Don't You Know I Love You?

Protectiveness

Out of the two of them, Natasha would call herself more possessive. She knows how attractive Wanda is and even though she trusts her completely, Natasha's not blind to the looks Wanda sometimes gets when they both go out.

She just didn't notice that it was reciprocated, if not more from Wanda.

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"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Wow. You're that desperate for me to come with you?"

Natasha huffs from her straddled position atop Wanda. It's early in the morning, so early that the sun is barely shining through the apartment window, coating the room in a soft, hazy glow. They're in Wanda's bed after Natasha spent the night. Now, she sits on top of her lap in one of Wanda's shirts.

They've been arguing for 10 minutes now. Natasha has a set schedule every weekend that starts with her going to the gym first thing in the morning and since this Saturday morning she's at Wanda's, she's trying to convince the brunette to accompany her.

"It's an easy workout today and you've never come with me before."

"I don't want to go to the gym Nat."

Natasha pulls out her secret weapon.

She pouts her bottom lip.

"I'll make it worth your while..."

Wanda narrows her eyes at her before mumbling about unfairness and weaknesses before finally nodding her head.

"Fine. But I get to choose dinner tonight."

Natasha squeals and bends down to kiss her. Surging back up to scramble off Wanda's lap and bed. Ignoring Wanda's whine from the bed, Natasha makes her way to her sleepover bag on the floor to put together her gym outfit.

"Stop staring at me. You have 20 min to get dressed and eat before we leave."

Wanda huffs and trudges to her closet to change into workout leggings and a sleeveless shirt. Natasha changes into her spandex and sports bra before pulling a hoodie (Wanda's hoodie technically) over her head before heading to the kitchen. Throwing her hair up into a high ponytail, Wanda follows.

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"You should dress like this more often."

Natasha turns around at the sound of her girlfriend's voice. They're currently doing bar back squats and Wanda's eyes have been glued to her legs and backside for the entire first two sets.

Natasha chuckles and gets ready for her next set, bending over more than necessary in the illusion of her stretching. She's taken off her hoodie and she knew Wanda had a thing for her in spandex. Straightening back up, she feels hands rest on her waist and warm lips against the side of her neck. Tilting her head to the side to give Wanda more access, Natasha quietly groans.

"We still have one more set of these and then 3 more additional workouts."

"Or we could call it a day and create our own workout back home."

Home. Natasha likes the way that sounds.

Natasha untangles Wanda's hands from her and quickly pecks her on the lips, ignoring Wanda's grabby hands. Racking the bar up and positioning herself, Natasha notices Wanda standing closely behind her, closer than her previous sets. Natasha is about to ask her about it when she notices Wanda's clenched jaw and crossed arms. Confused, Natasha glances in the mirror reflection and sees a guy around their age staring straight at her.