A tickling sensation beckoned you back to consciousness. You had always loved the moment between sleep and wakefulness, where your brain wasn't fully aware and everything remained calm—no thoughts, no feelings. Stretching out, you felt your muscles tense and release, unable to suppress a pleasurable groan. It was heavenly.
Together with the awareness, memories flooded in like a slide show—wet lips, the softness of skin beneath your fingertips, the lingering taste of being consumed in a way you never imagined possible.
A slender arm curled around your body, sliding atop your shirt, settling between your breasts. Carefully opening your eyes, your breath stuttered as you watched Natasha's slender fingers spread across your sternum. Sensing her closeness as she molded herself against your back, excitement fluttered in your stomach, her body heat feeling like pure bliss through your shirt.
"Go back to sleep," Natasha sighed, her voice heavy with sleep, yet content, while her shapely legs sliding against yours.
"I can't," you whispered, tracing her elegant fingers that occasionally twitched, bringing a smile to your face.
Thoughts of the terrace flooded your mind each time you closed your eyes. The vivid memory of Natasha's lips against yours, awakening sensations you hadn't thought possible, played on repeat.
"It's too early, now go back to sleep" Natasha rasped, nuzzling her face into your hair as she spooned you.
Startled from your reverie, you covered her hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing the tips of her fingers.
"Mmm that's nice," Natasha hummed deeply.
Ignoring her, you turned around and were met with Natasha's disheveled hair. She buried her face further into the pillow, emitting a displeased sound, and you couldn't help but giggle softly. Despite your fears of potential awkwardness after the previous night's events, seeing Natasha so relaxed and sleepy filled your chest with emotions.
"Wanda, your duckling is awake," Natasha yawned, pulling you in closer, and you didn't resist melting against her soft body.
A deep hum was heard from behind Natasha as the bed dipped, signifying Wanda moving around.
When you looked up, you met Wanda's tired eyes as she leaned over Natasha to look at you.
You offered a bashful smile, wiggling against Natasha, who hushed you by covering your mouth. Her fingers felt unexpectedly soft against your lips, causing you to press against her hand involuntarily.
"So she's mine when she's up early, huh?" Wanda husked as she nudged Natasha, who grumbled against your hair. "You'll regret saying that," Wanda continued, clearly amused.
Natasha responded with a grunt, and soon her breathing became heavy. You couldn't help but take in the messiness of Natasha when she was asleep. It was endearing to witness a side of a woman you admired for her sophistication, maturity, beauty, and power. Asleep, she seemed almost younger, her mouth slightly open with drool pooling on the side of her lip, emitting small snores occasionally. She was messy in all the right ways, and you were pleasantly surprised to find more ways to fall in love with this wonderful woman.
Your gaze shifted to Wanda, who had sat up by this point, pushing her hair back as she slid off the bed gracefully. She grabbed a long silk robe, and despite attempting to steal a glance at her barely covered bare long legs in a night blue silk slip, it became evident that she caught you staring when your eyes met hers. Quickly, you hid your face against Natasha, who released a puff of air before settling in and pulling you closer.
You could hear Wanda's soft footsteps as she walked over to the bathroom. Trying to stay still not to disturb Natasha, she was so close, and all you could think about was kissing her again. You wanted it desperately, needed it. Your eyes traced her lips, and even with the drooling, you couldn't help but crave those lips on yours again, just to confirm that last night hadn't been a dream. You wished for her to wake up and confirm that everything she had said last night was true, and then kiss you again.
It was hard to remain still when you were so close to her. The temptation to lean in and kiss her softly was so strong, but uncertainty held you back. You weren't sure if it was allowed, and the thought of being rejected by her mortified you. Instead, you found solace in playing with the ends of her hair lying between the two of you. The strands were incredibly soft against your fingers, and being in their bed felt almost surreal. They had allowed you to be this close again, and the desire for them weighed heavily on your chest. As you gazed at her relaxed face, you traced every line, counted every lash, trying to etch this moment into your memory, fearing it might slip away in an instant.
