A/N: I will never get over how much people actually seem to enjoy this fic.

We are back to your regular scheduled fluffy, kinda awkward as Wanda behaviour. With a little bit of ***spice***. If you haven't noticed, I love making Wanda being an absolute mess and Nat being the amazing tease she is.

We are also going back to the shorter chapters. I still want to kinda keep it short and sweet. Also doesn't put as much pressure on me I feel. Like I can very easily write one chapter a day when it's 2k (or less) but they always get heavier and harder for me to finish after I pass 2,5, even though I personally prefer to both write and read longer chapters around 5k. Even though I feel more pressure I like the length a lot reading-wise, and I also don't like how I either have to split an event or rush it to make it fit such a short chapter.

Red

Wanda woke up feeling Natasha move beside her. She turned around slowly to see what the redhead was doing while still trying to move as little as possible to not disturb her if she was still sleeping.

They had ended up falling asleep again after Wanda had finished her food last night, and now Natasha was curled up in her arms breathing softly into her neck. She was pretty sure they hadn't fallen asleep on top of each other. One of them had to have moved in their sleep. Or at least that was her guess.

Regardless of what had happened Natasha was now sleeping in her arms peacefully. But while she had been sleeping, Wanda could now feel the redhead tense up reacting to her movements. Still, seconds later the redhead relaxed again before she curled up closer and let out a soft purr.

"When you don't move you are a very soft pillow," Natasha mumbled moving even closer into Wanda.

"Good I'm okay at some things," Wanda muttered looking at the redhead who was still showing no sign of wanting to move away from her, instead only tucking herself into Wanda's arms.

Wanda didn't even know what to do. Natasha was literally wrapping herself into her arms breathing down her neck. And while she really shouldn't feel this warm, and almost turned on by this, her body did not listen. She couldn't help it. This was Natasha. Like actually Natasha Romanoff laying in her arms purring like a cat.

How could you not die witnessing such behaviour?

Like holy fuck she was just… it was not human. She shouldn't be able to make somebody feel so lost and confused with just a small purr, but here she was wanting nothing more than to just hand over her entire life to Natasha for some reason.

Wanda hadn't seen something both so sweet and still so deadly at the same time and it was driving her crazy. Like this woman could literally snap her neck in a fraction of a second if she wanted. She was dangerous. Very dangerous. And even with her powers, Wanda wouldn't stand a chance. Because if it ever were her reflexes versus Natasha's, Natasha would always win. Always.

She was staring. She was staring intensely. She knew she was. But when Natasha finally lifted her head to look at her Wanda swore her body malfunctioned for a second and she really wasn't able to turn her head away.

"Your heart is beating very fast," Natasha said in a low voice letting her hand rest on Wanda's chest, making her blush. Why was she acting like an actual idiot right now? Like could she get it together for one goddamn second, please?!

Wanda could see the smirk on the redhead's face as she leaned over and kissed her neck before she swapped the positions pushing Wanda on her back rolling on top of her with one fast and smooth motion.

"And you're staring," Natasha whispered leaning dangerously close to Wanda's face before she looked on her lips liking her own in a very, very sexy way.

"Eh. Sorry." Wanda swallowed hard as the corner of Natasha's mouth moved giving her a small smile. It was like her heart was actually flying out her chest. Natasha had flipped them over. She had pinned her down and was now smirking in her face, and Wanda was not handling her big-time crush very well right now.

Yeah, this was how she was going to die wasn't it? underneath the very dangerous assassin as she twirled her around her fingers.

Natasha didn't answer. Instead, she moved her head slightly and let out a small sigh before curling up on top of Wanda letting her head rest between Wanda's neck and shoulder breathing steadily into her skin. She wasn't very heavy even if she was laying on top of her. And Wanda loved the feeling, the warmth, from the redhead's body as they cuddled up.

Still, with Natasha laying on top of her with her head in her neck Wanda let her hands play with Natasha's hair as she spoke, trying to not make it so very obvious how very flustered she was feeling at the moment.

"Seems like you feel better. How is the head?" She could feel Natasha move but she didn't lift her head as she answered her with a tired voice.

"It helped with sleep, and somebody to take care of me, thank you." Even if Natasha had just teased her and even pushed herself enough to find the strength to flip them over, the redhead sounded surprisingly tired now. Even after 8 hours of sleep, it was no hiding yesterday's event had clearly made its mark. Her voice did sound slower than normal, and the one small play had drained what little energy the redhead had had.

It was worrisome. Wanda didn't like watching Natasha this weak. She knew the woman was still hurting and she could feel it. At first, it had been hidden by the playful happy voice and the woman teasing her to death, but now that that was gone she could very clearly feel the exhaustion hanging over the woman's body.

