Wanda entered the kitchen, a wonderful, familiar smell wafting in the air pulling her into the room. She found Nat standing over the stove, "Is that paprikash?"
"Hey." Nat turned to her with a smile, "Yes it is. I remember you said it was your favorite growing up."
The Sokovian knew that Natasha was making dinner for just the two of them. It was a date they had arranged in advance. They spent a lot of time together and with the team so they had to work to set aside time like this just for them. If Wanda was counting correctly this was their fifth date. If you asked Nat, she would say it was their sixth date because she counted their trip to the carnival as their first date. Wanda disagreed, saying it didn't count because they hadn't declared the intention beforehand. Neither of them would back down from their position resulting in playful arguing.
For what Wanda considered to be their first date, Natasha took her to a roller skating rink. The redhead kept her hands on Wanda's hips to help her get stable on the skates and by the end Wanda was skating around easily with Nat, though she couldn't manage to skate backwards the way the Widow could during the couples skating. They went to the concession stand and got chocolate milkshakes and French fries. As they ate, Wanda asked how Nat decided to bring her there. The woman admitted she knew that Wanda liked the classical sitcoms so Nat thought she'd like a classic date. Wanda leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Natasha's lips, the cold from the milkshakes melting from their lips and giving way to warmth.
For their second date, Wanda insisted that they go strawberry picking. Natasha drove them out out of the city and into the country to a strawberry field. Wanda wore her overalls with the grass-stained knees and Natasha wore a big sunhat to protect her fair skin. The day was one of those perfect blue sky, fluffy cloud days with a perfect breeze. As Nat watched Wanda get excited about every strawberry she picked, she understood why they were out there even though she had originally been dubious of Wanda's plan. They took their strawberries home and endeavored to make strawberry jam they had picked so many. It came out a little runny, but all the guys came around to eat just spoonful's of it, moaning about how delicious it was. Natasha kissed her in front of the team for the first time, a kiss that was sticky and sweet.
For their third date, they went to dinner at Nat's favorite Italian restaurant that was a little fancier. They got dressed up and ate spaghetti in the warm glow of candlelight. Then after they drove home the women made out in the car for a while before shyly turning in for the night together.
For their fourth date, they ordered Chinese food and were going to watch a movie at home. Instead of watching the movie however Nat and Wanda ended up making out on the couch for a while longer. The brunette remember Nat's hands roaming over her back and sides, the memory almost enough to make her shiver with anticipation.
Their current date, date number five or six, Natasha said she wanted to make Wanda dinner but it was a surprise. The witch felt her chest warm and her eyes almost well up with tears at what Tasha had chosen. She couldn't resist kissing the woman soundly on her lips, her lips soft and but insistent against the other woman's. When they parted, the Russian had a slow, pleased smile on her face, "This is almost finished. Go pour yourself a drink. I opened a bottle of red if you want."
With a similar smile, Wanda pulled down two wine glasses from the cabinet and poured some of the wine in each glass. She turned with the glasses to Nat, "Anything I can help with?"
"No, go sit." Natasha shooed her towards the table as she started to plate the food.
Wanda went to sit at the table with Nat following close behind with their dinners. Before starting to eat Wanda held up her glass, prompting Nat to do the same as the witch made a toast, "This looks delicious. You always know exactly what to do."
"I don't know about that." The spy blushed, "But I'm glad you think so."
"I do.. To our fifth-"
"Sixth." Nat interjected with a smirk.
"Fifth date." Wanda continued with her own smile curling her lips.
"And to many more." Natasha added. Their glasses clinked together and they sipped the wine, the drink warm and silky in Wanda's mouth. When the witch took the first bite of the paprikash, she moaned in pleasure at the taste of the chicken rich and slightly smokey. The Widow had made the dish to perfection. They ate dinner and talked more about Wanda's memories with her family in Sokovia and Nat revealed she had something like a family when she was a kid. She had a mother, a father and a little sister while they were on an undercover mission in Ohio when she was a child. She told stories about Melina and Alexei and Yelena that Wanda listened to with rapt attention.
