The days leading up to New Year's Eve were a whirlwind. You found yourself preoccupied in assisting Natasha at her gallery, and whenever you weren't there, you were spending time with Yelena, who was gradually transitioning to live with Dave. After staying over at Natasha and Wanda's place, you phoned Yelena the following day, choosing not to divulge the specifics of your sleeping arrangements. Sharing that intimate experience was out of the question while you were still struggling to unravel your own feelings about it. The memory of waking up between them lingered—how their warmth enveloped you, their skin against yours. It was an unfamiliar sensation, simultaneously terrifying because you yearned to remain in that moment forever, yet also sparking a desire to revel in their presence like a contented cat.
The conflicting emotions only added to your mental turmoil. Having no one you felt comfortable confiding in made the situation worse. Yelena seemed oblivious, and you tried to convince yourself that your growing feelings for her sister were not a glaring warning sign for your friendship. You foresaw no scenario where this could end well, which further discouraged you.
Natasha must have sensed something amiss, giving you space, but you weren't sure if it alleviated the turmoil or added to the anxiety brewing beneath your skin. No matter how hard you attempted to shake off these feelings, there seemed to be no cure. Even a simple glance from Natasha made you feel as though you were set ablaze.
Everything led to a moment where you found yourself seated on the floor of Natasha's spacious office. There was no real need to be there, doing paperwork on the floor, but for some reason, that's exactly what you needed that day. Earlier, a minor panic attack had gripped you while staring at yourself in the mirror, attempting to talk some sense into your chaotic thoughts. But all sense seemed to evaporate the moment your eyes met Natasha's upon entering the gallery. You cursed inwardly as she glided over, practically floating in her 6-inch heels. No amount of internal pep talks could shield you from her captivating smile, and when her eyes crinkled at the corners, you were utterly lost.
You realized the futility of trying to defend your tender heart against Natasha. She had this uncanny ability to turn your heart into a frenzied mess, and oddly enough, you didn't feel remorseful. In that moment, Yelena faded from your thoughts as you succumbed to your desires, letting Natasha's essence, down to the very molecules of her being, conquer you. She might not have been aware of it, but you were certain you appeared as a complete wreck in her presence, perhaps a puddle on the floor waiting to be scooped up.
When she enveloped you in a hug, you savored it, acknowledging your vulnerability. You were willing to admit defeat, realizing you had no defenses against her. It felt as though Natasha only needed to breathe in your direction, and you would crumble.
There, on the floor of Natasha's office, you found a strange sense of grounding. The cold seeped through your tights, oddly aiding your attempts to focus on work. Despite the urge to seek out Natasha like a lovesick puppy, you resisted. You could admit it more openly now—you weren't blind to what was happening within you. Yet, you wished falling for someone wasn't this bewildering, that it didn't feel like losing yourself along the way. The girl you were at the start of the year seemed worlds apart from the person you were now. Pausing your work, you peered into the mirror on the wall. Where once you despised your reflection, now there was a spark there that you appreciated, perhaps a confidence born from the clothes adorning your body—clothes bought with the money earned at Natasha's Gallery.
Clothing had never held much significance for you, but now, running your fingers over the fabric, it seemed different. It was easier to focus on your appearance when you hoped for someone's notice, and for you, it was truly about two people: Natasha and Wanda. You were no longer the girl taunted in school for outdated clothes or the one who struggled with makeup and hairstyles. The younger version of yourself, desperate for your mother's approval, seemed to have found peace.
The tears no longer haunted you at night, not since Natasha and Wanda had comforted that wounded little girl within. Yet, a sense of concern lingered, wondering if your reliance on Natasha and Wanda was morphing into an addiction, a relentless yearning for the next emotional fix. Was it misguided to be so dependent on any human connection? To ache so deeply for a feeling that you'd give up anything just to taste it once more? Do addicts grapple with this irresistible tug? Was this akin to the void your mother sought to fill within herself with each sip from the bottle?