The sound of the door opening went unnoticed, so when the bed dipped behind you and Wanda sat down, it caught you off guard. She had donned her robe and was now leaning against the headboard, offering you a soft, inviting smile. In response, you offered her a small one.
"How are you feeling today?" she whispered, reaching out to caress your face with her knuckle. Her warm touch on your cheek dissolved your worries, filling you with warmth.
"I feel happy, but I'm also a bit confused and uncertain if what I think happened last night actually happened," you admitted truthfully, trying hard to maintain eye contact.
"My sweet girl, I'm not surprised you feel overwhelmed. At this stage in my life, I would have expected myself to be mature enough not to rush or lose control as I did last night," Wanda sighed, her eyes gentle as she rubbed her thumb against your cheek. "But everything that happened last night happened because we like you very much. However, it wasn't how it was supposed to happen, and for that, I'm sorry. I had plans on how to sweep you off your feet, but my actions were selfish and impatient."
Wanda shook her head, turning her gaze towards the window, her eyes distant. You leaned into her hand, seeking comfort.
"I wanted it," you murmured.
Wanda chuckled softly, her eyes shifting back to you as her thumb caressed down over your lips, releasing a soft sigh.
"Ah, you did, didn't you?" She chuckled, her eyes crinkling slightly in amusement, causing your breath to catch at her beauty. "But I rushed in before we even had a chance to court you properly. I acted like a lovestruck teenager without restraint," she continued, her smile fading into a frown.
You sucked in your lips to avoid laughing out loud at her statement. Combined with her pout, she was absolutely adorable.
"So, you wanted to take me out on dates?" you sniggered, and Wanda shot you a warning glance, causing you to bite your lip.
"Well, yes, of course. You deserve to be treated right, and we should have introduced you to this gradually. Our situation is rather unorthodox, and to be fair, sweetheart, you're significantly younger than me and Natasha. I was in the wrong when I kissed you like that, and by doing so, I could have ruined everything," Wanda sighed. Your smile faltered as you looked at her, feeling hurt, but she cooed at you softly, "No, no, my sweet girl, please forgive my wording. I don't regret kissing you, and I'm certain Natasha doesn't regret it either. It's more about the way I did it, but please understand that I'm not without flaws."
She shifted down so that you were laying face to face, and you tried to sort out your thoughts, attempting to empathize with Wanda. However, all you wanted was for her to kiss you again. You didn't need to be courted, as she mentioned, or be taken out on dates. None of that mattered; all you desired was to feel what they made you feel last night.
"I don't need any of that," you whispered. When Wanda furrowed her brows, you averted your eyes and nervously licked your lips before continuing, "I don't need you to take me out on dates or handle me like I'm about to break. And honestly, last night, you made me feel alive in a way I have never felt in my life."
Wanda's expression softened as you met her eyes, the tip of her pinky traced a line between your brows so gently that it nearly brought tears to your eyes. You longed to curl into her, yearning for her to rock you gently and kiss away all your worries. It all circled back to the desire to feel her lips against yours again.
Natasha grumbled behind you once more before you felt her roll over to spoon you, curling around you, feeling her warm breath against the back of your neck. Wanda's smile widened as Natasha's arm snaked around, her hand grabbing your breast, causing you to release a small squeak.
"Nat, my love, how about you stop groping my little duckling so I can bring her down to the kitchen?" Wanda purred, causing you to blush even harder. You felt Natasha momentarily stiffen behind you before relaxing again.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Natasha mumbled as she removed her hand from your breast, opting to gently squeeze your stomach instead.
"It's okay," you whispered, smiling as you buried your face in the pillow, leaning back against Natasha's warmth.
The older woman hummed deeply, sliding her leg between yours and taking a deep breath.
"Come on now, let Nat sleep some more, and you look like you need some food in your stomach," Wanda said gently, offering her hand and pulling you as she got off the bed. Natasha's fingers trailed against your body as she sought your warmth, huffing with annoyance when you left the bed.
