DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN CHERRY. ALL SUPERHEROES AND SUCH ARE OWNED BY MARVEL AND SONY AND WHOEVER ELSE. THIS IS JUST A SLICE OF FANGIRL PIE
A/N: I have no excuses. One of these days Im going to get back on the plot, but I just want to write these two together because they're in so much denial in all my threads and they give me all the feels. It's the only way I get to vent lol.
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Wong surprised her.
He tried not too. He knew how easily she startled, but he couldn’t help himself. This latest crusade had kept him away from her for too long. It had been weeks. Wounds that were closed, but healing ached. He hurt in a way that let him know that he was alive. The kind that made you want to ignore the horrors that you’d seen and bury yourself into the first set of soft arms you came across like the old poets wrote about. She had been the only thing he could think of coming back to.
She wasn’t in the Sanctum. She wasn’t even in New York. He found her in Malibu in Stark’s old residence. The one that had been bombed when he bit off more than he could chew. She’d told him that Stark had it rebuilt for her, left it in her name. She didn’t come here for a myriad of reasons…but she was here now.
Cherry stood looking out the great windows towards the ocean. Wong couldn’t think of a better vision if he had tried. She was framed in the golden light of mid morning, the air smelling of sea salt and warm vanilla. She was wearing a nightgown of champagne colored satin that hung to her thighs. It left her arms bare and he could just make out the silhouette of her curves through the morning light. He’d never seen her in something like that. Of course he didn’t because she was clearly wearing it for herself. She wouldn’t something like that around the Sanctum. Her hair hanging in loose curls down to the middle of her back. He loved looking at her, watching her. He couldn’t help it. She was beautiful.
Her shoulders shudder a little and he could make out the softest sound. Was she…crying?
He was to her in an instant, his feet carrying him to her side without a thought, hands on her bare shoulders, shushing her at the startled sound that came out of her mouth. He could feel the tremors under his hands, the shivers as she looked up at him, in disbelief. She had been crying, he could see the wet tracks on her cheeks. Over him? Elders, had anyone cried over him before?
“Wong…” She started, but he shushed her again, turning her, pulling her to him. She was soft as always, warm and sweet smelling. His mind was in Madripoor as she yielded under his hands. Those memories may have been the only thing that got him through this damn trial. His hands were in her hair, leaning down to kiss her brow, her salty cheeks, as he felt her clutch at him and he could hear the small sobs of relief in her throat.
“I’m sorry…It’s okay,” He murmured, working closer to edge of her lips as her arms encircled his neck. “I’m here,” He sighed into her mouth, finally feeling the tension he’d been holding his body finally disappear. He wasn’t aware he’d been holding it until it gone. His hands went to her waist, pulling her up off her feet as he kissed her softly. Her legs wrapped around him as she if she was was scared he’d disappear from her, anchoring herself to him as she was the one to deepen the kiss. Desperation edged her mouth as she crushed herself to him and he held her back as tightly as he dared.
“Thought you were gone-“ The words came broken in between small gasps air between the kisses, her fingers deep in his hair, sending shivers down his spine. “I couldn’t be in the Sanctum anymore - - -so scared you were- - -“ She never finished and she didn’t have to. Wong knew how much she’d lost, knew that she couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. She broken the kisses to rest her forehead against his, to pull herself back before she shattered in front of him.
Wong wondered if she was as frightened by the intensity of her feelings for him as he was for her. He’d never known anything like this…and he feared he never would.
“Im here now, darling,” He murmured. “I promise it’s over and I’m here…”
Wong was suddenly grateful for Stark’s decision of an open floor plan as he walked over to the kitchenette, and settled Cherry on the counter. She still clutched at him, legs still hooked around him. Her eyes are so damn large they threaten to swallow him, tears clinging to edge of her dark lashes.
“Cherry…” He was starting to wonder if he’d really hurt her by being gone so long. He hadn’t meant to, but a mission was a mission and he was the sorcerer supreme There was no way he could take her with him. He was about to say so when she surprised him, pulling herself closer to him. Heat coursed through him as the look in her eyes changed, The need there taking on an edge that captured his attention.
He didn’t know who kissed first. It seemed like they crashed into each other like the waves below. He fell into that kiss, opening his mouth, feeling the heat of her, the slickness of her tongue, the sharp edge of her teeth, the way her voice quivered in her throat. It spurned him on, his hands moved down the soft curves of her body, down her arms to cup her breasts and feel her arch into his hands. He moved from her mouth to her throat, her fingers still in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, it made him groan softly against her skin.
Her nightgown was somehow the most scandalous thing he’d seen her in despite it being perfectly modest. Golden spaghetti straps hung over her shoulders and the satin texture teased his hands as squeezed her breasts hearing her breath out his name. He’d be damned if he was going to die on some god forsaken hill when she could undo his life with a very word. The thoughts that raced through him as he dipped his head lower, his mouth on the hardening peak of her breasts, tongue pressing against the bud through the silken fabric. Her heels dug into him as she tightened her leg making the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard.
No, he wasn’t going to do this here. He finally had enough sense as her voice and heavy breaths filled the kitchen as he continued to ravish her. She deserved so much more after what he'd done.
“Not here,” He murmured, echoing the thoughts in his head as he saw the confusion in her face as he stopped. He gathered her up in his arms like before, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her weight against him a reminder that he was home, he was with her again, and knew a part of him was never going to fit in his soul correctly without her close by. Walking with purpose, he moved towards the bedroom, her lips capturing his again and he growled into her mouth. “I spent weeks dreaming you, darling. I’m not going to ravish you on the counter,”
Her eyes bright with unspent tears and need, need for him, as she met his, “But you are going to ravish me?” She asked in a way that made him nearly set her down take her against the wall. How did she managed to sound so innocent and so wonton at the same time?
His hand found the door handle and he pushed it open perhaps with more force than needed, but he didn’t care as his lips found her neck again, the smell of her hair and skin making him dizzy, “Oh, I plan to ravage you,” He groaned with promise, kicking to door shut with his heel, filled with the sound of her girlish giggles as they found each others mouths once again.
(Ohh I had to think about this as I wasn’t expecting it XD Since you didn’t specify, you get both 😏)
Cherry:
“I’ve always felt safe with my Nattie and I feel safe with Natasha too. I’ve always felt drawn to hide in her arms and I wonder what it would feel like to stay there, pressed against her, and listening to one another’s heartbeats”
Wong:
“Her lips are beautiful. Full, rosy, and painted, articulate. I wonder sometimes about crushing mine against them, biting them…I know she speaks other languages…I’d like to see foreign words spill from those lips. I’d like to make her speak in tongues”
Nat: "I've had more than one thought of being caught between her and Wong. Just...helpless, but not in a bad way...but yes, helpless and safe between their bodies is...definitely an idea I've had.
Bo: They're beautiful and unearthly and I wonder what it would feel like to just...surrender to them. Something tells me that would be a very bad idea, but it's so tempting.
Wong:
"I'd like to bend her over my desk, to make her quiet when someone walks by, to see her love and hate me at the same time as I push her,"
