would like, sheâd made the time to FaceTime twice so far. Just because she didnât have the time to call didnât mean you missed out completely on what activities she was up to though. She made sure to send you plenty of pictures of the scenery, and youâd all but gushed over the resort she was staying at when she sent you a picture of the sunset from her room. There were at least twenty pictures of Bahama sunrises in your camera roll now, but your favorite pictures were the ones you got at random throughout the day that were nonsensical and entirely her. She sent you pictures of her outfits and of her drinks when she managed to escape to the bar after whatever meetings had given her a headache. Sheâd managed to get her hands on a pina colada in a coconut on the second day of her trip, and although the bendy straw was yellow not pink, you forgave her and asked how it was. Your most favorite pictures however, were the ones of her notes. Youâd expected the CEO of a successful law firm to take detailed and attentive notes, but every time she sent you a picture of her notebook, the pages were filled with random doodles of flowers and stick people, and yours and Wandaâs name in different squiggly styles. You held those closest to your chest, because even if you were just her submissive, she was thinking about you the same way she was thinking about Wanda, her wife.Â
Your academic workload hadnât lightened in the last five days, but youâd been juggling classes and routine well, somehow managing to balance studying and homework as seamlessly as anyone who made the decision to overload in a Spring semester could manage. You had hours of homework a night, research papers and historical annotations never giving you a break, but the end was in sight, and for a while, that simple fact had been enough to keep you pushing through. You knew Natasha would be proud of your grades at the end of the semester, and you had been anticipating the praise and reward she was sure to provide, but that all came crashing down after your last lecture of the night. Your professor, Sharan Carter, had berated you for your complaints about your group project, but not only that, she had failed you. Her reasoning had been that you did not adhere to the guidelines of the assignment, claiming that you made no effort to work alongside your partners, and even though she had a small novel of proof in her email history that debunked that accusation, she hadnât wanted to hear your side of the story, and had sent you out of her office with the dismissive shake of her head.Â
All you had wanted in that moment of shame and defeat was Natasha, and although you knew she was over a thousand miles away on a tropical island, probably stiff as a board in some multi-hour meeting that she had no real care for, you had gotten in your car and driven straight to the Maximoff residence. Your hands were trembling at your sides, and it would appear to anyone who even glanced at you too quickly that youâd been caught in a sporadic storm with how damp your cheeks were from the tears that defied your attempts to keep them at bay. Your hands were trembling so violently that you couldnât get the key in the hole, and dissimilar from how the front door remained unlocked until lights out when Natasha was home, you found that Wanda was in the habit of locking it each and every time she left and entered. The thought of the Sokovian lawyer made a sob crawl past your lips, and feverishly you knocked on the door, hoping she could hear you from wherever she was in the house. You didnât care about how you were supposed to hate her. You didnât care about the rivalry that existed between the two of you, though it was slowly becoming an afterthought as the days passed. She was the only source of comfort you had right now, and as you waited on the porch, shaking like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, you yearned for her touch and her citrusy scent.Â
When the door opened, and the quickest glimpse of Wandaâs burgundy hair flashed before your eyes, there wasnât a second of hesitation that crossed your mind before you stepped past the threshold of where their porch met the entryway and dug yourself into the lawyerâs chest, desperately clutching at her t-shirt. Agonizing sobs further shake your already trembling body, and you barely recognize the weight of her hands slinking around your waist and drawing you in closer to her chest as you finally let yourself fall apart completely.Â
âS-She failed me.â You sobbed into Wandaâs arms, acutely aware of how silly you probably came across to the businesswoman as you allowed yourself to become so distraught over something as trivial as a project grade, but the combination of academic failure and Natashaâs absence had entirely demolished your reserve. âA-And you told me to t-tell you if she didnât listen to me! So I am! I did! Iâm telling you! A-And Nattyâs not here, and Iâm so tired, and she failed me and it dropped my entire semester grade to a D! A-And I just, I just wanted Nat, and I donât even know why I came because I know sheâs not here, b-but then I got here and I just wanted you, and-and-and-âÂ
âShh,â Wanda soothed you gently, effectively stopping you from working yourself up even further than she thought possible with your practically incomprehensible rambling and heartbreaking tears. Her gentle hands rub patterns onto your back that you were only vaguely aware of in your state of upset, but eventually the combination of her physical presence and dull beating of her heart in your ear calms you down enough to allow you to suck in a sharp gasp of air. âYouâre okay. Youâre okay, sweetheart. Just take a deep breath for me, okay? Good girl.âÂ
