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Chapter Fifteen

They Look Like They Could Be A Couple

Sharing the space in the morning after being forced to bunk up for the night.

Y'all... this chapter is coming in just under the wire once again. My plans for the day took a huge turn and I cannot believe I was able to get this done. I honestly think there may still be smoke coming off my phone. 😂

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. 💓

Scully stretched and hummed as she turned over, holding onto the pillow beneath her head. Hearing the shower running, she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Oh. Right.

She heard something fall, followed by Mulder saying shit. She smiled as she moved her legs beneath the sheets and closed her eyes again, knowing she had a moment before she would need to actually get up.

She now remembered waking in the night, the feeling of a heavy weight around her waist. A sense of panic had filled her until she realized it was Mulder’s arm and she relaxed, as he breathed softly behind her.

Used to sleeping alone, anytime they were forced to share a room, there was always a moment of awkwardness when they would wake up touching or especially when he was pressed against her, his lower half making its presence known. He would mumble an apology and move away from her, even as she stated that it was a normal human reaction and to not worry about it, though his sigh told her he definitely was.

Sometimes when she would wake up, with him still asleep beside her or already up and readying for the day, she let her mind wander. She imagined how it would be if they lived together and she heard him singing in her shower or making coffee in her kitchen.

She thought of watching television with him, lying on the couch with his fingers in her hair, yelling at the Knicks game or reciting some movie he had seen dozens of times.

Then after… going to bed together to sleep or more often than not, to not sleep.

Those thoughts though, they were best left for when they were no longer sharing a bed, as they could lead to trouble.

Images of him loving her gently, adoringly, and more often than she would admit, with a firmer hand, made her flush and her stomach quiver. When she thought of the way he would look at her, his gaze penetrating and solely focused, her breath would catch and she needed to put physical space between them.

The shower shut off and she opened her eyes, swallowing and then licking her lips. Metal rings slid across the metal shower rod once, then twice, and Mulder sang quietly as she heard him moving around the bathroom.

“God,” she breathed, shaking her head to push away lingering thoughts. She sat up and stretched, needing to be up before he came out.

Standing to her feet, she tugged at his sweatshirt and attempted to smooth down her hair which she knew would most likely be quite a mess.

The bathroom door opened and he came out with a towel around his hips, the air behind him thick with steam.

“Since you’ve gone, I’ve been lost without a trace,” he sang, catching her eye with a grin. “I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it’s you I can’t replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying, “Baby, Baby, pleeeeease!” Yeah!” He raised his fist in the air and nodded aggressively.

“It’s a bit early for songs of that nature, don’t you think?” she asked and he grinned again, walking towards her.

“That part in particular was dedicated to you. Cold, longing for an embrace,” he said. “Dreaming at night and only seeing my face.” He clucked his tongue and her eyebrows shot up.

“Dreaming about you?”

“You said my name in your sleep,” he stated. “I hope you were dreaming about me. And… I really hope it was a good dream.” He pumped his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“Probably more likely that I was dreaming you wouldn’t hog the bathroom,” she said flatly. “Which you’ve clearly done this morning.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head with an obnoxious grin. “First of all, you were still sleeping when I got up. And second, it wasn’t that. I’m sure of it.” She stared at him and shook her head.

“Fine. Whatever,” she said, looking toward the bathroom. “Can I get in there?”

“Mi baño es su baño,” he said and she scoffed as she walked past him.

It was hot in the bathroom, the mirror half covered in steam as she washed her hands and stared at her reflection. Wiping the mirror with a spare washcloth, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, drying it on a towel and hanging it back up.

Brushing her hair, she saw it was not as mismanaged as she previously thought. A little water brushed through it and the hair dryer set to high speed, it was easily fixed.

“Knock, knock,” Mulder said, rapping his knuckles against the door. She opened it and he stood before her in slacks and a white undershirt. Looking down, she saw he was wearing boots, not his dress shoes.

“Boots?” she asked as she started to take out her makeup.

“I want to go to the widows rock today.”

“I’m sure it won’t be muddy or slick. Nope, not one bit,” she said, looking at him in the mirror.

“If you slip, I’ll catch you,” he said, winking as he reached for his deodorant.

“You’ll be the one to slip,” she said under her breath as she opened her face lotion and began to apply it. He grinned and she smiled back with a roll of her eyes.

They moved nearly in sync, reaching for things, moving out of the way, talking above the hair dryer when he used it on his own hair.

He glanced down at the counter when he had finished getting ready and then touched the bottles she had sitting out, picking them up and examining them, then looking into her makeup bag.

“Huh,” he said, setting the items down and meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“Huh, what?” she asked.

“I notice that none of those bottles contain green face goo.”

