Scarletwidow One Shots

Shy

Description: Wanda has met the most amazing girl and she wants to tell her friends all about it, but she's shy and is having trouble bringing it up.

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 3502
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Third Person P.O.V

"Okay, hear me out, what if you find someone who is good in every aspect. Like they're sweet, kind, loyal, funny, pretty good-looking..." Maria pauses for dramatic effect, and Wanda leans closer, drawn in by the suspense. "... but you're super incompatible in bed."

"Incompatible how?" Hope wonders.

"Like, if you're both exclusive bottoms or tops. Or if you like to switch but they don't." Maria explains.

"Or, if you're only into hardcore BDSM and they're super vanilla?" Carol pipes up.

All of them turn to stare at her, and Carol gets all bothered. Yelena lets out a peal of nervous laughter that slowly dies down the redder Carol's cheeks get, and the ringing silence is filled up by Kate's genuine laughter instead. Hope looks both mildly disgusted and intrigued. Maria seems contemplative.

"Are you asking for yourself?" Yelena jokes, but Carol's silence is deafening. "Oh my God, Carol, at least pretend like you're talking about a friend or something. This is TMI."

"Hey, hey." Kate cuts in, smacking Yelena's thigh. "We're a family, nothing is TMI! Go on, Carol, tell us more about your BDSM tendencies. Are you sadist or a masochist? I bet someone here, would be interested to know." She says, Maria choking on her drink.

"No, dumbass, I meant the location." Yelena says, waving around them at the packed restaurant they were lucky enough to secure a table. "We're kind of in public right now, couldn't we talk about this somewhere else!"

"Hey, blame it on Maria, she's the one who asked." Carol says defensively.

Almost as if waiting for an opportunity to speak this whole time, Maria's spine straightens and she clears her throat, her gaze settling on Carol.

"Well, I think compatibility is really important so you should try communicating your needs, and if they're really, really, ultra disgusted then you might want to reconsider." Maria says, a round of nods around the table, everyone agreeing. "I mean, it's not like you can tell who would be into it if you don't ask."

"What are you then? S or M?" Hope asks.

"I-I'm flexible." Maria flushes.

While they all squint at her, trying to figure her out, Kate is a step ahead of everyone else. Carol sits sandwiched between her and Maria, so with a swiftness that Carol could not have hoped to predict nor resist, Kate grabs her hand and places it on Maria's inner thigh. Immediately, like instinct, Carol's big hand squeezes around the thick muscle. Maria lets out this affected little gasping noise. They both freeze.

Wanda watches with bated breath, wondering if the two oblivious idiots will finally get their shit together and stop dancing around each other like they've been doing for the past seven months, ever since Maria broke up with her ex.

Before they can start tearing their clothes off in public or whatever other gross crap Wanda's sure those two would get up to together, Hope shatters the tension.

"Okay, no eye-fucking in public." She says.

The two snatch back their respective limbs, growing embarrassed and Wanda laughs. Soon enough all of them are laughing.

Hangouts with the girls are always crazy and always end up with someone going home with some humiliating core memory their brain will replay in the middle of the night when they're trying to sleep.