The Girl in Purple (Pietro Maximoff) #Wattys2015

The Girl Who Didn't Understand

She didn't quite understand how he'd been resurrected from the dead and to be honest, she didn't care. T.A.H.I.T.I., blue aliens, serums- none of it mattered. All Arrabella cared about was that Pietro was alive and well. Alive, now there was a word she never thought she'd associate with him again.

Nonetheless, it was good to have him back and now with HYDRA disbanded and crushed, the female was finally free, free to be in love and live a good life.

 Arrabella smiled as she awoke from her broken sleep. Although she was still tired, she was incredibly comfy in the king-size bed, with it's plump pillows and silk sheets. Heaven. The female stretched her arms and expected to find Pietro beside her. He wasn't. She frowned and sat up, his side of the bed was empty. Where could he be?

Then the bathroom door opened and emerged from the steamy depths, humming an unknown tune, came an Adonis. Pietro.

She quickly feigned sleep, keeping one eye open to watch him walk towards the wardrobe door.

He opened it quietly, glancing over his shoulder to check that he had not woken her. She quickly closed her eyes, making sure to look peaceful.

Pietro chuckled to himself (eheheh) and continued to look for the clothes he wanted.

She re-opened her eyes and smiled slyly to herself. Boy, did he look good in nothing but a towel. His skin still glistened with water droplets. When the chinks of sunlight that shone through the gaps in the curtains, hit his bare skin, he sparkled.

Like Edward Cullen, she giggled mentally. She was comparing Quicksilver to Edward Cullen. She wondered how he would react to that comparison?

But he was truly something to gaze at. She memorised the curve of his shoulders, the dip of his spine and the smoothness of his skin. And he was all hers! She thought cheekily. All hers.

She especially wondered what was underneath the towel...

Maybe it was best not to think of something like that. It made her blush a vibrant shade of crimson.

Slipping silently out of the bed, She strode over to the handsome male. Without him noticing that she was awake, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his firm torso, kissing his bare shoulder. She had to stand in tiptoes as her lips travelled to his jawline. She could feel him grin as he picked out a white cotton shirt. "Why, good morning to you too."

Arrabella breathed in his intoxicating scent, his skin still slightly warm from the shower. "Mornin'." the female giggled.

He slowly turned around, her arms still around his middle. Mmm, she liked him in this light too. His defined body was absolutely perfect, she wished that she could take a photo of his beautiful abs and save it as her screen saver. What a lovely screen saver it would make.

"How are you this morning, darling?"

Mmm, she just loved the way that Pietro called her that.

Damn, she really needed to break away from these distracting thoughts. "I'm good, you?" she grinned, staring up at his elegant face.

He gently cupped her face in his hands. "Fine. Looking forward to a normal today," he grinned back. "especially since you're here."

She grinned mischievously. "Hmm, well I might not be."

He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Oh?"

"Yeeeaaah, I mean, another avenger might come along and try to sweep me off my feet. It might be rude if I decline their offer."

"Well, maybe I'll just have to steal you back."

"I don't know, I don't see you as much of a smuggler."

His eyes twinkled with playfulness. "i think I could be quite a good smuggler."

Suddenly his lips were upon hers as he stole a kiss. Hmm, maybe he had potential?

When he pulled away, he laughed at her shocked expression. She was just too adorable. "Ok," she cleared her throat. "smuggler it is!"

He planted another kiss on her lips. "You're such a dope."

"I'm your dope."

"That you are, little love."

He chuckled, pulling away from her fully. "I'm just gonna get dressed."

"'Okay..."'

He walked towards the bathroom."'Okay...'"

"'Okay...'"

He disappeared into the other room. "OKAY!"

A normal day, that sounded absolutely wonderful.