The Prophecy

Wide Awake

The days following my loss of the Darkhold were the hardest I'd had in a long time; I didn't sleep, I didn't eat and I didn't really speak. Wanda sat silently with me for most of it but our physical touch had decreased to none, she barely kissed me and every time she did, she'd pull away and tell me all she could think of was Natasha doing the same and every time I moved to hug her, she would flinch before realising who I was and then would relax again and in the nights when she was asleep next to me, I drifted off to a place far beyond this one.

My body was fully and consciously awake but my spirit was above my body in the air, flicking tirelessly through anything I could remember the Darkhold contained. Most of it was about my own spread of pages but there were spells I couldn't help but repeat over and over again until I wrote them down to get them out of my head. Not that anyone knows; but that's why I haven't slept, why I can't stop to eat or even breath - all I can think about is my prophecy and how Stark held the information on how I could change it.

It seemed the only option I really had was to become the sorcerer supreme and only then, with the power he held and with the time stone in my control, I could rewrite what was already written out for me. However the only way that was going to happen is if Strange died and as unhinged as I tend to have been in the past, killing people for the fun of it isn't exactly what Avengers do.

"Are you asleep?" Wanda whispered with her eyes still shut as I quickly entered my body again and hummed a no, turning to look at her as she turned around and gave me a sad smile.

"What's wrong?" I asked with furrowed brows, brushing her stray hair out of her face delicately.

"Do you have feelings for her?" she asked me quietly.

"Who?"

"Y/N/N," she sighed, "you've been close for almost a decade, sleeping with each other for half of that ... any other person would've caught feelings by now."

"I don't," I told her softly, "I really honestly don't ... I wouldn't be with you if I did."

"But you slept with her the second I left, you chose to do that," she exhaled shakily, "I know you technically didn't but it feels like you cheated on me."

I bit my cheek and looked between her eyes, "sleeping with her was convenience Wanda, you know what we had was superficial and it was no where near the same as what I have with you."

"Why do you use sex as a pastime?"

"What?" I asked, almost shocked.

"Don't do that, don't make me feel crazy; I've watched and observed you for a year, you have coping mechanisms that I can work out but this one ... I can't decipher it, I just don't understand why."

"So much of my life has been out of my control," I told her.

"I know," she whispered, "I understand the power thing and the anger, I really do ... but this one thing doesn't click into place, I can't figure it out."

"How much have you inferred?" I asked quietly.

"That something happened to you that you don't talk about but is the reason you approach sex like you do," she replied in a clear but slow voice.

I hummed and nodded, "I've never told anyone."

"You can tell me if you want," she whispered, linking our hands together under the duvet as I looked between her eyes and exhaled shakily through my nose.

"I just ... I grew up in a place where we didn't really learn what we needed to about normal parts of life, there wasn't exactly anyone to give us the birds and the bees talk," I explained, "we also didn't really know what was normal and what wasn't ... so when one of the guards grew quite fond of me, I didn't really know what was wrong about it. I'd never seen any kind of relationship before and it made me feel good."

She looked between my eyes and nodded in understanding, "how old were you?"

"11," I exhaled.

"Baby," she whispered.

I hummed and nodded, "it's okay, it was so long ago I barely even remember it, it's not that big of a deal."

"You've never spoken about it with anyone?"

I shook my head.

"So it affects you more than it doesn't," she concluded, "that makes sense ... you're allowed to let those things affect you, it's literally changed the way you experience sex."

I smiled sadly and shrugged.

"Can I ask you a question? You really don't have to answer if you're done talking about this," she mumbled.

"No, it's okay," I nodded.

"Did he ..."

"Yeah," I cut her off, "anything you're thinking off ... yes."

She exhaled sharply and wrapped her arms around me to pull me into a hug.

"I love you," she whispered for the first time since our breakup as I gave her a soft smile and hurried my face into the crook of her neck.

"I love you too," I mumbled, "and I'm so so sorry."

She nodded quickly before placing a kiss on my cheek and slowly moving to kiss my lips, brushing them lightly as she cupped my cheek and gently pressed our lips together. Exhaling shakily I sunk into her lips as she smiled slightly and slowly climbed on top of me, her hands still on my cheeks as I sat up to follow her lips. Her hands slowly travelling down my body to lift my jumper over my head as our lips parted briefly so she could undress me as my hands wrapped around her neck to pull our lips back together again as she smiled, kissing me a little harder, her grip tightening down my body until she reached my hips, squeezing them rhythmically.

"Wanda," I exhaled shakily as she hummed and lightly rubbed her thumbs over my lower stomach.

"Your skin has always been so soft," she whispered, moving her kisses to my neck, lightly nipping at the skin as she rocked her hips against me.

"I love you," I told her softly, closing my eyes as she placed a single kiss on my lips and slipped one of her hands between my legs, running herself up the length of my core, a shaky breath slipping from my lips.

"You're mine," she whispered against my lips, "to kiss, to love, to fuck ... don't forget that again."

I hummed and nodded, opening my eyes and looking up at her with her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Never," I told her softly, tangling my hands in her hair as she pushed herself against me.

A small moan slipped from my lips as she exhaled with a smile and looked down to watch my face contort as she explored my folds with the arousal actively leaking out of me, her middle finger locating my clit as she rolled around it and hummed while I bucked my hips up into her for the friction I was missing out on.

"Please," I whispered.

She hummed a no with a growing smirk as she tirelessly rolled my sensitive bud, "you're not in the position to be making request right now."

I groaned and leaned my head back while she kissed my neck, drawing a string of gasp from my lips as my opening weeped to be touched, begged for her fingers but she refused, focusing solely on my clit as my back arched off the mattress and she moved faster.

"Look at you, so desperate for me," she smirked, moving harder and fast with ounces of love drifting between us.