About You

Strawberries

"Get up baby," Wanda announced, throwing herself on top of me as I slept.

I groaned and opened my eyes, placing my hands on her hips as she positioned herself on my lap. She giggled and placed loads of kisses over my face, each one holding her love for me.

"Wands," I groaned, "babe what are you doing?"

"We're going on a date," she smiled, "get up."

"Where are we going?" I asked with a smile.

"It's a surprise," she replied.

I hummed and placed my hands on her thighs, running my fingers up and down her bare legs. Her breath hitched slightly when I reached the top of her thighs, and her hands found their way onto my chest.

"Get up," she whispered, "we need to go."

I smirked, "you sure about that?"

She nodded but bit her bottom lip, "I'm going to get off you now."

"Okay," I smiled smugly, running my hand over the waistline of her shorts.

"Y/N/N," she shuddered, making no effort to move my hand away.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and shook her head slowly, "but we need to go baby."

"So ... get up," I smirked.

She hummed, reluctantly standing up and helping me up, "you owe me though."

"Owe you what Maximoff?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She traced her eyes over my body and bit her bottom lip, "get ready ... we'll leave in 10 minutes."

"Okay," I smirked.

She pecked my lips, forcing herself to pull back and walk away from the strong sexual tension.

"Wands," I shouted before she left the room.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning around with a smile.

"Where are we going?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she smiled, "just wear a summer dress, it's warm today."

I nodded, "okay, I- I'll see you in ten."

She smiled and closed my bedroom door behind her. I bit my bottom lip and smiled, quickly throwing on my summer dress and braiding my hair, finishing as Wanda opened my bedroom door, not bothering to knock first.

"I could've been naked," I smiled.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I've seen it all before."

I laughed and shook my head, slipping on my trainers and grabbing her hand, linking our fingers together.

"So ... where are we going?" I asked.

"Just shut up and follow me," she giggled, dragging me to the garage at the bottom of the tower.

"You don't own a car," I reminded her.

"Stark does," she smirked, pulling out his keys to the 2015 plate Lamborghini.

"If he finds out, he's going to kill you," I told her, getting in the car anyway.

"He's not going to find out," she smiled, "although I've never driven a car this expensive before."

"Okay princess," I giggled, "give me the keys, you can be on directions."

"Good idea," she agreed, scrunching her nose and getting out of the car so we could swap positions.