The heat wave continued to roll through New York and we were all miserable, sweating and walking around with barely a stitch of clothing donning our bodies. Today was no different but at least we got to train with tank tops and shorts on instead of our usual attire, which consisted of sweat pants and hoodies. Of course, by wearing these items, distractions were created; I had difficulty tearing my eyes away from Wanda, my sexy girlfriend; the relationship still going strong after our adventure in the pool.
"Oof! Great. I'll bruise there now," Wanda stated after being knocked on her ass by Clint, who struck out a leg underneath her. Turns out, I wasn't the only one who got distracted.
"If you had been paying attention instead of staring at Gemma, maybe you would have blocked that move. I know it's hot and she's-," Clint lectured her, cut off by her flinging him into the rubber wall with her powers, landing on his knees and clutching his stomach.
"Perhaps if you didn't talk so much, maybe you would have known that I'd use my powers," She stated, one hand on her hip.
"Good. At least you're…paying attention," Clint wheezed, bending over to catch his breath.
"Gemma, watch what…ow! Ow! Ow! Okay you can let go now," Tony, my partner for this morning stated, wincing as I caught his fist and twisted it behind his back, preventing him from moving, my other hand creating a vine of ivy that winded around his feet.
I released him, backing off ready to defend myself if needed. He launched his next attack, a roundhouse kick, my footing moving back and dodging the move. He progressed, trying to land another punch but I still caught it, pushing it away and leaning close, throwing him off guard and striking out with a kick to his stomach. He grunted in pain, the air rushing out of him in a whooshing sound.
"Okay, okay. That's enough training with Tony. Gemma, Wanda, pair off. Don't go easy on each other just because you're dating. Everyone else, move back. I want to see them to use their abilities and I don't want anyone to get hurt," Steve ordered.
"Don't hold back, " I stated, getting into a defensive posture, my fists held up to protect my face. Wanda flexed her hands, the magic coming to life and swirling around them.
"Who? Me? I would never,"
"Not even for a kiss?" I teased, puckering up my lips and blowing one her way.
"No, not even…" She answered, my vine coming from behind and looping around her waist, sending sprawling to the floor. She got up growling, pushing me back with her telekinesis so I landed hard on my ass.
"You know, two can play this game," she stated, launching her body on top of mine, her hands pinning mine to the mat; I smirked, leaning up to kiss her, shocking her enough to hook one leg underneath hers and flipping her over, a line of flowers trapping her. She disintegrated them, flying at me, forcing us against the rubber wall. Sweat dripped from all areas, both of us breathing hard. I flattened my hands, columns of roots dragging her off me to the floor binding her to it as I made my descent down to her, lying beside her on the mat.
"Had…enough…yet?' I asked in between breaths.
"No, how about…you?"
She managed to slip out of her restraints and clock me in the face, her fist connecting with my cheek, my head snapping back from the force. In the process of it, I bit my lip, splitting it, the blood coating my tongue, the cool coppery taste, sliding down my throat.
"Shit! Gemma, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Let me see," Wanda apologized, a tone of concern lacing in her voice. She pulled my face to hers, assessing the damage, her fingers gingerly touching my lip then my cheek, a bruise already forming there.
"I'm fine. It just hurts a little," I stated, cupping her chin.
"That's enough for today. Gemma, get some ice on that bruise. We'll break for lunch and then you're free for the rest of the afternoon. I know we're all tired and worn out from this heat and I'd rather not overdo it. Good work guys," Steve stated, dismissing us. We exited the training room to head for the kitchen, sandwiches and salads on today's menu. I pulled out an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it up in towel and placing it on my left cheek where the bruise happened to be, eating my sandwich as we all gathered around the table, talking about what to do this afternoon.
Most of were going out to the pool, some of us like Loki, for instance, planned on staying inside, reading and staying out of the sweltering heat. I wanted to take a shower and nap in preparation for tonight's festivities at the compound with Wanda; we were the only ones who didn't want to go drinking and planned on dancing around in our underwear, the others not coming back until close to sunrise; little did I know she'd have other ideas in mind.
"Do you want to take a nap with me after your shower? You can swing by my room when you've changed into something more comfortable," Wanda asked me.
"Sure. That sounds like a perfect idea," I replied, dumping my empty plate in the trash and washing out my cup, placing it on the drying rack. I ran up the stairs to my room to take a quick shower, rinsing off the sweat, grime and the blood left from my lip from my body, quickly drying off and changing into a fresh tank top and soft linen shorts before sprinting down the hall to Wanda's room, the sexy witch having taken a shower as well.