Shaking your head gently, you redirected your focus to the papers, it hurt too much to think. Numbers were comforting; they made sense. Losing yourself in financial reports felt secure, and pleasing Natasha became your singular desire. Time slipped by swiftly, and when the door opened, you swiveled your head to see Kate entering, exchanging smiles as she caught sight of you on the floor.
"You know there are chairs in here, right?" Kate teased, settling down on the couch behind you. You couldn't help but snort in response, a smile breaking across your face.
"Sure, but I've heard a change in position can boost productivity," you quipped.
Kate rolled her eyes playfully, reclining on the couch and shutting her eyes. "Yes, and a marvel for your posture. But perhaps your goal is to end up looking like Quasimodo?" she teased, to which you, being the mature one, stuck your tongue out.
"Whatever, at least I'm almost done," you replied, nibbling on the pen in your hand.
"Thank goodness, I'm starving, and Natasha's breathing down my neck today. She's brilliant, but does that woman ever take a break?" Kate sighed, rubbing her forehead with a groan.
You chuckled softly, you had observed Natasha directing Kate and the others around since day one—the sight wasn't surprising, considering you'd witnessed it before. Interestingly, Natasha didn't seem to be pushing or ordering you around. Instead, it was you who had sought out something to do, practically begging for a task. When Natasha ushered you into her office, she appeared somewhat lost until you gently inquired if there were any filings or bills to handle—skills honed from years of managing your mother's bills. That's how you ended up with the project you'd been working on for the past couple of days.
"Come on, Y/N, I need to be fed, and we both know the only way I'll get a break for food is if you ask," Kate pleaded, her eyes pleading with you.
Setting your pen down and gathering your things, you smiled. "Alright, let's go." Kate bounced up excitedly, pulling you out of Natasha's office with a wide grin.
You had texted Yelena who had joined you and Kate at the restaurant and you were currently listening to them bickering over an article on the hottest man for the year. Unsurprisingly they had very different taste in men and you zoned out after awhile and as you did often lately your mind wandered to the night spent with Natasha and Wanda. You had woken up a few times during the night, perhaps it was the feel of sleeping next to someone or restless dreams haunting your subconscious. Either way it seemed as Wanda was a light sleeper as she would each time sooth you by rubbing your back gently or pull you in close rocking you. At one point Natasha had roused and your heart skipped a beat by simply thinking of the soft smile that had formed on her sleepy face, even in the dark room you had been able see the gentle curve of her lips.
"Come here my little duckling," She had murmured pulling you in to her warm embrace, you had indulged yourself in taking deep breaths of the scent of her skin.
Wanda's legs had brushed against yours causing a shiver to to crawl up your spine in pleasure, it had been so good to feel them so close.
"Our duckling," Wanda had whispered against your neck and a deep and sleepy chuckle had burst from Natasha's lips as she released a tired groan as she shifted you in her arms.
"Yes. Yes, our duckling," Natasha had yawned before her breathing had deepened and Wanda released a pleased hum as she hugged you from behind and a tender kiss was placed on the top of your head.
You had been so engrossed in your trip down memory lane that you had missed completely that the conversation around the table had turned quiet and only when a piece of breadstick hit your cheek did you look over at Kate and Yelena.
"Oh don't mind us. We are just having a splendid lunch here without you, not that you invited me or anything." Yelena drawled as she leaned her head on her hand looking at you through slitted eyes.
"Yes please forgive me for not investing my attention to which celebrity is the hottest," You rolled your eyes trying to be cheeky and you released a breath of relief as Yelena snorted and Kate shoved your shoulder.
The lunch ended on a high note, with Kate enthusiastically discussing the upcoming European artist Natasha had secured for a showcase. Her excitement was palpable, and even as she praised Natasha, her words had a contagious effect, bringing a smile to your face. Kate's admiration for Natasha contrasted sharply with your own feelings, making you self-conscious about your undeniable infatuation.
