Possession

After Fight

"All patched up Agent Stark. I hope you're feeling better."
You stepped out the exit of the Emergency Ward, your phone open in your hand with Tony's name laid across the screen. You smiled at the nurse, leaning in to kiss her cheek as a gesture of your appreciation. As she retreated, Tony drove round the path, the door lifting open automatically as you climbed in.
"Take me to my place, dad."
He stepped on the gas, remaining silent as he sped down the cobbled lanes following the direction of your home. A thick quietude filled the air as Tony made his irritable mood with you clear. He behaved this way after every fight, regardless of wether you sustained injury or not. You were used to it by now. The tyres screeched, coming to a halt at your front door, the smell of burnt rubber filling your nostrils. Tony kissed your forehead before you stepped out the car. You watched as he sped off, the night drawing near as the low buzz of nocturnal insects had begun. Wanda rushed out from inside, and wrapped herself round you from behind, clasping her hands at your front as you lifted your arms - startled.
"I heard what happened. Oh my god, I'm so glad your alright."
She pressed her cheek into your back, tightening her grip on you before releasing you as you turned to face her. You grasped her hand, taking her inside.
"Of course I'm alright. I'm me, remember ?"
She slapped your arm, grinning up at you with honest eyes. She led you into the kitchen where there were drinks set out on the dining table. You lifted one to your lips, taking the entire glass in a gulp before lifting another and doing the same. Wanda sat opposite you as you lowered yourself into the seat, taking gulps from another of the glass's. You could feel your body heating up - the sting of your wounds and the adrenaline of the alcohol causing you to flare. You were pressing your thighs together, that familiar heat manifesting itself between your thighs as it always did after fights.

Wanda swallowed the knot in her throat as she watched you squirm a little in your seat. She noticed your blood stained knuckles, the scrapes that littered your skin gifted her an unusual euphoria. She inspected the way your fingers toyed with the glass in your hand as you lifted your gaze to hers.
"A- are you okay, Y/N."
Her voice was thick was lust, her nerves coursing through the dialect. Her hands fell from the table to her legs. She ran her palms down the length of her thighs, fixating on the material beneath her skin in an attempt to bypass her urge to read your thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just a bit worked up after today, y'know."
Wanda's head fell, she closed her eyes and bit her lip at the sound of your heavy breathing. You kept her in your view while downing yet another cup filled with alcohol, waiting for her to look up.

When she finally did, her eyes were heavy with desire. She stared a you, a sexual glint in her eye as she stood, pushing the seat from her with her heel. Your mouth fell open as she placed one knee on the glass table, climbing atop it. She pushed glasses from the surface, watching them fall to the marble floor, shattering, mixing with the concoction within. Wanda was on all fours, crawling towards you with her tongue running the length of her top teeth. The ache between your legs finally surpassed the ache of your wounds. You pushed your legs together as Wanda twisted round, her thighs spread as she slid off the table onto your lap, pushing her mouth immediately to yours. She whimpered quietly into your lips as you grabbed her waist, untucking her top from her trousers and lifting it above her head. Your eyes were met with Wanda's full breasts, sat perkily in her laced bra, her hard nipples showing through the fabric. You leant forward, sucking a dark bruise into her lower neck while holding her hands behind her back. She tossed beneath you, pressing her hips into your groin in order to alleviate the knot building inside her. Small moans escaped her throat as your hands explored her body. She wrapped her legs round your waist as you stood, lowering her onto the table and climbing on top of her, pinning her in place by her wrists.

You took the zip of her trousers in your teeth, pulling it down slowly, revealing the hem of her laced underwear as her chest rose and fell with your movements. Her breathing was irregular and loud, her movements becoming more ravaged, desperate for your touch. She wriggled her way out the garments as you aided their removal, tossing them to the side. You smiled as she peered down at you, an anguished look swathing her appearance as she begged you silently to lay your hands, lips, tongue, anything on or in her.
You moved your hands from her side, which allowed Wanda to take your hair in her fist, giving her control in your position and pace. You pushed her against the glass as she moved upwards on the table, leaning back as you settled between her open legs. You moved her underwear to one side while kissing up her thigh, nipping the skin in some areas as you went, which caused Wanda to twitch under your tongue as you swiped it across the pricking.
Your gaze fell to Wanda's arousal coating your middle and fourth finger. You watched as the two disappeared inside the woman, her grip tightening round the locks of hair she had a hold of. She moaned your name, begging for your contact as her back arched off the table, her bottom lip secured firmly between her teeth. You moved in and out of her, watching as she panted above you, craving release.

