Two months have passed since their trip to Wakanda, and everything was going great for Claire and Wanda. They had found the right time to break the news to Natasha about them dating, only to find out that Sam was right and that she already knew and had known for a while but was still happy to hear them say it. The two even contacted Clint and made a visit to him and his family (Wanda's idea) and told him and Laura in person, who in response jumped for joy and hugged them all while Clint gave Claire the normal "dad speech" while Laura slapped him in the arm.
Like always, the pair were inseparable, and because they had come out to the team, felt more comfortable showing simple displays of affection in more public areas of the house, keeping it PG of course; Steve's orders. Unbeknownst to them, the only thing they haven't done was go on a proper date. When Natasha brought it to Claire's attention one day when her, Jemma, and the Russian redhead were sitting at the kitchen table talking, Claire nearly fell out of her chair in a panic.
"How have we not a had a real date yet?" she asked more to herself than to the table, but regardless they gave their two cents anyway.
"I mean, you two have been busy," Jemma said as she took a sip of her tea.
"And besides, it's not that big of a deal. You two just started dating, so she can't really crucify you," Natasha said taking a bite out of her peanut butter sandwich.
"Do you think she's been waiting for me to ask her out on a date?" Claire asked, now visibly panicking. "Has she said anything to you?" she asked directing the question to Jemma.
"Relax Claire, she hasn't said anything to me. You forget, Wanda is a take charge woman; I'm sure if she was waiting for you to ask her out, she wouldn't have waited this long. She would've asked you herself." Natasha nodded her head as she still chewed, taking another bite.
"What do people even do for first dates?" Jemma and Natasha looked at each other and then looked back at Claire. Natasha swallowed her sandwich and sighed.
"Well, most of the time the first date acts as a way to get to know the other person, so going to an open public place where you can talk is ideal, but you guys already know each other pretty well..."
"The first date can also kind of low-key and meant to take any pressure off the couple," Jemma said taking over from where the Russian spy left off. "All in all, the first date is more like an initial meeting. Something to do for a first date might be to go out to dinner. That's a classic. Of course, you could take her to a movie or to someplace just to hang out."
"What should I do? What if she doesn't enjoy herself and she's bored?" Natasha grabbed Claire's hand, ending her rambling rant.
"Claire, relax. Wanda is already interested in you. I'm sure she'll love anything you plan for her."
"And don't worry, we're here to help you come up with an idea." Claire smiled at the two older women and proceeded to listen to their advice. "Alright, I think to make it easy on ourselves, we should start listing things that would not be good ideas. For instance, there's a haunted house that the city's throwing in town; that would not be a good idea. Wanda gets scared easily. Hmm...let's see. What else?"
"Going along with that, if you do decided to take her to a movie, no scary movies," Natasha said resuming her sandwich. Jemma nodded and moved to grab a piece of paper and a pen and began writing down their ideas.
"What about taking her trick or treating on Halloween?" Claire asked, curious of the idea. Jemma made a face as she thought about the idea.
"I'd say that's iffy, given her past history. She's never done something like this, so it could be a good idea, introducing her to a fun and almost integral part of American culture, but it is possible that the amount of people around and her lack of knowledge will have her feeling anxious."
"Wanda likes art. You could take her to a museum?" Natasha offered. Claire nodded, liking the idea. "She also likes music, so you could also take her to a concert."
"She doesn't like loud noises," Claire said, pulling out her phone to find the nearest art museum. "Plus she doesn't really have a favorite band, at least she hasn't told me she does." Jemma finished her tea and stood up and walked to the kitchen, rinsed the mug out, placed it in the dishwasher, and walked back to her seat.
"We also need to remember, Wanda is a simple person, and doesn't particularly like flash extravagant things, so this date doesn't have to pull out all the stops. I'm sure she'll be perfectly happy with a nice quiet evening with you eating food and watching a movie." Claire sighed and ran her hands over her face. She wasn't usually an indecisive person, but when it came to Wanda, she wanted everything to be perfect, and sometimes that led her to indecision.
"Use your instincts Claire. You know her, almost better than us. You know what she's like as a person; you know what her likes and dislikes are. You know what triggers her anxiety. You know her. Just try to clear your mind and take a deep breath, and the perfect idea will come to you. And, if everything falls apart, and your plan fails, understand that Wanda's not gonna leave you because of one bad date," Natasha said walking over to Claire and giving her a hug. Since they had been on the run, the two redheads became closer, and now Natasha was something of a mother figure—or maybe an older sister—to her, much like how Jemma was to Wanda.
