Marvel imagines

(7)Wanda Maximoff

Soon enough I grasp something long and decide to pull it out of the hat. The object I pull into the light seems to be a magic wand. I look around the room to see who it could represent and when my gaze falls on Wanda it makes sense. 

"Well, that's kind of boring, you guys are almost like a couple already," Tony mutters from his spot. 

"Maybe they can make it official after this," Nat continues while shrugging. 

Wanda and I had indeed been spending a lot of time together recently, but we had never kissed or anything. We would go for walks, talk in my room or watch movies. Yet, it doesn't matter what we do, her presence always brings me joy, always.

My lips form a euphoric smile as my eyes find hers. She looks a bit nervous and doesn't move from the couch, so I make my way over to her and offer her my hand. She hesitates for a second but decides to take it. When she gets to her feet, I lead her down the hall towards the closet, Clint trailing close behind. Wanda is usually very careful and shy around me but the connection we have would sometimes let her open up a bit. The more things I learn about her the more I fancy her. It is ironic how intoxicating she is without even knowing it. 

Once we are locked in, I lock eyes with her, and I can tell she's still nervous. Her breathing is heavy, her eyes are wide, and she keeps biting her lower lip. I place my hand on her arm and let my thumb stroke it in an effort to calm her down a bit. 

"What is wrong, dear?" 

"I don't understand how you can like me." 

Her sudden response baffles me and I must take a moment to let her words sink in. My grip on her gets tighter because I want her to feel me, feel my affection. I don't even know if it was for her, perhaps I just needed to feel her and make sure she was real. I have questioned that many times, she seems too good to be true, yet she didn't feel worthy of my love. 

"There is nothing to not like about you Wanda, you are amazing in so many ways." 

Her eyes widen as her head tilts slightly, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes are glued on me and I can tell that she needs me to continue and elaborate. 

"You have such a kind heart; you always manage to make me laugh, you are incredibly strong, and don't even get me started on how absolutely stunning you are." I sigh and stroke her cheek with my free hand. "I wish you knew just how wonderful you look in my eyes." 

Her eyes start glimmering as a single tear trickles down her rosy cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb that is still stroking the side of her face. I pull her into a hug and hold her waist tightly. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and I can feel her caressing my hair. Her body relaxes a bit, and her breathing slows down. A slight scent of flowers and raspberry bless my senses, but I'm quickly robbed of the sensation when Wanda pulls away from the hug. I think she is going to say something, maybe another doubt, instead she leans in. Now it's her breath I can smell, hints of mint. 

Next thing I know her sweet lips are on mine. They are softer than I could ever have imagined, and they fit perfectly on my own. My hands form a grip around her waist and my fingertips dig into her soft skin. To feel her against me is like arriving in heaven. She is the angel greeting me, she is the soft feel of the clouds and she is the light floating around me. Never has anyone made me feel like I was flying, only Wanda. No one had triggered my possessive side either, everything is different with her, I don't want anyone else to hold her as I do. 

Her tender hands explore me with long-awaited eagerness. They trail along my sides before resting on my own hands. Her touches are light and tender, making me shiver every time. My body is almost shaking with anticipation, I want her to be closer to me. So, I take initiative and gently push her against the wall behind her. Her eyes widen a bit but then she smiles to show me that she is enjoying my actions. Our lips meet again, this time with more passion, more hunger. Wanda surprises me when she lifts one of her legs and wraps it around my waist whilst groaning slightly into my mouth. I feel her breasts with both hands as I start kissing her neck. She seems to be relishing the feeling as her back arches and her hips push onto mine. The sensation of her pushing onto my core forces me to release her skin from my lips as I moan into her ear. 

"Please do that again," I tell her in-between my panting breaths. 

The smile I get back is something I've seen before but the look in her eyes is something completely new. Her pupils are dilated, and her gaze is dripping with desire. I love seeing her like this, I adore the fact that I make her this way and I cherish the way it makes me feel. 

After staring into my eyes for a couple of seconds she grants my wish and grinds on me again, this time slower and in a more seductive way. She does it a couple of times and makes sure to leave marks on my neck at the same time. For a moment I can't breathe, it's like the pleasure is drowning me. I grab her waist to steady myself before reaching down further down her stomach. The lustful look in her eyes gets deeper and her iris darker. When my hand finally reaches her core, her head falls back. But it doesn't go much further than that as we hear knocks on the door. 

Wanda quickly lets her leg back down, fixes her shirt, and clears her throat. Me? I'm smiling like an idiot with dark red cheeks. Wanda suddenly grabs my hand with confidence and leads me down the hall after Clint who chose not to say anything. He was probably as embarrassed as I was when he saw us staring back at him with tousled hair. 

When we reach the common area and neither of us say anything, the rest of the group decides to investigate on their own. 

"So, did anything interesting happen in there?" Tony asks. 

"Something must have happened, look at them smiling with red cheeks," Sam continues. 

"I'll leave that to your imagination" I reply to regain some control over the situation. 

"Careful, you don't want Tony fantasizing about you guys behind closed doors," Nat adds. 

Her statements result in several laughs. 

"Thank you for the suggestion," Tony says when the laughter dies down a bit. 

Wanda replies this time by throwing him into the closest wall with a wave of her hand. I smile at her proudly and invite her to sit on my lap on the couch. She sits down and I wrap a blanket around her to keep her warm. 

I hope we get to continue that moment in the closet sometime. I think to myself.

"Oh, we will, baby." 

Right, she can read minds. 

She simply smiles at me and kisses my lips. 

Her chapstick rests upon my lips and as I swipe my tongue across them and taste the cherry, I realize I have a new favorite flavor.

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Thinking about doing Steve Rogers next, hopefully very soon:).