"By the way," Yelena interjected, her voice betraying a hint of unease, capturing your attention completely. "Dave got a last-minute invite from his cousin to spend New Year's in Aspen."
Yelena tore at a napkin, her actions mirroring the sinking feeling in your chest. Plans you'd made for New Year's Eve now seemed uncertain, with Yelena torn between Dave and your arrangement. You felt a pang of jealousy and hurt, though you knew your feelings for her sister were even more complicated.
"I know we had plans, but he's already bought the tickets," Yelena rushed to explain, hoping for a response from you, silently asking you to let her go.
"Alright," you replied casually, forcing a smile but by the look on Yelena's face you were failing miserably from sounding casual. "When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning," she said, visibly pained by your reaction. "I could cancel, though. I don't want to bail on our plans and be that girl who follows her guy around everywhere."
Her conflicted expression mirrored the torn napkin shreds now scattered on the table. You genuinely wished happiness for Yelena, understanding her desire to commit to her relationship with Dave. You didn't want to hold her back from what she truly wanted.
"It's fine," you assured her, masking your disappointment about spending New Year's alone. "Aspen's a great opportunity. I'll find something else to do."
"Are you sure?" Yelena asked, a smile forming on her lips, relieved by your understanding.
"Absolutely. But I do expect pictures and souvenirs," you teased lightly, trying to bring back her radiant smile.
"You're greedy," Yelena chuckled, throwing her straw at you playfully.
"You could come to the party I'm attending," Kate cut in, offering an alternative, and you hesitated, not wanting to feel like a burden.
"I don't know, do you think I would be welcomed?" you questioned uncertainly, feeling touched by her invitation.
"Yeah, it'll be fun!" Kate insisted with a grin.
With some teasing from both Kate and Yelena, you agreed to join Kate at her party, the sadness of Yelena canceling plans fading away.
The next day, Yelena departed for Aspen, leaving you and Kate once again at Natasha's Gallery, bustling with activity on the eve of New Year's. As you both sifted through paperwork, the distinct sound of Natasha's heels echoed through the office, drawing your attention. She strode in, her elegance radiating from every step, clad in a commanding black power suit with a glimpse of a shimmering night blue top peeking from underneath her jacket. The accessories – from the thick bracelet to the adorned rings – complemented her ensemble flawlessly. Her hair, elegantly curled, cascaded over her shoulders, catching the light in a way that highlighted the red hues beneath, leaving you momentarily entranced.
A soft sigh escaped your lips, prompting Natasha's trademark captivating smile, a sight that never failed to mesmerize you.
"I like seeing you in my chair," Natasha remarked in a low tone as she halted before her desk.
You couldn't help but feel bashful, realizing you had taken her seat without intending to. Hastily, you began to gather your papers, ready to vacate the space.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken this seat. I can move," you stammered, rising from the chair and moved away.
"Don't worry, little duckling," Natasha chuckled, circling around the table. She settled into the chair and gently pulled you onto her lap. "Show me what you've been working on," she whispered behind you, and your heart raced as you spread out the papers on the desk.
Basking in Natasha's proximity, you reveled in the opportunity to be so close to her. Her warm breath against your shoulder heightened your senses as she perused the documents. With each nod of approval or a subtle squeeze on your hip, you felt a surge of pride at her silent praises whenever you caught and rectified errors in the month's expense report.
"Yelena called me this morning, mentioning she left for Aspen with Dave," Natasha disclosed when the task was complete. You turned, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Yes, she mentioned yesterday that his cousin had invited them, and Dave had already bought the tickets for both of them," you replied, attempting to appear unaffected. Natasha's gentle rub on your side offered comfort in response.
"Didn't you have plans together?" Natasha asked, a faint frown creasing her brow as she observed you.
"It's alright, I understand she wants to be with Dave. Aspen's quite the draw. I might just catch up with Kate tonight," you replied nonchalantly.