"Thank you, both of you. There's no way I could've done this without your help," Claire said, smiling at both of them. Jemma reached out and took Claire's hand in her own, returning her smile, a small tear forming in her eye.
"You know you're the best thing that ever happened to her," Jemma said, wiping the tear away. "I've never seen her so happy before she found you."
"I'm sure you're the best thing that ever happened to her, Jemma. Without you, who knows what she would've done; how she would've gotten through her trauma and grief. Without you she might not even be here." Claire looked down, erasing the visual of Wanda's depressed self. "Come on, I still need an idea."
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Claire planned their date for Halloween, deciding to spend the entire day introducing Wanda to America's take on the holiday. Once she had the date planned out, she took Wanda into town to the nearest costume shop and told her to pick out a costume but didn't tell her what it was for. Wanda listened, of course, but gave Claire curious looks the whole afternoon.
Through research, Claire found out that not only did the city in which they were living put together a haunted house for the holiday, but also a "Halloween Bash", which only fueled Claire's excitement. She planned on taking her to dinner early in the evening, then trick or treating for a little bit and then they would stop by the party before heading back to the safehouse, where if she was up to it, they would finish out the night watching a family friendly Halloween movie like Hocus Pocus or something.
As the weeks grew closer, Claire started to panic as she thought of all the things that could go wrong the night of their date. She double checked everything, making sure their costumes were good to go, that the place where she wanted to take Wanda for dinner was open on the 31st and that they were reserved to be there (Jemma offered that advice, citing her own first date as a cautionary tale), checked that she had their tickets for the party and made sure that the DVD copy of Hocus Pocus she had bought was working and ready to be watched. And just to be sure, she also stopped at a dollar store and picked up a two bags of chocolate (Wanda's favorite) in case the pickings were slim during trick or treating.
Seeing Wanda became difficult for her, because as they got closer, she wanted nothing more than to spill the beans in an effort to not scare and surprise Wanda, but she held strong, even having the rest of the Avengers—who by now knew of her plan—promise to keep their traps shut. Wanda started to grow suspicious of her girlfriend's increasingly weird behavior, but whenever she questioned someone about it, they gave her the same answer; "Maybe it's her time of the month", and it happened so much that Wanda wasn't sure if they rehearsed it, or if it was just coincidence.
Soon the day came, and Claire was nervous and excited at the same time. She always loved spending time with Wanda, and she loved nothing more than to make her happy and enjoy life. That afternoon, Claire skipped happily down the hall to Wanda's room and knocked on her door, creating a happy tune. Wanda opened the door and smiled brightly when she saw the redhead.
"Hello there," she said opening the door wider and pulling her girlfriend in for a small kiss.
"Hello. Are you doing anything later?"
"No, why?"
"Would you like to go out with me later today? Like as a date?" Claire asked, suddenly feeling nervous again. Wanda's smile grew, the corners of her mouth reached her eyes and her cheeks turned a rosy pink. She bit her lip to try to keep from smiling, though it failed.
"Of course, I'd love to go out with you."
"Good," Claire said, her face also turning pink. "I'll come get you at five." She started walking back to her room, before she paused and spun back around, catching Wanda before she closed her door. "Oh, one more thing, wear your costume." And with that, Claire sprinted down the fall and back to her room, closing the door before Wanda could question why she had to wear her costume.
Five o'clock rolled around faster than Claire expected it to, but nonetheless, she still stood outside Wanda's room dressed in her costume (a werewolf if you could believe it). She stood trying to work up the nerve to knock on the door and collect Wanda for their date, a simple task that proved to be much harder than she thought. Natasha walked down the hall, coming up behind her and whispered in her ear, causing Claire to jump a little.
"Just knock. It'll get easier from there."
Claire listened to the older woman and took a deep breath before she lifter her clenched fist and knocked twice on the door. Almost immediately, Wanda threw the door open, fully dressed in her costume—a classic witch with the black hat and broom—looking beautiful. The black dress was simple, but to add some flare and protection, Wanda added silver reflective strips that were cute and arranged in intricate designs. Her pale face had minimal make-up, only some mascara, a light blush, and ruby red lipstick and her nails were painted black. Claire couldn't help but stare, a goofy smile plastered on her face. Wanda smiled also as her face started to heat up as Claire continued to stare.