She kissed me, pulling me over to her comfy bed full of plush blankets and fluffy pillows, a cozy comfort for us to cuddle in. She always insisted on being the little spoon, my arms circling her small body, one hand clutching one hers, the other stroking her hair until our eyes fluttered closed.
A few hours later I woke to an empty silence, our friends had already left for the bar. I released Wanda for a brief moment to glance at my phone, the time reading eight o'clock.
"Wanda, honey. Wake up. We need to eat something and then we can strip down and dance," I told her, kissing her cheek, finding a spot on her neck to rouse her from sleep. She squinted her eyes tight, crinkling that cute nose of hers, the protest of getting up evident.
"Wanda, sweetheart. Don't you want to play?" I crooned in her ear, her eyes opening slow as she rolled over and kissed me.
"You know I do,"
"Then let's get up and eat. The excitement happens soon,"
She groaned sitting up and followed me to the kitchen.
"Make something quick so we can fool around," she demanded, sitting down at the counter, impatience revealed as she drummed her fingers on the counter-top.
"Okay, don't worry. It's sandwiches tonight. Then we can do as we wish," I chuckled, making quick work of the sandwiches – ham and cheese – and poured us two glasses of water. We ate fast, disposing of the paper plates and plastic cups. I darted over to the stereo, pop music blasting over the speakers, swaying my hips to the beat. I made my way over to Wanda, beckoning her to join me, taking her hands in mine. I pulled her into my arms and let her move her body against me.
Breaking apart we stripped off our shorts and tank tops, dancing around the lounge, the music elevating our cheerful mood. About two hours into our dancing, I had to stop to ice my face, the ache returning to the bruise.
"Hey, I have an idea. It'd be a nice way to cool down but we'd have to do it in one of our rooms," Wanda stated, eyeing the ice pack.
"Okay, what is it? We can do it in my room. I'd hate to mess up those blankets if it's something messy," I said, curious to know what she had come up with.
"Go on up. I'll meet you there. As for the idea, it's a surprise. Oh and Gemma, please be naked and ready for me okay?" She replied, winking at me.
"Okay. Don't take too long sweetie," I told her, leaving for my room. I rid my body of all my clothes, lying on the bed until she came up. A few minutes later, she entered the room with a large bowl of ice, setting it down on the bed before retrieving some towels from the bathroom.
"Lie down on these. Let me show you my idea first. Keep your hands at your sides," She stated, patting her hands on the towels she laid out on the floor. I blew out a nervous sigh but obliged her, lying flat and not moving my hands from my sides. She grabbed the bowl of ice, sucking on one cube for a moment.
"Ready?" She asked, removing the cube from her mouth, water dripping from her hand. I nodded and she placed the cube against my neck, running it down between my breasts to my belly button, the cold making me shiver. She did this several times until the cube had melted, immediately grabbing another one, once again sucking on it. I was surprised as this time she ran it over my left breast, circling it and brushing it over my nipple; it hardened quickly at the cold sensation. I gasped when an involuntary moan escaped my lips.
"See? Isn't this a great way to cool off?" She stated, her voice low and sultry. I nodded, moaning as the third cube circled over my right breast, my back arching off the floor, my hands clenching the towel, a wave of pleasure washing over me. The next cube she sucked on for a while longer, teasing my entrance with it, a welcome shudder shooting through my body.
"Okay time to warm you up," Wanda commented, pushing the bowl to the side, sliding over top of me. She kissed me, spreading my legs farther apart slipping a finger inside me. She stroked my folds, moving her free hand to massage one of my breasts. He mouth connected to the neglected breast, her warm tongue swirling around the nipple. I let out a sight of pleasure, her mouth moving down to my core, licking me, her thumb rubbing my clit.
"Wanda…" I breathed, my hands tangling in her hair. It didn't take long for me to climax, my legs quaking as the tidal wave hit. She removed her mouth, getting up to lie on the bed.
"Uh-uh. It's my turn. Take off your clothes and lie down," I commented, sitting up and waiting for her to be naked in front of me. She switched places and I repeated the motions having her come twice when I touched her and ate her out.
"Want to move this to the bed?" I asked, smashing our lips together when we lied down. More moans came out of us as we rolled around on the bed, touching each other, multiple orgasms achieved, ending when we got under the covers, her head on my chest, letting my fingers glide through her hair.
"I love you," she said to me; a smile etched on my lips.
"I love you too," I confessed, kissing the top of her head, letting sleep take over.