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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 19

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda moves to Seattle.

content warnings: None.

word count: 3k+

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Wanda stirs, her heart rate increasing as she remembers that she’s moving today. It’s a bit terrifying, if she’s being honest, to start a new chapter. She’s officially a college graduate, and now she’s moving to a big city with the hopes of finding a job. At least she’ll have Kate with her. Also Natasha, her girlfriend.

God, she still feels giddy when she thinks about it. Speaking of Natasha, there’s a comforting weight around her waist. It’s unfamiliar to her, but the scent of cinnamon still surrounds her.

Turning, Wanda catches a glimpse of red hair, and her mind finally catches up.

Natasha Romanoff, in her bed. Fuck.

The memories from the night before come rushing back, and Wanda flushes slightly. It was official, they were in a dom/sub relationship, and she’d been absolutely willing to bend to Natasha’s every whim the night before. Could she say the same now?

“Good morning,” Natasha mumbles, her voice raspy and heavy with sleep. Her eyes peek open, that magnificent green looking over Wanda’s shoulder.

“Hi,” Wanda whispers, suddenly feeling quite shy. A thought hits her. “Where is the… you know.”

“The strap on?” Natasha’s tone is slightly teasing. “I washed it last night, it’s safe inside my bag.”

“I didn’t know you had a bag with you.”

“Yes, well, you were a bit distracted last night, dear.”

Wanda can only flush, burying her head into her pillow slightly. Natasha chuckles behind her, pulling her closer as her arm wraps fully around her waist. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I quite enjoyed it.”

“Hmmpph.” That’s all Wanda has to say. Natasha doesn’t push it, simply chuckling again and resting her forehead against Wanda’s back.

She must have dozed off again, because the next time Wanda wakes, Natasha is sitting up with her back against the headboard. She’s scrolling on her phone, frowning slightly.

“Nick will be by to pick up your car,” Natasha says once she notices Wanda’s gaze on her.

God, she can be so bossy at times.

“What do you mean?”

Natasha lowers the phone, raising an eyebrow at Wanda. Her full attention is on her, and Wanda can’t help but flush a little.

“Your old car, Wanda.”

“Why is he picking it up?”

Natasha gives her a look. “He’s going to sell it for a good price. You’ll get the full amount, rest assured.”

“Oh,” Wanda says, feeling a bit stupid. “I can drive it myself. What makes you think Nick will get the best deal? Maybe I’m a really good negotiator.”

“I’m sure you are, but your new car is much safer. I don’t like the idea of you driving that old car.” Natasha frowns again, and Wanda would think it was cute, but some part of her resents the assumption that she wouldn’t be safe.

“She got me around for years, Natasha, I’m sure I’d be able to drive her to a dealership.”

“Nick is picking it up. End of discussion.” Natasha’s eyes are hard. “He’s ex-military, I trust him to be alright in that death trap.”

Wanda sighs, letting it go. For now.

Blindly searching for her phone and finding it plugged in, lying on the floor, Wanda checks the time. It’s 9:30, and Kate has texted her twice.

heyyy, staying with yelena tonight see u tomorrow!!

10:56 pm

i’ll be over around 11 to start packing things up in the uhaul, yelena is coming with to help!! See u soon luv u byeee

8:34 am

Wanda chuckles, texting her roommate back quickly. Today was the day. The day she would officially move out of her college apartment and start her new life in the big city. Well, if you could call Seattle a big city.

“I would love to stay and help,” Natasha begins, finally setting her phone down. “But, there’s been a slight problem with work, so I’ll be busy putting out fires today.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Natasha says, leaning over and pressing a light kiss against Wanda’s lips. It makes her tingle all over, and she fights a ferocious blush. “I want to see you on Sunday.”

“And what if I’m busy?”

“Are you?”

Wanda looks away. “No.”

“Why do you insist on defying me at every opportunity, Wanda?”

“I suppose I like to keep you on your toes.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll be happy to discipline you until your obedience is exemplary,” Natasha says softly, her eyes locked on Wanda’s.