"Do I look alright?" Wanda asked, looking down at her outfit, a little self-conscious. Claire snapped out of it and cleared her throat.
"No, you look...beautiful. I just...I...umm..."
"You look nice too," Wanda said, blushing more at the compliment. Claire reached her hand out and Wanda placed her hand in Claire's open palm, allowing the redhead to lead her out of her room and into the living room where the rest of the team sat waiting, sending the couple a variation of cheeky smirks and happy smiles. Sam gave a playful wolf whistled at the two of them, his smirk growing until Natasha threw a pillow at him causing Wanda and Claire to laugh at his misfortune. Steve shook his head, smiling and walked over to the two women.
"Be careful," he said to Claire, who nodded in reply. Steve knew that if trouble should arise, Claire and Wanda were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, but he couldn't help but worry. Jemma was the next to come over to them, a stern but playful look on her face.
"Don't stay out all night, you two."
"Don't worry, I'll have her home by midnight," Claire said, a smile forming on her lips. Jemma patted her on the shoulder and gave her a set of keys before hugging Wanda.
"Have fun." The two left the safehouse and got into the blue car in the driveway. Getting into the driver's seat, Claire took off her wolf head and placed it in the backseat. Wanda placed her broom and her hat back there as well before getting into the passenger seat.
"You ready?" Claire asked, as she put the key into the ignition. Wanda smiled at her and placed a hand on her knee.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
Claire pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road, heading into town. It would be a good half hour before they got to the restaurant so they had some time to kill. The inside of the car was filled with silence, and while it wasn't uncomfortable, Claire felt awkward and nervous. Wanda looked out the window, watching the different colored trees as they passed. Claire cleared her throat and took a shaky breath in. Beads of sweat started to form on her brow and dripped down the back of her neck. She swallowed the nervous lump and opened her mouth to speak.
"So...you ever celebrate Halloween?" She mentally slapped herself for asking such a stupid question. Wanda turned her head and looked at Claire, smiling at her, hoping to ease nerves.
"Not really, at least not in the way that you probably mean. Sokovia always did things differently. Halloween was seen almost as a religious holiday where families spent the day eating delicious food and sweets that they didn't really have the rest of the year. My mother would always make a special meal and a desert from the sugar rations that she'd save for from the last few months." Wanda smiled sadly at the memory. "My brother would always look forward to it, probably more than Christmas. He used to wake me up early in the morning and we would try to sneak into the kitchen while our mother was in there cooking and try to find out what the meal was. She always kept it a secret and changed it every year. We were never good at sneaking around; she would always catch us and throw us out, but not before giving us a kiss and each half of a bread roll."
Claire didn't miss the small tear that rolled down her cheek as she finished telling her story. She grabbed her hand, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to look at Wanda, giving her a sad smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's fine," Wanda said, waving her off, smiling again. "It's not your fault. Besides, I'm glad I told you. It makes me feel close to them." She wiped the tear away and Claire turned back to the road in front of them. "So, what do you Americans do to celebrate? Is it like how it is in the movies?"
"And how is it in the movies?" Claire asked, smirking. She knew Wanda was trying to get her to tell her what they were doing, but she wasn't going to crack that easily.
"You know; rowdy parties full of drunk teenagers, toilet papering and egging houses, scary costumes of Hollywood serial killers, enough candy to make ones teeth root out of their mouth with one look," Wanda said laughing. Claire smiled, but didn't divulge any information.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said feigning surprise and cluelessness. Wanda laughed harder, and Claire felt more at ease. They had just turned off the road they were on and started to enter into the town. The restaurant was a couple more minutes away.
"Come on, Claire, just tell me what we're doing," Wanda pleaded, her now fading Sokovian accent pulling at her heartstrings, making Claire sigh in content. She loved the way her name sounded coming from Wanda's accented lips.
"Nope," Claire said popping the "p" as she started to look for a parking space, her smile not leaving her face.
"At least give me a hint." Wanda jutted out her bottom lip, pouting a little, and the look made Claire weak. Good think I'm sitting. Claire sighed dramatically.
"Alright, I'll give you one hint, but that's it. And I'm not gonna tell you if you're right or not."
"Fine."
"Alright. Your hint is, dancing." Claire had parked the car a block away from the restaurant and left the car before Wanda could question what the hint meant. Claire laughed as she started to walk away, hearing the sound of Wanda's shoes clacking against the brick sidewalk as she jogged to catch up with her.