You melted into Wandaâs embrace as she continued to hold you tight, one of her ringed hands eventually trailing up your spine until it found a home at the back of your head. She pressed your face into her neck, not caring about how your wet cheeks made her skin damp and sticky, just wanting to keep you close until she was absolutely certain that you had calmed down enough to breathe normally. Even if you hadnât realized how close you were to tipping over the edge and into a full episode of panic, Wanda had, and it scared her half to death to see you so distraught and beside yourself. Up until this very moment, sheâd never even considered how she would miss your sarcastic quips and ruthless banter, but opening her front door to find you a mere shell of the woman you usually were had been horrifying and not something she ever wanted to relive.Â
Eventually, you pulled away from her embrace, wanting to wipe your cheeks free of tear tracks and mascara, and desperate to breathe in the fresh scent of blossoming spring that surrounded the suburban roads of Westview. Wanda smelled heavenly, she was positively addicting with her coconut mandarin mix, but fresh air was non negotiable in your current state, and greedily you breathed in through your nose deeply until that suffocating feeling in your chest became a simple buzz. It was then that you realized Wanda was wearing her blue light glasses, and your gut clenched in guilt, realizing that sheâd been working up until your little meltdown. Â
âFuck, you were working. Iâm sorry.â You apologized quickly, a fresh onslaught of tears brimming your eyes. You couldnât seem to do anything right today, and so desperately you wished that Natasha were here to make it all better, despite knowing the luck of your day had nothing to do with the physical presence of one single person.Â
âNo more tears. No more tears, detka.â Wanda coaxes you farther into the house, not allowing you to back away and retreat toward your car like youâd been attempting to do since realization sunk in. âNat told you to come over whenever, Iâm glad you remembered that. I know Iâm not Natasha, sweet girl. I wish I could bring her back for you, but for right now, why donât you tell me what you need, hm? Can you do that?âÂ
âYouâre working. Itâs important if you're working at home this late.â You whispered shamefully, not wanting to be the reason Wanda falls behind on deadlines. You know itâs her company and she can do whatever she damn well pleases, pushing off a few measly emails included in that long list of possibilities, but you would feel horrible if your childish breakdown caused more work and stress for both her and Natasha in the future.Â
âIt is important, youâre right about that, malysh. Darcy fucked up big time with a client, and now I need to fix her mess before they ask for her release, and I wonât be able to argue with them if it comes to that, but nothing is more important then your wellbeing, so can you talk me through what you need?â Wanda gently cupped your cheeks in the same manner that Natasha usually does when you're in this state, and you felt a pang of sadness rush through you as you realized the true extent of how much you missed her. Youâd been pushing off the sadness and grief that came with her absence, but you couldnât avoid it forever, and apparently it had decided to catch up with you now.Â
âWater. Natty always makes me drink water after and she⊠she holds me.â You admitted shyly, afraid of Wandaâs reaction to what you were indirectly asking of her, but all she did was smile at you reassuringly and lead you in toward the kitchen, the wide open front door forgotten about for a few short moments.Â
Wanda makes quick work of filling a glass for you, not letting go of your hand for more than a necessary second throughout the entire process, for which you were grateful. You were absolutely certain that if she let go now, youâd spiral back down into that isolating pit of never ending thoughts. She pours herself a glass as well, though hers is taller than yours. She takes a sip before motioning for you to do the same, watching you intently over the rim of her glasses that have started to slip down the bridge of her nose. The cold water feels marvelous on your throat when you finally raise the glass to your lips and take a small sip, having not realized how scratchy and stiff it was as a result of your crying.Â
âWould you like to sit in with me as I finish up with the paperwork?â Wanda questions you, her tone indicative of your freedom to decline her offer and ask for something else, but you wouldnât even dream about saying no to her right now.Â
âI can?â You asked meekly, shuffling on your feet nervously.Â
âI wouldnât have offered it if I wasnât being truthful, dorogoy. I know youâre worried about me falling behind, so I figured I could hold you in my lap for a while until I finish up everything that needs to get done. Does that sound like a good plan?â Wanda checked in with you, her thumb rubbing comforting circles on your knuckles. Her touch on your hand is a stark contrast from how sheâd last grabbed you when you were in the kitchen together, but it feels nice and you donât ever want to pull away from it.Â
âThe front doors still open.â You remind her, and she laughs softly at your concern for the door, guiding you back into the living room and toward the entryway. She closes the door with a soft push, making sure that both locks are clicked before she even considers turning toward the stairs and leading you up toward her office. She may be a capable woman, but a home intruder felt like something she wasnât quite qualified to deal with.Â
âThere, all better.â She smiled down at you, leaning in just close enough to brush her lips against your forehead. âDo you need anything else before we head up to my office? It might take a couple of hours before I have everything completed.âÂ
âNo.â You decline her offer, shuffling closer into her embrace when you ultimately decided she was too far away. Your free hand was still holding onto the glass of water, and you were careful not to spill any of it as you moved.