Her skin heats up at the words, her core throbbing. Fuck. Now is not the time to be aroused. And certainly not by those words.

“I can see that you like the thought,” Natasha smirks. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Kate is coming over at eleven,” Wanda says, the words rushing out of her. “So, I should probably get ready for that.”

“So eager to kick me out, are you?” Natasha teases. “Is this how you treat all of your girlfriends?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’ll ask my other girlfriend if I do.”

Natasha’s eyes harden, and before Wanda knows it, the woman is on top of her, straddling her waist and pinning her hips down. Her wrists are quickly pressed against the mattress, and Natasha’s warm breath skims over her lips as the older woman speaks.

“That is one joke I do not find humorous, Ms. Maximoff. You are mine.”

Nodding quickly, Wanda squirms slightly. The feeling of being trapped both terrifies and excites her. She can feel herself growing wetter with every second. She doesn’t mention that, technically, Natasha had started that topic of conversation. They would still be in bed by the time Kate arrived, if she did.

“Got it. No more joking about my other girlfriends,” Wanda says, a bit breathless. At Natasha’s pointed look, she adds, “Ma’am.”

“You vex me, Wanda,” the older woman murmurs, “However, I think I quite enjoy it. As you’ve said, it keeps me on my toes.”

Natasha grinds her hips down, just once, but it's enough to make a groan slip out of Wanda’s traitorous lips.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“No.”

Letting go of her wrists, Natasha lifts her leg over Wanda’s hips and gracefully moves off the bed. She chuckles at the low groan the younger woman lets out, bending over to grab her shirt from the floor.

“You’ll just have to wait for Sunday,” she says, her voice low. The implication in her words sends shivers down Wanda’s spine, and she curses her clit for throbbing at the idea. “Don’t even think about relieving the pleasure. No touching until I see you again, am I clear?”

Natasha gives her a firm look when Wanda begins to protest. “I will know if you have, Wanda. Trust me on this. You’ve agreed to be my submissive, yes?”

Wanda nods.

“Then trust that I always have your best interests in mind. Don’t question my orders, especially when my end goal is to bring you pleasure.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Smiling, Natasha finishes dressing. “Good girl.” She bends over again, tilting her head before kissing Wanda deeply. It’s deliciously filthy, and Wanda finds herself wanting more the second the woman’s lips touch her own. It’s over far too soon, and Natasha leaves with a satisfied smirk planted on those gorgeous lips.

Wanda murmurs a quick goodbye, listening for the front door to close. It does, and she throws her head back into the pillow with a groan. How did the woman expect her to just go about her day after teasing her like that?

She doesn’t have much time before Kate arrives with Yelena in tow. She’d rather not risk disappointing Natasha, especially so early on in their relationship. After all, this whole dynamic was about trust.

Dressing quickly, Wanda packs the last few remaining items. She brushes her teeth while simultaneously brushing her hair, throwing it into a quick ponytail. She’ll need it out of her way for later when she’s lifting boxes into the U-Haul. Stripping her bed, she throws the sheets and pillow into her empty hamper and carries it out to the living room. Luckily, her bedframe is easily disassembled, and she’s surrounded by pieces of metal when Kate finally comes home.

“Wanda,” she calls out, before erupting into giggles. Her voice is slightly muffled, but Wanda eagerly stands. It’s finally time.

Yelena is in the middle of twirling her roommate around when Wanda emerges from her room. The sight makes her freeze, blinking in surprise. She’s never seen someone love Kate so loudly before. It’s a welcome sight, even if she feels slightly perturbed by the sounds of Yelena kissing her neck.

“Hey,” she calls out, feeling a bit awkward. She attempts to look casual, leaning against the wall and waiting for them to look in her direction.

“Hello, Wands,” Yelena says, her thick accent and use of the nickname making Kate giggle again. Seriously, was she twelve?

“So.” Wnada clears her throat, gesturing awkwardly toward her bedroom. “I got my bedframe apart, is the U-Haul here yet?”

