"Will it ever end? It's way too hot to do anything productive. Every time I step outside it feels like a fucking furnace," Tony complained, wiping his brow free of sweat; not that it did any good in this ongoing heat wave. Sweat kept dripping everywhere and I mean everywhere, the heat relentlessly torturing our bodies.

We were all huddled in the lounge watching the weather report, watched as it became evident that we had a few more days to boil in the heat.

"Alright, that's it. No training today. The temperature won't do us any good and I don't want anyone overheating. You're free to find anything to help you cool off," Steve stated, turning off the TV, his hand threading through his sweat soaked hair.

"What we need is a vacation. A nice, cold vacation to get away from this heat. I wonder where we could go that is much cooler than here," Tony stated, getting out his tablet and searching for any place that might suit his needs.

"Tony, I don't think-," Steve said, about to make a point of us staying here in case some trouble popped up.

"We could go to Ireland. There's no heat wave there and it'd be a gorgeous country to visit," Tony interrupted.

"But…"

"Come on. It'll be fun. We all need it and it'll give us a chance to get away from this heat," Tony argued. A chorus of pleases echoed around the room. Wanda and I looked at each other and giggled.

"We can't just leave. What if some trouble pops up and we're needed here," Steve pointed out, his arms crossing his chest.

"Okay, okay. If you're really worried about it then I'll stay here. Maybe I can convince Strange to help out if needed. Tony's right. This heat is killer," I stated, earning a frustrated sigh from Steve.

"I still don't think-,"

"I'll stay here with her. Go on vacation. It'll be fine. We've got it handled here," Wanda volunteered, squeezing my hand in support. Steve rubbed his face in defeat, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Okay, fine. If there's trouble, you call Strange. Understood?" he stated, clearly annoyed that he'd been out-voted. Cheers from the others sounded around the room, most scurrying to their rooms to pack.

"You're sure you two don't want to come with us? When I said all of us deserve a vacation, I did mean all of us," Tony commented.

"Yeah, it's not a problem. We can take ours when you guys get back," Wanda answered, draping an arm over my shoulders.

"I'm sure Strange could handle…"

"GO!" we both shouted, his hands coming up in surrender.

"Alright. Jeez, it's as if you two are in a hurry to get rid of us,"

"If you don't leave in the next two seconds, I'm going to strip my girlfriend and have sex with her right on this couch…in front of you," Wanda threatened, my jaw dropping at the suggestion.

"As entertaining as that might be to watch, I think I'll opt out. Have fun and be safe. If there's trouble…"

"Call Strange. We got it," I told him, pushing him to the elevator. He got on once it arrived, leaving Wanda and I to wait as one by one, our friends departed to go on a much needed holiday. They'd be gone for a few days, allowing Wanda and me time alone. Who knew what we could get up to?

"There they go and here we stay. What should we do to keep ourselves entertained?" Wanda asked, kissing me and circling her arms around my waist.

"Well, I thought we could fix some dinner and then maybe make-out for a little while," I replied, kissing her cheeks, then her neck; it was meant as a tease for what was in store for her later.

"Mm, okay. I like…no I love that plan. Does it include being naked while we make-out?"

"Hmm, perhaps. I guess you'll have to wait and find out,"

I removed my body from her reach to prepare some tuna and asparagus before we engaged in anything that would lead to my most perfect girlfriend naked in front of my eyes.

"I hate it when you tease me," she complained, walking over to sit on one of the barstools, her head in her hands; her soft, supple lips formed into a pout, a trick she had perfected to make me come back for another kiss. I prepared the asparagus, putting them in oven to roast once the temperature came up before making my way towards her again.

"No, you don't. You love it when I tease you. Especially when I kiss you here…and here…and definitely right here," I told her, kissing her jaw, neck, coming around the island to leave a kiss in the middle of her chest. She closed her eyes, the tingles shooting through her. At the last kiss, she opened her eyes, her breathing changing from relaxed to almost a pant.

"You're right. I definitely don't hate your teasing. Truth is, it really turns me on," She confessed, making me smirk.

Let's just eat first. Then we can see about getting you out of those clothes," I told her, winking at her returning to the stove to cook.

