Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff, Agatha Harkness & Wanda Maximoff.
I don't own the characters depicted.
Summary: It's early morning when Agatha comes into the kitchen. Wanda doesn't miss a beat before she speaks. "Sarah's invited us over, says she'd love to have us for dinner."
Agatha's clever mouth declines the offer, and Wanda's too smitten to push her to be more social. She also reminds her that she can't skip the main meal to move onto dessert.
/ Just some domestic bliss between them.
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SWEET KISSES
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"Next week is thanksgiving." Wanda brings up as soon as she hears Agatha shuffle into the kitchen, and Agatha hums in response behind her.
Wanda's not expecting many words from her, knowing that she ought to have her coffee before becoming functional.
"Thanks." Agatha drawls as she takes seat next to the kitchen island, grabbing the hot cup of coffee Wanda's prepared for her.
Not turning back to face her, Wanda continues, "Sarah's invited us over, says she'd love to have us for dinner."
Agatha groans, and Wanda can clearly picture her throwing her head back as she whines, huffing through her nose.
"Well, I'm sure she would love to have you, not me."
Wanda laughs, sets the knife aside and wipes her hands on the nearby wet rag and wanders to where Agatha is. She wraps her arms around her middle as she rests her chin on her shoulder. Agatha hums her appreciation as she leans against her, basking in the warmth with her eyes closed.
A smile upturns Wanda's lips, and she shifts to press a kiss to Agatha's jaw, before settling back again on their embrace.
"Are you still upset about last week—"
"Hush!" Agatha hisses, suddenly more awake as her eyes open to glare at Wanda's amused ones. Agatha sneers, lacking all heat behind the expression. "We don't talk about that, darling."
Biting the inside of her cheek, the young witch stifles a laugh. It had been late at night, with plenty of drinks already downed by most of the people in the party. Agatha had drank her fair share in an attempt to smother the anxiety that came with having so many people around her. Even after all this time, she still didn't trust a mob, the gathering of many people putting her on edge.
Once Agatha's tension had left her, she was more chatty than usual, cackling about one thing or another. Wanda had been more than happy to let her be, glancing at her direction from to time to make sure the dark witch (or her magic, for that matter) wasn't acting up.
Next thing she knows, Agatha's face is dangerously close to Sarah Proctor's, mischief on her smile. Wanda had panicked, Sarah's wide eyes and flushed face clear behind the wall of people between both witches. And, in an embarrassing display of lack of control, her magic had acted up, pushing Agatha off balance and in turn eliciting a magical response in return, dark wisps of magic wrapping around the blonde woman and making her tumble down behind Agatha.
"You apologized about it. And I'm sure she's trying to make amends here, too."
But Agatha shifts under her embrace, her steely blue eyes looking for Wanda's green ones. Once they find a comfortable position to stare at each other, silence stretches between them. The Scarlet Witch raises her brows, prompting her to speak her mind.
"I was about to kiss her, you know." Agatha admits sheepishly, pink rising to her cheeks as guilt seemed to ooze from her, magic around her tensing and tugging at Wanda's.
And unconscious way of self-defense, Wanda reassures herself, letting her magic be pulled along. She's not even fazed about it; Sarah was easy on the eyes, she could admit. Besides, Agatha's slurred apologies later on had been enough to mend any hurt feelings.
The tension in the air tells her that she's not the one that needs the reassurance, and she leans in to press a kiss against Agatha's forehead.
"But you didn't, love." And she laughs, letting go of her and taking seat on the empty chair beside her. Agatha fixes her position, facing Wanda. "As I recall, you completely blacked out. I had to show you my memories, remember?"
The older woman scoffs, her eyes falling to her cup of coffee. But she is easy to read now, the tension on her brows and shoulders visible. Guilt and embarrassment doesn't suit her, Wanda thinks, less of all over something so insignificant they have already talked about. Her hand finds purchase on one of the older witch's knees.
Her voice is soft when she speaks up, "Hey, we don't have to go if you don't want to. We can stay here and enjoy ourselves."
To that, Agatha puffs her chest, chin held high as her eyes land on Wanda's. A complete change in her posture. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few ways to enjoy ourselves, hot stuff."
And there it is, Agatha's flirting. Wanda would never tire of it. She stands and cups Agatha's face in her hands, leaning in to press a chaste kiss.
A moan is muffled between them as Agatha leans in further, her hands flying to grab at Wanda's hips. When Wanda parts, Agatha's lips follows, her neck craning.
"Don't leave me hanging." She smirks, and the way her tongue licks at her top lip, slow and suggestive, makes Wanda stutter in her movements. The bedroom eyes are not subtle, dark and heavy as they enrapture Wanda's thoughts.
"I'll let Sarah know we can't make it." She forces out, reminding herself it's still early morning. "Oh, and about this." Her hungry eyes flash scarlet, and she breathes a shaky breath, covering Agatha's hands with her own to gently pry them off her hips. "Let's discuss it after breakfast, okay?"
When she steps away, Agatha gives her a pout and a whine. "Oh, but I don't mind skipping the main meal to get at my sweet dessert."
Wanda rolls her eyes with an amused smile on her lips. Her wife's high libido seemed to be contagious, and Wanda has to actively resist the urge to follow along. "Very funny, but we did that last night. We need to eat."
An appreciative purr leaves Agatha's throat, and the heat that it raises within Wanda settles on her lower belly. The husky retort that follows doesn't help her.
"Love it when you get all commanding on me, tiger."
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Happy holidays! Hope you enjoyed this small work c: Until next time!