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She saw you before you did her.
You met those wide green eyes for only a second before she ripped them away, robbing you the pleasure of studying them from across the room. Even from a distance, you kept track of her, watching how she was required to be present, but never allowed close enough to actually interact. When one of the other obnoxious guests you so reluctantly called your fellow businessmen needed even the smallest of things, she flew away to fulfill the request before retreating back to her corner. You would’ve thought her a maid if you didn’t already know her to be the new wife of the man’s house you currently sat in.
Wanda Maximoff was nothing short of beautiful, a delicate nature about her only enhanced by the very few words you’d heard her speak. She only talked when spoken to and when left to her own devices for long enough, you swore you could visibly see her drift off to some imaginary dream land. You wanted to know where she flew to— and if you could accompany her.
She was off limits, you knew this. Wanda was someone’s wife; to a man who barely had a backbone and clung to the thread of life harder every waking day, but still, she was married. Additionally, two women in an obvious relationship, particularly an affair, likely wouldn’t go over well with the people of the city; it wasn’t illegal, but that didn’t mean it was favored. There was risk in the simple act of approaching someone with the proposition of an extramarital affair, much more so on the homosexual front. Something told you though, as sweet and innocent as Wanda appeared, she had potential. And so you waited.
After a few rounds of play, you bowed out gracefully, ignoring the protests and weak jabs with the excuse that you needed air away from the smoke-filled room. The perfect reason to slide across the floor to where that curious woman sat, far enough for any conversation to go unheard. If she was trying to pretend you didn’t see her, she did a terrible job, her gaze following your path towards her until you were practically just a few feet away. In leaning against the wall closest to her you could just barely make out that Wanda’s face was flushed; whatever she thought about for so long must’ve been more riveting than the sloppy card playing actually in front of her. “Are you alright?”
Addressing her earned you a shocked look, as if she had to make sure you were in fact speaking to her. Your wide grin likened you to a wolf and she, your sheep; oh what you would give to reach out and brush the back of your hand against her pink cheeks right this moment. You could, brushing off any questions with the explanation that a doctor has a duty to look after anyone in need, but you resisted. Your touch would be too gentle a caress to convincingly pass as a neutral temperature check and besides, when you first met her skin, you wanted to be alone. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but Wanda’s darkened pupils revealed something more than the surprise on her features. There was something salacious about the way her eyes kept dropping to your lips, especially as she licked her own subconsciously, how she fiddled nervously with her hands to keep them distracted from whatever she couldn’t get out of her head.
Eventually Wanda seemed to remember there was a question she needed to answer because she straightened up, picking up her jaw where it’d gone a little slack, “I’m fine, simply daydreaming.”
“Oh? What about?” You wanted to know, needed to. There was no reasonable excuse for why you were so immediately enthralled with this woman other than she had a way about her. A way that no one you’d seen have in way too long a while; you wanted to keep it, study it. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted to know every layer Wanda Maximoff had to offer and then some… it remained to be seen if she’d grant you that privilege.
Wanda attempted to erase your inquiry, dismissing her own thoughts before you could get too invested. “Nothing interesting. I just have a tendency to have my head in the clouds,” her small smile ensnared your heart further and you found yourself smiling back. You barely knew her, but you wanted to; to be privy to all of her innermost thoughts and emotions, eliminate her insecurities and encourage her desires. “And you, what brings you over here?”
So many feelings were hitting you at once and it was your turn to stare blankly as your brain worked to catch up and rationalize this sudden intensity. Try as you might, there was no rhyme or reason except instant attraction and your mind wouldn’t rest until you had her. You’d make it happen. “I needed air not tainted with cigar smoke. Besides, it smells much sweeter over here with you.” The simple compliment had the other woman suppressing a whimper; this might be easier than you’d thought.
“Then I’ll open a window, wouldn’t want you to get lightheaded.” The brunette hurried over to the small window quickly as she could, struggling to open the window. Cool night air would calm the rapid beating of her heart, freeze away the invisible flames kissing her cheeks, anything to pull her back together a fraction. But try as she might, the window refused to budge.
Sadistically you watched Wanda struggle, admiring her long hair tied modestly behind her and imagining it down, free as the rest of her would be in the private world you vowed to create for the two of you. Eventually you helped, sandwiching the woman between the stone wall in front of her and your body behind. “Here, we’ll fix it together.” The position did nothing for her flustered state, but everything for her dreams of you. And you hoped she would dream of you.
Slightly calloused hands covered her delicate ones and together you pushed and pushed, using each thrust forward as a chance to push your hips into her ass, suddenly glad you’d worn pants tonight and cursing her many layers of dress if only because the fabric kept you from feeling the full outline of her against you. When the window finally opened, you let your body fall against hers heavier than it needed to, trapping Wanda in place while she failed to suppress her squirming. You wanted to comment, to lean in and whisper how you’d seen her face in the reflection as you pushed, brows furrowed and her lip between her teeth to silence any accidental noises— but you didn’t. Today wasn’t the day. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
Wanda nodded as you pulled away and she busied herself with straightening her dress, rumpled from being rocked against the thick wall. “I’d say so… Thank you for your help.” Her voice was quiet as always, but there was an airy, out of breath tone to it that exposed her arousal; she wanted you too, that was certain.
“Anytime, Mrs. Maximoff.” The buffoons behind you were beckoning you back to the table now, no doubt bored of each other’s terrible gaming skills. You could care less about them, but if you chose to stay with Wanda, they may have wondered why so reluctantly, you were forced to excuse yourself. “Ah, I’m being summoned… You should come see me about that faintness of yours. Dizzy spells and headaches can be nasty things if not properly dealt with.” When Wanda almost pouted with want you knew she’d understood your intentions. “Visit my shop whenever you’re free next; I’ll fix you right up.”
“I’ll make it my top priority.” Wanda rushed out, hands fisted in her dress to quell whatever impulsive action running through her devious little head. As soon as she could, she’d find her way to you.