As the sun rose over the ocean and the next morning arrived, the prisoners in the infirmary were woken up by the nurse to take their medicine and eat their breakfast which consisted of some unidentified slop this morning. The environment was hostile and sterile and the doctors barely cared about their health, but at least they had more comfortable beds than in their cells and they didn't have to go to work.
Wanda woke with a start when the nurse lightly tapped her cheek. Her head felt extremely heavy and like it was filled with cotton. And it hurt. A lot. She let out a soft groan, confused at where she was. Her big green eyes opened and the light inside the room blinded her briefly. When her vision adjusted, she saw the nurse, who was checking on her IV. Next to her bed, sat Jean Grey. She was sitting rigidly upright in the hospital chair, wringing her hands nervously as she seemed to be waiting for Wanda to wake up.
"Hi." Wanda said groggily, wanting her girlfriend to stop being so stressed.
"You're finally awake!" Jean exclaimed with great relief.
Wanda let out a soft chuckle, which made her face hurt. "What happened?" She whispered. She could not remember much at the moment.
"Uhm, I was told Carol Danvers started a fight with you and then knocked you out." Jean had asked the nurse earlier. "Don't worry. She'll pay for this." Jean's eyes flashed angrily.
Wanda frowned, which, again, hurt her face. She brought her hands up to feel the skin and pressed down on it. "Ouch." She looked at Jean with watery eyes. "I don't remember." She started to breathe quicker, feeling panicky. "Did I do anything wrong? Did I hurt somebody?"
Jean looked at Wanda, concerned by the fact she assumed it was her own fault instead of just focusing on the fact that Carol attacked her. "No. Of course you didn't"
"How do you know? You weren't there!" Wanda snapped. "What if they take the kitchen away from me? Who's running the kitchen right now?!" She started whimpering at the idea of losing the only thing that was worth getting up for.
Jean sat silent for a moment. To Wanda she merely was taking a moment to think, when in actuality she was currently digging through the witch's mind looking to see what actually happened. Wanda's thoughts and memories were always jumbled and confusing, compared to others. While the memory was blurry, she did see that Wanda freaked out at a new inmate, someone she recognized, after they dared to mention her children. There was a flash of red burning energy that was uncontrollable, and then Carol stepped into the kitchen and suddenly everything went dark.
She looked at Wanda solemnly and then said "I'm sure whatever happened can't be blamed on you. New inmates tend to cause problems."
Wanda breathed in slowly, trying to calm herself. She frowned then. "How do you know it had to do with a new inmate? Did someone tell you what I did?"
"Well I told you I asked the nurse earlier, didn't I?"
Wanda looked at her girlfriend, suspicious. "Why would a nurse know what happened?" She felt her jaw set as she realised what had happened. She let out a disappointed breath as she leaned back against the pillows defeatedly. "You did it again, didn't you?"
Jean sighed and then looked at Wanda pleadingly. "I'm sorry. I just thought it would help since you didn't remember and I could." She tried to excuse her behaviour hurriedly, not wanting Wanda to make a big deal out of it.
In truth, Jean enjoyed being able to overpower the witch. Their relationship worked because Jean felt superior to Wanda and moments like these only made that feeling stronger for Jean. She felt angry that Carol had dared to hurt what in her mind belonged to her though, and wanted to take revenge as soon as possible, but first wanted to make sure her girlfriend was okay.
Wanda had deflated in the pillows in the meantime, feeling pissed off at her loss of memory and the fact that Jean had once again broken a promise. Her head hurt and she wanted to sleep, but was too worried about what she might or might not have done. And the kitchen?
She let her eyes travel around, landing on the tray of food on the next bed over. It looked like a discoloured, messy slop.
Wanda opened her mouth in shock. "What the fuck is that?"
Jean followed her eyeline and let out a chuckle. "I don't know." She looked at Wanda's bruised face and her eyes softened. She scooted closer, pulling the chair along with her, and held Wanda's hand. She wasn't bothered by the fact that the other's fingers were stained black, like she had dipped them in ink.
"Listen, I'm sorry, okay?" She tried her best to look very sorry indeed.
Wanda sighed slowly. "You know I don't like it when you look in my head. I don't want you to see it." She whispered.
Jean nodded eagerly. "I understand. I was just trying to help. And I did see that it was all their fault. It was Carol and her friend, the new prisoner. They did this." She internally scolded Danvers for hurting what was hers. Because that's how she thought about Wanda.
The witch blinked tiredly, her eyes still wet with tears. "Really?"
