The Witch's Shadow (Wanda Maximoff x Girl)

Ten

The next morning I woke up to someone tracing patterns on my arm. "Good morning," I said as I opens my eyes to look at her.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you," she said as she hurriedly pulled her hand off my arm.

"It's fine, it felt nice." I rolled onto my stomach and said, "you can keep doing it if you want." She hesitated a moment before ever so lightly touching my back. Her light touch sent a shiver through me and made me want more. I guess it had been a while since I'd had human contact that I'd actually wanted. And I did want hers, more than I'd thought I would.

After a few minutes her light hesitant touches got firmer, exploring my back more. The hem of my shirt had ridden up a few inches and her fingers grazed my exposed skin. Very slowly she started to scratch it and I moaned lightly at the sensation, surprising both of us.

"Is this ok?"

"Yes," I breathed out as I pulled my shirt up, exposing more of my back for her. I felt her weight shift on the bed and then she was straddling me. The sudden change surprised me but I kinda liked the weight of her on me. Her hands danced over my skin, nails teasing me slightly. I sighed deeply and and she laughed as I pressed into her hands. Her knuckles press into me, massaging the tension that is always there.

A new feeling washes over me and I want nothing more than to see her. Before she can register it, I flash so that now I'm facing up and her hands are pressed into my stomach. It takes her a moment to register that her hands are now on my abs and not my back, but when she does, she starts tracing the outline of them lightly. Her brows furrow in concentration and her bottom lip gets captured by her teeth.

She's easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot. The way that she's straddling me brings back the dream and suddenly my face is red and I shift under her. She glanced up at me and asks, "are you alright? I can get off if this is too much."

She moves and I grab her hips, holding her in place. I've never wanted touched more than I did right now. She looks surprised by my grip, but not uncomfortable. "Sorry, I just.. didn't realize how touch starved I actually am," I tell her. Not technically a lie, but also not technically the entire truth.

Her hands resume their movements on my stomach, "yeah I guess I am too. This is the longest I've had physical contact since my brother.. died. He was a very affectionate person and would always hug me several times a day," she tells me. "But since he's gone, it's definitely been a while."

"Would you like a hug?" I offer, holding my arms open.

She looks unsure, "are you sure? I mean I'm already sitting on you."

"Yes, please," I tell her, my voice practically quivering with anticipation.

"Ok," she says, still unsure, but she folds down onto me and wraps her arms around me as much as she can.

The weight of her immediately releases the rest of the tension in my body as she snuggles closer to me. My arms wrap around her, pulling her tightly to me as I half bury my face in her hair. I breathe deeply, letting her strawberry shampoo wash over me.

"Your heart is racing," Wanda whispers against my neck.

Because a beautiful woman is laying on me, I think and then immediately hope she didn't hear that.

Wanda's head raises up slightly, her eyes locking onto mine in a way that tells me she did in fact head my thought just then. There's a question dancing in her eyes, "you can ask," I tell her. "You can ask me anything."

"Have.. have you and Nat, really never.." she trails off as she suddenly looks unsure. "I mean, I've seen how you two flirt sometimes and I know you said that you haven't but.."