Love and War (Wandanat)

Natasha: Closer

Warning: SMUT

I love you. All it had taken was the look on Wanda's face when Natasha uttered those three words and suddenly all of her doubts were forgotten. All she cared about right now was Wanda's body under her hands and her sweet taste in Nat's mouth.

The room was still glowing red from Wanda's powers. Nat didn't mind. She thought it helped set the mood. She started kissing Wanda again, gently, their lips barely touching. Wanda tried to lean in further, begging for entry in Nat's mouth, but she pulled away, teasing her until she grew desperate.

Nat let out an uncharacteristic whimper as Wanda finally grabbed the back of her neck, tugging on her hair, and parting her lips. Nat let her tongue wander, enjoying every bit of contact. She relished the vibrations as Wanda moaned slightly into her mouth.

They both pulled away for a moment, trying to catch their breath. "What do you say we move this upstairs? I don't want a repeat of our little incident with Vision, especially since it's just the three of us here--no guys to act as buffers."

Wanda nodded and Nat grabbed her by the hand, nearly yanking her up the stairs two at a time. When they got to the top Nat pushed Wanda against the wall and shoved one of her thighs between Wanda's. She started kissing Wanda again and smiled against her lips when she felt the girl rock her hips gently against her leg. She let Wanda continue, moving instead to kiss her jawline and to the spot along Wanda's throat she knew would earn her a moan.

As if on command, Wanda let out a whispered moan the moment Nat's lips touched her throat. Her grinding against Nat's leg had grown faster and harder, her legs squeezing together with each thrust. Natasha knew she was close when she started to shake. Not yet sweetheart, Nat thought. She pulled her mouth from Wanda's skin and watched her continue for a moment longer. Wanda's eyes were closed, her head thrown back. She was biting her lip in concentration.

Nat smirked as she suddenly moved her leg. Wanda stumbled before giving her a glare, sharp as a dagger. "What was that for?" She whined.

"You didn't think I would make it that easy for you, did you?" Wanda looked at her, lust clouding her green eyes, dilating her pupils. Nat leaned in and whispered "We have all night, and I want to take my time with you, Darling." She threw a sickening sweetness into the last word. Wanda reddened as their eyes locked.

Natasha wedged her hands between Wanda's backside and the wall and scooped her up with surprising ease. Wanda wrapped her legs around Nat's waist and put her hands on either side of Nat's face. "Show me what the Black Widow makes of her time, then." Nat felt herself blush at Wanda's words as the witch kissed her once more.

Natasha made her way, somewhat clumsily, to their bedroom. She was still carrying Wanda, who thrust out a hand to push the door open with her magic, not breaking their kiss. She kept walking forward until her shins hit the frame of her bed. She pushed Wanda down and straddled her, tucking her hair behind her ears to keep it out of the way.

"Take this off." Nat pointed to the black dress, one of many, Wanda was wearing. She eased her weight off of Wanda's lap, allowing her to pull the hem of her dress up. As Wanda did this, Nat shed her own leather jacket and the shirt she had changed into on the flight from Vienna.

She looked down at Wanda, who was laying on the bed in a plain black bra and matching underwear. Nat took a second to admire the swell of Wanda's breasts as they heaved with her breaths.

"At a loss for words, Romanoff? You've seen it before." Wanda raised an eyebrow, a strand of her tousled hair falling into her face. Natasha knew she must have looked confused because Wanda went on to say "Don't think I haven't noticed you watching me in the mirror before. You may be a spy, but you're not as subtle as you think you are, babe."

Natasha gave her a playfully offended look. "I haven't seen all of it." She reached around to Wanda's back, undoing the clasp of her bra with one hand and stabilizing herself in Wanda's lap with the other. Wanda moved her shoulders forward, allowing the straps to fall away and exposing her chest completely. Nat's eyes traveled to her full breasts and then back up to her face.

"Do you like what you see?"

Nat nodded. "And what I hear," she added.

"You're not hearing anything, mmm-" Wanda cut off, her eyes rolled back as Nat slowly ran a finger over her nipple. Using her legs, she pushed Wanda further onto the bed so she could rest her head on the pillows.

"You were saying?" Nat teased. She readjusted, kissing Wanda quickly before sucking on one of Wanda's nipples, twisting the other one gently between her thumb and index finger.

"Nevermind what I was saying. I want more, Nat," Wanda said as she tried to thrust her hips up against Nat's abs. She let out a frustrated whine as Nat trapped her against the mattress with her torso.

"More?" Natasha sat up. "Like this?" She reached a hand down between Wanda's legs, gently rubbing her through her underwear. Wetness was already beginning to coat her fingertips.

"Fuck, Nat." Wanda arched her back into Nat's touch. Desperation permeated her voice, which only satisfied Natasha further.

She continued to work her fingers between Wanda's thighs and leaned down to kiss her. She moved her fingers in faster circles, loving the feeling of Wanda breathing heavily into her mouth. Wanda reached down to force Nat's hand harder but the second she did Nat pulled her hand away again.

Wanda looked nearly on the verge of tears as Nat lifted her own hips and slid her pants off. She watched Wanda's eyes trail down her torso to her legs, pausing at her shoulder and again at her hip.

"What are those?" Wanda asked, gesturing to the two scars.

"Gunshots." Wanda's eyes widened. "An assassin, the Winter Soldier, got me--on two missions, son of a bitch."

Wanda traced the one on Nat's hip lightly. Nat reflexively arched into her touch. "What was it you said to me last time?" She asked. "Don't get all shy on me now?"

"Yeah, I bet you think you're really clever." Before Wanda could respond, Nat pulled her panties down and spread her legs apart, shoving two fingers into her.

Wanda let out a surprised moan, bucking her hips up to gain friction against Nat's fingers. She pulled Nat down onto her, running her tongue along Nat's throat. Natasha curled her fingers into Wanda, pulsing in and out of her until she started to tremble.

"Right there, don't stop. Please Nat."

"I like you begging, Maximoff," Nat laughed.

"Oh my--Fuck, please let me come Nat." Natasha sped up, going deeper and letting Wanda ride her hand until she was screaming. Nat could feel her walls loosen their grip as she rode out her high, still rocking slightly as the last of her moans escaped her.