“You mean my face mask?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod and half a smile.

“Because I didn’t bring it with me.”

“Just when we had to play happy husband and wife? Perpetuating the stereotype of the housewife in a mask, rollers, and a nightgown?”

“I don’t use rollers,” she said in mock disgust, shaking her head slowly. “How dare you insinuate such a thing.”

“But the green face mask is fine,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, yeah, as I do use that often,” she said, leaning closer to the mirror to apply some mascara.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen you wear it.”

“I don’t usually wear it when you’re around. Or if you are, I don’t call you over to see and discuss it. What would be the point of that?” She recapped her mascara and turned her head to look at him.

“But why do you use it?”

“A face mask?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah. I mean… what is it for exactly? The end goal of using it is what I suppose I mean.”

“Well,” she said, leaning her hip against the counter as she turned to face him. “It’s moisturizing.”

“Better than face lotion?” he asked, pointing to her moisturizer.

“Not better, just different because of how it’s applied. It doesn’t absorb the same way as lotion.”

“Okay… what else?”

“It’s exfoliating, if that’s the kind you buy. It also removes excess oil and helps to reduce the signs of aging.” She shrugged and he smiled as he raised his eyebrows with a whistle.

“That’s a lot of promise in one little jar of green goo.”

“Well,” she said, turning her head to look at her reflection, tilting her head to either side and then up and down. “I think it’s doing what’s intended. Especially the aging bit.” Looking back at him, she shrugged again and he stared at her, letting out a deep breath.

Stepping closer to her, he looked at her closely, his eyes traveling from her forehead to her chin, across her cheeks and back to her forehead again as he brought his hand up to hold her chin between his thumb and index finger.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He did not answer, but instead tilted her head gently, guiding her with his touch. Her stomach clenched as she stopped breathing and watched him looking at her face.

“You’ve been using it for a long time?” he asked in a low voice and she nodded.

“About five years,” she replied softly.

“Hmm, so I’ve known you longer than you’ve been using it.”

“I suppose,” she agreed, her breathing now returning, her heart rate increasing.

“I don’t see a change. You look the same to me.”

“Then… then it’s… it’s working,” she said, her words getting stuck in her throat.

“I don’t think that’s it,” he said, smiling at her and moving his fingers from her chin to trail them gently down to right below her chin. “I think it’s just you. Age defying and continuing to look the same as you did when I first met you. With considerably less shoulder pad bulk, of course.”

He smiled and she let out a breath-like laugh. His hand moved from her face and she pitched forward slightly, covering it with a step toward the mirror.

“Well, thank you,” she said, her breath still sounding too loud in her own ears. “But I think I’ll… continue to use the mask.”

He nodded and seemed on the verge of saying something when his phone rang. He looked at her and then turned to leave the bathroom.

Letting out a breath, she looked at herself in the mirror as she heard him speaking to Skinner. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling too quickly.

“Jesus Christ. Get it together, Dana,” she said, shaking her head.

Hurriedly clearing her things away, she left the bathroom and put on her shoes to go back to her room and get dressed. Picking up her room key, she caught Mulder’s eye and he nodded as she opened the door.

Her room was still freezing as she quickly dressed, adding an extra layer under her clothes, not wanting to be too cold if they were going to hike to the rock.

Putting on her own boots, she shivered as she opened the door and stepped out.

“Oh, Agent Scully,” Darcy said, walking up at that exact moment, a tall brown haired man beside her. “My older brother Andy is going to take a look at your heater. He knows a little about them.”

“Okay, great. Thank you, Andy . I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said with a grin. “Hopefully you won’t be suffering through the cold again tonight.”

“Oh, I-” she began, but was interrupted as Mulder stepped out of his door with her coat over his arm.

“Ready, Scully?” he asked and then smiled at Darcy. “Good morning, Darcy.”

“Agent Mulder,” she said, smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear. “My brother Andy is gonna take a look at Agent Scully’s heater.”

“Oh, that’s good. Though I’ll be sorry to see you go, roomie,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yes, well,” Scully said, reaching to take her coat, the air too chilly for only her blazer. As she took it from him, she looked at him in surprise. “It’s warm.”

“While I was talking to Skinner, I turned the heater up for a few minutes and laid it on top to warm it up for you,” he said with a shrug.

“Thank you,” she said, putting it on and pulling it around her as she continued to look at him.

“You’re welcome. Breakfast?” he asked and she nodded.

Saying goodbye to Darcy and Andy, they left them staring after them rather perplexedly.

“FBI agents?” Andy asked.

“Yup,” Darcy replied.

“Work partners at the federal bureau?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me. They look like they could be a couple.” He shook his head and used the key to open door six, shivering as he stepped inside.

