safe- wanda x y/n

nine

september 17th 2015

y/n pov

"home sweet home"
I placed our bags down as she ventured around like a curious cat. I watched her eyes and smiled.

"tony had jarvis installed here too, so ask anything and he'll get it done the same as he did back home"
she nodded, still in awe.

"feel free to explore. im just going to tidy up a bit"
I quickly walked around the house, hiding anything I had that would expose my life before I met her. I grabbed the picture frames that were literally white and black. one from the time I spent with jane austen (we'd had a fling one time) who I spent a few years with before resuming my road trip. another was of me and alan turing, he was a teenager at the time. brilliant mind and heart. I shoved them in a box and hid it on top of the bathroom cabinet.

"what the fuck?!"
I heard something drop and I could imagine (if I was human) that my face grew pale. I left the blood bags in the fridge. shit. I quickly ran to the kitchen but was surprised to see that wanda wasn't there.

"y/n?!"
I followed her voice to the...bedroom?

"what's wrong?"
she had dropped her sunglasses and phone and was staring at the bed.

"what?"
she pointed at the bed.

"what?"
I asked again. she sighed and pointed with more enthusiasm.

"words, maximoff, I don't understand puffs of air"
I sang slightly as she turned to me and rolled her eyes.

"there's one bed"

"okay?"

"that doesn't bother you?"

"no? should it? if it makes you uncomfortable I'll sleep on the sofa"

"no. it's fine, I don't mind"
she was suddenly silent and wasn't making eye contact with me at all. weird.

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wanda pov

I showered, put on some light makeup, perfume and even curled my hair a bit. sleeping in the same bed as y/n shouldn't have been a big deal. but it was. she made me feel things I shouldn't feel towards a bodyguard or a friend. I knew I liked her, maybe even loved her, and it scared me.

"wanda?"
she waved her hand in front of my face. I lift my head to look into her eyes.

"pardon?"

"I said are you alright?"
I looked back down and stirred my soup nervously.

"yeah, sorry. I just feel a bit tired"
I put down my spoon to rest my head in the palms of my hands.

"get some rest. I'll join you in a bit"
she lifted my chin from my palms and gave me a concerned smile.

"okay"
I quickly (though I didn't want to) moved away from her hand and headed towards the bedroom. I tucked myself in and faced the wall, away from the door. I felt my breathe shake as I listened to the birds outside and the clock on the wall, waiting for her to arrive.

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y/n pov

I was glad to be home, I hid my blood packets in the hidden fridge I kept in the shed outside.
I sat gulping several down on the porch which brought a slight smile to my face.

I could hear wanda from outside. her beating heart, her shaking breaths. I could also smell her. her perfume, but also her blood. it smelt like nothing I had ever smelt before. and it made me want her even more.

I felt my smile turn into a quick frown. I could never be with her. fate and the balance of the universe itself decided against it. if I couldn't have her, I decided I was going to savour the time I did have with her.

wanda pov

I heard the door open and I froze. the light crept in as the door closed and it was quickly gone again. I heard her change clothes and it took everything in me not to turn around to look at her in her pyjamas. she pattered around the room and the bathroom, my patience was wearing thin, until the bed finally dipped under her weight.

I heard myself sigh in comfort with her warmth beside me. all I needed was the knowledge that she was next to me and I felt that everyone was okay. what I wanted was a different story.

after a few moments of silence, she turned and I felt her grow closer. she took her hand and wrapped it around my waist. I gasped slightly and she pulled away.

"sorry"

I quickly grabbed her hand and put it back on me.

"no, I like it"
I saw her hand hesitate but we soon moulded together as one. I heard her lightly chuckle as she pulled my shirt down slightly to expose my shoulder.

she kissed it once before resting her head beside mine. we fell asleep in each others arms and I couldn't have asked for more.

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y/n pov

I held onto wanda as if she were my life source. because she was. and I cried deeply into her back as I thought of what could've been if I weren't a vampire, if we'd had a chance. the ways we would care for each other, the ways we would love each other. I found myself crying even more because everything in me wanted to be with her but I knew it was impossible.

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september 18th 2015

wanda pov

I woke up to find y/n gone but I could hear a clutter in the kitchen just outside. I didn't bother getting changed as she had seen me in my pyjamas plenty of times.

"morning, maximoff"
I smiled and replied with a 'good morning' after.

"I pray the day will come when I don't see you in that suit"
I could imagine a sleepy y/n in a onesie and it made me squeal.

"stick around and you might get lucky, maximoff"
she winked. it is too early for this.

"what's on the menu?"
I distracted myself from my thoughts.

"steamed, oven baked rice, coated in chocolate syrup with a side of milk"
she waved her hands around in a dramatic way as she took on a posh accent.

"ooh, that sounds fancy"
I prepared myself for the five star meal.

"I don't know what for, it's bloody coco pops"
she handed me the bowl and threw the spoon in.

I laughed and ate the coco pops as they crackled slightly.

"you're not eating?"
I pointed at her as she stared across from me, stood terribly still.

"not hungry"
I gave her a confused look but ignored it.

"besides, we have to get ready"
she straightened her tie in the hallway mirror.

"ready for what?"
I asked with a mouth full of coco pops.

"the press conference"

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