"Wanda, so help me God, give me back my snuggle duck, or I'll make you pay," Natasha grumbled, pulling the covers up to her cheek and curling into a ball to conserve heat.
"I'm shaking in fear," Wanda snarked, pulling you across the room. "But let's not forget who asked me to take care of my duckling, you told me she was mine and I take that seriously. Since you chose sleep over her, your threat is weak at best," Wanda sniffed, and Natasha cursed under her breath as Wanda dragged you out of the room with an evil laugh. You couldn't help but giggle while looking back at Natasha, who was flicking Wanda off.
In the kitchen, Wanda was a whirlwind of motion, bringing out all the ingredients, and you tried to keep up with her energy.
Observing Wanda in this setting was wonderful; clad in her long silk robe that swished with every movement, she appeared as though she were plucked from an old black-and-white movie. Humming while whisking the eggs, she worked with a grace that mesmerized you. Momentarily forgetting the fruits you were washing, you found yourself stealing glances at her breasts, which bounced with each motion of her arm. As Wanda picked up speed, her breasts swayed, leaving you feeling parched as if your mouth were the Sahara desert. You swallowed thickly, finally managing to refocus on your task. Scolding yourself for objectifying Wanda in such a way, you felt no better than a drooling boy with the way you had ogled her ample bosom.
After that moment, you made a conscious effort to avert your eyes from Wanda's chest. Occasionally closing your eyes, you relished the sound of Wanda's soft singing as she stirred the eggs on the stove. She truly had a lovely voice. Though you wanted to compliment her, you feared she might stop if you said anything, so you simply cherished the moment that Wanda felt comfortable enough to share this part of herself with you.
You weren't much help in the kitchen as you cut the fruit into pieces slowly. It was challenging to concentrate when your mind raced. You wished to articulate significant or intelligent thoughts, but it seemed as though being truly kissed for the first time had scrambled your brain. Everything else appeared to lose importance; right now, there was nothing more significant than being kissed again by these beautiful women, hearing them say all they wanted was you. It felt shameful how much you craved Wanda's doting attention. You pondered what you could do to gain her focus.
"Looking good, Sweetheart," Wanda said as she sidled up next to you and plucked a blueberry from the bowl, bringing it to her lips.
You couldn't help but stare as it slipped through her luscious lips, and you were brought back to the night before, remembering the feeling of slipping your tongue inside her wet and inviting mouth. Kissing had never appealed to you before, and the idea of tongues entering your mouth or vice versa had never been desirable. Yet here you were, wanting nothing more than to be that plump blueberry slipping between her lips, entering the warmth of her mouth.
Another blueberry entered your vision, and you had completely missed when Wanda had gathered one from the bowl while you were busy daydreaming of being a blueberry yourself.
"Do you want one?" Wanda asked with a teasing tilt of her mouth. You nodded quickly, melting at the way Wanda's eyes crinkled and her smirk turned into a pleased little smile.
"Open for me," Wanda softly commanded, stepping closer. You instantly complied, opening your mouth for her.
"That's my girl," she breathed, carefully slipping her fingers inside your mouth, releasing the juicy blueberry onto your tongue. Her fingers brushed softly across your tongue as she withdrew.
"Close your mouth."
Following her command, you closed your mouth, crushing the berry between your teeth. The juices exploded across your tongue, and you hummed at the combination of sweetness and tartness. You could swear there was a hint of Wanda's taste lingering on your tongue where she had touched it. You released another pleased hum as you opened your eyes to meet Wanda's.
"I have to admit, I find it very hard to control myself around you," Wanda husked as her darkening eyes roamed your face, settling on your mouth, causing your heart to race.
"Then don't," you leaned in closer as Wanda tucked some of your hair behind your ear before slowly grazing your face, stopping below your lip. You tried to control your erratic breathing, but there was no way you could stay composed when Wanda was looking at you like this. Her eyes burned with intensity, feeling like a caress across your body, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
"So eager and pliant... I shouldn't," Wanda whispered, and you closed your eyes, willing to accept anything Wanda would do. Following her lead, as her finger traced down your underlip, you willingly parted your lips. You felt her heavy breaths fanning over your face, surrounded by Wanda's presence, craving more.