“He warmed her coat up for her,” Darcy said softly to herself with a sigh. “Where can I find someone like that?”

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autumnsup · 1 year

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But You Will: A Winter Valentine's Tale

For @hdcandyheartsfest. Prompt: Snail Mail.

There's a snail, and it's set at Hogwarts post-war. Mildly NSFW in parts, with some terrible poetry (I kept it short, I promise!). Possibly inspired by Saras_Girl's "Helix", Shakespeare, and Kafka, although who knows really where these ideas come from.

“Eurgh,” said Pansy, wrinkling her nose. “Is it really supposed to look like that?”

Draco, deep in Transfiguration, frowned. “I don’t know. I just sort of went with it.”

The creature he’d been working upon wiggled first one tentacle, then the other at him, and he felt a curious sense of satisfaction at what he’d wrought.

“Well, how do you expect him to get the message, if you don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like?”

“Pans…” She’d always been one to insert herself a bit too far into his business, and normally he didn’t mind, but today she was starting to grate on him. “It’s Potter. Just the gesture will please him, never mind the packaging it comes in.” He sighed and pushed the hair out of his eyes with the back of his wrist. “Can you get me some of that boomslang powder please?”

She rolled her eyes at him but fetched the ingredient all the same. He still felt a small glimmer of a thrill at the thought that he, Potions Master of Hogwarts, had access to such a rare and restricted substance, and furthermore, he knew that Harry did too. Which made his current project the perfect gift for him.

Harry Potter. His boyfriend.

If access to boomslang was a glimmer, being with Harry was a supernova. He couldn’t believe it had taken them this long, after a year or so of hemming and hawing. Harry’d joined the faculty a year later than Draco, which made for a little awkwardness at first while they'd struggled to update their images of each other. They’d gotten to a place of cautious friendship, only for him to be blindsided by what had apparently been simmering under the surface for Harry for a long time. A very, very long time.

He added the powder to the potion, which changed to a pale, seafoam green, and then, under Pansy’s skeptical eye, he siphoned three droppersful onto the creature’s skin. It waved its tentacles at him again, not at all perturbed, and when Draco reached for the parchment he’d laid out upon the desk, he began to read aloud.

Pansy kept silent throughout the entire proceedings, and when he was finished, he tapped his wand on the creature’s back. “Colovaria,” he said, and the transformation was complete.

“Great,” she said. “He'll love it. Now can we go? There’s a new place in Hogsmeade I’d like to try.”

It was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes, but Pansy was still his best friend, and she'd made the effort to come and see him, when her life was already jam-packed. So, after tucking his project away into its new home, he went.

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Harry, even after two-odd years of working at Hogwarts, couldn’t get over how much it had changed. It wasn’t so much the appearance of the place, although there were a few areas that had needed rebuilding after the War. It still looked like the place he’d known as a boy, but the feeling was nearly unrecognizable in contrast to what it had been when he’d left on his quest for Horcruxes: warm, welcoming, and significantly less wracked by inter-House animosity.

It might’ve had something to do with Draco Malfoy.

Harry’d been ill at ease from day one, struggling to find his place as the newest Defense professor, and Malfoy, for whatever reason, had helped him to settle in. It had been awkward, painfully so at times, but Harry was self-aware enough by then that he could recognize the truth: Malfoy had changed.

Or maybe it was Harry who’d done most of the changing, and he’d just been too daft to see it until the day they’d taught a joint class together. It had been Harry’s idea, and he’d almost chickened out of suggesting it to Malfoy, except he felt that he owed it to his fifth-year students, who’d been curious about how Potions could be used in defense as a stealth tactic.

Thank Godric it had worked. And thank Slytherin that Malfoy had invited him for a drink in his office afterward.

It had hit him like a sack of bricks while they were drinking and chatting, the attraction, and as he traced back through his memory, he could see all too clearly that the infrastructure of his attraction had been there all along.

He hadn’t acted upon it then, and it would take him a good year or so before he did, but he’d never felt more alive than that night, after leaving his office and taking himself to the pitch to fly out his newfound feelings. To him, Malfoy had become Draco that night, and he would never see him in the same light again.

And here they were, barely six months into their relationship, and Harry, who’d developed a bit of a complex around Valentine’s Day, didn’t know what Draco expected of him.

He’d asked outright, just the night before, and Draco had smiled mysteriously. “Don’t worry about it,” he’d said, smoothing back Harry’s fringe (it was longer and more manageable now, thanks to Draco’s tutelage). “I’ll take care of everything.”

