After opening up to Natasha and Wanda about what happened that night and experiencing their comforting presence, you found yourself at their house whenever you weren't studying. You still slept at the dorm, and on some evenings, you'd hang out with Kate, watching movies when she wasn't with Chris, the guy she started dating around 2 months ago.
Yelena, on the other hand, had been spending more time at Dave's apartment, and you couldn't blame her. In fact, you secretly liked it because it meant you could find alone time with Wanda or Natasha. They never questioned why you showed up at their place asking for Yelena when you had a phone. Instead, they greeted you with smiles and welcomed you to stay, and you hadn't turned down their invitation yet.
So it's how you ended up sitting by Natasha's side on the couch as she opened her laptop and began scrolling through various art pieces. Her eyes danced with excitement as she explained the intricate details and artists behind each creation. You might not have considered yourself a big fan of art, but as you listened to her passionate descriptions in that raspy voice of hers, you couldn't help but feel a warm fondness well up within you. For a brief moment, she was yours, even if only in your imagination, and it felt wonderful to pretend.
Natasha's slender fingers moved gracefully across the laptop's touchpad, zooming in on specific parts of the artwork that captivated her. "You can see how his bold strokes weave a beautiful narrative through the piece, seamlessly blending roughness and softness," she explained, her raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.
All you could think was that she was the beautiful one. No work of art could compete with her natural beauty, and you found yourself easily losing hours just gazing at her. Lately, you had become fixated on her lips, appreciating the way they curved and moved when she spoke. Every time the tip of her pink tongue would slide out to moisten her lips, a pleasant tingle would travel from your stomach down to your core. The first time it happened, you had nearly gasped, but you managed to keep your reactions to yourself. You found a secret pleasure in indulging these thoughts.
You turned your attention to what Natasha was saying as she squeezed you closer in the half-hug she had you in on the couch.
You watched as she transitioned to the next piece, a graphic painting of the female body in an intricate pose filled the screen. "Exquisite, isn't it?" Natasha sighed dreamily. You found yourself unable to look away from the erotic painting, but you got even more transfixed when you tore your eyes away to focus on Natasha fixated on her expression and the sultry tone of her voice, you couldn't stop your reaction and could feel heat crawl up your neck to settle on your cheeks.
Your body reacted with a shiver, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away when Natasha's eyes briefly met yours. Your heart raced as you tried to focus on the artwork displayed, but it became increasingly difficult as warmth spread through your body, making you feel strangely drawn to the sensuous shapes and positions within the painting.
A sudden slam of the front door broke the spell, causing you to jump away from Natasha, turning your attention toward the source of the noise. Wanda stood there, shaking snow from her coat, and you nervously wet your lips, regretting your abrupt movement as her eyes locked onto yours.
Wanda gracefully removed her coat and draped it over an armchair before approaching you with a gentle smile. "Y/N, it's lovely to see your sweet face again," she greeted warmly, but her eyes held a teasing glint. "It's good to see you aren't hiding from us anymore"
You stammered in response, unable to deny the accuracy of her accusation, although you weren't quite ready to admit your childish behavior. You turned to Natasha, seeking support, but she only chuckled softly.
"Ah, don't look at me, little duckling. We both know you've been avoiding us before," Natasha chimed in, her eyes twinkling as she winked at you before returning her attention to the screen. You couldn't help but pout in her direction.
Wanda lightly tapped your lower lip and playfully said, "Tuck that away." She leaned down to sweep Natasha's hair back, making her lean back, and seized the opportunity to kiss her wife passionately.
You wanted to avert your gaze, feeling like an intruder, but you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away. You lowered your head slightly, but your focus remained locked on the beautiful sight in front of you. Natasha and Wanda were a stunning couple, and your heart fluttered as you witnessed their shared smiles through the kiss.
Wanda hummed contentedly as she broke the kiss, and you quickly averted your eyes when she caught you staring. Her breathy chuckle spoke volumes about what she thought of discovering that you'd been watching them.
She moved around the couch and you were on your way to move to give her space next to Natasha but Wanda stopped you and gracefully sat down next to you leaning her arms behind you in the back of the couch and offered you a small wink. You gave her a startled smile before turning towards Natasha who had picked up her laptop as you rested quietly against her. She held you firmly, flicking open the laptop to the painting of a woman you had looked at before Wanda arrived. You could hear Wanda's disapproving scoff next to you.
"Jesus, babe, are you trying to scar Y/N's eyes with that?" Wanda remarked with clear disapproval, and you couldn't help but smile.
"There's nothing wrong with this," Natasha retorted as she made some notes and went over to the next slide.
"He's not even that good of an artist. It baffles me that everyone makes such a fuss about him," Wanda snipped, running her hand through your hair, and you melted into their comforting presence.
