Thursday (GxG)

Thursday (GxG)

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Completed :) 'I stopped dead in my tracks when I felt Peggy's hands on my knees. She had the biggest smirk on her face. "It was in my way." She replied. "Oh okay." I submitted, she'd managed to captivate me with one touch. This woman could tell me to do absolutely anything right now and I would comply. She raised her hand and brought it to my face, brushing a loose hair out the way, causing my whole body to melt under her touch. She moved closer to me, stopping just a few inches away from my lips. "I want you, Logan." She whispered whilst fiddling with my collar, softly biting her lip. "M-Me?" I stuttered, trying to push out the word. Peggy nodded at me, smirking.' Book 2: History (Miss Lois POV)
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Book 2 of Guilty as Sin ... "Have you thought about me?" Wanda asked. My breath caught. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say something dry, detached, graduate-level mature. But it wouldn't come. "Every day," I whispered. That's when it happens. Her hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek like she's trying to memorize the shape of me again. I feel the warmth of her breath before her lips ever touch mine. And then, she kisses me. Her mouth is urgent, almost angry with need, and I match it. God, I match it. My hands twist into her shirt, pulling her close like I could fall through her if I'm not careful. She tastes like mint tea and memory, familiar and foreign all at once. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp against her mouth, and she uses that breathless space to kiss me deeper, like she's trying to pour years of silence down my throat just to be closer. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect because this wasn't a reunion, it was a reckoning. ___ Wanda Maximoff x Y/N gxg

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