"They are going to ask about it, Natasha," Wanda whispered. She stopped playing with Natasha's hair and instead just wrapped her arms around the woman. She knew Natasha wouldn't like her bringing this up, but she had to. She had to at least try.

"What if I don't want to talk about it?" Natasha whispered back. She was very hesitant, Wanda noticed. And while she could understand why she knew, no matter if they were good or bad, Harrie and Lexie was going to ask about it today. They couldn't ignore it, even if that was what Natasha wanted.

"Nat," Wanda answered slowly making Natasha lift her head. She had pushed away her playful look she had worn earlier, instead, her eyes had taken the shape of something a lot more serious. It wasn't pain, but it was worry, she was concerned, she was scared.

"I don't want to talk about it," Natasha repeated moving Wanda making her feel cold without the redhead's body close to her. She knew she wasn't talking about Lexie and Harrie anymore. And to be honest, neither was Wanda. She needed to know if the woman was fine. And it was hurting her watching Natasha still be so hesitant around her even after all this. She just wanted the redhead to trust her and let her help.

"Well, I won't let it go. We can focus on this mission now, go back to pretending everything is fine, but when we are back home, I want you, I want us, to talk about it. Okay?" Wanda looked at her with one serious look and she didn't let go of Natasha's eyes before she nodded slowly.

"We should stay back today," Natasha said after a minute of silence. Her voice was switched over to her agent Romanoff voice. Colder, more emotionless. It was always hard seeing this side of Natasha when Wanda knew how amazing, kind, full of the most incredible personality Natasha really had.

"It wouldn't make sense we would go on anything today after something like yesterday's event happened. We can lounge by the pool and stay inside the resort. Easy to believe for them, easy access to their rooms for us." Natasha continued. Going back to work was a rough transition, Wanda rather wanted to make sure Natasha got some real rest and didn't push herself too hard, but Wanda knew she was right, and they needed to focus.

"The club doesn't have any activities planned for today odds are high everyone is here. Then we need to figure out a way to get away from them without them noticing." Wanda pointed out.

"We'll find a way," Natasha said with a small half-smile.

The two of them spent a good hour just getting ready. They had no hurry today really. They were staying here the whole day, and none of them felt for rushing things today.

Wanda had just gotten into her swimsuit when she noticed Natasha was staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She had an empty look in her eyes only looking at herself not moving or saying anything.

Wanda took a moment to just look at the redhead herself, taking in her beauty. She had a blue tropical bikini on, and Wanda couldn't get over how stunning the redhead really was. She had moved her hair away from her face and into a loose bun. On top of her head, she had a pair of black sunglasses as well.

"bye, bye bikinis." Natasha shook Wanda out of her trance as she heard the redhead mumble to herself.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Wanda asked moving over to the mirror looking at Natasha through the reflection not entirely sure what the redhead was talking about.

"I have all my scars. I should have gone with a one-piece like you. But wouldn't really match Laura would it?" Natasha said turning to Wanda with a small grimace.

Wanda hadn't actually thought about it before, but Natasha's body was covered in old scars and marks. Some of them weren't as visible and with some distance and a beach cover, even a fairly transparent one, would hide them. But then there was her shoulder and stomach. Both from the winter soldier, she had been pierced, left with two big scars marking her for the rest of her life. Even years after the event they were there and visible for the whole world to see.

"The wetsuit covered the last time, but I guess I will have to do it myself this time. Help me?" Natasha handed her a small tube with something and a beauty blender. Wanda looked at her but didn't get a chance to ask before Natasha slowly started to apply some just by her collarbone to hide the scar, she got from her second encounter with the winter soldier, leaving Wanda to follow her steps to slowly cover the other side of the scar on the woman's back.

Wanda didn't know exactly what she was doing but it worked. All she knew was that whatever it was, it hid the scar completely, not showing anything at all. She also dabbed on some of it on some of the other scars on Natasha's back. Because while Natasha hadn't asked for it, Wanda wanted to be on the safe side.

When they finished you couldn't actually see any scars left on the redhead's body under the beach cover she had on top of her bikini. Natasha continued to look at them in a mirror for a second before she turned around and looked at Wanda with a small smile.

"That bathing suit suits you a lot," Natasha said casually letting her eyes very obviously wander over her body. "Like the oversized flannel too. Very hot. Also, very gay." She added before she walked past her to grab the small bag she was bringing, leaving a mess of a woman behind.

Holy fuck Wanda was not gonna survive this day if she was gonna continue teasing her like that.