"Really. And we won't let them get away with this. I won't let them get away with this." She squeezed Wanda's hand, feeling anger swell up in her stomach at the sight of her in this hospital bed. She wasn't only angry because Wanda got hurt, but also because Carol dared to defy Jean and hurt her girl. The sheer disrespect made her blood boil. She could feel her demeanour darken. Something inside her changed. The desire to take revenge deepened, until it was all she could think about.
She suddenly ripped her hand from Wanda's and stood up. "I gotta go." She didn't even make eye contact with Wanda as she tore away from the bed and marched out of the room.
Wanda stayed behind, her hand still on her stomach, dropped where Jean had let go of it. Her eyes filled with tears as the door slammed behind her girlfriend. This wasn't the first time Jean had done this, but that didn't make it hurt any less. The personality switches were part of being with Jean. It happened unexpectedly, which made it confusing for the already very unstable witch. She was just about to turn around to face the wall and have a good cry, when a tray of food clattered against the wall next to her, making her jump.
"You expect me to eat this shit?!" Yelled the woman who threw it, Titania. The tray and its contents were now currently lodged deep into the wall of the infirmary. "There is nothing that can make me eat that slop"
"Well then you can starve!" yelled the overworked and tired nurse who was tending to all the prison's sick and wounded. She was busy enough as it is, she didn't need to worry about some spoiled bitch who had a complaint for every single thing.
Wanda watched as some of the slop dripped down the wall next to her. She sniffed loudly and turned around to face the prisoner who had thrown it.
"I just wanted to let you know that the food normally isn't this bad." She said in a small, tearful voice.
"It better not be! It looked like it was pulled from the trash. I need to speak with whoever runs the kitchen." Titania huffed.
Wanda let out a soft laugh. "Well, that would be me." She wiped her tears in vain, as she was still upset.
Titania looked at her awkwardly and then continued. "Well then you clearly shouldn't be in charge of things!"
Wanda scoffed. "It looked like that because I'm here and not in the kitchen." She rolled her eyes at the new prisoner, offended at her lack of respect towards a superior, especially one that cooked for her, normally. "Out of curiosity, who is in charge currently?"
"How am I supposed to know? I just woke up and I don't remember what ever happened for me to get here." Titania groaned. "I remember how I got here. That bitch Jennifer attacked me! I just got here and she decided to pick a fight with me over nothing." She had skillfully shifted the conversation back to being about herself.
"You fought the Green One?" Wanda said, her accent poking through slightly. Challenging She-Hulk was probably at the top of the list of don'ts in this prison.
"Yes I fought her and could've won…" She tried to brag. Even in prison she felt the need to make herself sound better than she actually was. It was a coping mechanism really.
"I'm not so sure about that." Wanda replied. She had come face to face with Jen before, when she had just gotten here, and she was definitely strong. "Why did you pick a fight on your first day anyway?" She noted, having never seen Titania here before and remembering the fact that she said she recently arrived.
"I didn't! She picked a fight with me. I was just being given a tour when she went crazy and tried to kill me" Playing the victim was practically something Titania had perfected. "You have no idea what it's like having everything taken away and now being a lowly inmate. I mean this jumpsuit is absolutely hideous…" in her rant about how much she hated prison she seemed to forget that she was talking to a fellow inmate who had been through exactly the same process.
Wanda listened to the self centred woman talk, kind of half tuning her out. It was annoying, but somehow also a little comforting to listen to someone else talk shit. She nodded when needed.
"...and then the intake! Forcefully undressing me and then poking and prodding me like I'm not even human. I can't believe I'm in a place like this! This is some mistake. I'm not a horrible person like everyone else here."
"You know, I'm only telling you this because you're new, but you would do well being a little more respectful. I could refuse to give you food if you keep insulting me like this, for example." Wanda said, without a hint of emotion. She would not let this lowly, self-centred woman get the better of her, even in her weakened state.
"You can't do that." Titania replied. "Certainly that must go against some rule of the prison."
Wanda rolled her eyes, which kinda hurt. "When are you going to learn that there are no rules? I can do whatever I want." This wasn't necessarily true, but Titania didn't know that.
Titania crossed her arms like a huffy child. "You're just taking the fact that your girlfriend is toxic af out on me." She said, managing to somehow play both the victim in a situation that wasn't that serious but also point out something valid.
Wanda recoiled slightly as if she had just been physically slapped in the face. Her teary eyes widened with shock. "What?"
"I said you're just taking out your anger at your toxic girlfriend out on me." Titania repeated. She felt quite validated in her point.
"What toxic girlfriend?" Wanda spit out, angrily. She felt her anxiety rise.