While Harry undressed for the night, he wondered what it was that made Draco so determined to take care of him. Even during their fledgling friendship, as young boys meeting for the first time in Madam Malkin’s, he’d tried to take Harry under his wing, only of course it had ended in disaster, and wouldn’t be rectified until over a decade later.

Disaster. An ill-timed event. A misaligning of the stars.

Harry grinned to himself as he slid between the sheets. They aligned much better now, in increasingly new and interesting ways, and he was looking forward to finding out what they might get up to this evening, once Draco returned from his outing with Pansy.

But when Draco returned, he said he was tired, and went to take a bath. All perfectly fine, but Harry felt let down by his own sense of anticipation. After some waffling, he began to stroke himself, imagining what he would have liked to do with Draco, and he was just starting to get somewhere when he realized that Draco was back in the room with him.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he said, flashing Harry a look that could have burned down the entire Forbidden Forest. And when he finally came to bed, Harry reached over and replaced his hand with Draco’s.

So it wasn’t something they hadn’t tried before, but it was enough.

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Upon waking, the first thing that Harry saw beside him in bed was a giant snail.

He let out a yelp, and leapt out of bed, realizing too late that he was inadequately dressed for the morning chill of February. He hastily grabbed for Draco’s robe, which he’d left draped over one side of the chair that took up the corner nearest to the window, and wrapped it around himself as he stared at the creature. “What the fuck?” he said aloud. “How the hell did you get in here?”

The snail, which was roughly the size of a Quaffle, wiggled its antennae at him. Except they weren’t antennae, were they? Harry remembered vaguely from school pre-Hogwarts that antennae were exclusive to insects and crustaceans, which meant that the snail must have… eye-stalks?

Before he could wring any more information out of his morning brain, the snail did something even more surprising. Its shell, which was a curious, iridescent shade of green, began to ripple with a pattern that resembled hearts, in purples, pinks, oranges, and reds, and its head stretched and elongated until it was fully extended toward Harry.

“Er… hello,” he said. “Sorry if I was rude before, but I really don’t have any idea what you’re doing here, or what you want.”

The snail, as if it were thinking things over, withdrew slightly, and its neck thickened until a mouth had appeared beneath the two stalks that topped its head. It all would have been very disturbing, except for the fact that hearts continued to ripple over the surface of its shell, and Harry was too fascinated to feel threatened.

And then the snail spoke, which made Harry reconsider the whole creepy factor.

“Beg pardon, Sir Harry,” said the snail, in a voice resembling a tiny foghorn. “But my purpose is clear. To find Lord Draco, we must far from here.”

Harry, befuddled and more than a little aghast, stammered, “W-what? What do you mean, find him? And what’s with the bloody rhyming?”

The snail shook its head at him. “Not to worry, he’s perfectly safe. But we should leave soon, before he starts to chafe.”

Harry closed his eyes and rubbed at them, deeply aware of how tired he was after a long week of teaching. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll play along. Hang on while I put on some clothes.”

The snail waggled its eye-stalks again. “Very well, but don’t delay. Lord Draco is on a strict timeline today.”

Harry bit back a groan and went for the closet, trading Draco’s bathrobe for something warmer. This better be worth it, he thought.

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Draco, tucked into one of the more picturesque flanks of the Forbidden Forest, was feeling a bit nervous.

He wasn’t generally prone to grand gestures, but he felt strongly enough about Harry and his troubled past that he wanted to make an extra effort for the occasion: their first Valentine’s Day ever.

But now, while he was cooling his heels and waiting for Harry to make an appearance, he was starting to wonder if he’d gone overboard.

The tent had been easy enough to set up, walls enchanted to keep the winter cold at bay, and he’d derived a singular pleasure from stringing small colored lanterns along the contours of the tent, filling the space with a warm, cozy glow. From there, it had been relatively easy to set up a table, and china, and minimalist silverware. (He knew from experience that having more than one fork at table made Harry nervous). The tablecloth was less fancy than he might have normally gone for, but he didn’t want to take any chances, given their history with tables. Or desks, really, but whatever the case, they seemed to have a yen for firm horizontal surfaces.

The crowning touch was the flowers. No lilies, because they made Draco sneeze, and no zinneas or petunias, because they reminded Harry of the Dursleys. Roses were a cliché, and Draco wanted to stand out, so he went with the first thing that came to mind: anemones. White, red, and purple, they were the perfect winter blooms, full of dramatic visual contrast and relatively little odor. That he made up for with hellebore, a sweetly scented flower that grew just as readily in winter. It didn’t really matter, as the greenhouse kept all manner of flowers growing year-round, but he liked to keep in time with the seasons, with just a hint of the promise of spring.

Breakfast hadn’t been Summoned yet, but he had it ready from the kitchens, held in stasis underneath the lid of a magically warmed chafing dish. He wasn’t sure if they would want to eat right away, but considering what he had in mind for the rest of the day, he imagined they would.

