Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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It was warm.
Not the lazy kind of warmth you got from sunlight through a window, but the kind that seeped deep into you, blooming in your chest and curling around your ribs.
I was walking next to her, our fingers tangled together like they'd been that way forever. Every brush of her thumb over my hand sent a little spark up my arm. I didn't look at her, but I felt her. Everywhere all at once.
The world around us blurred, like nothing outside this moment mattered. My laughter came easily, bubbling out without effort, and she leaned in just enough that her shoulder brushed mine.
We stopped, and she pulled me closer and closer until there was no space left between us. My hands slid up her chest, feeling the slow, even rise and fall. Her scent was warm and familiar... intoxicating.
Her arms wrapped tight around me, and my head tilted back automatically, my lips parting in invitation. I felt her breath ghost against my mouth, felt the moment tighten with heat and certainty.
Ready for the kiss I already knew would undo me.
Yelena.
Her green eyes locked on mine, bright and knowing, and that faint smirk tugged at her lips a split second before I leaned up and I—
I jolted awake, breath catching hard in my throat.
The room was dim, quiet except for the faint hum of a vent. My heart was still thudding too fast, my skin prickling with leftover heat from the dream.
It took me a moment to realize I wasn't alone.
Wanda's arms were draped around me, her body curled protectively against mine, her breath soft and even against my hair.
Not Yelena. Wanda.
What the hell was that? Why was I dreaming...
No.
I wasn't touching that question right now.
At least Wanda was asleep. If she'd been awake, she would've felt it, or not felt it. My thoughts. I still don't understand why, with just the flash of Yelena in my mind, Wanda's power can't feel me.
Just another complication in an already tangled mess.
But last night... last night was magic.
Wanda had taken me to a small, tucked-away diner. The kind of place with worn leather booths and a neon light buzzing faintly. But it was perfect.
We talked effortlessly from light banter to deeper truths.
I learned about her childhood in Sokovia, and her voice softened when she spoke of her late brother, Pietro. There was a shadow in her eyes, a grief still raw under the surface, but she didn't shy away from it. It felt like she wanted me to know him, even if only through her memories.
