Can I request Wanda Maximoff with prompt 5?
You absolutely can! Here you go!
“They really don’t get it, do they?”
Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 655
Triggers: N/A
Your hand clasped in hers in a reassuring gesture, you offered her a small squeeze, reminding her that you were there, at her side, that you weren’t about to disappear and leave her to deal with this alone. The sound of her irritated exhalation tempted the corners of your lips up into amusement, wondering just how long this was going to take the idiot before you to realise what was blatantly obvious in front of them.
“I’m really not interested,” she repeated, slowly losing any kindness that she had entertained him with at the beginning of the exchange, something that felt as if it was ages ago. There was a sharpness to her tone, one that any person with half a brain might take as a warning, a sign that they should stop before they dig themselves any further into this hole they found themselves in.
“Aw, come on love,” he whined, clearly unaware that he had been completely rejected from the get go. There was the shine of a challenge in his eyes, as if the woman who was practically curling herself into your side for comfort, reassurance and a sense of calm was simply playing hard to get. “Your little friend can come too,” he added as if it were an afterthought, eyes flashing towards you with excitement.
A scoff fell from your lips before you could even think to reign it in, feeling that same lack of empathy for the man that continued to push his point that Wanda had been clearly showing for a while now. Ignoring the man entirely, you turned to Wanda with a bemused smirk. “They really don’t get it, do they?”
The corners of her lips lifted at your words, slowly raising until a playful smirk mimicked your own. “Perhaps he needs a visual explanation?” she spoke in a soft tone, one you knew all too well, one you were glad to say was reserved for you and you alone.
A light laugh slipped from your lips, fading into nothing as she took a step closer. It didn’t matter how many times you found yourself in that position, so close you could feel the hint of her breathe dancing across your lips, so close that the warmth of her skin seemed to creep towards you, sending tingles down your spin. Perhaps it didn’t hold that same mystery that your first kiss had, but it still contained that magic that stole your breath away before your lips even met.
A shift forwards, and your lips were on hers, no hesitance in the way you melded into one another, no hesitance in the way your hands reached out for her, taking a gentle hold of her waist as you pulled her even closer until there was not a breath of air between you. A gasp at the sensation that never failed to have your senses on high alert, and she took advantage of the moment, running her tongue against your lower lip in a silent plea to deepen the kiss. You had barely acknowledged it, barely shifted your weight to allow her further, when a sound broke you apart.
A low moan from your side suddenly had you painfully aware of the man that was somehow still standing there, apparently still not getting the damn message that he wasn’t wanted. Pulling apart with a disappointed sigh, you threw the man a filthy look for disrupting your moment, but it was nothing in comparison to the down right fury that settled in the red heads gaze. A quick gulp was all you had time for before your hands were busy holding back your girlfriend from throwing herself at the man in rage.
“Get it now?” you spoke in a sharp tone, barely glancing at him before your attention returned to the woman who was struggling to keep herself calm in your arms. “You’re very much not a part of this.”
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