"I see. Spending the evening with Kate sounds nice," Natasha remarked lightly before giving your side another gentle squeeze. "Or you could join me and Wanda. We're celebrating the New Year at Peppers. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you came along."
Your heart quickened at the prospect of ringing in the New Year with Natasha and Wanda. Even though you had agreed to meet Kate, the mere thought of spending time with Natasha overshadowed everything else. Being around her, sharing moments—it felt like a privilege you didn't want to miss.
"I'd love to," you breathed out, a rush of excitement tinting your cheeks as you looked at her. She looked stunning, her wide smile lighting up her face, showcasing her perfect white teeth against her full lips. She was breathtaking.
As you arrived home you spent it in a whirlwind of preparation. You rifled through your wardrobe desperately, searching for something suitable to wear. Frustration nearly brought you to tears as you couldn't find anything that felt right. You wanted Natasha and Wanda to be impressed by your attire; you didn't want to risk any embarrassment by showing up in your everyday clothes. The three dresses you owned had already made appearances among their circle, and you didn't want to repeat an outfit they were familiar with.
Kate took your change of plans in stride, thrilled to hear about your opportunity to spend New Year's Eve in a penthouse in central Manhattan. Her excitement seemed to surpass yours, and watching her infectious energy, you felt a longing to be as open with your emotions as she was. When Kate grabbed your hand, you allowed her to whirl you around, releasing the tight grip of control and fear of judgment. In that moment, something clicked. Laughter bubbled out of you uncontrollably, reminiscent of the carefree joy of childhood days spent in Yelena's backyard.
After your laughter subsided, Kate generously offered one of her dresses—a classy yet daring black number that dipped low at the back, with delicate straps across your shoulders, showcasing your collarbones while maintaining modesty in the front. The dress flowed gracefully down to just above your knees. She even lent you a pair of heels to complement the outfit, and together, you styled your hair in loose curls resembling those Natasha had worn the day before, cascading like a waterfall over your shoulders.
Taking a deep breath, you examined your reflection in the mirror. Kate beamed behind you, and a genuine smile tugged at your lips. For the first time, you genuinely liked what you saw. Kate's fussing over your appearance boosted your confidence, and as she declared you ready, both of you erupted into laughter.
"You'll have a line of guys waiting to kiss you at midnight for sure," Kate grinned, slipping some gloss into your purse.
"Sure, but have you seen Natasha and Wanda's friends? I stand no chance against those women," you joked, attempting to mask any discomfort.
"And now you're one of them. Don't underestimate yourself. You look amazing," Kate encouraged, gently shaking your shoulders.
You offered a shy smile in response, about to disagree when a knock echoed at the door. Both you and Kate exchanged glances, then turned your attention to the door.
"Did you expect someone?" Kate asked, noticing the knock at the door, and when you shook your head, she moved to answer it.
Unexpectedly, Natasha stood outside your dorm, an ethereal vision in a silver chiffon dress adorned with sparkling stones across her chest. Her styled curls framed her face, and her daring red lips made her stand out vividly in the dorm corridor. Passersby couldn't help but stop and stare at the stunning sight she presented.
"Kate," Natasha greeted, nodding at her, while Kate waved awkwardly and stepped aside. When Natasha's gaze met yours, your breath hitched, struggling to compose yourself in her presence.
"Look at you, Y/N, you're radiant," Natasha remarked in her low, mesmerizing voice, extending her hand towards you.
You moved towards her instinctively, almost as if she had a magnetic pull on you.
"Nat," you breathed as she leaned in to lightly kiss your cheek, leaving you momentarily stunned. "Your dress is beautiful," you managed to stammer out as she released you.
"Oh, this old thing," Natasha quipped, striking a pose with a playful wink.
"I swear that dress was on the runway just a week ago," Kate murmured in awe from behind you.
Natasha shot Kate a sly grin. "Is that so?" she teased, tossing her hair back, capturing your attention once more.