"Don't act so innocent; I've seen what you've created when you've been in a mood," Natasha teased, and you felt Wanda bristle next to you.
"Please," Wanda drawled in a low voice, her fingers tensing in your hair. "Don't compare his trash to mine. At least I capture the reactions."
Natasha hummed smugly and you glanced up to find her smirking at the laptop. She caught your eye, winked, and then turned her attention back to Wanda.
"Is that so?" Natasha said playfully as she leaned closer to Wanda, pressing you snugly between them. "And pray tell, dear wife, would you be comfortable sharing those paintings with our little duckling?"
In the two months you'd known Wanda, you'd never seen her look this flustered. If she had feathers she would be all ruffled but your heart fluttered again as her slender fingers covered your eyes as she glared at her wife.
A giggle slipped past your lips, and you felt the slow caress of Wanda's soft warm fingers as they slid from your eyes down your cheeks. You opened your eyes to look up at her scolding expression, but the slight upturn of her lips told another story. Her soft hands became surprisingly mischievous as they curled into your sides, making you squirm and squeak as she tickled you.
"Cheeky girl, do you find it amusing when Nat is teasing me?" Wanda asked, her voice laced with amusement as she continued to tickle you, and you reached for her to slow her torment.
"Stop, please stop. I yield," you laughed, trying to squirm away from her. You could hear Natasha laughing next to Wanda, the traitor.
"You can beg better than that," Wanda said smugly, drawing her nails down your side, making you laugh harder.
"Please, please, I'll do anything, just have mercy," you managed to say between twitches and laughter, making Wanda and Natasha chuckle.
"Anything I want, you say?" Wanda said smugly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer to keep you in her grasp. You laughed, still squirming, but nodded in agreement.
"Yes, just have mercy," you replied with a chuckle, smiling shyly at her.
Natasha chimed in with affection, "Precious," and if you weren't so occupied with trying to escape Wanda's playful torment, you would have melted in to a puddle.
"Anything, just please stop," you begged, caught between laughter and the delightful torture, making Wanda and Natasha chuckle in response.
"That's quite the bold offer, my dear, giving me anything I desire," Wanda purred, her fingers playfully weaving through your hair as a sly grin danced upon her lips. The spark in her eyes both thrilled and intimidated you.
You tilted your head back to exchange a glance with Natasha, only to find her engrossed in whatever was on the screen before her.
"Wanda," Natasha murmured in a voice you had never heard before, drawing your attention back to the enchanting woman before you.
You felt like prey, awaiting the predator's final strike, and you couldn't help but gaze at Wanda with wide eyes. Her smile grew broader as her fingers traveled from your hair down to your jaw. She seemed entirely focused on you, oblivious to Natasha's words.
"I want you all to myself for the entire day. Just you and me. What do you say?" Wanda asked tenderly, her fingers continuing to trace your face, causing you to close your eyes in bliss.
The tenderness of her touch heightened the experience, especially after the torment she'd put you through earlier. You reveled in the sensitivity of your skin under her caress.
Wanda's fingers tightened their grip on your jaw when you hesitated to respond. Your eyes snapped open, and you attempted to compose yourself.
"I need an answer," Wanda prodded, her words washing over you.
"Yes, ma'am," you forced out, gazing into her beautiful eyes. Warmth blossomed in your chest at her gentle smile and pleased hum in response.
"Give the poor girl some breathing space," Natasha scolded her wife, swatting Wanda's arm playfully. Wanda shot Natasha a warning glare before returning her attention to you, a smile on her face. She leaned away, helping you sit up.
You watched as Wanda fussed over your clothes while Natasha typed away on her keyboard. You found yourself fondly enjoying Wanda's attention and low murmurs as she scolded your wrinkled attire.
"I prepared dinner earlier; it's in the fridge, ready to be heated," Natasha said while focusing on her screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard.
"Y/N, have you eaten today?" Wanda asked gently as she smoothed down your hair. You shook your head.
She tisked in disapproval and pulled you up from the couch. "Did you eat already, love?" Wanda inquired of Natasha as she guided you toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, I ate earlier, so I'm good," Natasha murmured, her focus still on the screen. You glanced back at her, engrossed in her work, before turning your attention to Wanda and the feeling of her hand in yours, her long, slender fingers creating a delightful sensation.
"Up you go," Wanda cooed as she helped you onto a barstool at the counter. Her firm hold on your hips caused a blush to creep onto your cheeks. She tapped your nose with a smile before turning to the fridge.
You observed as she retrieved the food to be reheated. Once it was ready, she sat down beside you and slid a plate in front of you. The food was delicious, and you relished Wanda's company as she talked about a new art piece she was planning, inspired by her time in a downtown ballet studio. Your cheeks reddened as she leaned in closer to wipe sauce from the corner of your mouth, her thumb brushing against the apple of your chin.
