W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

12. Remember

POV Wanda

It's anger mixed with disappointment. It's fear mixed with endless insecurity. It's my magic bleeding through my brain. I can't think anymore.

Despite her pain she kisses me back. Despite the fact I'am so angry with her, she touches me. Despite the fact I hate her now, I kiss her. Cause sometimes it feels like it's the only thing I can do now. Sometimes it feels like this is the only way I can let her know how I care.

Her head is still against the wall crack I made. Her eyes widen when I grab her jaw.
I kiss her when I still have my fingers around her face.
I kiss her angry. As if this is the only way she'll listen to me.
Between our tongues touching, we breath heavily.

'I wanna fuck you so bad.' I whisper.
I grab her hips and put her on the bed, despite the fact that she still has bruises.
'Then fuck me.' She says while she unzips her suit.
'Good girl.' I whisper in her ear. 'Now the rest.' I command her.

She takes off her bra. In her panties she's lying under me. And I just look at her body.
'You know..' I whisper when I touch her neck, her boobs and stomach with my finger in one movement.
'I just don't feel like doing much.' With my red eyes I look at her while I smirk.

I undo myself of my clothes. Throw them on the ground. I grab her naked body and kiss her again.
'I want you to fuck me.' I say while I touch her chin with my finger. 'Hard. Fast. Make me come, Romanoff.'

'I will.' She nods submissive.

She opens my legs. With her head between it, I feel her kissing my thighs. And then she starts sucking me. And I immediately grab the sheets, feel the fabric burn between my fingers.
I breath heavily.

Then I open my eyes. I look into hers. She smirks.
I grab her head. I want her to go faster. Harder.
And she does.
I moan.
This woman makes me crazy everytime she touches me.

And then I feel her finger go inside. I gasp.
She sucks me while she's inside. And it feels amazing. Her fingers go harder. And I moan louder. Her tongue goes faster, and I breath more rapidly.

I feel my eyes burn. Feel how my body wants to come.
She goes faster. Harder.
And there it is. The best feeling ever through my body.
I moan so hard. I grab her face and bend forward. I kiss her while I still feel my body coming.
I breath heavily.
She breaths heavily.

The next morning
'I saw a man with a long beard.' I say. I look around the room. Steve, Fury and Hill are looking at me. 'His eyes were..' I think back at how the man looks like, but often when I go inside somebody's head, a lot of it is blurry or vague. 'His eyes were dark.. He had this big brows.'

'What did he say?' Steve asks.
'Something like: I don't want the widow, bring me the witch.' I look at them. 'That's all I heard. After that she punched me.' Angrily I think back at that moment.

I look at Natasha. She stands in the corner of the room. Her arms folded. Her look as always. A straight face, looking across the room.
Since yesterday we didn't speak. After we had sex a silence emerged. She decided to shower. I showered after her.
After that I went eating with Clint. Nat stayed in the apartment and was asleep when I came home.
None of us said anything about the fight we had.

Maria clears her throat. 'This morning the woman, Emma, lay on the ground. Her eyes were blue. It looked like she was speaking to someone.'
'Let me speak to her.' Natasha says while she looks at Maria.
'I don't know if t..-' Maria starts, but Natasha interrupts her and says: 'I spoke with her before. Please let me try.'

Two hours later we walk towards the cell of Emma. With Natasha, Maria, and Steve I walk through the grey fluorescent lighting corridor.
When Steve opens the door. Tony and Fury are sitting behind the glass.
The woman sits on the ground with her back against the wall. She looks up when we enter the room.