"This looks cozy," Natasha's voice broke through the growing tension, and your eyes shot open to find Natasha moving closer, stretching with a smile.
"Good morning, my love," Wanda said, leaning in to kiss Natasha, and you almost felt jealous of the ease with which they kissed. You yearned for them to kiss you like that too, watching as Natasha grabbed Wanda's waist, pulling her closer for another taste of her lips.
"Mmm, you taste sweet," Natasha hummed against Wanda's lips before giving her a swift peck.
"Blueberries. If you're nice, then Y/N might offer you one too," Wanda teased, swatting Natasha's behind before moving over to the stove, sending you a heated gaze and sighing as she did so.
Natasha turned her attention toward you, stepping closer to peer into the bowl before shooting you a glance.
"You want one?" you offered with a small smile, picking up a blueberry and pinching it between your fingers.
"If you're offering," Natasha replied, her voice still carrying the lingering depth from sleep.
Feeling bold and perhaps slightly desperate, you stepped closer, placing the berry against Natasha's lips. Instant regret washed over you as Natasha's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes searched yours, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. A gasp escaped your lips as Natasha seemed to make a decision, parting her lips to grant you access to her warm mouth. Without hesitation, you placed the berry inside, lightly caressing her lip with your finger.
"Ducky," Natasha murmured after swallowing, and you averted your eyes bashfully, nervous about her reaction.
"Wait," you rushed out before Natasha had a chance to continue. You stole a glance at her before averting your eyes again. "Last night was the best night of my life, and if you say you regret the kiss, then I don't know what to do," you continued, hating how your voice broke at the end.
"I should put a stop to this before it goes any further," she answered defeatedly, dragging her hand over her face. Your heart sank down to your stomach. "But what scares me is that I don't want to stop it. No matter how much I try to talk myself out of this, I can't seem to win the argument with my heart. So, no, I don't regret the kiss, even if I should," Natasha continued, leaning back against the counter, her gaze heavy on you, waiting for your response.
"I want you," you said quietly, glancing over at Wanda before continuing, "and I want Wanda. Is that normal?"
Natasha barked out a laugh, and Wanda sent you a gentle smile as she approached slowly.
"Define normal, dear?" Wanda said, while Natasha tried to compose herself. You looked down at your feet, trying to find a good answer but feeling lost. All you had ever seen were platonic heterosexual relationships, except when getting to know Natasha and Wanda's marriage.
"I don't know, but I have never heard of three people being in a relationship," you shrugged, picking nervously at your cuticles, while the older women looked at you.
Wanda sighed softly, and Natasha reached for you. There was no hesitation as you took her hand and allowed yourself to be pulled into her embrace.
"Polygamous relationships are not uncommon, but they are rare compared to more traditional relationships," Wanda explained gently, nodding with approval as she looked at you.
"Is this something you two are familiar with?" you asked carefully.
Wanda bit her bottom lip, looking warmly at you, while Natasha rubbed your back in a comforting manner, leaning in closer to meet your eyes. "No, we never had the desire to invite someone else into our relationship before now. So, this situation is new to us as well. I think it's important we take the time to really talk before we go any further."
You frowned but nodded. You understood her point, but it also meant no kissing. All you wanted was to be held in her arms again, to be kissed until you were out of breath. You had to admit you had grown a bit obsessed with the feeling, wanting to throw all caution aside and just go back to kissing. But no, they wanted to sit down and talk, and you had to compose yourself, hoping to give the right answers to get the chance to feel their lips on yours again.
"Yeah... Okay," you sighed, leaning against Natasha, who chuckled and swayed you gently, resting her cheek against the top of your head.
Wanda, who had been quiet, clapped her hands to gain attention and swiftly went back to work on breakfast. She instructed you and Natasha to bring everything to the table, and you tried to follow her every demand quickly, hoping to earn her praise.
