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Chapter 3

During the night Wanda had a rare moment where she did not have a nightmare. That night she dreamt of the illusive red-headed Russian. It consisted of a few glimpses of Natasha with a lazy smile on her face and laughing after Sam casually tried, and failed, to flirt with her. The dream then shifted tones. Wanda caught glimpses of Natasha’s smirk, heard her husky voice murmuring in her ear, and felt the casual touches Natasha had given her in passing and in practice, her fingers leaving a burning sensation wherever they connected with Wanda’s skin.

Wanda awoke with a start, heart pounding not from a nightmare, but from a strong desire she had quickly decided not to address. It was a dream, that was all. A dream that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out of her mind, but a dream nonetheless.

As Wanda was getting dressed and ready for sparring practice, the burning feeling she awoke with did not leave her or subside even a little. Wanda decided she was going to use it to her advantage since there was no hope of pushing it aside. With that resolve, she wandered down to the gym to find Natasha already waiting for her.

She felt slightly embarrassed after seeing the topic of her dream, currently fueling her determination, but she quickly pushed it aside, knowing Natasha was none the wiser to what had occurred in her mind overnight.

“Let’s get started,” Wanda stated as she reached the spot Natasha had been waiting for her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the confident tone coming from the girl, but went along with it. Natasha kicked her foot into Wanda’s leg, trying to make her trip. Wanda stumbled, but quickly caught her balance. She reached out to punch Natasha’s stomach and was surprised for a moment when she actually landed the hit. Natasha took that surprise to her advantage and rammed her body into Wanda’s hard enough to make her fall to the mat. Natasha straddled the girl to prevent her from getting up.

That strong feeling Wanda had been left with from this morning had certainly not subsided at this point and had just grown stronger as she looked up at the woman currently straddling her, not even broken out into a sweat yet.

“It really is discouraging to be straddled by a beautiful woman so often and get nothing out of it but a lost fight,” She stated, her confidence building.

Natasha had not expected such a bold, and rather flirtatious, expression to come from the woman beneath her and had been thrown off by the statement. Wanda used that moment of hesitation from Natasha to roll over and flip positions with the woman so she was straddling the woman.

“If I knew a little flirtation was all it took to get you to let down your guard, it would have prevented a lot of bruises to my ego,” Wanda gloated atop the woman. She didn’t think about her how far she could push this, but she found herself flexing her thighs against the older woman, creating a whole new tension between them. Nat looked up at her in a way that stopped the breath in her chest for a beat.

Natasha had blinked away her startled expression and rolled the woman back over, taking up her position on top of the girl once again. Wanda took joy in the fact that Nat had needed to take back the control - it wasn’t often that she’d been able to get under her skin.

“Nice trick you had there, little witch, but you’re going to have to learn to try a little harder next time,” she stated, leaning in closer, mouth inches from Wanda’s ear. “And just so you know, I’m always on the top.” A shudder ran through Wanda at the words coupled sweetly with Natasha’s breath ghosting over her skin. Her hands reached up, on their own accord and she gripped Nat’s thighs tightly.

Natasha swiftly removed herself from Wanda’s torso and stood in front of the woman with a hand extended out to help her up. Wanda pushed the hand aside, preferring to get up on her own and not show any sign of submission to the red-haired woman.