"Dancing? What does that mean?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't give out anymore hints," Claire said shrugging her shoulders, smiling at Wanda in a playfully teasing manner.
"But that wasn't a hint," Wanda said laughing. Claire shrugged again and opened the door to the restaurant, holding it open for Wanda.
"After you, Milady," she said bowing to her, laughing. Wanda curtseyed as she walked through the door.
"Thank you, madame." Claire followed Wanda into the restaurant and over to the check-in stand.
"Hello and welcome to Bocaccini's. How may I help you today?" the host asked.
"Hi, we have a reservation for two under Stowell."
"Ah, yes, Ms. Stowell. Very good. If you'll please follow me." The host grabbed two menus and led the two women further into the restaurant. He led them to a table near the back of the restaurant away from the semi-crowded dining hall, something that Wanda was grateful for. The host placed the two menus on the table and pulled out the chairs for both women. "A waiter will be right with you."
"Thank you," they both said as he walked away back to his podium.
"Thank you," Wanda said as she looked into Claire's eyes, gratitude shining in them.
"For what?" Claire asked as she opened her menu. Wanda reached over the table and placed her hand on top of Claire's intertwining their fingers.
"You know what. For getting a table in the back." Claire smiled and lifted their hands, placing a small kiss on Wanda's knuckles.
"Of course. I know how you get uncomfortable in large crowds, and especially given our relationship...it can get awkward."
"I hope you don't think I'm ashamed to be seen with you as my girlfriend, because I'm not," Wanda said, suddenly alarmed. Claire chuckled and placed another kiss against her hand, calming Wanda's nerves.
"Wanda, relax. I don't think that at all." Claire offered her a small smile which Wanda reciprocated. Wanda pulled her hand back and picked up her menu, opening it. Everything sounded delicious and Wanda didn't know what she was in the mood for. After moving to America, she discovered that she like Italian food, though she admitted that she never tried anything other than pasta, meatballs, pizza, sausage and chicken parmesan (she had Claire to thank for the last one).
"Claire what should I get?" Wanda asked, giggling a bit. Claire giggled too and put her menu down a on the table.
"I don't know what you should get. What are you in the mood for?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well, I think I'm going to get the spaghetti and meatball platter. It comes with garlic bread and a small salad. You could get that?"
"That sounds good, except I don't like garlic bread," Wanda grumbled. Claire laughed.
"You give me your garlic bread and I'll give you my salad. Deal?" Wanda smiled at her and closed her menu.
"Deal." Out of the corner of their eyes they saw their waiter walk over to them, notepad in hand.
"Good evening, ladies. My name is Michael and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start by getting you something to drink?"
"I'll just have a water," Claire said.
"Me too, please," Wanda added. Michael nodded and made a note on his notepad.
"And are you two ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?"
Claire looked at Wanda and then back at Michael.
"Are you ready?" Claire asked and Wanda nodded. "Okay, we'll both have the spaghetti platter."
"Alrighty, and what kind of salad would you want?" Claire looked at Wanda and Michael followed her gaze.
"Caesar's fine," Wanda muttered. Michael nodded and wrote it down in his notepad. Taking their menus, he smiled at them once more.
"Very good. I'll be right back with your waters and some breadsticks." Michael walked off towards the kitchen and disappeared through the doors. Claire sighed and took her hair out of her messy bun that she put up earlier to keep her hair from showing under her mask. Her long hair fell down her shoulders in scarlet waves, framing her face and casting a reddish glow as the last few rays of the late evening sun shone through the window by their table.
Wanda smiled as Claire looked out the window, her eyes landing on the multi-colored leaves of the trees. Wanda placed her hand on top of Claire's, pulling the redhead away from the window. Claire smiled as she gazed at Wanda's beautiful face, her green eyes twinkling in the sun. They were quiet for a few minutes, just taking the time to study each other's features, getting lost in the beauty they each possessed.
Claire suddenly tore her eyes away from Wanda's, her face turning a bright red, and stared at the table cloth. Wanda giggled and tilted her head, trying to get Claire to look back at her.
"What's wrong?" Wanda asked, her smile faltering a bit. Claire looked back up at her.
"Nothing's wrong," Claire said, not really lying, but not delivering the whole truth.
