You couldn't help but bask in the intimate moment with Wanda; your heart was erratic, sending delightful tingles to your stomach, settling in your core. You couldn't help but want to be closer to her again, so you leaned in fixating your eyes on her lips desiring nothing more than to feel them against yours once more. The taste of her lingered on your lips, and you couldn't help but lick them, simply trying to savor it.
"Darling, I need your answer," husked Wanda, her heavy gaze communicating volumes about the emotions stirred by your proximity.
You wanted to throw yourself into her arms, drown in everything that she is, feel her warm body against you again, feel her soft fingers hold your face so securely and carefully as her mouth devoured you.
Wanda grasped your chin, tilting your head back, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You loved it when she touched you, and you wanted more. You didn't want to think; you didn't want to talk; all you wanted was for her to take control. The desire to surrender to her will, to her desires, sent a current traveling through your body, settling in your core, and you clenched your legs as a gasp burst from your lips.
"Wanda—"
Your eyes shot open at the sound of Natasha's voice. Whatever spell you were under was broken, and you stumbled back, trying to calm your erratic heart. Natasha was still leaning against the wall of the elevator, and while her voice carried a warning, she didn't look upset, but you couldn't place her expression either. As Wanda moved closer, Natasha pushed herself from the wall. You couldn't help but glance at her with a pang of fear, questioning whether you had somehow ruined everything.
Unable to halt the tears welling in your eyes, you focused on the floor, willing them not to spill.
"Swee—"
Wanda's words were interrupted by the elevator's arrival at Peppers floor. Wanda's hand gripped your arm as the doors opened, revealing a bustling scene—voices, laughter, and music filled the once quiet space. Natasha edged closer, but before either woman could speak, Pepper walked up, with a radiant smile. She was dressed impeccably in a sleek suit with her blonde hair in a high ponytail together with strikingly dark makeup that added a hint of danger to her elegance.
Though always stunning, tonight Pepper seemed almost formidable in her appearance, arms open in greeting as she approached, welcoming you to her home.
"Welcome, everyone!" Pepper's voice served as a soothing balm amidst the tension in the elevator, her eyes twinkling as she glanced around, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere. "Oh, my goodness, you all look stunning!"
You found a momentary relief in Pepper's warm greeting. She embraced each of you, exchanging lavish air kisses with Wanda and Natasha.
"Thank you for inviting us, Pepper," Wanda greeted with a radiant smile, maintaining her composure with seamless grace despite the recent intimate moment.
Natasha responded to Pepper's enthusiastic welcome with a smirk, her eyes reflecting amusement. "Always a pleasure, Pepper."
You silently exhaled, unexpectedly grateful for Natasha's composed greeting. Her demeanor seemed unperturbed, almost as though the earlier incident was of no consequence.
As Pepper led the way inside, she directed her attention toward you. "Darling, you look absolutely breathtaking! That dress suits you perfectly," she murmured, pulling you closer, despite feeling Wanda's attempt to maintain contact slipping away.
"Thank you, Pepper," you replied, slightly taken aback by the praise but appreciative of the distraction.
Pepper's warmth and enthusiasm effectively shifted the atmosphere, diffusing the tension that lingered moments before. With her guiding the evening, the penthouse filled with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as the party unfolded.
Throughout the night, you couldn't resist stealing glances at Natasha, hoping for a glimpse of her thoughts. Surprisingly, she appeared at ease, effortlessly engaging in conversations, her demeanor casual and relaxed. It puzzled you how unfazed she seemed by the unexpected intimacy between you and Wanda.
Conflicted emotions swirled within you. Uncertain whether to feel upset or relieved by Natasha's apparent nonchalance towards the kiss, you felt as though your world had shifted slightly. Pepper seemed content to keep you close showing you around her home, but you sensed Wanda's growing irritation as she approached. Meeting her gaze with a timid smile, you felt embarrassed by how quickly your eyes fell to her beautiful lips. Only when her lips curved into a sensual smile did you manage to flicker your gaze up to meet hers, which sparkled with amusement. Clearing your throat, you looked away, attempting to appear casual when nothing about the situation felt remotely ordinary.
Wanda drew you in closer, separating you from Pepper. The blonde woman's frown shifted to a sheepish expression as she met Wanda's cold gaze.
