Just Us - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Waffles

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(Christmas Eve)

I stir in bed, the feeling of complete calm and relaxation trapping me under the warm duvet, my eyes fluttering open as my hand searches for the body next to mine. Yet, it comes up cold, no one next to me. Nothing next to me but slightly warm bed sheets. With my eyes fully open I glance around the room, adjusting to the small stream of light that comes in through a gap in the curtains.

I groan as I stretch out my muscles, feeling some of my joints pop and crack, leg shaking as the muscle goes from being ridiculously tight to relaxed in mere moments. Rolling onto my front, I let the side of my face sink into the pillow as I take a steadying breath in. It smells like her.

The smile that grows on my face, simply by being enveloped by her smell knowing she stayed last night, is so big my cheeks start to hurt. Although we didn't do anything but simply hold each other, cuddle close and argue over whose turn it was to be the big spoon and the little spoon, with little to no clothes on I will forever remember the feeling of how intimate it was without being more than just what it was. Cuddling.

We actually spoke about a lot of things last night, including how - although we loved having sex with each other before - it is not the be all and end all of our relationship and we want to allow our bond to grow in different ways instead of letting it be added up to all our intimate moments. That doesn't mean we won't ever have sex again, because goddamn Wanda is too beautiful to not show her how much I love her and her body, but for now we aren't going to rush into things.

That being said, we are still going to her parents for boxing day with my family. Which might not seem like taking it slow but we have already met each other's parents so it only seems natural to spend such a meaningful holiday with them.

I am brought out of my wandering thoughts by a gentle knock at the door, my brows furrowing at why she doesn't just come in.

"Hey Y/n, it's Billy. Can I come in?"

I guess that answers that question.

"Hang on one second Billy. I just gotta finish changing." A say trying to sound like I have been up for ages, as I finally drag myself out of bed and over to the walk in wardrobe.

I easily find a fresh pair of nicely fitting sweatpants, a gym vest and a hoodie that Wanda brought me after our weekend with her parents. I chuckle when I see the bad joke on the front, a stick person pointing to a sign that says bad sign while the stick person has a speech bubble saying well that's a bad sign. I roll my eyes when I remember her childish giggles, her eyes full of love and humour as she held it up to me saying something along the lines of 'saw this, thought of your silly jokes, I had to get it.'

I grab some brightly coloured, stripy, fluffy socks and head towards the bedroom door. Turning the handle I trip backwards as Billy falls backwards through the door, obviously leaning his back against it while he waits on me, but my instincts are quicker and I manage to catch him under his armpits stopping him from hitting the ground.

"Whoops." Billy chuckles as he stands up turning on his heels to face me, smiling cheekily as he starts to rock back and forth on his heels. "Hello."

"Hello master Maximoff." His smile turns soft, as I raise my arm out to usher him in. "Come on in."

"You look like you just woke up." I hum as I walk to the bed and sit down on the edge of it to put my socks on.

"And what makes you think that?" I raise my brow at him, as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed with a smirk, too similar to his mother: mischievous.