"Come now, duckling, your chariot awaits," Natasha declared dramatically, extending her arm for you to link yours with hers, your palm resting against her arm.
"Bye," you whispered to Kate as Natasha led you away, Kate's laughter trailing behind as she closed the door.
There was no horse-drawn carriage waiting outside as Natasha had teased, but her laughter filled the air when you playfully pouted upon seeing the black town car. Wanda awaited inside, stunning in a red lace dress that left little to the imagination with its sheer fabric. Yet, it maintained a sense of modesty around the bust and waist, accentuating Wanda's radiant presence. Her hair flowed freely, and her makeup, while light, sported daring red lips, mirroring Natasha's style. When she spotted you, she beckoned you closer with a curl of her finger, evoking a rush of surprise.
"My dear, look at you," Wanda softly exclaimed as she drew you into the car. Her touch grazed your bare back, causing a shiver to run down your spine. When your eyes met hers in the dimly lit car, they held a captivating intensity. "What a pleasant surprise," she murmured, her fingers tracing lightly across your bare back before pulling you snugly against her side.
"Hey, Wanda," you greeted quietly, grateful for the dimness concealing the flush in your cheeks.
"Hey, my sweet girl. I've missed you," Wanda replied warmly, planting a gentle kiss on the side of your head.
"I've missed you too," you breathed out, finding comfort in the softness of Wanda's embrace.
The car ride was a blend of emotions. Natasha seemed engrossed in a call, engaging in what sounded like an argument, while Wanda focused her attention on you. She gently caressed your side, inquiring about your time at Natasha's Gallery and creating a soothing atmosphere amidst the otherwise tense ambiance.
As the car came to a stop at Pepper's building entrance, you all made your way inside. The elevator ride up to Pepper's penthouse seemed to stretch endlessly. During this time, Wanda busied herself arranging your curls, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, while Natasha concluded her call and leaned casually against the elevator wall, observing you and Wanda. Curiosity about her thoughts led you to steal frequent glances in her direction.
"What?" you finally mustered the courage to ask, noticing Natasha's lingering gaze and the subtle smile playing on her lips.
She hummed contentedly, and you saw Wanda glance over at Natasha, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Just relishing the sight of my favorite girls," Natasha remarked with a playful grin.
"Is that so?" Wanda chuckled, drawing you closer in an embrace, her eyes fixed on Natasha. "Tell me more, my love."
You glanced at Wanda, surprised by the almost daring tone in her demand, before shifting your gaze back to Natasha, who had locked eyes with Wanda. The silent exchange between the two women left you wondering about the unspoken conversation passing between them.
As you attempted to comprehend the growing tension between these two women whom you deeply cared for, Wanda's unexpected touch caught you off guard. Her slender fingers delicately cradled your face, tilting it gently as she drew nearer. A soft gasp escaped you as her tender lips brushed against yours with such tenderness that your heart raced wildly beneath your ribcage. When she pulled back, locking eyes with you, an intense desire surged within you, silently urging her to continue. You moistened your lips instinctively, yearning for more of her kiss and you couldn't help but grasp at her dress as a desperate plea escaped your lips.
"Please."
Wanda's eyes fluttered in response to your words, and without further delay, her lips met yours in a tender kiss. Her kiss was a revelation—soft, deliberate, each movement a symphony of longing. Your senses spun with the rush of adrenaline, drowning in the sensation of her lips, the warmth they carried, and the urgency they conveyed.
As her thumb traced beneath your eyes, a tender gesture that spoke volumes, you surrendered, feeling weightless in the allure of her presence. Her lips, both soft and fervent, left a sweet taste, a tantalizing mix that lingered with each languid flick of her tongue against your lips.
When she eased away, the air between you held a charged stillness. Wanda's heavy breaths brushed against your lips, her soft voice, barely audible, broke the spell. "Are you okay, my sweet girl?" Her dark eyes held yours as you smiled dreamily, your heart affirming a resounding yes.