It was nearly eight-thirty, and still no sign of Harry. Draco wasn’t ready to panic, but he felt uneasy, and he pushed aside the tent flaps at the entrance to check yet again. What could be taking them so long?

At long last, he caught a glimpse of them through the opening to the tent, from where he watched as they approached. The snail-creature, while moving more quickly than your average gastropod, had a slow and deliberate pace, and Harry did not seem at ease with it.

“There you are,” he said, locking eyes with Harry. “I thought you’d never show.”

“Me?” Harry’s nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, as were the tips of his ears. The daft bugger had forgotten a hat, and his hair sprung in myriad directions, dusted with snow that had fallen from the trees. “I’m hardly the one that disappeared from our warm cozy bed this morning, or left that behind.” He gestured toward the snail, who appeared to be orating metered verse to the forest. “Where on Godric’s green earth did you find him?”

“Erm,” said Draco. “I made him.”

Harry stared, his breath making faint puffs in the air between them. “You made him?”

“Well, I Transfigured him. He was a regular snail originally, but I made a few, erm, enhancements.”

Harry gave his head a shake and hunched his shoulders. “Bloody hell. I don’t even know what to – well, let’s get inside first, I’m freezing my arse off.”

Draco crossed his arms and stepped aside, feeling a wave of chilly air as Harry breached the magical shield surrounding the tent. It subsided quickly, as Draco had been quite deliberate in casting the shield earlier that morning, but Draco still shook his head at Harry’s lack of forethought. “Trainers, Harry? Really?”

Harry shrugged and kicked them off. “I didn’t know how far we’d be going.” He glanced around, curiosity replacing the disgruntlement that had colored his expression up until then. “What is all this? Did you make this happen too?”

“I didn’t conjure it out of thin air, but yes, I put it all together.” Draco uncrossed his arms and took Harry’s coat – at least it was a thick down one, and not anything silly. “You must be hungry – shall we have some breakfast?”

Harry glanced back toward the entrance. “What about our little friend?”

“Oh, he’ll be quite all right in the forest,” said Draco, pulling out Harry’s chair for him and hung his coat over the back. “Unless you wanted to hear more Shakespearean sonnets over breakfast.”

Harry laughed. “No. Please. I can appreciate poetry under the right circumstances, but not first thing in the morning. Or from the mouth of a snail.”

Draco sat, his heart thudding in his chest. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. But he’d already set the plan into motion, and he would see it through, or perish. “Accio Breakfast,” he said with a wave of his wand, after Levitating the lid to one side. It was on plates already, and that at least, he knew Harry would like, as he’d included all his favorite breakfast foods.

“Oh, wow,” said Harry, his eyes lighting up in that endearing way he had, as if he were a small boy encountering Christmas for the first time. “This is brilliant.”

Draco, feeling pleased with himself, poured out French-press coffee for them both. He was a tea drinker, normally, but given the long day ahead, and Harry’s fondness for the stuff, he would make an exception.

“You’re a godsend,” said Harry, poking at Draco’s foot with his own. “Seriously, you couldn’t get me out of bed with a crane this early on a Saturday morning, if there weren’t coffee waiting.”

“Or a snail, apparently,” said Draco.

Harry smiled. “Or a snail.” He dug in with a fork and took his first bite. “What made you come up with the idea, anyhow?” he asked, mouth full.

“I’ll tell you later,” said Draco, and that was that.

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Harry, after two cups of excellent coffee, felt much more prepared to face the day. It was all a bit odd, but Draco was an odd and surprising person, and he’d learned that it was best to go along with whatever he had planned, as they generally ended in a satisfactory place.

He looked very elegant that morning, dressed in soft blues and greys, fingerless gloves, and a knitted green scarf and cap that sparkled, once they’d prepared to go back outdoors. They’d Summoned more appropriate winter clothing for Harry, and then they’d Summoned their broomsticks, which seemed to delight their friend the snail at first.

“Hang on,” said Draco, when Harry had mounted his broomstick. He went back inside the tent, and emerged with a large picnic basket, which he affixed to the back half of his broomstick. “I expect we’ll be out most of the day, so I packed some things to eat.”

With the basket magicked into place, he knelt and collected the snail, who succumbed willingly to his touch. Settling the creature atop the basket, he cast another Binding charm, which sent his eye-stalks waving wildly. “It’s all right,” he informed the snail. “It’s just a precautionary measure, so you don’t fall off.”

The creature didn’t seem reassured, and Draco swung one leg over his broomstick. “This’ll only take a minute,” he said, and kicked off.