"Harder, please."
She whispered in your ear, holding your head close to hers as you pressed yourself into her more forcefully than before. Short breaths were released past her lips, her nails digging into the back of your neck, drawing a little blood. You sped up, the prickling of her fingertips spiking your adrenaline. Wanda's eyes grew wide at the change in pace as she leant forward, sucking your bottom lip between her teeth. You pressed your thumb to her clit, feeling her throb against you as a low moan escaped her throat. Her legs were wrapped tightly round you as she attempted to press her thighs against one another.
"I'm so close, Y/N."
Her speech had closed her teeth round the edge of your lip, the bite opening a small cut. A drop of blood appeared, dripping from your lip. Wanda caught it on her tongue, running the tip from her catch straight into your mouth where her lips moulded with yours.
"Whenever you're ready, baby."
You spoke against her mouth as her eyes screwed shut, her walls tightening round your fingers as her chest puffed. You leant forward, tugging the lace of her bra to the side with your teeth and taking a nipple between your lips. The sensation pushed Wanda over the edge, her moans ringing a sweet tone as they bled from her throat, her hands attached to your jaw. You could feel her coating your hand as she descended from the high. She spoke in broken sentence, watching you lift your dripping fingers to your lips, sucking her into your mouth and swallowing with conviction. Your mouth glistened with her desire, flashing her an unholy smile as she licked her lips while staring up at you. She melted into your grasp as you slid down off the table, careful to avoid the shattered glass beneath your feet. You gathered her in your arms as she swathed her legs round your waist, supporting herself as you ascended the stairs. She pressed kisses along your shoulders, collarbone and up your neck as you kicked the door to your bedroom open, swinging it shut with your heel before lowering her into the sheets. She tangled herself within them immediately, her eyes plastered on you, observing as you stepped out your clothes - leaving them pooled in a pile at the foot of the bed. She ghosted her lips over yours as you settled in next to her, the pale twilight lighting up each of your bodies. She buried her head in your shoulder, groaning as you ran your fingertips through her auburn waves.

"Everything okay down there ?"
You lifted her chin with your finger. She was now peering up at you through her brow. She giggled, her innocent eyes wide and inviting as she examined your expression.
"What's funny huh ? Did I not live up to all your previous ?"
You joked with her, poking her sides causing her to writhe and struggle beneath you. She laughed heartily before swinging her leg over your waist and pinning your hands by your side.
"That's the thing, Y/N. No, you didn't."

You displayed a shocked look, taken aback by her candour. She was smiling wickedly, suppressing laughter as she watched you struggle for a response.
"You're my first."
The initial offence that plastered your facade had soon morphed into shock. You simply couldn't believe that you were to be her first. The ego lifting surprise subsided and you began to think that perhaps you shouldn't have fucked her so mercilessly on the dining table. Not for her first time.
"Oh god, Wanda, you could've told me and maybe I would've made it a little more romantic."
You felt yourself spiralling a little.
"If I'd known I wouldn't have done it this way, I-"
She silenced your rambling with her palm over your mouth, leaning down to speak.
"It was perfect."
The tension in your utterance eased as she slumped over you, laying her head against your chest. The instantaneous physicality of your relationship with the woman took you by surprise. You weren't concerned by it, perhaps it was a good thing, but immediately you were doubting the durability of this connection - only to snap yourself out of it, reminding yourself that it's strength is only questioned when you begin the questioning.

The sounds of the night entered the silence of the room, Wanda drifting into slumber as you followed suit - unaware of what was to be released into your world.