"The redheaded mutie."
Wanda ignored the slur and swallowed heavily at the wild accusation. "What makes you say that?" She said in a small voice.
"Well I was like super bored so I was eavesdropping on your conversation and she sounds toxic to me. Just sayin'"
"She's not toxic!" The Witch whispered defensively, but felt her anxiety worsen, coating her voice.
"Okay, whatever." Titania replied sarcastically. She let the silence linger.
Wanda's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What if she was?" She sounded quite innocen, which was uncharacteristic and unexpected from her.
"I don't know. You admit that I was right?" Titania was determined to 'win' this conversation with an Avenger.
"I…" Wanda shrugged, unsure. "I don't know what is toxic and what isn't."
"Her reading your mind without your consent seems kinda toxic not gonna lie…"
Wanda had to agree there. "Yeah…I asked her not to do it."
"And she did it anyways, right?"
"Yeah, but it's okay right? As long as we talk about it and stuff…" Wanda said, half-heartedly. This was usually how they had fixed problems in the past.
Titania looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "No! That is not okay. I'm really needing to break this down for you?"
"I don't understand…" Wanda said, genuinely confused.
Titania paused for a moment and really took in her current situation. She was in a supermax prison in the middle of the ocean in the infirmary after getting in a fight with She-Hulk, now talking to an Avenger about consent. Her week couldn't possibly get any more absurd than this. "In all honesty this topic is totally boring me and I don't care that much or whatever, but like you have a say over your body…or your mind in this case. If she can't respect that then there is a severe issue."
Wanda's face fell. She could not count the amount of times people had disrespected both during her lifetime. "Oh." She simply said and didn't respond, seemingly deep in thought.
Titania broke the silence. "Don't feel pressured to thank me for the help or anything"
Wanda nodded absent-mindedly. "Thanks."
They both stayed quiet after that. Wanda considered what Titania had told her, something that should be kind of logical to her, she had somehow been too blind to see the warning signs, or had just ignored them. It all seemed really clear to her now. She thought about how Jean had left in a hurry so suddenly and realised they needed to talk before Jean would do something stupid. She grabbed the emergency beeper on her beside, pressing the button down harshly so a nurse would come to her aid.
The nurse looked stressed and busy, so when she saw Wanda wasn't literally dying she gave her a frustrated groan. "What?!"
Wanda smiled apologetically, using her somewhat scary but still palpable charm to hopefully touch on the nurse's good side. "Uhm, I was just wondering if I could leave? Seeing as you're so busy and all, I thought I would free up another bed for someone else." Her voice was sickly sweet and she made sure to smile brightly.
The nurse rolled her eyes, not really affected by her charm tactics but she still took Wanda's chart. "It seems like they're holding you in case of a concussion." She eyed Wanda boredly, her eyes gliding over the others bruised face and watery eyes. "You don't look concussed to me."
Wanda nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I feel fine." Her face hurt a lot, but she had endured worse.
"'Kay, I don't care that much. The sooner you get back in the kitchen the better, to be honest. Food is disgusting today." The nurse started writing on Wanda's chart, seeming to get the administration in order.
"Who's running the kitchen right now?" The Witch asked, dreading the answer.
"Agatha." The nurse gave Wanda a pointed, knowing look and tore off the chart, giving the paper to Wanda. Her eyes then fell on Titania, who had clearly been listening to their conversation.
"You can leave too." She waved her hand dismissively at the new inmate. Apparently, Titania did not even seem to have a chart. The nurse dropped a bag of their belongings at both of their feet and hurried off.
Titania opened her bag and frowned at the idea of having to put the ugly orange jumpsuit back on. "Hey, do we have somewhere we can change in private?!" She asked the nurse, but the nurse had already busied herself handling a different patient (or she was just ignoring her).
Wanda's hands twitched angrily as she took off the blanket and let herself slide out of the hospital bed. Agatha running the kitchen was probably one, if not the worst possible outcomes of this whole ordeal. Not only was she a terrible cook, she had spent every day since getting in here trying to get into the kitchen, either to apply for a job for the hundredth time, or try to seduce Wanda. Her flirting was out of control and it made Wanda uncomfortable, because Jean seemed to blame her for Agatha's behaviour as if it was somehow her fault. She needed to get to Jean as soon as possible so she could get back to the kitchen that night. She had no issue stripping herself of the ragged hospital dress in front of everyone. She pulled on her comfortable, well-worn jumpsuit and grabbed her things, her movements hurried and stressed. She motioned for Titania to do the same, because she still stood there helplessly. "Just put it on."
