Love and War (Wandanat)

Natasha: Good Morning

Natasha woke as the first of the morning light filtered through the open window of her bedroom. As much as she disliked it, she had gotten into the habit of waking up early, even on her days off. She was never able to break it, with only a few exceptions, notably after Tony's celebratory parties.

She moved to rub the sleep from her eyes but found her arm was trapped at her side. Nat blinked and looked down at her bare chest, strands of long, dark hair, clearly not her own, were thrown across it. Her arm, it turned out, was under Wanda's head. She carefully moved her other arm, trying not to wake the brunette up. Nat couldn't imagine how stressful the last day had been for Wanda, she deserved a little extra sleep. Besides, the two had stayed up late into the night.

Nat turned her body slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand. She laughed to herself as she noted her panties, still discarded on Wanda's bed. She stopped mid-turn as Wanda moved, nuzzling closer to her. Natasha decided against any major movements of her own. She brought her free hand up to Wanda's temple, stroking her hair lightly.

There was something special about seeing Wanda sleep, especially at such a close proximity. She was normally so tense, and her emotions always ran high, no matter what they were. Now, though, there was a distinct calm cast across her resting features. Natasha felt warmth flood her chest knowing that Wanda trusted her enough to let her guard down.

Nat also knew the girl was prone to nightmares. When they first moved into the compound after Wanda lost her brother, she woke up screaming for him nearly every night. She would sit up, startled and eyes glowing red. Natasha always tried to comfort her as best she could, having dealt with her own nightmares years before. Over time, they grew rarer. It had been nearly a month since her last one, that Natasha knew of at least. I never should have left her, Nat thought as another wave of guilt hit her.

Nat continued to trace her fingers gently over Wanda's hair when she heard a quiet moan.

"Nat?"

"Good morning, Love," Natasha smiled down at her.

"What time is it?" Wanda lifted her head.

"Too early to get out of bed."

"Then I guess we'll just have to stay here." Wanda looked up at her, her wide eyes catching the light and glowing a brilliant green. She trailed kisses from Nat's chest up to her jaw.

"I can't argue with that." Natasha pulled her into a kiss, their lips connecting softly. Wanda broke away. She watched Nat's eyes, her face cracking into a wonder-filled smile. "What I wouldn't do to wake up to that smile every morning," Nat ran her thumb over Wanda's parted lips.

Wanda leaned back, resting her head on her bent arm. Natasha turned to face her, mirroring her posture. "So," she began, "last night--"

"Should have happened a long damn time ago," Nat finished.

"Actually, I was going to say," she paused for a moment.

Nat grew concerned. "Do you think it was a mistake? Maybe we were moving too fast, I'm so sorry. I thought we were ready and I thought you liked it."

"Nat," she snapped out of her spiral. "I was going to say last night was my first." She looked away, embarrassment cast across her face.

"Your first?" Nat looked at her, confused. She thought she knew what Wanda was getting at but she didn't want to assume.

"Yes." Wanda met her gaze. "You'll find when you're locked up by Hydra for several years and then marked as a dangerous witch, there's not a lot of time to get laid."

"You mean to tell me that last night was the work of a rookie?" Nat held back a teasing laugh.

"I'm sorry, I probably should have told you that before we did anything. Am I at least correct in assuming my endeavors were successful?" Wanda looked at her innocently.

"Honey," Natasha leaned in and whispered into her ear reassuringly, "you were successful six times." Nat was satisfied at the redness that worked its way across Wanda's face. It was true she'd been with many people, as would be expected after being assigned to seduce information out of targets, but there were very few people, man or woman, who had made her feel the way Wanda did. Granted, most of the others were just marks, there was no romantic interest. Nat never thought it made a difference whether or not feelings were involved, but, evidently, it did.

"I just took a page out of your book," Wanda continued. "It really does wonders to act like you know what the hell you're doing all the time."

"Maybe that's why you find me so irresistible," Nat said. "Also, I don't act." She whispered, trying to sound seductive in hopes of getting another kiss.

"I'm sure you don't," Wanda said mockingly, and to Nat's slight disappointment. She flipped the covers off, shivering as the cold air hit her. Natasha, though she would never admit it, nearly forgot how to breathe at seeing the witch exposed fully again.

Wanda got up, looking over her shoulder teasingly as she sauntered across the room. Nat noted the dimples on her lower back, leading into the soft curve of her ass. She traced her gaze down the backs of Wanda's thighs and the slope of her calves. God her figure really was worthy of admiration. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"To take a shower. Do you need anything?"

"No," Nat said. "Just enjoying the view," she mumbled to herself.

"I heard that." Wanda called from the doorway before swinging around the corner and disappearing into the bathroom.

"I said it for a reason." Natasha heard a soft chuckle before the door clicked shut.