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Wanda walked through the compound freshly out of bed, hair in a messy knot, shorts covering her long legs and hip deliciously peeking from a crop top pj with a watermelon printed on it covering her chest.
It was a lazy morning, so she was disappointed to wake up alone in bed. She stopped at the kitchen door observing the scene before her.
Natasha with her back to Wanda cutting fruit. Such a simple and mundane thing, but to Wanda it was ethereal. Natasha was ethereal. Back muscles moving slightly, arms working while she was making herself and, hopefully, Wanda a fruit salad. Yoga pants hugging her legs, thighs, ass in a way that had the brunette messmerized. The witch wasn’t even embarrassed, she knew she could look, Natasha enjoyed having Wanda’s eyes on her body. She revealed in it, Wanda knew from the redhead's frequent requests to watch her as she touched herself. Sometimes the mere sentence “I see you Natasha, I can see everything”, was the thing that made the redhead cum.
“Hi there sleepyhead”, Natasha said, turning her head slightly with a side smile.
“Morning baby”, Wanda moved her eyes to the redhead’s face, only slightly reluctant to leave her backside.
“Come closer”, Wanda moved slowly through the kitchen and into the body of the spy at the command. She stood behind her, reaching her hands to Natasha’s shoulder blades which she'd also been admiring just a moment before. She caressed the covered skin, moving down and up her arms to her waist and hugging her belly close to herself for a moment, she couldn’t stop her wandering hands just yet.
Natasha felt her lover’s fingertips caress her sides down to her thighs, squeezing lightly, at which she hummed approvingly. She could feel in Wanda’s touch how much the witch adored and enjoyed her body, which always made Natasha feel appreciated and desired. She voiced another agreement feeling her lover’s fingertips caress her pubic bone for a moment. The redhead moved her hips delicately into Wanda’s front.
The brunette delighted at Natasha’s openness and willingness to be touched. She never shied away from her touch.
“We could be doing this in bed, you know”, Wanda kissed the shell of Natasha’s ear, almost melting her front into the spy’s back hugging her.
“I promised Sam a morning run and new gossip”, Natasha smiled hearing Wanda snort at the information. “Besides, you need your rest”.
“Yes, my love. Rest. In bed. With you.” Wanda’s hands suddenly on Natasha’s ass spoke of what kind of rest the witch had in mind.
“Slow down, tiger. There won’t be that kind of rest until your hands are better.”
Wanda moved her head to look at the redhead’s profile, “And when did we discuss that lack of sex will be my treatment?”. The witch was not at all amused, which amused the spy.
“When you couldn’t hold a tea mug in your hand yesterday.” Natasha kissed the corner of Wanda’s mouth to soften such a blow.
“Oh, you saw that”, the tips of Wanda’s ears got slightly red from the embarrassment.
“Darling I am a spy and I love and care for you, which means that you’re constantly on my mind and I pay you a lot of attention to you”, she pecked Wanda’s lips.
Ever since the team realized that using her powers exhausted Wanda and had a toll on her physical wellbeing, especially her hands, Natasha became the witch’s self appointed nurse. Wanda loved that, loved how caring her girl was, loved the attention and affection, but sometimes it had its downsides, like such ridiculous ideas.
“Natasha, no.” Wanda hoped that her stern tone of voice and disapproving look was enough to convince the redhead that this idea will not be realized.
“Natasha, yes”. Apparently not.
The spy didn’t even look at the witch’s face, never stopping the fruit chopping.
“Don’t play with me, woman.” Natasha barked a laugh at such a ridiculous sentence leaving her girl’s mouth.
“Baby, I know, okay? Believe me, I wouldn’t be suggesting this if I didn’t think it absolutely necessary. Just a few days, ok? Until you feel a bit better”.
“Yeah, ok, a few days”, Wanda conceded knowing Natasha’s stubborn nature.