"I see you like to steal away my sweet girl here," Wanda murmured in a low voice, causing Pepper to straighten slightly. Despite Wanda's heels, Pepper still had a few inches on her, but the tension was palpable as Pepper clenched her jaw.
"Oh, please, Wanda, don't be so possessive. I simply wanted to show Y/N around a bit," Pepper retorted casually, offering you a small wink.
"How delightful," Wanda drawled, pulling you in closer, intensifying the rapid beating of your heart at the proximity.
"Correct me if I'm wrong here, Wanda dear, but last time I checked, Y/N is unspoken for," Pepper stated as she took a step closer, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. Wanda's fingers curled against your side, almost bristling as Pepper's gaze fixed upon you. "Or what do you say, darling, are you spoken for?"
You sucked in a breath, meeting Pepper's gaze. In another life, where Natasha and Wanda didn't exist, you might have been thrilled to have someone like Pepper interested in you. If you had any doubts about your sexuality before, this moment solidified your interest in women. Yet, amid the confusion between you, Natasha, and Wanda, you couldn't risk leading someone on and potentially causing hurt.
"Pepper, I... I'm not spoken for, but my heart belongs to someone. Even if I'm not entirely sure of my feelings, in a way, it makes me spoken for," you stuttered, attempting to compose yourself. "But what do I know? I'm confused most of the time."
Your awkward chuckle only heightened your embarrassment at the clumsy explanation. But Pepper's eyes softened as she looked down at you.
"Whoever managed to capture your heart is one lucky person," Pepper said kindly, gently caressing your cheek.
With a nod to Wanda and a sad smile directed your way, Pepper excused herself and vanished into the crowd. You released a heavy sigh, leaning into Wanda for support.
"Are you okay?" Wanda asked softly, her voice gentle against your hair as she caressed your arm with her thumb.
"I don't know, honestly, I have no idea," you sighed, rubbing your temple in an attempt to ease some of the tension.
Wanda guided your face towards hers again, and you complied. You always let her guide you; surrendering to her desires felt comforting, safe.
"Y/N, I fear I took advantage of you earlier. I should have asked before I kissed you. Will you forgive me?" Wanda whispered, her brows furrowing with concern and worry as her eyes flickered between yours.
"No, god no. Don't think for a second I didn't want it," you rushed out, recoiling slightly as you noticed people looking at you. Lowering your voice, you continued, "You have no idea how many times I've wondered what it would feel like to kiss you." Your thoughts turned to Natasha, but voicing your concerns about her and the fear of losing her felt daunting.
"Come with me, my dear," Wanda coaxed you gently while taking your hand and leading you through the crowd.
Anticipating a conversation with Natasha, you were surprised when Wanda ushered you into a room, closing the door behind you. Nestling you against her chest, Wanda whispered, "Tell me you want it," against your lips, and you found yourself leaning closer, all worries and thoughts of Natasha fading in the intoxicating scent of Wanda.
"Yes, I want it," you answered eagerly, sounding breathless. Wanda always had this effect on you.
Her lips enveloped yours instantly, prompting an indignant squeak from you. Wanda chuckled huskily in response, continuing to kiss you fervently. Being kissed by Wanda ignited a fire within you, heat spreading from your chest all the way down to your core. You clung to Wanda, letting her guide you, attempting to follow her lead. When Wanda hummed appreciatively as you sucked on her lower lip, a desire to meld into her surged within you.
Only when the need for air became overwhelming did you part, leaning back to gasp for air, relishing the warmth and care Wanda offered. A sound escaped your throat as Wanda's lips traveled down your neck, her gentle fingers caressing your sides, evoking a wave of emotion.
"You have to forgive me, little one," Wanda groaned against your neck, her wet tongue tracing your heated skin, causing your breath to hitch. "Natasha have always been better at patience and control in these type of situations, but I'm tired of waiting, not when you offer yourself up. So purely, so innocently," she crooned against your skin.
"Natasha," you gasped out, guilt flooding your consciousness.