It was a short fly, from the forest to the lake, and Draco landed on the nearest bank, removing the giant snail and depositing it gently on the ground. “We’ll be back,” he told the creature, who waved its eye-stalks at him.

“Now what?” said Harry, and Draco, pushing an errant strand of hair back into his cap, smiled in that sly way he had that made Harry want to straddle him in the snow.

He got to, later, once they’d flown for a while and reached a hill further north, where they hiked around for a bit amid snow that crackled with leftover ice and shrubs of gorse. It was beautiful, and invigorating from the winds that swept across the landscape at regular intervals, and Harry was only too glad for a little extra warming up after they’d had their fill of lunch.

“Godric,” he said, from his vantage point over Draco, while they both lay spread across a magically warmed blanket. “Could you get any more delicious to look at?”

Draco smirked. “I should hope so,” he said. “The day is only half over, and we haven’t even reached golden hour yet.”

They returned to the lake by sunset, and watched as they traded a thermos full of peppermint hot cocoa back and forth, Draco’s head settling into place against Harry’s shoulder as the sun made its dramatic exit.

At Draco’s insistence, they went for one last fly together once the sky had turned lapis lazuli blue, and when he looked down toward the surface of the frozen lake, Harry understood why.

There, he could see a message written in shimmering cursive, almost as if a certain snail had spent the day trekking across it, and the thought made him laugh out loud. Because it was all so unique, so Draco.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? I shan’t, because to me, there’s no comparing. You came along and showed a shining way From out the dark where I was curled, despairing. So whether we’re close, or far apart, To me, you are my home, my heart.

“You absolute nutter,” he said, once they’d landed back at the tent in the Forbidden Forest and kissed each other halfway to oblivion. “I still don’t get the snail thing, but it’s turned out to be a perfect day anyway.”

Draco, smiling, ducked inside and held open the flap for Harry. “Not over yet,” he said.

The colored lanterns had been replaced by Levitating red candles, and the table had been replaced by a tub full of water that steamed gently at the surface, and Harry was all too glad to slip into it, after a long day of exposure to the elements. He was tired, but after watching Draco take off his clothing and get in, he found that he had some life left in him yet. It was good, so very good, and when it was done, they rested in the water with arms stretched out along the rounded sides of the tub, basking in the afterglow.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” said Draco at last, pink-cheeked and eyes awash in candlelight. “I trust it was a good one?”

“The best,” said Harry, floating in for another kiss. “Even the parts I didn’t understand.”

Draco traced a pensive finger along Harry’s temple. “We don’t have to keep Ambrose, if you don’t like him.”

“It’s not that I don’t like him,” said Harry, smiling at the name. “I just don’t know what we’d do with him. Don’t you think he’d be awfully bored for most of the year?”

“Not necessarily. He’s meant for conveying messages. It could be kind of fun.”

“He’s very, erm, unique,” said Harry, suppressing a laugh. “What will other people make of him?”

“It’s not really any of their business, is it?” said Draco. “If I want to send you rhyming couplets by snail mail, I see no reason not to.”

Something finally clicked in Harry’s brain, and this time, he couldn’t hold the laughter in. “Sorry,” he wheezed, “but if that’s what you think ‘snail mail’ is, I’m afraid you’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick.”

Draco waited patiently until the laughter had subsided. “Harry,” he said. “Of course I know it isn’t literal. It’s just… the muggle version of snail mail is so boring, I felt a need to experiment.” He counted off on his fingers: “First I tried written communication, but that didn’t feel very practical or sanitary. Then I tried giving it my voice and some semblance of my face, and that was just horrifying. And then I remembered how much you enjoyed that evening of Shakespeare we attended over the summer, so I thought, why not?” He lifted a damp eyebrow at Harry. “Just be glad I didn’t give him a little feathered hat and neck ruffle.”

“Oh,” said Harry, and blushed even deeper than he already had. “I guess… I’m still learning how your mind works. I don’t always get your sense of humor, you know.”

“But you will,” said Draco, with a crooked smile. “This is just the beginning.”

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #drarry #valentine's #at hogwarts #with a snail #humor and fluff #and just a liiiiittle bit o' spice

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Kinkmas (11)- The Grinch Who Stole Her Heart

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: When a certain witch discovers your hate for Christmas, she can't help but try her best into convincing you to love the festive season.

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Christmas Fluff, Flirting, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Christmas Decorating, Gingerbread houses, Ice Skating, Snowball Fights, Soft Smut, First time, Inexperienced Wanda/Experienced Reader, Fingering, Praise, Confessions, Aftercare

Kinkmas Masterlist

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Gentle chatter and a tranquil, festive atmosphere wrapped around the common room of the compound like a warm, cosy blanket, most of the team bunched up on various sofas with snacks ready in hand, waiting for Wanda to finally press the play button to start Home Alone on the big screen.

