"You do realize, at some point, we're going to have to get out of bed."
You couldn't stop smiling a second before, your legs resting up on the headboard as your witch crawled back into bed after her shower, still damp, and kissed your lips upside down. But then you processed what she said, and it had you pouting when she pulled away only slightly to brush away some hair from your face.
"Don't wanna."
She chuckled, humming after you leaned up to steal another kiss and you smiled into it.
You were wrapped up in the sheet and she was only in her towel, holding it closed with one hand, but it was forgotten when you deepened the kiss, the two of you rolling back around in bed for another hour, leading into the late morning.
It had been a month since she moved in and even though you had heard those three words from her a week before she had her stuff shipped over, you still couldn't help but feel like it was the first time all over again.
You were left speechless for a long time, but it didn't take a genius to tell you, you felt the same for her and you blurted it back in a jumble of words, making your witch laugh out of pure happiness.
"I love you so much." You told her as you ran the tips of your fingers up and down her arm, and her other arm was draped over your middle as you both cuddled up against the headboard, the two of you still trying to catch your breath.
"Mm, you better," She smirked, reaching up to guide your chin down to kiss her, "Because I'm crazy about you, sweetheart."
You smiled softly and she sleepily cuddled further into you, ready to waste the day away in the best possible way known to man.
You had asked her not to tell everyone what had happened, wanting to just put it behind you and not having to explain it all when they asked questions, and she respected your wishes. They knew something happened, it was kind of inevitable that they would, but they didn't know the details, and they knew it was over with, so they moved on too.
When the two of you did eventually get up, around one, you hopped in the shower while she made you both some food. By the time you got out, she was finishing up and you sat on the counter before she stepped between your legs, feeding you a berry.
"Good shower?" She asked, not waiting for an answer before she captured your lips with hers in a slow kiss, her hands on your hips, pressing further in when she could taste the berry flavor in your mouth.
"Would've been better if you had joined me." You told her truthfully, earning a groan from your witch when your thumb traced over her bottom lip, dragging it down slowly before letting it pop back in its place.
"I made pancakes." She offered and you smirked, your eyes lingering on her lips well after she spoke.
"I'd much rather eat something else." You leaned over to whisper hotly in her ear, going to nip just below it, and she moaned lowly, making you smile against her skin as you kissed your way across her jaw.
"Is that all you ever think about?" She chastised playfully and you chuckled.
"Mm, I wanna say no," You smirked, pulling back a little to blatantly check her out, "But when you're only wearing my shirt, you make it hard."
"I have shorts on." She argued, lifting the shirt slightly to reveal the style of pants and you bit your lip, forcing yourself to look away.
"Those aren't real shorts, love," You groaned, trying to focus, "Those are a certain type of underwear called boy shorts."
"So, I'm," She thought about it for a moment, peering back up at you after letting the shirt fall back into place, "Wearing your underwear? Explains why they're a bit tight for real shorts, I thought you were just the cheeky type."
"Jesus, Max, you're gonna kill me." You couldn't believe how wrecked your voice was after just talking about this, but something about Wanda always did that to you.
You grabbed her ass in both hands over her shirt, pulling her closer to you as you continued your torture on her neck, marking her as yours. She tilted her head to give you more access as her eyes fell shut and you smirked against her skin, leaving fresh marks near the ones you left last night.
"I can't even walk straight," She whispered breathlessly, and you chuckled into her neck at how troubled she sounded about it, "I don't think I can go another round."
"Too tired?" You guessed smugly and she whimpered quietly when you pulled away to run your hands up her back comfortingly.
"Too sensitive."
She bit her lip after telling you, the memory of last night clearly flashing through her mind in that moment, and you smashed your lips against hers in a bruising kiss, making her dip back a little by the force of it. Her arms wrapped around your neck as your legs crossed just over her backside.
"Can we skip the pancakes?" You mumbled between kisses, both of you already panting a bit, "I'm kind of in the mood for something else."
She kept kissing you as she considered it, her hands running through your hair to pull just enough to have you gasping into her mouth, and she smiled mischievously. You were both slowly learning the other's quirks and turn ons, and loving every second of it.
"How many people have you been with?" She suddenly asked, pulling away to search your eyes as your face scrunched up in surprised confusion.
"Uh – what?"
"I was watching a show and they called it a...body count?" She thought back, still unsure as to why she was even watching that trash reality show, but you had told her it was probably a guilty pleasure to some, so she left it at that, "It's how many people you've had-"
"Yeah, yeah," You cut her off with a cringe, "I know what it means."
"So...how many? All women?"
"Um, well, no," You grimaced, "When I was younger, there was a few guys," You couldn't look her in the eyes, feeling heated, but not in the way you would've liked to be right now, "But uh, probably...thirty? Maybe forty?"
You braced yourself for the judgement, but when you finally glanced up at her, you just found her in deep thought, and that almost made it worse.
"Forty people?" She muttered, "That's...impressive."
"Impressive? Don't think that's the word I'd use," You chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension, but she apparently didn't feel anything other than just the two of you making conversation, "Why? What's your number?"
"I don't want to say."
"Oh, come on! You made me do it." You teased, pulling on her sleeve, and she sighed in defeat.
"It's just one."
You raised your eyebrows, gaping at her, and you opened your mouth to respond, but you were deemed speechless for a long moment.
"Wait, one? As in..."
"Just you." She finished confidently.
"Max," You melted at the small, shy smile she had on her lips, but then you turned a bit angry with yourself, "Why didn't you tell me? I would've made our first time special."
Your guys' first time was the longest you've ever waited to sleep with someone in your life, but you just figured it was better to take it slow with someone who you could actually see yourself falling in love with and she never brought it up.
But by the time it did happen, the two of you were so worked up, it was rushed and heated and even though it was hot as hell, it didn't have the flare that some people prefer for their first.
"It was special," She argued, "Because it was with you."
"I don't know what I did to deserve you," You felt like you could cry, she was just so sweet and perfect, "But I do know I love you with all my heart and thank you for letting me be your first."
"Wanna be my fiftieth too?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows, and you laughed.
"I don't think that's how it-" She started kissing your neck, biting down when she reached your collarbone, and you stifled a moan, nodding, "Yeah, okay, let's go make it fifty."