"I can't wait. I'm certain it'll be exciting,"

I waited until the tuna steaks seared on one side before flipping it to the other side letting it sear on the other half and set them on two plates to pull out the asparagus. I plated the asparagus as well, bringing both plates to the island, setting them down and grabbing drinks from the fridge.

We ate in silence, the idea of a naked make-out session weighing heavy on our minds. We cleaned up our mess and sat down on the couch, the desire for each other strong. I leaned in to kiss her, pulling her body to mine and cupped her face. Drifting my hands down to her shirt, I moved the straps of her tank top down, kissing her shoulders, then finding a place on her neck that had her moaning for more.

I slid off the straps, exposing her breasts to the semi-cold air conditioning, her nipples slightly perking up with the cool air. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, her back arching at my touch.

"Gemma," Wanda breathed as my mouth connected to one of her breasts, my tongue flicking her nipple every so often. Satisfied with the one breast, I moved to the other, pushing more fabric down to get access to her stomach, pushing her flat against then couch, trailing my lips down, occasionally nipping at her flesh causing her to cry out.

I pulled down her shirt, along with her shorts, leaving her underwear on for the moment, kneading her breasts, her hands reaching the hem of my shirt.

I let her sit up to take it off of me, her lips meeting mine again, our hands massaging and pulling on each other's breasts and nipples; we whimpered in pleasure, breathy moans escaping out lips. She pushed me down to pull off my shorts, no underwear underneath to save me from her fingers entering my body.

My back arched, my hips bucking against her hand as she played inside, stroking and pumping intervals of slow and fast paces, teasing my orgasm and pulling out just before the edge and letting her mouth do the rest of the work.

"Oh god. Wanda!" I screamed as she continued eating me out, a cause of the second orgasm that night. She got up and pulled off her underwear prompting me to turn the tables and enjoy my own feast. After her second orgasm crashed down, the sound of water hitting the skylight captured my attention.

"I think the heat wave just broke. It's raining…come with me. I have an idea. A final way of cooling off if you will," I told her, helping her off the couch and to the elevator.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"The roof. There's a loft up there that I think will be fun to continue our entertainment," I told her, pulling her out once we arrived. The rain drenched our naked bodies as we made our way to the loft and to a bed with rubber mats on it. I laid her down, kissing her and inserting two fingers inside her and pumping in and out, as her moans got higher and louder, coming all over my hand. I kissed her again, my tongue slipped inside her mouth, continuing my actions sending her over the edge once more.

She rolled me over to spread me wide and fucking me with three fingers instead of two. The rain was cold against our skin and already we could tell the difference in the air as we cuddled, breathing hard from our sensual activity.

"Hey, Wanda?"

"Yes?"

"You know I love you right?" I asked, thoughts of what lied ahead for us in the future filling my head.

"Yes, I love you too," she told me, facing me, her head on my chest.

"Good. I've been thinking about things for a while. Our relationship has been magical…"

"Wait, you're not breaking up with are you?" She interrupted, sitting up, worry etched in her features.

"No. I'm not breaking up with you. I was thinking about the opposite actually," I told her.

"What?"

"Let's go back inside. I have something I've been meaning to give to you. I'll explain in our room," I told her. We took the elevator down to the second floor to our room.

"Should I get dressed?" She asked, sitting on the bed.

"No. Stay there. Stay naked," I told her opening a dresser to pull out a small box. I walked over to her, kneeling in front of her.

"Wanda, my love. I would love to move our relationship forward and I want you part of my everyday life so I can kiss you whenever I want. I love you and I don't want you going anywhere. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" I proposed, opening the box to reveal a ruby stone on a silver ring band, the perfect engagement ring for my perfect Scarlet Witch.

"Gemma, it's beautiful. Yes, I will marry you. A thousand times yes," she answered. I smiled and slipped the ring on her finger, getting up to kiss her. The rest of the night was spent cuddling, kissing and marveling at each other's beauty. We talked about wedding details figuring out what we'd like as a theme and where we would like it to be. When our friends came back from their vacation, we told them the news of our engagement and received congratulations from the team. As we continued to figure things out, I couldn't help but to think about the exciting future we had in front of us.