"Don't worry, my sweet girl. Nat wants this, trust me," Wanda said passionately, kissing you before whispering against your lips, "she's my everything, my best friend, my life partner, the woman I married. She took care of me when I was at my lowest, lifted me up when I couldn't do it myself, ultimately we take care of each other. You see, she rarely asks for anything, but you, my dear, are what my wife desires. She was never good at hiding her feelings from me, and I can't blame her for wanting you. I desire you as desperately as she does, but she struggles with admitting her feelings. Do you see, my sweet girl? It's up to me to make sure we get what we desire."
You closed your eyes, allowing Wanda's words to sink in. Natasha wants you, desires you, just as much as you desire her.
"I need... I want..." You stuttered, struggling to articulate your thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say, but Wanda's lips on your skin and her warm presence pressed against you made it difficult to form coherent words. Kissing Wanda had become your favorite thing in the world, and you clung to her, already addicted to the sensation.
"We need to stop," Wanda murmured between kisses, but you couldn't bear to part from her just yet. Her lips had become an addiction, and the overwhelming desire pulsating in your chest made you unable to remember wanting something so fervently.
You felt almost overwhelmed with emotion as Wanda cupped your face gently, her thumbs tracing your cheekbones as she caressed your lips with hers.
"Trust me when I say I don't want to stop kissing you. But if we continue, I won't be able to stop," Wanda breathed heavily against your lips, stepping back slightly. Gently sweeping her fingers under your lip, her eyes, heavy and dark, wandered across your face. You wondered how you must look to her, hoping you were as beautiful as she was. Her swollen, wet lips, and the way she licked them made you shiver as you followed the motion of her pink tongue.
"Is this what you want? To be with us?" Wanda asked, and you gazed up at her, feeling dazed.
"More than anything else in this world," you whispered with reverence. There was no shame in the desperation of your words, nor in allowing that little girl within for being wanted to bask in the moment. You yearned to cry, to hold onto Wanda, to linger in the sanctuary of this room where Wanda belonged to you.
As Wanda backed away towards the door, you instinctively followed, and she chuckled softly before pulling you close again. "Good, now come with me, be my good girl," she murmured against your hair, opening the door to the sounds of other guests.
You tried to compose yourself as you rejoined the party, finding a brief moment to gather your thoughts as a man approached and greeted Wanda.
Your mind raced with everything that had transpired, the tension behind your eyes escalating. The room felt warm and stuffy, the walls seemingly closing in on you.
"Are you okay?" Wanda whispered.
"I need to get some air. I'll be back," you replied quietly.
"Just give me a minute, and I'll join you," Wanda said, concern etching her features.
"No, it's fine. I just need a moment," you offered a small smile, squeezing her hand before slipping away into the crowd.
Finding the doors leading to a lavish terrace, you stepped outside without considering the cold. The abrupt chill made you shiver as you moved closer to the edge. However, the cold air helped cool down your heated skin, momentarily soothing the mounting headache as your body focused on conserving warmth.
As you approached the railing, the breathtaking view of Central Park and the city's lights stole your breath. Leaning against the railing, you found a fleeting moment of calm to relish in the emotions Wanda's confession stirred within you. You wanted to set aside the worry of potential complications, the exhausting list of what-ifs. All you craved was to soak in the feelings Wanda had awakened—wonderful, addictive, and transformative. Gazing at the clear sky, you marveled at the intoxicating sensation she had ignited in you. The idea of doing anything else besides kissing the person who made you feel as alive as Wanda did seemed unimaginable. How would you ever function now that you knew the feeling of her warm lips meeting yours?
"I've been looking for you," Natasha's raspy voice cut through your reverie as she approached, draping a blanket around your shoulders.
"Thank you," you murmured quietly, offering a small smile before turning your attention back to the view. You wished you didn't feel so awkward, unsure of what to say or do. This unfamiliar situation stirred an unfamiliar flurry of emotions that raced through your heart. The fear of Natasha's rejection was overwhelming; the mere thought felt like a dagger through your chest.
"Can't have you getting sick," Natasha spoke softly as she adjusted your hair, letting it fall down your shoulders. You sensed her proximity, and you instinctively melted into her embrace as she enveloped you from behind, resting her head against the side of yours.
"We need to talk," Natasha said carefully, and you held your breath, nodding in response as she continued in a low voice, "I need to make sure you're okay after what happened in the elevator. If Wanda overstepped in any way, or if her kiss was unwanted, you need to tell me."