The witch, however, was not ready to start the movie, her eyes flickering over the content and excited faces of the team, searching for one individual in particular.

You.

Where were you?

"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asked, puzzled, the soft murmur in the room going quiet, curious and confused gazes meeting one another at the brunette's question, apprehensive to tell the truth.

Natasha carefully placed down the bowl of popcorn that was in her lap, inadvertently stopping Clint from stealing more of the treat which made him grumble a little, the redhead looking between the rest of the team, not wanting to dampen the young woman's mood.

It had become abundantly clear over the last few days and since the start of December that Wanda was in love with the idea of Christmas and all the festive traditions, the team having tried their best to keep you away from her, despite the witch subconsciously seeking you out, her mind unable to explain why her heart would flutter in your presence, her mood always being lifted by you.

"Y/n isn't a 'fan' of Christmas," Natasha cautiously phrases her words, not wanting to ruin the mood that was so gratefully appreciated in the room, the uplifted mood of Christmas enabling the mighty Avengers to have some time to relax and spend together as a family.

"What?" Wanda's tone signalling her confusion at how someone could possibly not like Christmas, her head tilting in her usual manner, Pietro speeding from the sofa to stand with his sister, seemingly just as baffled.

"How can she not be a fan of Christmas?" Pietro adds, just as obsessed with the festive season as his sister, his love for it being driven by the sheer amount of food and presents though.

"She just..." Natasha trails off, thinking how to explain your lack of jolliness, her eyes flickering to Clint for a little help. The archer simply shrugs, her leg kicking back at his shin for his lack of usefulness, a small yelp escaping him as he grabs the popcorn bowl, deciding that the food would be a sufficient apology from her.

"She hates it," Tony bluntly puts it, everyone's head turning from the sofas to the billionaire in the kitchen, fixing himself a ridiculously large hot chocolate in the beautifully decorated kitchen, annoyance written across Steve and Natasha's face as they wanted to keep it a peaceful evening.

"She doesn't 'hate' it," Steve tries to reason, his blue eyes flickering towards Sam and Bucky who are disinterested in what's going on, most likely bickering between themselves over who gets more room on the sofa.

"Oh come on Capsicle," Tony teases, Steve's cheeks darkening at the nickname the man uses for him, mumbling under his breath an 'oh god' at the billionaire's mischievous tone. "She hates it. End of. We've all tried to get her to like it but she just refuses to enjoy the Christmas spirit," he says whilst placing his steaming mug down, flopping onto his section of the sofa and asking Friday to lower the lights, wanting to watch the film now. "Now, are we going to watch the film or not?" He asks, clearly not bothered by your absence.

"Not all of us have tried," Wanda says after a moment, tossing the remote to Natasha, hoping she'd somehow keep the boys in check, knowing the chaos the entire team could cause without her magic there to stop objects flying across the room. "Start the film without me," Wanda calls out, walking out of the room, determined to find your room and figure out a way to persuade you into falling in love with the magical season.

Despite not figuring out a plan, the brunette knocks on your door with purpose, waiting outside for you to open up, various thoughts flooding through her mind as she impatiently plays with the rings on her fingers.

Eventually, you open your bedroom door, your brow raising at her current outfit, a smug smirk creeping onto your lips. The Christmas themed pyjamas amused you as you let your eyes wander down the various festive items decorating the fabric, the red and green chequered pants slightly too long for her as they pooled around her ankles, the fluffy socks further entertaining you as you stood in a simple, thin shirt and joggers, a stark contrast to her holiday themed get up.

"What-"

"Why do you hate Christmas?" she asks, enticing green eyes gazing into yours curiously, your eyes widening at her forward question, a soft chuckle escaping you, Wanda unable to stop the swarm of butterflies in her stomach at the sound.

"Why do you love Christmas?" You counter, leaning against the door frame as you see various emotions flicker across her face, your features softening at her adorably annoyed state.

"Why do I love Christmas?" She repeats almost shocked, still baffled at the whole ordeal, "It's just magical," her tone laced with the love she has for the time of year. "It's a time to spend with family, to give gifts, to have fun with silly traditions," she lists, watching closely to your reactions as your soft expression remains uninterested.

"Just seems like a lot of effort to me," you casually say, her brows furrowing at your words, mouth parting and closing, unsure of what to say. "Is that all you wanted to ask? I'm currently in the middle of a mission report," your tone is annoyingly soft and calm, determination brewing in Wanda to show you how amazing Christmas was but still unsure how.