"I was thinking tomorrow would be the perfect day for me to claim my prize. So, I want you here at 9 a.m., unless you have other plans," Wanda suggested after you finished your meal.
As you observed Wanda carry the plates to the sink, your curiosity grew, and you found yourself wondering about her choice of a prize and what her intentions were.
"What exactly do you have in mind?" you asked cautiously, keeping an eye on her as she efficiently moved the dishes to the dishwasher.
Wanda turned towards you, a serene smile gracing her features. "Well, I was planning on spending the day in my studio, and I thought your company would be delightful. Perhaps we could go to the store and tackle some other chores together," she said in a lighthearted tone, wiping down the counter with a gentle, affectionate air.
"Okay, I can be here at 9," you said with a shy smile, appreciating Wanda's eagerness to spend time with you.
"Perhaps it's even better if you stay the night since you're already here," Wanda suggested, shooting you a suggestive look and a smile as she continued tidying up the kitchen.
You glanced at her, wondering what more she could possibly be cleaning since the kitchen already looked spotless, but you quickly shifted your focus back to the conversation.
"If you don't mind, that could be nice," you replied, still a bit uncertain about staying the night without Yelena being home.
"We won't mind, Sweetheart. Like I've said before, the room upstairs is yours whenever you need it," Wanda assured you, offering a tender smile as she hung up the towel and moved back towards where you were sitting.
You couldn't help but admire everything she did – her movements were so fluid and graceful, even in the simplest acts like walking. She leaned against the counter, resting on her elbows with her head on her folded hands, looking at you with a fond smile.
"Nat told me you're fond of dragons," Wanda said softly, causing you to fidget in your seat as a blush crept onto your cheeks.
Feeling like a blubbering mess, you attempted to defend yourself, hoping to appear more mature, but your words only seemed to make you appear more immature.
"I... No, I mean, sure, I liked them as a kid. But, yeah, they're cool. Or something," you stuttered, avoiding her gaze in mortification. You squeezed your eyes shut when you heard her low chuckle.
"Well, I saw this movie, Eragon, once, and I liked it," Wanda broke the silence, and you couldn't help but look at her in outrage.
"What?" You exclaimed in disbelief. "That movie completely butchered the story from the book, and it's no wonder they never made a sequel."
You looked at Wanda with disapproval, and she appeared wildly amused by your reaction.
"My, my, I had no idea you felt so passionately about Eragon," Wanda said smugly, leaning in further.
"If you read the books, you would understand," you replied with a frown.
"Will you let me borrow them from you?" Wanda asked gently, her teasing expression giving way to a more endearing one.
"You want to borrow them? From me?" You couldn't help but respond with another question.
"Yes, I would very much like to know what you enjoy, sweet girl," Wanda replied smoothly, tilting her head to the side as she looked at you intently. You couldn't help being slightly distracted by her auburn hair falling in beautiful waves down her arm.
"Uh, yeah, sure, of course," you answered, rubbing the back of your neck.
"Wonderful," Wanda clasped her hands together and straighten up before offering you a pleased smile. "Now go tell Nat we're having a movie night."
You looked at her with wide eyes, nodded, and jumped down from the chair, making your way to the living room to find Natasha still in the same spot.
"The food was great, thanks," you said as you walked up to Natasha, who hummed in response with a smile, still focused on her computer.
You sat down next to her, watching her work quietly, not wanting to disturb her. You blushed when you noticed she was looking at a graphic painting of two women.
"Beautiful, isn't it," Natasha commented as she examined the painting and added some comments.
"Um, yeah," you replied, still a bit flustered by the painting.
Your eyes met Natasha's as she chuckled at your response. Her eyes sparkled as she looked you over.
"Does seeing two women together make you uncomfortable?" Natasha asked kindly, waiting for your response.
"No, god no. Why would you think that?" you exclaimed in alarm, fearing you had unintentionally offended Natasha.
"You looked a little uncomfortable there for a while, so I just wanted to be sure," She winked at you with a gentle smile which made your stomach flutter again.
"I'm not uncomfortable," you mumbled, hugging your legs toward your torso.
"No? So why the flickering eyes and blushing?" Natasha teased, looking you over with a cheeky smile.
"I haven't actually seen much of it, and it's just new," you admitted. She reached out and wrapped her arm around your shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"I'm sorry for teasing you, Ducky. You just look so adoring right now," Natasha chuckled as she ruffled your hair, then closed her computer and stowed it away.
"Jerk," you playfully whispered, earning a hearty laugh from Natasha.
