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.
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Wanda Maximoff x Y/N
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"Tell me to stop," Y/N exhaled.
Lizzie's fingers curled into Y/N's jacket, knuckles white against the fabric, holding on tight like she was the one barely holding it together.
Her chest rose and fell, lips parting on a shaky breath, "Don't."
Y/N snapped. Her mouth crashed against Lizzie's, desperate, hungry, all those weeks of built-up tension finally breaking loose between them.
Lizzie whimpered into her mouth, soft and broken like she hadn't expected Y/N to kiss her like this.
Y/N's hands slid into Lizzie's hair, fingers tangling deep at the roots, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to give in and let Y/N take whatever she wanted.
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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
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