"I know you, Claire. Something's bothering you. I can sense that you're uncomfortable," Wanda frowned and casted her eyes downward as she thought back to their time in the car. "Is it me?" Claire's eyes widened as she realized how she must have been coming off. She leaned forward and grasped Wanda's hands tightly in her own, forcing Wanda to look into her eyes.
"No, Wanda, it's not because of you. I'm just nervous...I've never been on a date before, and I just want everything to be perfect because you deserve perfection. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you think you were making me uncomfortable; you could never make me feel like that." Claire offered her a smile and softened her eyes, showing nothing but sincerity. She almost admitted that she loved her, but decided it wasn't the right time. She didn't want Wanda to feel pressured to say it back; she would wait until Wanda said it first, no matter how long it took. Wanda smiled and kissed the backs of Claire's hand before she pulled away when she saw Michael coming towards their table with a tray of glasses and a bowl of breadsticks.
"Here you go, I'm sorry for the little wait. Is there anything else I can get you?"
"No, thank you Michael," Claire said as he nodded and walked away. Wanda picked up her glass and lifted it, holding out towards Claire who did the same with hers.
"Here's to first dates," she said.
"To first dates," Claire repeated as they toasted to each other and clinked their glasses together before they each took a sip.
"This place is beautiful," Wanda muttered, her eyes darting around the room, admiring the interior design of the Italian bistro.
"It doesn't compare to you though," Claire said with a content smile on her face. Wanda let out a little laugh, remembering when she said the same thing to Claire a couple of weeks beforehand.
"You're copying me," she laughed. Claire looked at her, feigning surprise.
"I would never do such a thing. I have no idea what you're talking about." Wanda laughed harder, but ultimately let it go. Taking another sip of her water, she cleared her throat and looked at Claire with a questioning glance.
"So, what do people do on first dates?"
"Well, Jemma and Natasha said that people mostly spend the time getting to know each other and finding out if they're compatible, but other than that, I'm not sure."
"How would you suggest we get to know each other?" Wanda asked, folding her hands on the table, a smug look on her face. Claire copied her and looked into her eyes.
"Well, I already know a lot about you, but how about we play 20 Questions?"
"I like it. Should we set some boundaries?" Claire thought a minute, debating the question. She knew some things that were triggers for Wanda, and she wanted to steer clear of those, but she also wanted Wanda to feel comfortable to ask her anything.
"I think we shouldn't set any strict boundaries, but since we know what bothers the other, we should stay away from those things." Wanda nodded in agreement, grateful for Claire's response. "Do you want to start?"
Wanda thought a minute, wanting her first couple questions to be lighthearted. "What's your favorite color?"
"Believe it or not, it's not purple. It's actually green," Claire said as she smiled at the slight blush that dusted Wanda's cheeks. "My turn. If you could live anywhere in the world at any time, where would it be and when?"
Wanda thought a moment; having never thought of this before. She didn't know where she wanted to live and having only lived in two places her whole life, she wasn't entirely sure what other places were like.
"I'm...not sure honestly. I've never thought about it before since I've lived in the same place for most of my life, but if I had to choose a place, I guess I would either choose New York in the 1940's or...I don't know, maybe I'd go back to Victoria's Island." She reached for a breadstick and bit into it and then took a sip of her water.
"Real quick, just a follow up question; why New York in the 1940's?" Claire asked giggling.
"I don't know," Wanda said starting to laugh. "I lived in New York after Ultron and I liked it, and I guess I would choose the '40s because it just seemed like a really interesting time. I kind of liked the fashion of that time, and...I don't know." Wanda's cheeks turned red in embarrassment and she tried to hide her face in her hair.
"Hey," Claire said. Wanda moved her eyes from behind her hair. Claire's eyes were soft and delicate as she gazed at her. "It's a good answer."
"Is it my turn?" she asked grinning at Claire.
"Yes, it's your turn."
"What's your favorite movie?" Without missing a beat, Claire answered.
"The Princess Bride. Hands down."
"I don't think I know that one..." Wanda murmured. Claire looked at her in shock.
"Inconceivable! Well, we'll have to watch it together sometime." Wanda blushed as she took another breadstick. "Let's see...oh ok. Out of all the Avengers, not counting me, who is your favorite?"
"That's hard!" Wanda exclaimed as she burst out laughing with Claire joining in. "I can't choose one person."
"Sure you can. I have a favorite Avenger," Claire shrugged as she sipped at her water and ate a breadstick.