Titania rolled her eyes and quickly took off her dress and changed into her uniform. Before they parted ways, Titania looked at Wanda, their eyes connecting. "Do yourself a favour, break up with her." She said, and then left the room, being led away by a guard to get to her cell.
Wanda, who was allowed to roam free through most of the prison, took no shortcuts and immediately hurried over to Jean's room, which was a big, private one with a nice comfortable bed with nice, purple satin sheets, especially compared to the normal bunks. There was a shelf in the corner with a few good books that could not be found within the prison library, and on the top of it a few 'toys' on display she had traded with the Widows for her own contraband. On the back wall Jean had carved a large 'X' within a circle in memory of her old days in the X-men (they had disbanded after Professor Xavier was assassinated). Jean was lying on her bed, it was still an hour before inmates were supposed to wake up. She was awake, though.
The door swung open wildly as Wanda entered with a brisk pace. She stopped in front of Jean, the courage she had built up to confront Jean immediately dissipated as she stood looming over her. The barred door slowly shut behind her and she breathed out slowly. "Hi."
Jean looked at her with surprise. "They let you out already?" She asked in a happy tone, glad to see her. She seemed to be back to her normal, chill self. For now.
"Uh, kind of. Anyway, there's something I need to talk to you about." Wanda said, her voice unsteady but she was trying really hard to sound tough and stand her ground.
"Is it about Carol? We just talked about this, I'm going to make sure she pays for laying a finger on you. I promise"
"No, it's…it's about us." Wanda looked at her feet, too scared to make eye contact.
Jean looked concerned now. "What do you mean?" She didn't expect this.
Wanda moved to sit down next to Jean, pulling at the skin of her blackened thumbs nervously as she talked, still not even daring to look at Jean. "Well…I've done some thinking…And uh, I think our relationship is not good for me." She almost whispered the last part. "There was a girl in the hospital that said your behaviour is kind of toxic."
"And you're going to listen to 'some girl' you just ran into in the hospital? What the fuck does she know?" Jean was instantly pissed. "Our relationship isn't good for you? Really? Because I happen to remember protecting you when you first got here and Agatha wouldn't stop groping you!"
Wanda felt anxiety rise in her chest, realising she had said the wrong thing. "I know that…but…you used your powers on me again, even though I told you not to do that." She remembered what Titania had said. "That's not okay." She repeated the influencer's words. Compared to Jean's, her voice was super soft and her tone calm.
"You use your powers all of the time! Besides, do you know how hard it is to not use my telepathy?"
"That's different! I use my powers to cook, to provide for the people here." Wanda protested immediately.
"Okay and? I use my powers to make sure we're safe. I only looked at your thoughts to find out who hurt you. I did that to help you! I always help you!" Jean's tone became urgent and emotional, but bitter.
"I know that, and I really appreciate it!" Wanda started speaking louder now, too. "But you don't need to protect me. I can stand up for myself!"
"Like you stood up against Carol…or Agatha?"
"I don't need you to overpower me or tell me what to do or to take care of me!" Wanda shouted frustrated, her fingers grabbing the fabric of her own jumpsuit tightly and angrily. "I'm done with it."
Jean got up close to Wanda and put a finger against her chest. "You've always liked me overpowering you before."
The atmosphere now laid heavy with both anger but also sexual tension as they challenged each other with their eyes.
Jean continued, her voice low. "I think I need to show you how much you're mine. It seems you've forgotten. Now be a good girl for mommy… and take off your clothes."
Wanda swallowed heavily, the dominant tone of Jean's words hitting her like a truck. She tried to remember what they had been talking about, but Jean had said the exact thing that would make her cave. She could feel her stomach pool with desire almost painfully and bit her lip. "I…" She looked at Jean and saw the other's eyes shine brightly with longing and another emotion she could not really discern. It was really hard for her to look away, melting into Jean's gaze. "Okay." She whispered, and slowly unzipped the jumpsuit she was wearing. She had lost the urge to fight instantly.
"Good girl." Jean smiled and slowly pulled open Wanda's jumpsuit, unveiling the witch's cute breasts. She then took hold of her zipper and roughly dragged it down the rest of the way.
Wanda carefully put her hands on Jean's cheeks and leaned forward to kiss her, needing to taste her lips. She couldn't think of anything else and their conversation was long forgotten.
Jean slid her hand between the opening of the uniform, down Wanda's abdomen, and towards her sex. Her long elegant fingers met against her pussy and she began to rub her.
