The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 6

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'A sky full of stars and he was staring at her.'
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It would be effortless to fall in love with her but Peter takes me to my preferred restaurant, pulls out my chair, and insists on paying like a true gentleman. I know he is everything that I should desire, and indeed, I do. However, it isn't what I need. He isn't who I need. The only thing I need is her. I want to need him, but in the end, it's her I'm thinking of. Wanda Maximoff. 

Our date is going well, with only a few minor interruptions from our waiter, and so far I've been able to cover the small twinges of guilt that flicker inside of me every time I tell a lie. "If you're not feeling this anymore, I get it," Peter bites his bottom lip in thought, "no hard feelings or anything but, if you're serious about this, I'm really going to try and be better."

My stomach turns and my entire body cringes as I hear the lie come out of my mouth before I've had time to even think of it, "I'm serious about this."

We finish our meal and head out. I expect us to go back to the tower but as I watch the world through the window I realise we're going in the wrong direction. "Peter?" I ask. He glances over at me before returning his focus to the world. "We'll be there in a second." Ominous, I like it. 

He parks the car in the middle of the field and steps out, walking over to my door and opening it for me. "What's going on?" I question. Peter points to a telescope a few yards away. Stargazing. I've wanted to go for so long but it was never the right time. Always too cold or too cloudy or one of us was on a mission. After a while, I gave up on the hope of ever going. "I'm sorry it took so long," Peter apologises as he holds his hand out, waiting for me to take it. 

"Don't be," I smile, taking his hand. We walk over to the telescope. There's a blanket laid out on the floor. We lay there for a while, staring at the sky and occasionally taking turns to look through the telescope. 

Peter reaches over, softly lifting my chin up to kiss him. I feel his smile as his lips meet mine, he's happy. He deserves this. After everything that's happened between us, after all the pain I'm setting up for him, he deserves to be happy. Even if I know that it won't last. 

When we do get back to the tower, Peter heads down to Tony's lab to sort out a few things before tomorrow and I go to our room - waiting for him to finish up with Tony. I walk in to find Wanda sitting on my bed. "What are you-"

"Relax, would you?" Wanda says. I watch as she stands up and walks over to me. She takes my hands and gently pulls me over to the bed. I should stop her, Peter will be back any moment. But I haven't stopped her before, so why would I now? After all, the adrenaline rush of almost getting caught is, in one word, addicting. 

My body drops onto the bed and, without her doing anything, I bring our lips together. This isn't her, this is me. I'm in control. I want this. Peter doesn't cross my mind as my hands run down her body or as I reach under her shirt to find she isn't wearing a bra. Things escalate quicker and further than usual between the two of us. Before long, my arm falls between our bodies and down her shorts. Her eyes shut as I make gentle circles over her clit.  A slight moan falls out of her mouth as she grabs my arm. 

"Someone's coming," she manages to breathe out and suddenly I've been pulled back to reality. I jump off of the bed as I hear someone slowly open the door. "Peter," I mumble as he opens the door. 

"Hey," he says as he notices Wanda, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I heard Y/N and wanted to see how the date went," she lies for me. Thank god. Peter knows I can't lie. 

Wanda soon leaves and it's just me and Peter left in our room. I take a seat at our desk and pull out my notepad, taking notes for my new suit's design. I show Peter a few of my ideas and he seems surprisingly interested. His interest probably shouldn't surprise me, I know he enjoys this sort of stuff, but his suit is much cooler than mine. Don't get me wrong, I love my suit but, compared to his, it's painfully mundane.

A/N:
Quote: Atticus Poetry.