"Brave New World"
Chapter Twenty-Eight
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I decided to finish the story before posting any more, so here we are! Update 1 of 8 for today.
Carol was nervous as they entered the gym where the dance was being held. The music was maybe a little on the loud side, and she wondered which teacher was in charge of it. Whoever it was might have a bit of a hearing problem.
Pietro led her unerringly to his sister, and Carol's breath caught when she saw her. Wanda was just as gorgeous as she'd imagined, wearing a red dress that was fairly conservative on top, but absolutely daring on the bottom. It was short, and showed off Wanda's amazing legs very well, and Carol shot a glance around to see that a couple of guys had already taken notice. There was a bit of staring going on, and Carol quickly placed herself between Wanda and those guys to shield what was hers from their view.
Wanda smiled when she saw her, one of those smiles that made her light up and sparkle. Carol stared at her in awe as she leaned in to kiss Wanda's cheek.
"You look so good, babe," she said, and was pleased when Wanda blushed. The strangest things made her girlfriend do that. Wanda could talk about sex without batting an eye, but sweet, loving things made her blush like an innocent. She loved it.
"Alright. I am off to find my date. Behave, you two," Pietro said, and Carol jumped. She'd totally forgotten he was there. How had that happened? God, Wanda was totally distracting, especially with her legs on display like they were and one of those pretty shawls wrapped around her shoulders.
Wanda stepped closer to her brother, grabbed his hand, and looked up at him with a strangely intense look on her face.
"Have fun, Pietro," she said. "For me."
"I will have fun for me, sister," he replied teasingly, but his smile was tender. He pressed a kiss to Wanda's forehead. "Go dance. Enjoy your night. Break the hearts of every person here who cannot have you. I will be fine." Wanda nodded, and Pietro brought her hand up to kiss her knuckles before taking his leave. Carol wrapped her arms around Wanda's waist.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"He has been struggling. I want him to let go and be like his old self for a time."
"He seems pretty happy to me," Carol said. She kissed Wanda's shoulder and felt the shudder that went through her. "Dance with me," she said softly into Wanda's ear.
"Of course." Wanda led the way to the dance floor and settled herself into Carol's arms. Carol cursed her luck that it was a slow song. Her nerves had returned when faced with holding her girlfriend in front of a room full of people. How was she gonna do this without looking like a total lecher? The last few weeks had proven she had absolutely zero self control when it came to touching Wanda. She wasn't sure she could have any now, not with her looking so fucking inviting, and all Carol could think about was having her head between those long, beautiful legs.
Wanda grinned at her like she could read every thought that passed through her head, and took Carol's hands to place them on her anyway.
"Do not be afraid," Wanda said. "It is just a dance."
Carol swallowed hard. Wanda was right. This was just a dance. How hard could it be? She looked into Wanda's eyes, and was afraid to answer that question. But she pulled Wanda to her, swayed with the music, enjoyed the feel of her girlfriend's curves pressed against her body. She lowered her face to Wanda's neck, breathed in the intoxicating scent of her.
"You are beautiful tonight," Wanda said. "I especially like the way this dress displays your breasts. You know how I love them."
"Yeah, I thought of you when I chose it," Carol said, "though I'm sorta afraid I'll fall out." Wanda laughed and ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of Carol's neck, making her shiver.
"I would not mind that," she said. "I intend to have you out of it by the end of the night anyway." The promise of that was enough to make Carol moan and dig her fingers into Wanda's soft flesh.
"How the hell do you do this to me? I just got here, and I already wanna leave."
"Are you complaining?" Wanda asked.
"Hell no," Carol said quickly. "It's just hard to believe how much you get to me."
"Is that bad?" Now Wanda was looking at her in real concern, and Carol kicked herself. She knew this was a sensitive area for her girlfriend, who was determined to never be the kind of person who hurt her. As if she ever could.
"Not bad," Carol reassured her. "Just different." She kissed Wanda softly, reaffirming what she'd just told her, and she felt the tension lift.
"Leave enough room for Jesus, girls," said a voice from right next to them. Carol jumped back, blushing furiously in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Professor Xavier," Carol managed to choke out. He was looking up at them with a knowing gaze, and God, it was like being caught by your parents, or your kindly grandparents. Fuck. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, just stared at his feet in the wheelchair.
"Eh. I am Jewish." Wanda shrugged, and Carol gaped at her but allowed her girlfriend to pull her away through the crowd.
"Wanda!"
"Yes?" Wanda turned to her with the most innocent look on her face, but Carol knew better than to fall for it.
"That was... rude! And sorta bad ass." Carol blushed again. God, everything about this girl turned her on. Wanda grinned evilly. "So are you really Jewish?"
"We were as children. I am not so sure now. And he should not have interrupted us. It was only a kiss," she said, pouting.
"There are rules about these dances, though," Carol told her. "No alcohol, no making out, things like that. Just like if we were in school, cause we sorta are." She gestured to the building around them.
"I tire of these rules," Wanda sighed. God, her pout was cute.
"Come on. Let's dance," Carol said. "I'll make it up to you later." She gave Wanda a teasing smile, and her girlfriend relented with a roll of her eyes.
"Alright. Okay. We will dance. That is what we came for, yes? It will be fun." Wanda kissed her hand and Carol pulled her back onto the dance floor.