"That's my girl," Wanda said softly, kissing the top of your head as you sat down at the table.
"This looks delicious," Natasha said happily, settling down next to you and immediately scooping up some eggs while pouring juice at the same time.
"Careful, or you'll spill," Wanda scolded gently, taking the pitcher from Natasha's hand to assist her.
Then, Wanda sat down on the other side of you and filled your plate with a wide spread: eggs, bacon, fruits, and a slice of bread. You couldn't help but wiggle in excitement in your chair as she placed it in front of you.
You attacked the food as if you'd been starved for days, humming happily as you munched on the fruits. Feeling Wanda's hand caressing your back, you looked over to find her already gazing at you with a gentle smile.
"Everything good?" she asked, and you nodded with a small smile. Wanda returned it as she leaned in closer, swiping the corner of your mouth with her thumb. You gaped slightly as she brought it to her mouth, humming softly.
"Such a messy baby," she whispered, winking before turning back to her food, leaving you blushing scarlet.
Eating more carefully, you noticed Wanda occasionally touching you in some way during breakfast. Even Natasha pushed your hair back at some point when it almost dipped into your glass. At one point, you thought Natasha might kiss you, but she leaned back with pursed lips, seeming lost in thought, and you had to swallow your disappointment.
When you finished, Natasha offered to clear up since you and Wanda had prepared breakfast, and Wanda gracefully leaned in to kiss Natasha before whisking you off to the living room.
Currently watching a Christmas movie Wanda had put on, you were relaxing on the couch when Natasha joined you both.
There was a shift in the atmosphere, signaling that the talk was about to take place. Wanda straightened up, and Natasha took a seat next to you.
"Y/N," Natasha began gently, and you gave her your full attention as she continued, "I wish I could say that this will be easy, that it will all be sunshine and roses, but I'm not about to start any relationship on a foundation of lies."
Natasha sighed heavily, and you braced yourself with furrowed brows. You almost hissed when your nail ripped at your cuticle. Noticing the nervous habit, you closed your fists and tried to sit still.
"Entering any form of relationship brings pros and cons, but this dynamic and our age difference will always lead us into situations where people will scrutinize us and be judgmental. I want you to be absolutely sure you're ready for that."
Natasha remained calm and collected while speaking, yet her gentle mannerisms hinted at a readiness for you to bolt from the room. You had a track record for running away when things got difficult or uncomfortable, but this time, you were determined not to flee.
"Not only that, but we also have to consider Yelena. She's my sister and your best friend. There will be backlash there, and we need to consider her feelings, or we might lose her," Natasha said, her face now showing a pained expression as she mentioned her sister. A pang of guilt struck your stomach.
Wanda moved closer, leaning over to take Natasha's hand and caress it gently. Natasha seemed to relax slightly, but her conflicted eyes fell on you once more.
"Perhaps we shouldn't do this," you said quietly, feeling the pain of those words, unable to stop the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
"No," Natasha said firmly, her hand gentle as she grasped your chin to meet your eyes. "No, I will make sure everything works out with Yelena. I will protect you with everything I have if it means I can have you."
Natasha's gaze shifted to Wanda before returning to yours. "We'll care for you if you let us, but I want all the cards on the table before you decide if this is worth it. But this isn't a fairytale, baby girl. This is real life, and this," she gestured between all of you before turning to you again, "this will not be easy. Wanda and I have struggled in our relationship before; we are stubborn, control freaks, and we argue about most things. We are far from perfect, but we want you more than anything."
Your mind felt foggy, and while Natasha spoke, your focus gravitated towards the part where she expressed wanting you. Your heart raced at the mere thought of Natasha desiring you, the idea of her wanting to kiss you again.
"Y/N," Wanda scolded, startling you, and you cowered at her scowl. "You need to pay attention to what Natasha is saying."
"Sorry," you apologized, offering a sheepish smile, fidgeting with your hands.
