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Chapter 8

The next day Wanda woke up with determination. She would get Natasha to crack. The flirting continued through the night after Wanda’s driving lesson and Wanda could tell she was getting close to getting Natasha to finally relent. It had gotten to a point where Natasha had to excuse herself to her room and stayed in there for the rest of the night. Today would be different.

Wanda got dressed in black leather pants, a black tshirt, and Natasha’s red leather jacket. She walked out into the kitchen to grab some food and wait for Natasha to leave her bedroom for the morning so she could corner her into talking. Wanda was almost finished with the apple she had grabbed for herself when Natasha finally emerged from her room into the kitchen. Wanda smirked at Natasha’s approaching figure, ready for the day of tormenting the woman into breaking to begin.

“Good morning,” Wanda said, walking from behind the counter to approach Natasha.

Natasha’s eyes widened at Wanda’s outfit, the form fitting pants leaving no room to the imagination and the image of the woman wearing her jacket not helping, not that she would let onto it. She was a trained spy, after all. She could most certainly hide her emotions from the Sokovian.

“Morning, little witch,” she said, side-stepping Wanda to grab a banana.

“Hey, I thought today I’d take you up on the offer of a ride?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll change into something better for riding and then meet you down there when I finish eating,” Natasha finished, attempting to prevent Wanda from being aware of her mind currently being lost in images of the two riding on her motorcycle, Wanda’s breasts pushed against her back, hands-no. Not thinking of that.

“There are things I’d rather ride more, but I suppose the motorcycle will do for now,” Wanda said, floating the apple core into the trash. “I’ll see you down there,” She finished, walking to the elevator to descend to the garage.

Natasha had slightly hoped the flirting would cease for the day, unsure of how long she would be able to endure it before pushing the woman into the nearest wall and having her way with her, but it looked like her hopes had been dashed. Natasha sighed and finished her breakfast before going into her room to find something more suitable for the ride.

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Natasha found Wanda next to her cycle, catching the girl staring at it without noticing she had arrived.

“Sexy, isn’t she?” Natasha couldn’t help but ask. She really did admire the bike she had taken so much care of.

Wanda turned to glance fully at Natasha, now changed into tight jeans, a loose t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. “Yes, very sexy,” she stated, Natasha knowing fully well she had not been referring to the bike.

Natasha sighed, shaking scandalous thoughts from her head, and walked over to where the helmets were, handing one over to Wanda before putting hers on. “Okay, first thing’s first. Never let go while we are riding. It is extremely dangerous to lose your grip, I don’t care how good your powers are. Next, if you need me to pull over for any reason, just tell me and I will. Our helmets have coms in them so don’t worry about yelling over the noise. That about covers it. Questions?”

Wanda shook her head, eager to get on the motorcycle and hold onto Natasha.

Natasha nodded and hopped onto the bike, steadying it with one leg and turning it on. She gestured for Wanda to hop on behind her.

“Oh, and distracting the driver, bad idea.” She winked over her shoulder. “In case you get any ideas about wandering hands.”

“I would never,” she lied boldly. Wanda followed Natasha’s earlier action, swinging her leg over the bike - a motion the spy had made look far easier than it was - and gripped onto Natasha, chin resting on the older woman’s shoulder.