"So, little one, what did you do to my wife?" Natasha asked, chuckling lightly as she pulled you into her side.
"She's in the kitchen, and she asked me to tell you we're having a movie night," you replied, wiggling in her hold with a contented hum.
"Is that so? Well, then, what would you like to watch?" Natasha asked fondly, looking down at you.
You shrugged as she turned on the TV, scrolling through movies and series. She stopped at Game of Thrones.
"Yelena said this was good, and you two usually have the same taste in fantasy. Do you want to watch this?" Natasha asked, nudging you.
"I've never seen or heard of it," you admitted, focusing on the screen.
You glanced around as you heard Wanda approaching, and she smiled fondly as she took in the sight of both of you on the sofa. You shyly returned her smile, wondering what Wanda thought of her wife holding you like this.
"We're watching Game of Thrones," Natasha announced when she noticed Wanda walking in. She shifted over, and Wanda took a seat on the other side of Natasha, lowering the lights.
You began to watch the show, finding it rather disturbing and wondering why Yelena had thought it was so good. When the sexual scenes started, you felt warmth spreading through your body and tried to maintain your composure so that Natasha and Wanda wouldn't notice.
"Yelena recommended this?" Wanda whispered, and you desperately wanted to look at her, but you kept your gaze fixed on the screen.
"I wouldn't say she recommended it. She just said she's watching a new show. I thought she and Ducky might have similar taste, and it could be something we could all watch together," Natasha answered in a low voice. You could feel her eyes on you, making you fidget in your seat.
"Y/N, do you want to continue watching this?" Wanda asked softly as the episode came to an end.
You looked over at her, torn between what to answer. You didn't want them to think you were childish for wanting to watch something else, yet you also feared they might find you unusual for wanting to see more of the graphic scenes. You hadn't seen much of such content on TV, and it intrigued you.
"I can watch something else if you prefer," you replied slowly, and Wanda nodded with approval, sharing a smirk with Natasha before taking the remote.
You leaned in closer to Natasha, savoring the scent of her perfume. If you were a cat, you might have purred as Natasha let her fingers gently caress your arm and encouraged you to snuggle closer to her.
Finally, it seemed that Wanda had chosen another movie. You almost groaned when an older film started playing, but you were too preoccupied with the comforting warmth of Natasha to pay much attention to the movie.
However, when Natasha gently tapped your nose, you looked up at her. "Pay attention to the movie," she said warmly, and you smiled shyly, nodding in agreement.
You followed her request and found yourself more engrossed as the film progressed. It revolved around a younger woman being seduced by an older woman. Glancing over at Wanda, who was watching the screen intently, you turned your attention back to the movie as more explicit scenes unfolded.
You couldn't help but gasp as the two characters kissed. It was beautifully portrayed and filled you with warmth. As the scene continued, you felt your own body growing warmer, and you couldn't help but fidget in your seat as they removed their clothes.
"Are you okay?" Natasha asked softly, and you looked at her with wide eyes before glancing over at Wanda, who was also watching you with intense eyes.
"Yes," you whispered before redirecting your gaze back to the screen, captivated by the unfolding scene.
You held your breath as you watched as the woman trailed kisses down the other woman's chest down between her legs. You took a shuddering breath as the scene unfolded before you. You felt Natasha's gentle caress, from your hair down to your jaw, tilting your head back.
"Still okay?" she asked with a warm, low voice that sent shivers down your spine.
"Y-yes," you answered, moistening your dry lips.
She hummed, dragging her thumb over your lower lip before releasing your face and turning her attention back to the screen.
You tried to compose yourself as the movie came to an end. The room fell into a heavy silence, and you began to feel uncomfortable, a growing urge to escape.
"So, yeah, good movie night. I should go to bed," you hurriedly blurted out as you scrambled off the couch.
"Why the rush?" Natasha called out behind you. You turned around with a sheepish smile, twisting your hands.
"Just tired, and well, Wanda has a lot of plans for using me tomorrow, so I need to be ready," you stammered, searching for excuses as you looked at the women.
Wanda chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Natasha's cheek. "That's a good idea, sweetheart. I do plan on using you thoroughly tomorrow," she purred as she looked at you while caressing Natasha's arm.
"Wanda," Natasha murmured with a frown.
"Yeah, see, so I need the rest," you said lightly, shifting from one foot to the other and edging closer to the stairs.
"Jesus," Natasha groaned, rubbing her eyes, while Wanda chuckled softly, giving you a wink.
"Sleep well, darling," she said in a hushed tone, leaning against her wife.
"Night," you breathed out before darting up the stairs.
Your heart raced as you closed the door to your borrowed room. You leaned against it, taking a moment to gather yourself before getting ready for bed. Tomorrow will be interesting, you thought as you closed your eyes.