Kate nods, finally parting from Yelena to bound over and hug Wanda. “Yup! Yelena drove it over, I was thinking mattresses first, then all of the big boxes, then…”

She continues, her mouth going a mile a minute. Yelena and Wanda share a brief, bemused look before starting the process of moving things into the U-Haul. They take a short break once it’s halfway full, Vision and Paul arriving with donuts after Kate had threatened them into helping with the move. Kate just stands back and watches, holding a clipboard and looking every bit like a camp counselor.

Privately, Wanda agrees with Kate’s words from a few days ago. Yelena’s muscles are pretty impressive. She watches the woman easily lift a box, and Paul lets a few crumbs out as he chokes on his donut.

“Careful there,” Wanda says, patting him on the back. “Kate gets pretty possessive.”

“Oh, no I- I didn’t mean… not like that,” he stammers.

“Hey, we’re all looking,” Wanda whispers. She wonders what Natasha would do if she were here. She shakes the thought from her head. “I wonder what her workout routine is.”

Paul just about whimpers from the thought, and Wanda has never been more grateful for Vision’s presence as he sits down next to them.

“So, Seattle, huh?”

“Yeah.” Wanda can’t help but smile at the thought. A whole new chapter. A new city, a new girlfriends, hopefully a new job. “I’m really grateful I’ll still be living with Kate. I don’t think I could do this without her, if I’m being honest.”

Vision just nods, leaning back on his hands. “Would you guys ever visit? I have my show next month, and once you guys are gone I’ll only have Paul so.” He trails off.

Wanda feels the tiniest bit sorry for him, in that moment. Sure, he was annoying, and he didn’t fully understand how to accept a rejection, but he was still a good guy. Just, sometimes, it was buried deep down.

“Yeah, Vision, we’ll make it to your show.” Wanda bumps his shoulder with hers. “You know we wouldn’t miss it.”

He smiles a bit at that, and Paul launches into a monologue about photography that Vision listens attentively to and Wanda tunes out. She nibbles on her donut, sure that raspberry jelly and powdered sugar are all over her lips at this point.

“Hey, whose car is that?”

Kate’s voice rings out, and Wanda freezes as she points to her dark red car. Ah, yes, her graduation gift. Yelena is smirking a little, and Wanda glares at her.

Curse the Romanoff family.

—

Before long, they’ve said their goodbyes and hit the road. Wanda is privately amazed at the new gadgets inside her car. Nick had stopped by, exchanging a few words with Yelena before smiling warmly at Wanda and collecting her keys to her old car. He’d driven off, and Wanda had awkwardly stood next to her new car while Kate droned on about how nice it was to have a rich girlfriend.

This car was sporty, the acceleration quick and smooth. Wanda’s phone had connected via Bluetooth, and she was nothing short of astounded at the sound quality of the speakers. She wondered if Natasha could track this car like she’d tracked her phone.

The drive wasn’t too bad; Wanda had gotten used to the new car smell pretty quickly. She would never admit it to the woman, but this car was definitely a lot better than her old one.

The new apartment was less of an apartment and more of a house. Well, a really small house. But, it was quaint and had a lot of exposed brick that they both had practically drooled over when they toured it a few weeks ago. Together, they make short work of the U-Haul, stacking boxes in the living room and dragging their respective mattresses into their bedrooms. Yelena had driven the U-Haul away with a quick wave, promising to return once she’d given the can back to the dealership.

“Wanna drink?” Kate asks, closing the front door. Their couch is randomly placed in the living room, and they clear it of boxes before falling onto the cushions.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Wanda begins, gesturing around. “But all of our stuff is in boxes.”

Kate just laughs, reaching into her massive purse and pulling out a bottle of wine. “I figured we’d need to celebrate our new home. We can just share the bottle.”

Catching sight of the label, Wanda eagerly reaches for it. “I mean, if you insist.”

