ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Whispers of the heart]

The scent of Wanda filled her nostrils - a mix of sweat and a faint floral perfume that was uniquely Wanda. It was a scent that Natasha found herself craving, a scent that meant safety and warmth.

No words are needed; their shared silence speaks volumes. The only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of Wanda's heartbeat, a sound that Natasha found more calming than any lullaby.

The taste of Wanda still lingered on her lips, a sweet reminder of their stolen moments. It was a taste that Natasha knew she would never get enough of.

And then there was the sight of Wanda beneath her, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and longing. The sight of Wanda's love for her was something that Natasha would carry in her heart, a beacon in her darkest moments.

The tranquility is broken by the vibration of Natasha's phone. With a sigh, she sits up to check it. A message from her wife.

Just checking in, love.

"Is that her?" Wanda asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"She's checking in," Natasha replies, her demeanor changing at the mention of her wife.

A pang of guilt washes over Natasha. She knows she should be feeling all these things for Maria - the warmth, the longing, the electricity. But instead, she feels them for Wanda. It's Wanda's touch she craves, Wanda's presence that soothes her, Wanda's voice that sends shivers down her spine. It's Wanda who occupies her thoughts, day and night.

She places her phone back down and reclines again, the bed welcoming her back into its embrace. The guilt lingers, but so does the undeniable truth - her heart yearns for Wanda, not Maria.

Wanda props herself up on her elbow, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looks at Natasha.

"What?" Natasha asks, seeing the smile on Wanda's face. Wanda tucks a stray strand of hair behind Natasha's ear, causing a blush to creep up Natasha's cheeks.

Wanda's heart swells at the sight of Natasha's blush, a small victory in their dance of longing and restraint. "Nothing," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just glad you're here." The words hang in the air, a confession wrapped in the simplicity of the moment.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Wanda allows herself to bask in the reality of Natasha being there, with her. It's a stolen moment, a fragment of time where she can love Natasha freely, even if it's borrowed. She cherishes the warmth of Natasha's body against hers, the softness of her skin, the rhythm of her breath. It's a sensory memory she will replay in her mind during the lonely nights.

She knows the reality of their situation, the complications that lie beyond the sanctuary of their shared solitude. But for now, she chooses to live in the moment, to love Natasha as she has always wanted to, without the constraints of their complicated lives.

The guilt is there, a constant reminder of the lines they've crossed. But it's overshadowed by the undeniable truth - her heart yearns for Natasha, not anyone else. And for now, that's enough.

"Me too," Natasha whispers.

In Wanda's gaze, Natasha felt seen, truly seen. It was as if everything else would disappear, and it was just her in Wanda's eyes. The intensity of Wanda's gaze made her feel cherished, desired, loved. It was a feeling she had never experienced with Maria.

The passion between them was palpable, pounding in their hearts like a drum. It was a rhythm that echoed their shared longing, their shared desire. It was a rhythm that spoke of love that dared not speak its name, of love that was as beautiful as it was forbidden.

Wanda leans down, placing a soft kiss on Natasha's lips. A wave of warmth washes over Natasha, her heart pounding in her chest. The taste of Wanda's lips, sweet and intoxicating, sends a shiver down her spine. The scent of Wanda fills her nostrils, grounding her in the moment. Wanda places her forehead on Natasha's, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. 

"I wish you didn't have to go," Wanda murmurs, her voice filled with a desperate plea that tugs at Natasha's heart.

Natasha pulls Wanda to her for another kiss, pouring everything she could into it. The feel of Wanda's lips against hers, the sound of their shared breaths, the sight of Wanda's eyes filled with longing - it all overwhelms Natasha, stoking the fire in her heart.

"I know, Wanda. Me neither," Natasha says, her voice thick with emotion. She knows she should leave, but every fiber of her being screams at her to stay.

"But for now, I'm here. Can we enjoy what we have now?" Natasha asks, her eyes searching Wanda's. She wants to stay, to lose herself in Wanda, to forget about the world outside. But she knows she can't. She might never be able to. 

Wanda nods, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her voice barely audible. The desperation in her voice is a mirror of Natasha's own feelings. They both know they can't have what they want, not fully. But for now, they have this moment, and they'll hold onto it for as long as they can.

"I would love nothing more," she whispers.

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Happy valentine's day to Maria I guess? 😭