Wanda let out a strained breath, small waves of pleasure filling her up. Jean was very good at touching her in all the right spots. "Please…" She whispered against Jean's wet lips.
Jean started to pick up her pace, her fingers rubbing back and forth against Wanda's wetness.
"Please keep going." Wanda whispered, soft moans escaping her throat. She was frustrated with herself for giving in to Jean, but it felt so good that she decided to worry about it later.
Jean enjoyed Wanda's little pleas, relishing in the fact that she was able to overpower here once again. She had been scared for a second that she had really gone too far, but knowing she still had The Scarlet Witch under her control calmed her, while at the same time turning her on immensely. She loved being able to make her moan with the slightest touch, and teasing her where she could. Being in control gave her an enormous rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. She promptly removed her hand from between Wanda's legs and licked them off, tasting her.
Wanda let out a frustrated sound immediately. She wanted Jean to continue more than anything and felt the wetness pool between her thighs.
"Take that off." Jean demanded, motioning towards the half removed jumpsuit Wanda was still wearing. She herself got up and removed her own clothes, before making sure the cell door was locked so no one would intrude. She walked over to one of her many drawers, opened it skillfully and removed something from inside.
Wanda had hurriedly taken off the jumpsuit and her undergarments and watched what Jean was doing shyly. A soft blush had made its way on her cheeks as she rubbed her legs together.
Jean fumbled with the straps a bit before adjusting the harness. She immediately felt the power rush through her as she approached Wanda, the thick, dark strap-on dangling between her legs.
Wanda looked a little intimidated. They had definitely done this before, and it had always been enjoyable for her. Jean definitely knew what to do. It was just a bit unexpected in this moment, but not unwelcome.
"Lay down." Jean commanded Wanda, who nodded and immediately complied.
Jean climbed onto the bed, on top of Wanda, grabbing the other's wrists and pinning them above her head, so she could not really do anything. Before she moved any further, she looked into Wanda's eyes. "Tell me. Who's the boss here?"
Wanda's cheeks flushed. "You." She whispered, wriggling in anticipation. She wanted Jean to enter her already.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jean's voice was low and dominant.
"You are." Wanda said a little louder, and before she could react, Jean had thrust forward, the thick strap-on entering Wanda and stretching her out. Wanda's hips immediately buckled and she let out a surprised moan.
"That's right. You're mine." Jean said, and started thrusting. Slowly at first, testing the waters and not wanting to hurt Wanda too badly. The Witch let out soft whimpers and tried to move her hands, but they were pinned securely in place.
Jean felt the pressure of the strap-on on her own clit as well, pleasuring her while she started fucking Wanda harder and rougher.
Wanda couldn't contain her moans anymore and let herself loudly make sounds of pleasure. She could feel the strap-on rubbing against her walls, stretching her out from the inside. "It feels so good." She whimpered.
"Only I can make you feel good, you understand? None of them will ever love you like I do." Jean whispered hoarsely in Wanda's ear as she thrust her hips forwards. Wanda nodded and her brows unforrowed, the stress seeming to leave her body completely. "Yes, Yes…" She complied, her chest moving up and down with each movement.
Jean continued until she could hear Wanda's moans quicken, indicating that she was close. She connected her lips to Wanda's neck and kissed her feverishly, deepening her thrusts as far as she could.
"I want you to cum for me." She whispered, wanting the one to be in control of when Wanda would fly over the edge. Right now, she felt on top of the world.
Wanda's body trembled and she squeezed her eyes shut as she could feel her walls contracting. Sweet pleasure filled her senses as she came, her legs pressed together and her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
"Good girl." Jean said, pulling out quite suddenly and giving Wanda a sloppy kiss. She let her ride out her orgasm while unclasping the strap-on and discarding it to the side. She cradled Wanda's face and pulled a stray piece of hair behind the witch's ear.
Wanda's breathing calmed down and she melted into Jean's side, feeling comfortable and safe in her embrace. Her head was resting on Jean's chest, listening to her heartbeat. It seemed stupid to have started a fight now, looking back. She realised she had been wrong. "I'm sorry. You were right. Thank you for always protecting me." She whispered softly.
Jean, feeling victorious, kissed Wanda's cheek. "It's okay. I forgive you." She hadn't forgotten what Wanda had said, and was already overthinking and trying to figure out how to fix this in the long run, but showed no sign of this.
They stayed cuddling a little longer, before Jean eventually had to get up and get to work. She convinced Wanda to stay there for a while, because there was no kitchen duty to be done until later that night. Wanda fell asleep wrapped in Jean's sheets, a soft smile playing at her lips, her worries forgotten.