They each take a few swings, the sweet liquid refreshing on Wanda’s tongue. She was surprised at how content she felt. Normally, she’d be anxiously pacing around the new environment. But this time, she was strangely calm. It must be the wine.

“Remind me where your interviews are?”

Wanda feels a sliver of anxiety worm its way down her spine. Not perfectly calm, then.

“Well, the first one is with a larger book publishing company, but the second is with this really cute publishing company. It’s a lot smaller, but they work with independent artists.” Wanda can feel herself smiling at the thought.

“It sounds like you already know which one you want to work for,” Kate says, taking the bottle and drinking deeply. She doesn’t protest when Wanda steals it back, taking an equally long drink.

“They’re notoriously hard to get a position with, but a girl can dream,” she says, already preparing herself for the worst.

“Maybe you can just slip Natasha’s name in there. I’m sure they’d hire you after that.”

Kate means it as a joke, but Wanda frowns. She’s vehemently against the idea, and it must show on her face, because Kate hurriedly explains herself.

“I didn’t mean like actually telling them that, of course, I was just saying…”

“Yeah,” Wanda mumbles. “I know, I just want to start my career based on my own merits. Not because of the influence of the woman I’m dating, you know?” She sighs, smiling at Kate to let her know she isn’t upset.

“Natasha has so much control over everything in her life,” Wanda explains, not mentioning that she was now one of those things. “I want this to be something I do that’s completely independent of her.”

Kate hums, taking another sip of wine. “That makes sense. I’m sure you’re going to do great. Who wouldn’t hire you?”

They move on to other topics after that, discussing Kate’s itinerary for her upcoming trip with her mother. She’s going to Paris, and Wanda has never been more envious. She’s happy for her, though, and eagerly helps pick out multiple outfits. Kate helps her pick out two outfits for her interviews, and they both stare at the bottle of wine in surprise when they finish it.

Yelena comes back, and they resume lifting boxes. This time, they’re moving each box to different rooms. Their kitchen counter is quickly filled, Wanda wincing when she hears her poorly wrapped teacups clink together quietly in their box.

By the time everything is sorted, Wanda is exhausted, and Yelena and Kate look about five seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off. Wanda has never been more grateful for her decision to pick a bedroom on the other side of the house.

She closes her door quietly after getting an eyeful of Yelena’s muscles as she lifts Kate against the living room wall. Stacks of boxes stare back at her, and she’s happy that her mattress is sitting on her fully reassembled bedframe. She sinks onto it, pulling out her phone and pulling up her texts.

Her finger hovers over Natasha’s name. She feels a burst of courage and clicks on it, her fingers moving rapidly as she types.

Made it to Seattle. Just thought you’d want to know… but you most likely already know since you’ve probably been stalking my location all day.

She only has to wait a few minutes before her phone buzzes.

I’m glad to hear that you and Ms. Bishop are safely moved in. For your information, I was not tracking you. Yelena kept me updated well enough that I didn’t feel the need to “stalk” as you’ve so eloquently written.

Wanda smiles, biting her lip as she thinks of a response.

I’m excited to see you tomorrow. What time and where are we meeting?

Natasha responds almost immediately. Wanda feels giddy at the thought of the woman waiting for her responses.

I will pick you up at ten tomorrow morning. I have many plans for you tomorrow.

She can feel herself flushing at the thought.

Oh, do you? I can drive myself, I just got a new car, you know.

There, that ought to show her.

I will pick you up.

Wanda scoffs.

So bossy, Ms. Romanoff…

The next text comes in quickly.

Don’t pretend that you don’t get wet from it, Ms. Maximoff.

Fuck. Wanda can feel her body reacting to the words. Curse her traitorous libido. For some reason, the command not to touch herself had only made her want to touch more. She resisted the urge, not sure how Natasha would be able to tell, but not willing to test it.

I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight <3

Ah, fuck. Was the heart too much? Her heart starts pounding, her fingers nervously typing out a second text explaining herself.

Natasha is quicker.

Goodnight, Wanda <3

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