"I guess I'll say Steve. He's been like a brother to me ever since I lost Pietro. Who's your favorite Avenger?" Claire smiled and placed her glass down.
"Definitely Thor."
"Have you met Thor?" Wanda asked, accidently using one of her questions. Claire chuckled and sat back in her chair with a dreamy look in her eye.
"Nope, but I've seen pictures of him and heard about him from the others." She let out a heavy sigh and a hum of pleasure. "If only I wasn't gay." Wanda laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Michael soon came back over holding a large tray of food and a stand. He placed the tray down on an empty table and set up the stand next to their table, and then picked up the tray again and rested it on the stand.
"Alright, two spaghetti platters," he said as he picked up the two big plates of spaghetti and meatballs and placed one in front of each woman. "Be careful, the plate's a little hot." He then grabbed the two small bowls of salad and placed them next to the plates of spaghetti, and finally he grabbed the basket of garlic bread and put it down on the other side of the plates of spaghetti. Taking the tray off the stand, he folded it up and placed the stand under his arm along with the tray. "Can I get you both anything else?"
"Can I have another water, please?" Wanda asked. Michael nodded and took her glass.
"Can I get you another water, miss?"
"No, thank you Michael, I'm fine," Claire said. Michael smiled and walked off back to the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a full glass of cold water and placed it in front of Wanda. She thanked him again and he walked off.
"This looks delicious," she mused as she inhaled the delicious scent of the food.
"You want my salad?" Wanda nodded and took Claire's bowl.
"Here's my garlic bread," Wanda said handing her basket to Claire, making room for her extra bowl of salad. The two continued to play their game as they ate. They avoided asking questions about each other's families and childhoods and instead focused on things like favorite color and animal.
"So, Claire," Wanda began, cutting one of her meatballs in half and then in half again. "I know you can shapeshift into a wolf, but what else can you shift into?" Claire paused, almost surprised by the question.
"Um...I haven't really tried shifting into anything else. The only thing that I've noticed is that I can alter my wolf. So, like instead of turning into a full wolf, I can amend her structure to look like your classic wolf-man creature...thing. Or I can just extend my claws and fangs instead of fully shifting." Claire shoveled a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth and Wanda stabbed her fork into her salad.
"Wanda, what's your favorite thing to do when you're bored?"
"Well, I like to read, but annoying you is tied, I think," Wanda said, shooting Claire a playful smirk. "My next question has two parts."
"I'm counting it as two questions," Claire said biting into her garlic bread.
"Fine. What is the one thing you like most about me and why?" The playful attitude the two had shot back and forth had disappeared and Wanda stared at Claire with a sad frown. Claire forgot all about their game and dropped her fork against her plate.
"Wanda why would you ask me this?" She wasn't angry at the brunette but wondered where the question came from. Wanda's eyes glistened briefly with tears though they did not fall.
"I...I've never had anyone that was interested in me and...I got scared that maybe you wanted...something from me. And that once you got what you wanted; you'd leave me."
"Wanda. I don't want anything from you. I just want you."
"But don't people just...get together for..." Wanda couldn't bring herself to say the word. Claire smiled slightly at her innocence.
"The word is 'sex', Wanda, and no that's not why I'm with you." Claire got up from her chair and walked around the table and knelt beside Wanda. She took her hand and met her eyes. "While there are people who do that, I'm not one of them. I would never do that to you because you mean so much to me. You want to know what I like about you? I like how innocent you are and how when people catch us kissing or holding hands your face turns a beautiful red. I like the sound of your accent saying my name. I like the feeling of your skin against mine. I like how you bring out the best in me; how you are literally the only person who can calm me down and stop me from shifting. I like the color of your eyes especially when the sun hits them at the perfect angle and I can see a beautiful forest expand before my eyes. I like how you're not afraid of me. Wanda, I like everything about you. I can't pick one thing. You're a beautiful person, both inside and out, and I'm glad that I can call her mine."
Claire reached up and wiped Wanda's tear away and stood up, leaning down slightly. She pressed her lips against Wanda's in a loving and passionate kiss, hoping to prove the sincerity in her words. Wanda reached up and wrapped her arms around Claire's neck, pulling her down further into a hug.
"I'm so lucky to have you," Wanda said, releasing Claire. Claire smiled and placed a gentle kiss against Wanda's forehead.
"I think I'm the lucky one."