Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Oneshots)

Never Knew You Needed Me* (Wanda)

I lean forward slightly, just to be a little closer to you as I charm you with a grin. "That sounds like a beautiful idea."

"Great!" you beam. "So..." You struggle to come up with something else to say, to propose a meeting.

That's okay. Once you're officially mine, you'll never have to worry about such things.

"Come back in a week?" I suggest. "Or we could get coffee sometime before then?" I reach out, my movements out of your line of view, and you shudder when my tender touch grazes your wrist.

"Oh," you breathe, "sure!" You think for a moment before reluctantly moving from my embrace in favor of reaching into your purse. You pull out a pen and a crumpled up receipt and write down your number.

"Just..." you finish writing and look up with a smile to offer up the receipt, "feel free to call me anytime?"

I take it, despite the fact that I already have your number memorized.

"Will do," I promise. I hand my book to you, and you take it with a lingering gaze. "Let's go check out."

You agree, beginning to walk at my side. You stiff and lean into my hand when I set it on the small of your back. You're so responsive to my touch, you always have been.

When we gather outside of the library, our new books in our arms, you shuffle in your spot and I watch you with my adoring gaze. "I hope you enjoy the book," you smile sincerely.

"I'm sure I will. You suggested it. I trust your taste."

"Oh, uh, thanks." You lick your bottom lip and roll it between your teeth. You look at me again, a twinge of regret lingering in your gaze as you offer a gentler grin. "I should probably go."

Aww, you don't want to leave me. But that's okay. It will always be okay. I'll never leave you.

"Okay," I reach out and grab your hand. It's so soft, I can't help but to glide my thumb over the back of your palm. You shudder at my touch as your smile falters.

"I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart."

Your breath trembles and your lips curve up once more. "See you."

I linger there a moment longer than I should before I separate from you and turn on my heel to walk down the street. I feel your eyes gaze after me, and I smile to know you want me so badly to be next to you.

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This night is still and silent. The stars glint off of your windows and the full moon in the sky gleams with a beauty you easily trump. It is your last day at work for the week, and you had a tendency to stay up a little longer on such nights.

You're so pretty, laying in front of the window just wide enough to showcase your bed, your feet kicked up behind you. Your curtains are wide open, unafraid of the eyes that may wonder into your home. It's like you know I'm here, like you can feel the heat of my gaze over your skin and you crave more. You're reading the book I suggested to you, and you have been reading it for nearly an hour now.

I'm distracted from you as a set of bright headlights shine down the road and onto my car. My smile falls a little when I see it slowing to a stop in front of your home before I realize just what it is: a delivery truck. The man steps out of his truck with a small package, making his way up to your door where he knocks.

You perk up, excited for the expected delivery as you rush out of your room. You disappear from my view for too long before reappearing at the door with one of your kind smiles.

You thank him kindly as he hands you your package before he retreats from the door with the wish of "have a good night". You close the door and disappear for longer than you had before.