Wanda/Wade
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Wanda enjoyed Halloween.
This was her first time experiencing it, and she was somewhat floored by the sheer exuberance the team showed for the holiday. Their enjoyment was infectious, and she found herself playing along, even letting Natasha help her find a costume.
In hindsight, that might have been a bad idea. Natasha's idea of a costume was a lot sexier than Wanda was comfortable with.
She ended up in a "sexy sorceress" costume that had a slit up one side that went almost to her waist, and a bodice cut so low and tight that she wasn't sure she would even be able to get into it. Natasha didn't seem concerned, though, and refused to let Wanda back out.
So now she was at a party with a bunch of people she didn't know, trying her best not to be noticed, and calming her nerves with as much alcohol as she could stomach. She was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning, but it seemed a small price to pay for getting through the night without embarrassing herself.
She had lost track of time, but eventually she noticed a man staring at her from behind a crudely made paper mask. It was just a brown bag with a happy face drawn on and eye holes cut out. Other than that and a worn pair of gloves, he seemed to be dressed normally. It was probably the strangest costume she had seen all night, and that was saying something. The lack of effort had her intrigued.
She offered him a shy smile, and he made his way over to her. He didn't speak, just nodded to her in acknowledgment and dragged his finger down her arm. Normally, Wanda would have slapped a guy who dared to touch her like that, but for some reason his touch just made her shiver in the most delightful way. He hadn't looked away from her, and his brown eyes gazed at her from behind the mask with an intensity that sent heat rushing through her.
His fingers traveled over her collarbone and up her throat before trailing over her cheek until he could trace his thumb over her lips. The feel of him lingered everywhere he touched. She pressed a soft kiss to his thumb before flicking her tongue out against it, and he sucked in a deep breath. She could feel sparks building between them.
Wanda didn't pull away when he guided her by the arm away from the party, to a secluded room close by. She had no idea what she was doing, only that she wanted it, and didn't want to question it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but this quiet man enticed her. She knew where this was going. This wasn't something she would normally do. She didn't have sex with random strangers. She didn't have one night stands. Yet here she was, willing to follow this strange man to a private location so she could do just that.
Fuck it. She wanted to throw caution to the wind.
They reached for each other at the same time. She wanted to kiss him, but he ducked her, not letting her remove his mask. Instead he ran his gloved hands over her body, acquainting himself with her curves. His hand slid up her bare thigh where the dress was split open, and he pulled her leg up around his waist. She could feel his hardness pressing against her wet core, and she moaned into his neck.
They wasted no time. This wasn't lovemaking, this was primal. He slid inside her and began thrusting hard, forcing the breath from her lungs. She welcomed him into her body, his length filling her perfectly. Her pleasure was building fast, like she had never experienced before, and it wasn't long before she was crying out and bucking against him as she came. She felt his whole body tense as he followed her with his own orgasm, his harsh breathing loud in her ears.
It was only then that she realized that he wasn't wearing a condom.
"Fuck," she said, closing her eyes and bemoaning her own idiocy. What had she been thinking? It had to have been the alcohol. She couldn't be that stupid.
The man holding her had stiffened up when she spoke, and she wondered if he realized the same thing she had.
"We did that already. I was there," he said, sounding slightly amused and a little bit shocked.
Wanda's eyes widened as she felt the soul mark on her thigh burn, and she knew if she looked at it that it would no longer be black, but shining with whatever color they created together. His eyes through the mask were staring at her in wonder as well, and she knew he felt it too. She was so tempted to read him, she was so nervous, but she wouldn't do that. Not to him. Her soulmate deserved her trust.
"Who are you?" he whispered, still staring as if he couldn't believe she was real. She smiled at him.
"My name is Wanda. And you are?"
"Wade."
"Wade," she said, testing his name on her tongue. "Let me see you, Wade." She made to take off his mask, but he stopped her.
"Don't. You're...not gonna like what you see." His eyes held a deep sadness, and she ached to soothe him.
"You are mine. I want to see you," she said more firmly, and his hands fell away. She slowly pulled the mask off him and gasped at the hideous scarring of his face. He winced and pulled away from her, visibly upset.
"I told you that you wouldn't like what you saw. Look, don't feel like you have to be stuck with me or whatever. This doesn't have to mean anything," he said as he zipped his pants back up. He couldn't even look at her.
"Wait," Wanda said, putting her hand on his arm. "You misunderstand. I am not repulsed by your scars, I am horrified at the thought of what you had to go through to get them." She stepped in front of him and lifted his face, forcing him to look at her. "You do not repulse me. Please believe that." She leaned in and kissed him, willing all the truth of that statement into it.
After a moment, Wade responded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his body. When they broke their kiss, they were both smiling.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered into her hair, and she knew he was talking about more than her looks. "I don't deserve you."
"That is not for you to judge, my love." She opened her mind to him, finally allowing herself to explore him, and for him to feel her as well. "I see you. All of you. You are beautiful as well."
Wade's eyes were huge. "Did you just speak in my head?"
"Yes," she said, suddenly bashful. "Did that bother you?" She was suddenly fearful that she had overstepped, crossed a line that would make him pull away.
"Hell no. That was fucking weird, but I liked it. I could feel you. You're amazing." Now Wanda was blushing, unused to such compliments.
"Thank you."
"Babe, who the hell are you?" he asked, sounding awed.
"Well," she said slowly, "most people call me the Scarlet Witch, but I would prefer it if you called me Wanda."
Wade's eyes almost popped out of his head. "You're an Avenger?"
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"No, no. Not a problem," he said quickly, reassuring her. "Thing is, though, I'm sort of slightly maybe a little bit not so you'd notice a mercenary." He said it quickly, like he was ripping a bandage off a wound and expecting the worst.
"A mercenary?"
"Uh, yeah. They call me Deadpool," he said, laughing uncomfortably, but giving her a cocky grin.
"Oh my god," she said, eyes wide. "We have been trying to find you for months!" She was grinning from ear to ear, and Wade looked suddenly nervous.
"Um. To arrest me?" he asked uncertainly. Wanda looked confused.
"What? No," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "To recruit you. And here you are, falling into my lap."
"I fell into a bit more than that," he said, his confidence suddenly restored, offering her a wink.
"About that," she said. "You are aware we just had unprotected sex. I am on birth control, so that is not an issue, but there are diseases..."
"Don't worry about that, sexy. I'm clean. You?"
"I am healthy as well," she said, smiling brightly. "I have not had a lover in a very long time. Years."
Wade pulled her hard against his body. "And you're never gonna have another lover again," he growled. She grinned up at him.
"Only you, my love."
"Damn straight," he said, and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, and they were done talking for a while.