chapter fiftysix

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV
                          
I spent the morning pushing past the fog threatening to cloud my mind, focusing instead on planning my date with Wanda. 
                          
The redhead slept until noon, her arms draped loosely around my shoulders, preventing me from moving without waking her. 
                          
When she finally woke, she placed a soft kiss on my forehead and tightened her hold on me, dragging me further up the bed so my face was level with hers.
                          
"Morning, детка (baby)." Wanda whispers hoarsely as she buries herself into my neck sleepily.
                          
"Afternoon."
                          
"Mmm?"
                          
"It's one pm."
                          
A strangled groan tickled against my skin and I felt the arms around my waist tighten when I move to get out of the bed. 
                          
"But so comfy here."
                          
I chuckle and continue trying to worm my way out of her grasp but Wanda has other ideas, yanking me back towards her.
                          
"No."
                          
"Wan-"
                          
"нет (no)." She growled, her accent thick. 
                          
It sounded like a warning. A warning I wanted to push. 
                          
Biting my lip against the smirk threatening to give me away, I roll my entire body weight into Wanda, looping one leg over her hips and forcing myself out of my nook against the wall and on top of her. 
                          
As I move to swing my other leg over and jump off the bed, a spiral of scarlet energy wraps around me, holding me in place.
                          
"я сказал нет (I said no)." 
                          
Wanda must've told me the translation in my head because I understood what she had commanded as her eyes glow, the ropes twisting around my torso. 
                          
Not bothering to hide the mischievous look on my face, I ignite my own eyes, focusing on the sofa and teleporting out of Wanda's bounds into the next room.
                          
"THAT'S CHEATING!"
                          
Wanda comes racing in from the other room and I jump over the sofa to create a barrier.
                          
"Well, one could argue so was using your powers to tie me up. Thought you could trap me, huh? Have to catch me first, Maximoff."
                          
We were edging slowly around the sofa, both of us trying to get a plan of action from the other's thoughts whilst protecting our own. Wanda fakes a right before leaping straight over the back of the sofa and grabs hold of me. 
                          
I squeal as she sweeps me off my feet and dumps me onto the cushions, straddling my hips and pinning my wrists down above me.
                          
"Would you look at that? It appears that you are trapped."
                          
I feebly fight her hold on my wrists while I roll my eyes at her smirking above me. Her fingers tighten and I swear I see her pupils dilate as she rakes her eyes down my body. 
                          
The way she's boring down at me makes my thighs clench and I have to dart my eyes away, hoping my cheeks don't betray the flush I was beginning to feel.
                          
Wanda releases my wrists causing me to glance back up at her. She had sat back, still positioned just above my hips, with a huge grin on her face.
                          
"What are you grinning at?"
                          
"Nothing."
                          
"Uh-huh, whatever." I make a pouty face, shoving myself up and toppling her off of me onto the sofa, Wanda cackling the whole time.