âOkay then, bug. Letâs go.â She squeezed your hand tightly, slowly leading the way toward her office despite your familiarity with the route. You didnât complain about her slow pace, taking the time to really admire the subtle details of her home that you overlooked when you were busy chasing Natasha around.Â
The Maximoff residence was luxuriant and abundant to put it gently. There were large windows in both the kitchen and the living room that allowed sunlight to pour in at every hour of the day and coat the furniture in golden hues. There were subtle traces of both Wanda and Natashaâs separate personalities in the decor that filled bookshelves and countertops, but for the most part, their style blended together superbly. It wasnât obnoxious or over-the-top, no, it was done so tastefully that you thought the interior of the house belonged in some high class magazine that showcased celebrity homes. The accents of black in their appliances and metal hardware that were undoubtedly Natashaâs doing, but you thought it fit perfectly with the presently white walls and light colored wood. Wanda had more to do with the furnishing if her office was any indication. While Natashaâs furniture was practical and bare, Wanda spared no expense in assuring her office was both functional and comfortable. Their subtle differences were what made them work as both romantic and business partners so well, and you hoped that one day youâd be lucky enough to find a love like theirs. Â
âYou still with me, sweetheart?â Wanda checked in, effectively drawing you out of your head that youâd somehow gotten lost in, but your thoughts werenât unpleasant, and the ghost of a smile on your lips assured Wanda that you were fine.Â
âDid Nat pick the black hardware?â You questioned softly, following Wanda as she stepped into her office and closed the door behind you both.Â
The woman laughed at your question, having expected hardware to be the last thing on your mind, but she nodded her head. âShe did. I wanted gold.âÂ
âI like it. I could tell she picked it. You picked the furniture.â You mumbled, glad to be talking about something other than your breakdown. You didnât know what you expected when you originally sought Wanda out for comfort, but you were glad she was just rolling with the punches as they came.Â
âVery attentive, little one. I did.â When she sat down in her office chair, setting her water down carefully a good few inches away from her keyboard, she turned to you expectantly, patting her lap with a silent invitation. She pried the glass of water from your grip, placing it next to hers, and you realized then that she had gotten down two different glasses on purpose. âGet comfy, we might be here a while.âÂ
You sank into her lap tentatively, unsure of how she liked to be held. You practically koalaâd yourself around Natasha whenever she allowed you to keep her company in her office, but youâd never cuddled like this with Wanda before, and you didnât want to make her feel suffocated with your clinginess. So instead, you settled for resting your cheek against her chest, the crown of your head tucked beneath her chin, and you kept your arms pinned between your chests. You could feel her every inhale as she breathed, and you quickly decided that you liked this position.Â
âBefore you get too sleepy, I need the name of your professor, malenâkiy.â Wanda rubbed your back with a heavy palm, making note of the fact that you seemed to have forgone a bra when getting dressed that morning. You were just like Natasha in that way, and she found a gentle smile gracing her features at the subtle similarities between the two of you. It was no wonder you fit together like a glove, you were practically replicas of each other in the little aspects of your interests and personalities.Â
âSharon Carter.â You mumbled, entirely too content to really care about how you were basically feeding the woman to wolves with your admission of her name. Wanda would rip her to shreds when she got her claws on her, you were sure of that fact, but she deserved it after the harsh and unnecessary comments sheâd made.Â
âCarter, huh.â There was something in Wandaâs tone that implied she was familiar with the woman, or at the very least her last name, but you didnât care all that much about whatever was going through her head.Â
âShh.â You silenced her, snuggling deeper into her chest and clutching the hem of her t-shirt between your fingers, wanting to rest in silence for the next couple of hours.Â
Amused with your antics, Wanda pressed a kiss to the top of your head before she got back to business, the only sound that filled the office was the rhythmic clicking of her keyboard as her fingers worked feverishly to resolve the issue that Darcy had created. It wasnât even a full ten minutes before you were sound asleep against her chest, your deep and even breaths tickling the exposed skin of Wandaâs chest, but she didnât care as long as you were feeling better.Â
Your relationship shifted that night. It wasnât perfect, not yet at least, but you couldnât deny that Wanda had somehow wormed her way into your heart, or maybe, just maybe, she had always had a place in it to begin with.
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