After they cleaned up dinner, the pair cuddled on the couch with a second glass of wine and started to scroll through their movie options but eventually they lost interest in picking a movie and then they lost interest in their wine as their lips tumbled into each other. Wanda found herself straddling Nat's lap as they kissed, Nat's hands running up and down her back like Wanda had recalled earlier. Wanda thread her fingers through Nat's soft hair, pulling her in closer to her.
Time slipped away around them as they got lost in each other. Wanda was warm all over as she nipped at Nat's lower lip. At some point they had shifted so Natasha laid over Wanda on the couch and the redhead dipped her head to start kissing Wanda's neck. The Sokovian tilted her chin up to give Natasha more room to move, moaning as her tongue flicked against her pulse point and making Wanda dig her fingers into the skin of Nat's back where her hands had slid under the woman's shirt. Wanda gasped in a husky voice, "Oh god, Tasha.."
"You're so perfect, malishka." Natasha hummed against her skin.
Wanda arched her back lightly, pressing her rib cage up into Nat's as she almost whined, "Zolotse, please.."
"Please what baby?" Nat kissed along her jaw line.
"Take me to bed." Wanda murmured hotly her words pressing and loaded with meaning of wanting more.
Her statement had the opposite effect that she wanted however as the Widow pulled away, resting up on her elbows to look down at Wanda with a cautious yet hungry expression, "Are you sure, sweetheart?"
Wanda brought her hands out from underneath Nat's shirt so they rest on her chest, her fingers pushing aside the collar of the woman's shirt to stroke her collarbones, "I'm sure."
"There is no rush. It's only our fifth da-"
"Sixth." Wanda interjected with a coy smile, their stance on the matter suddenly reversed.
"Date." Nat finished with her own amused smile.
Wanda tugged lightly on Tasha's shirt, wanting her close again but knowing they weren't done talking, "I'm sure, Tasha. I'm ready, but of course if you want to wait that's-"
"I don't want to wait. I'm ready too.. I love you, Wanda." The redhead dropped down slightly to muzzle her nose against Wanda's, the action quickly morphing into a kiss.
"I love you too." Wanda pulled away long enough to tell Natasha. Their kiss was deepening again as Nat managed to say one more thing before they were lost in each other once again, "Let's go to bed, malishka."
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Wanda woke up in the morning to the feeling of Natasha curled around her back, their bare skin pressed together and Nat's hand rubbing gently up and down her arm. The witch reached and put her hand over Nat's and turning into her as she hummed contentedly. Nat's lips found her cheek then the corner of her mouth as she greeted her, "Good morning, baby."
"Good morning.." Wanda replied and she finished rotating so they were completely face to face, their lips naturally coming together for a leisurely kiss. Eventually the Sokovian pulled away to lay her head on Natasha's chest as she moaned lightly, settling back against the woman. Her eyes fell shut and sleep began to pull her back into a deep relaxation.
The Widow jostled her lightly, telling her teasingly, "It's time to wake up, sleepyhead."
"No," The witch made no move to get up, too comfortable and too infatuated to move away from the Widow. "I want to stay here."
"Alright. We can stay here for a while longer." Nat quickly gave into her, pressing kisses into the side of her head.
"Forever." Wanda demanded.
Natasha chuckled, "Whatever you want, malishka."
The Sokovian thought that Tasha was going to let her fall back asleep, when the woman's voice coaxed her back towards consciousness, "Though if we stay here we won't be able to eat the strawberry jam that I hid away from the guys."
Wanda lifted her head, her eyes lighting up, "I thought they ate it all."
"I have my ways." Nat rubbed her lower back.
"My hero." The witch sealed their lips together both of them somehow forgetting about getting out of bed for a while longer.
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Hello! In honor of pride month just thought I'd do something a little more romantic and develop the other parts of Nat and Wanda's relationship :) Hope everyone liked this update!
It's wonderful seeing all the supportive comments and thanks for the votes :)
Until next time! ~Raven