"Are you with me?" Natasha asked, meeting your eyes. Only when you nodded did she continue, "If we pursue this, I need to know what you think of everything I just said."
You looked between them, trying to recall Natasha's words. You weren't oblivious to the challenges—being in a relationship with two women, especially older ones, might invite struggles and judgments. Recalling your mother's cautionary words made you aware of potential societal challenges. But meeting their gaze assured you they would protect you from pain, something you'd rarely experienced except with Yelena. Your feelings for Natasha and Wanda were different, deeper, and you couldn't fathom a scenario where you couldn't feel their lips or see them look at you the way they were now.
"I want this more than I can explain. I know it won't be easy, but I choose this. If you'll have me, I want to try," you finally expressed.
Wanda smiled softly, and Natasha leaned back, her sigh turning into a soft laughter as she pulled you down with her.
"For now, until we're certain about where this is going, let's keep this between us. Is that okay with you, little duckling?" Natasha asked gently.
"It's more than okay," you replied, squirming next to her, eager to shift from talking to kissing.
"Got ants in your pants, darling? What's up with you?" Natasha teased, tickling your side. You squealed, trying to escape her playful grasp, unwilling to become a victim of her mischievous fingers again.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Natasha playfully growled as she took hold of you, playfully wrestling you on the couch. Laughter erupted from your throat as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Natasha leaned over you, chuckling, and you squealed when she blew raspberries against your neck. You closed your eyes, relishing in this carefree moment.
Your fingers found their way into Natasha's silky, ruffled hair, trailing your nails along her scalp. She hummed against your neck before her lips ventured from your neck to slide beneath your jaw. A soft moan escaped you at the feel of her lips against your skin. Natasha didn't stop there; her lips continued their journey across your skin, and you almost gasped when her warm lips met yours. You raised up, eager to meet her lips again. She molded her lips against yours repeatedly, and you were lost in the sensation, relishing the taste and feeling of her kiss.
You noticed a fundamental difference the moment Wanda's lips replaced Natasha's. Even though both could evoke a fuzzy feeling in your brain, Wanda took charge instantly. You relaxed, allowing her to take the lead. She wasted no time, sliding her tongue into your mouth, eliciting a deep moan from her. The sensation sent a jolt through your body, pooling a heat between your thighs, making your core tighten. As Wanda pulled away, you gasped for air, attempting to collect yourself. Natasha teased Wanda for her eagerness.
"Really, Wanda?" Natasha scolded, her voice carrying a playful tone.
Wanda hummed, smiling down at you, visibly pleased. "What can I say? I have a hard time controlling myself around my little duckling," she admitted, leaning down to kiss you softly again, which brought a moment of blissful serenity.
"Ours," Natasha corrected, kissing your temple.
"It was you who said she was mine this morning," Wanda retorted, smirking at Natasha.
"I was tired. You can't hold that against me," Natasha sneered, prompting a roll of the eyes from Wanda as she sat up, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"You snooze, you lose," Wanda stated matter-of-factly, smoothing out her robe gracefully.
"We'll settle this later," Natasha countered, pulling you up with her.
"Is that so?" Wanda purred with a wolfish grin, leaning in, and you couldn't help but gulp at how attractive she looked at that moment.
"Yes, but now I need to get ready. I have to be at work in an hour, and I'm taking our little duckling with me," Natasha said sternly as she pushed off the couch and walked up the stairs.
Wanda leaned back on the couch, winking at you. "The sex will be phenomenal tonight. It always is when she's worked up like this," she sighed, caressing your back.
"O-oh..." you stuttered, and Wanda chuckled.
"Was that too much information for my little darling?" Wanda asked gently.
You knew you were blushing, but you tried to play it cool. "No, of course not."
Wanda closed her eyes and hummed. You joined her, watching her long lashes resting against her pale cheek, wondering how you ended up so lucky. When Natasha called you from upstairs, you pecked Wanda's cheek, giggling as her eyes shot open, before racing up the stairs, excited about the day.