Don't You Know I Love You?

Lockscreen

Natasha is sitting in her regular spot in the cafe. The one near the back window where the sun warms the seats but is not directly in sight. Wanda loves this spot because of the hanging plants above them and Natasha loves the view the window gives her to people watch.

Natasha has just finished her classes and is waiting on Wanda to finish up helping Pietro to get ready for his date.

They haven't been able to see each other during the week due to upcoming exams and deadlines. They both had been hauled up in their own apartments to avoid distracting each other. It had been a demanding week and Natasha was just happy to finally see her girlfriend in person after a long time.

Natasha closes her eyes and leans back in the booth, letting the sun warm her pale skin, the sunlight giving her hair the illusion of a red halo. She hears the bell above the door ring and feels a pair of eyes on her, familiar and with purpose.

Opening her eyes she's met with Wanda striding towards the table with intent. Smiling, the brunette hooks a hand around Natasha's jaw and tilts her face up. Natasha's neck cranes as she looks upwards and Wanda bends down for a slow, deep kiss.

Natasha hums when the kiss ends and Wanda sits down across from her, immediately reaching to hold Natasha's hands with her own.

"So...how was class?"

It's said with a cheeky smile. Natasha glares at her.

Wanda had sent Natasha a dirty picture while in class and Natasha hadn't been able to stop thinking about it ever since.

"It was fine."

Wanda winks at her and looks down at her phone. Wanda had gotten a farming game recently and can't go more than three hours without checking up on her tiny town.

Smirking to herself, Natasha slowly unbuttons the top two buttons of her button up. Glancing down at herself, she shifts the collar so that the top of her bra is visible. Natasha is so glad she actually wore a nice bra today instead of her normal sports bras.

"Do you want me to go order or do y-."

Her phone bangs on the table as it drops. Wanda sputters and reddens as her eyes glue themselves to Natasha's exposed cleavage.

Natasha crosses her arms under her chest and leans forward on the table, propping herself up even more. Extending a hand towards Wanda and using her index finger to close Wanda's jaw.

"Close your mouth, you don't want to catch flies."

Natasha ends it with a wink and bites her bottom lip. Wanda surges across the table to tug Natasha's lip with her own teeth. It ends as abruptly as it started and when Natasha opens her eyes she's met with Wanda scurrying towards the bathroom.

The redhead laughs and buttons her shirt back up, not wanting anyone else's eyes on her besides her girlfriend. Staring out the window again, she waits for Wanda to get back when the brunette's phone lights up with a notification across the table.

Natasha craned her head, glancing at the screen to see if it was important. What she saw made her gasp and do a double take.

"You're a minx."

Natasha glanced up quickly as Wanda comes back from the bathroom. Natasha scoffs and rolls her eyes. Wanda pointedly looks back down at the redhead's shirt. Her lips form into a pout when she sees it buttoned back up.

"Don't pout. Do you want people to look at me the way you do?"

"Absolutely not." Wanda's pout is gone and replaced with a snarl.

The brunette leans back in her booth and picks up her phone again and Natasha is thrown back into what she was initially going to discuss when Wanda came out of the bathroom.

"Am I your Lock Screen?"

Wanda fumbles with her phone while Natasha grins at her impishly.

"What?" Wanda knew what Natasha had asked, she just needed a moment to prepare.

The shorter woman quirked her eyebrow in a challenge, eyes pointedly glancing down to the phone.

Wanda face-palmed and sighed, reaching for her phone. Natasha could see her fingers sliding over the screen.

Wanda continued, "You weren't supposed to see that."

Natasha craned her neck, trying to see what her girlfriend was doing, until Wanda flipped her phone to face her. 

The picture that was displayed took Natasha's breath away; she was curled up in Wanda's sheets, the black contrasting sharply with the milky skin of her shoulders and back.  It was clear to the redhead that if it wasn't for the sheets, it would be a much more intimate picture of her.

She was laying on her stomach, left cheek laid on the pillow and her hand sticking out from under it, almost as if it was looking for Wanda. She was cradling her other arm to her chest, creasing the sheets, making an indent where the valley between her breasts was located.

Her face was peaceful and serene in the morning sun that lit up the room. Her red hair was sprawled over the pillows and her back, the light giving it a fiery glow. She looked ethereal, like one of those paintings that Wanda loved to visit in the art museums.

Natasha connected eyes with Wanda as the phone was lowered. She could feel the beginning of moisture in her eyes and bit her lip gently, trying to quell the emotion in her chest.

Wanda's eyes were incredibly soft as she looked at her. One side of her mouth crooked up into a smile.

"Of course you're my Lock Screen, Nat."