Kinkmas

(Bonus Fluff Chapter)

Summary: Once the three of you eventually manage to get out of bed, it's time to open the presents, a small, velvety box with your name written on it waiting to be opened. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Tags: Pure Fluff, No smut. 

A/N: This is the second part to 'Christmas Morning'

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Soft laughter filled the beautifully decorated living room as you all sat on the sofa together, your head resting against Natasha's shoulder as you watched Wanda go first to open all of her presents, a shy smile playing on her lips at the amount of them, your fingers playing with Natasha's absentmindedly.

"You shouldn't have gotten me so much..." She trails off, biting her lip as her gaze flickers over the abundance of wrapped up gifts, the Christmas themed wrapping being admired by the witch as she picks up her first present, her enticing green turning towards you both, smile still shy.

"Why? You deserve everything and more Malyshka," Natasha murmurs softly towards Wanda, creating a warmth to bubble in the witch's chest as she sits on the seat closer to the tree, her fingers itching to reveal the gift, a childish excitement brewing in her.

Once she met your loving gazes once more, she smiled at you a little more confidently now, her fingers delicately tearing away the strips of paper to discover what her gift was, a giggle leaving her lips at the gag gift that was in the box, the corner of your lips tugging up at the angelic noise.

"Really?" She chuckled out, her hands carefully pulling out the three stuffed toys that were in the box, her head shaking at most likely your antics as she revealed the three figures to you, Natasha's grin widening.

The redhead's gaze turned to your humoured one at the sight of the three of you in merchandise form, your avenger's title making it easy for you to find a funny gift like that to start the day off, your eyes drifting away from the alluring emerald to look over the soft figures once again, another laugh leaving you.

"They were just so cute, I couldn't resist," you reason, the witch looking at them with a soft, tender look, placing them down carefully on the sofa next to her and propping them up, a gentle expression taking over your face as you could tell she secretly loved them, the smile on her lips etched onto her face.

Wanda continued to unwrap her presents that yourself and the spy had bought from her, her smile growing wider and wider at each thoughtful gift, her red tendrils surrounding the wrapping paper that had made its way to the floor, gently floating them over to the rubbish bag you had gone to retrieve as you asked for her to wait before opening the last present from you and the spy.

Your gaze met Natasha's as you cuddled back into her side, her strong arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, sensing your nerves as you waited for the witch to stop trying to figure out what her last gift was, the Russian's fingers tracing random patterns against your curves as watched the witch with you.

"Relax Krasotka, she'll love it," the Russian whispers at your ear, her lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple to ease your nerves, her fingers interlocking with yours, knowing how you loved to trace over the smooth skin of her digits and caress her knuckles.

Both of you observed as Wanda eagerly pulled away the wrapping paper, a child-like innocence taking over her as she smiles widely in excitement, her green that were overflowing with curiosity softening, her gaze flickering to you after realising what the present was.

"I love it," Wanda whispers, honesty lacing her tone as her gaze is drawn back to the photo album of the three of you, various pictures making her heart melt as she flicks through the pages. One of her favourites is of one Natasha took of the three of you sprawled out on the same sofa somehow, your body squished in between theirs as the film played on in the background, your face clearly indicating how tired you were as you slept in the awkward position, the witch looking at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Another one of her favourites was a recent photo that you had taken of the witch and spy in the kitchen, Natasha's hands holding onto Wanda's hips as they swayed to the soft Christmas music that played, unaware of you snapping the intimate photo of them both gazing longingly at each other.