Solitude

14| Bad Hiding Place

"Did you dress up for me?"

A tight-fitted top adorns her chest. Her red hair falls freely down her back, soft curls tempting you to touch her hair. Wanda hums, turning around and giving you a small shrug. An innocent smile washes over her face.

You push her against the kitchen counter. Wanda looks up at you with that beautiful sigh of surprise. You grin, running your hand over the hem of her top. Her eyes shift from surprise to anticipation. You rest your hands on her waist.

"Hey."

She bites her lip. "Hey."

"Dinner almost done?"

She pulls you in by the belt loops. "You came right on time. It's done in two minutes."

"Two minutes?" You ask.

She nods. 

"Good...Enough time to do this." You grin, hearing her breath tremble as your mouth attacks her delicate neck. "Time well spent."

She chuckles, rolling her eyes as you move your kisses over the exposed skin on her chest. "You're so needy."

"Only for you." You mumble, wrapping your arms around her back. "You can't really blame me for that."

"No…" She sighs, brushing her fingers through your hair and letting them slide down your back. "I truly can't."

You hum happily as she kisses you. Softly. Gently. Wanda cradles your jaw. Your body feels weightless, floating through heaven. You never want to come down to earth again. Princess. Angel. There are so many names to describe the redhead. 

The timer goes off. Wanda hums, tapping her hands on your shoulders to remind you of the food. Unwillingly, you let her go as she turns off the timer. 

She places the pot on the table and wipes her hands off on the apron. Your gaze hangs on the apron.

"Come here…and turn around." You say, reaching for the fabric of her apron and pulling her closer. "You don't need that anymore."

Slowly, you unbind the ribbon and remove the apron. Wanda grins, placing the apron on the kitchen counter. Appreciating her top in a new light, you grab the fork a bit tighter. Wanda runs her down over her waist, knowing exactly what she's doing to you. 

You pull up her chair and look at her with an awaiting smile. Wanda blinks. Looking down at your hands, she looks back up at you. With a small thank you, she sits down. Your hands brush over her shoulder. You put the pasta on both of the plates, quietly praising the food because it already smells delicious.

"Are you sad to fly home next week?" Wanda asks. "I don't want to leave just yet."

"Of course, I'm sad...I'll have to continue my writing process again. Sadly, my agent wants to see something new by the end of the month."

"And do you have an idea?"

"No…not really. I thought that this vacation would be a great way to get my head clear and let new plot ideas fill my head. But it didn't work."

She sighs. "That sucks."

"I'll find a way…at least my brain is calm enough again to maybe come up with good ideas again. The pressure led to a nerve-wracking writer's block." You take a bite of the pasta. "What about you? What awaits you back home?"

Wanda chuckles dryly, pressing her finger against her forehead. "Work. An annoying brother. And work again."

"I bet your brother is as charming as you are."