You turned your head to meet her eyes, frowning in confusion. Didn't she see that you had desired it, practically begged for it in that elevator?
"I wanted it. I regret not a single moment from the instant her lips met mine," you replied, trying to convey your seriousness, "I was only worried about how you'd react. I don't want to lose any of you for my actions."
As you spoke, Natasha gazed at you, but as soon as you finished, her focus shifted to the skyline. Her lips formed a frown, her eyes seemingly distant. Despite trying not to squirm in her embrace, the fear of her rejection churned your stomach like acid.
"I envied her from the moment she kissed you, and I hate myself for it," Natasha finally confessed, her voice strained. She closed her eyes, and you longed to ease the creases that marred her forehead, pained to witness her distress.
"Why?" You dared to ask, breaking the heavy silence.
Natasha swallowed hard, closing her eyes, her features tense. You wished you could erase the lines of worry etched across her face, despising seeing her in such turmoil.
"Y/N, I need you to understand how morally wrong this is; I watched you grow up, for god's sake," Natasha groaned, her head falling back against the side of yours as her arms tightened around your stomach. "But you arrived at my doorstep, not as the child I remembered, but as this grown-up young woman... And you were beautiful. Not only beautiful, you had transformed into something I'm incapable of describing in words. However much I try, I can't find the perfect word to capture you... Perhaps you're like art, because I see you in all the colors, and no matter how hard I try, I can't find a single piece more beautiful than you," Natasha said slowly, spreading her fingers across your stomach as if trying to hold onto you, fearing you might vanish.
"Nat," you half-sobbed as emotions overwhelmed you.
"I shouldn't want you. I know it's wrong, and Yelena will never forgive me. But I can't deny what I feel, what my wife feels," Natasha admitted deeply, her lips resting against your hair, her warm breaths feeling heavenly against your scalp.
"I want you, more than air, more than anything. I want you," you managed to force out in a hurried whisper, fearing she might retract her feelings if you didn't speak them aloud.
You turned to face her, gazing up at her beautiful eyes, their depth accentuated by the dimness of the terrace. She appeared like a goddess in her white/silver dress, almost making you want to kneel in worship of the ground she walked on. The feeling around her was akin to reverence; you'd desired her for so long, and here she was, desiring you back. Your throat tightened as you reached up, caressing her cheek. It didn't matter that you were freezing or that your hands trembled. In that moment, everything centered around Natasha.
"I want to kiss you, but I'm not sure if I'm very good at it," you confessed, trembling slightly in front of the older woman you had longed for.
"Judging by the dazed look on my wife's face, I'd say you have nothing to worry about," Natasha said softly as she gently caressed your face with her fingertips. She leaned in, whispering against your lips, "Let me."
Natasha leaned closer, and as her soft lips met yours, you couldn't resist closing your eyes. You felt engulfed by everything that was Natasha—the taste of her lips and the fragrance of her skin.
It felt like coming home, as if kissing Natasha was where you belonged. Perhaps it was always meant to happen this way. You had yearned for this moment for so long, and as you felt her lips move against yours, her strong arms drawing you closer, you surrendered. She was there—strong, kind, and breathtakingly beautiful.
You welcomed Natasha's control over the kiss, your heart skipping a beat as she groaned, delicately tracing your neck as the kiss deepened. Her tongue glided across your lips, seeking entry, and you willingly parted them, allowing her access. The sensation of her tongue, smooth and soft, exploring yours, awakened your body. As she tenderly massaged your tongue, the need to be closer to her intensified. Natasha shifted you around, and suddenly, you found yourself perched on a patio table. Running her fingers through your hair, she gently pulled it back, diving back into the kiss with such fervor that you struggled to catch your breath.
When you finally broke away, you gazed at her in awe. Natasha hadn't just kissed you; she had conquered you. Yet, calling it conquest felt wrong. You had loved her for too long, belonged to her since the moment you met her. It was just something you hadn't fully understood until now.
"Happy New Year, my little duckling," Natasha whispered against your lips before leaning in once more, kissing you with unrestrained passion, and you were swept away into a world bursting with vibrant colors.