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A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James

Maeve woke up on the couch slowly around 5:30. She pulled her pillow closer, nuzzling it but to her surprise the pillow hugged her back. She opened her eyes to see Wanda slowly coming to, her hands on Maeve's back and in her hair.

They looked at each other for a moment, Wanda said good morning and went to move, but Maeve pulled her back, "Five more minutes." muffled by Wanda's neck and Wanda laughed and laid more fully on the couch. Wanda began playing with her hair again.

Maeve, muffled by Wanda's neck, "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you but, you make a great pillow." She nuzzles her again inhaling the vanilla, lavender and what was uniquely Wanda.

Wanda, giggling, "I'll take that as a compliment." She continues stroking Maeve's hair and nudges her a bit so she can look in her eyes to see if they were glowing like they were in the nightmare. Wanda feels a sense of relief to see the blue come through rather than the grey.

Maeve looks up with a sleepy smile, remembering the dream she had just awoken from. They hear Natasha leave her room and untangle themselves, missing each other's warmth.

Natasha comes to the common area in her workout clothes about to put her shoes on. "Good Morning sleepy heads, I'm sorry I bounced early. Had a long day yesterday and those margs were no joke."

Maeve, making a look of confusion as Natasha, "I still don't know why you try to make margaritas, your ratios are always off."

Natasha throws her shoes at Maeve, which she immediately catches, firing them right back.

Wanda looked at the interaction mesmerized by how one minute Maeve could barely be awake and the next she's ready to go shot for shot with Natasha.

Maeve shrugs and smirks, looking away from Wanda as a blush creeps up her neck. The confidence from the tequila is long gone by now.

Natasha tells both of the younger women to meet in the kitchen at 9 for breakfast so they could figure out what they had to do today.

Natasha was back from her workout by 7:30 so she walked through Maeve's door so she could get the dirt on what happened after she called it a night.

Natasha waltzed in with a big smirk on her face, "You two seemed cozy last night. Wanda seems relaxed around you."

Maeve just puts her head in her hands and lets out a groan.

Nat just laughed and sat down next to her, "Remember when I came home from college and was explaining to Macy how I met this cute guy in my history class-"

Maeve, interrupting Nat's story, "Wasn't he your professor? And he ended up being a huge ass? Weren't you under cover?" Natasha took a deep breath of frustration, "Okay that's not the point and don't call me out for that he was hot and I passed the class."

Maeve just laughed at her friend. Natasha turns her head to look more fully at Maeve, "Listen, do you want help or not?" Maeve, giggling, "I don't remember asking you for advice." Instead of a verbal response Natasha just hits Maeve with a pillow.

Maeve, sarcastically of course, "Okay, okay. Please, oh wise one, how is this story going to help me with Wanda?"

Natasha smiles lovingly at Maeve, "Basically, you have a thing for Wanda so show her and stop getting nervous, I get it you're smitten but get a grip. She's into you so don't waste time."

Maeve just nods and looks at her friend, "I'm not confident like you are, I can't just sweep her off her feet. Plus, what if she leaves, or is just looking for entertainment? Look, I like her, I feel relaxed, the static relaxes in my head and my hands, I feel butterflies, I can't hear everything going on or feel other people around, I like her but I'm not good with words-"