"No, I..." she trails off for a moment, tilting her head marginally to the side as she thinks hard about how to convince you. "Do you really hate it?" She asks, tone trying her best to hide the disappointment that filled her, your smile softening, body pushing yourself off the frame of the door to look at her properly, still amused at her clothing.

"It's just not for me, Wanda," your tone apologetic as you gathered how much she loved the season, your heart clenching a little at the despondent look that took over her face, wishing you could ensure a smile was always on her lips, only ever wanting her to be happy.

"Ok," she whispers, slowly nodding at your words and turning around to retreat to where the rest of the team was, a sudden idea entering her mind as she hears you shutting the door. "Give me one week," her tone desperate and rushed as your hand halted, opening the door with a confused look, laughing softly as she quickly walked back over to the door, fluffy socks sliding a little on the smooth floor.

"What?" your tone matches the curiosity engraved on your face, smile widening at the glint of hope in her eyes.

"Give me one week to show you how magical Christmas is," she explains further, her enchanting green eyes almost putting you under a spell, part of you contemplating giving into her despite your dislike for everything about December 25th. Your face shows your conflicted state, Wanda taking your delayed response as a win, her nose scrunching up in a way that has your heart beating wildly in your chest, an inexplicable onrush of affection flowing through you. "Please?" she adds, excitement creeping into he tone as you sigh out heavily, unable to resist the soft spot you had for her, a smile gracing your features.

"One week," you begrudgingly say, a smile still present on your face though as her lips stretch into a wide grin, joy filling her as various ideas flood through her mind, ready to warm you up to the season.

***

"I'm not so sure you're trying to convince me," you mutter, lifting the heavy box of decorations and trudging your way towards her room, "I feel like you're just using me for slave labour," you grumble, peaking over the box to watch your step, bumping into the corner of the door frame before dropping the box onto the floor, a rattle of baubles filling the room.

"If you stopped complaining and acting like the grinch this would be a whole lot easier," she teases, crouching down and opening the box, looking up at you with a small smirk that has you rolling your eyes, happiness taking over your chest as you follow her command.

"The grinch is an icon," you mumble, flickering your gaze away from the aesthetic decorations in the box and into her alluring green, finding them far more interesting than the shiny plastic objects.

"Yeah? And why is that?" Her tone is playful and cheerful, eliciting an involuntary smile from you as you struggle to maintain your composure near her, the crush you thought you had gotten over seeming to resurface, her brow raising expectantly as she waits for you to continue.

"He lives in a mountain with his dog, away from people, sounds like heaven to me," your tone slightly sarcastic, earning a soft laughter from her, her eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Her gaze drifts away from you as her own heart starts to beat wildly in her chest at being able to spend time with you, her lips pulling up into a shy smile. "And he's green," you add, a humorous grin taking over your face, cracking her composure.

A giggle leaves her lips at your tone, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tries to stifle her laugh, her eyes meeting yours with an amused glimmer in them, your smile widening as warmth floods through you in a tender manner.

"What's so special about the colour green?" She manages to ask when she stops laughing, entertained by your words, reluctantly turning her back away from you as she moves towards the tree in her room with a bundle of lights, beckoning you over as she untangles them, wanting your help to decorate her room as she hadn't had time to do it yet.

It's the colour of your eyes is what you initially think of saying, a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you rethink an answer, grateful she wasn't looking at you as you thought it, her head soon looking back over her shoulder as you don't answer.

"I don't know," you unconvincingly respond, shoulders shrugging, "It's just a cool colour." Wanda chuckles, clearly not believing your vague answer as she looks at your form over her shoulder, playfully shaking her head before continuing to wrap the lights around the pine tree while you gradually make your way over to her, your attention flickering over to her desk.

"Oh my god," you laugh out, admiring the framed photograph of Wanda and Pietro dressed up for Halloween in Sokovia, chuckling at their ridiculous outfits. "Pietro looks like Fury with that eye patch," you snicker out, Wanda rushing over to you and sliding the photo out of your hands, embarrassed by her toothy grin in it, a smile still on her face as she hears your genuine laugh, her gaze moving to the photo of her and her brother that she always loved.

"He wanted to be his own version of a pirate," she explains with a nostalgic tone, placing down the photo while you just admire her features, getting lost in thought again, the feelings you tried to bury trying their best to take over you as you simply smile at her softly, a tender expression taking over her face at your enamoured gaze.

"I bet he was just as annoying as a child as he is now," you tease, making her laugh again, your heart melting at being able to hear the sound again, the brunette placing an ornament in your hand to stop you procrastinating, sensing your attempt at stalling her plans.

"Even more," she jokes, her fingers brushing over yours softly, the touch engraved in your memory as they pull away from you, Wanda snapping you out of your thoughts as she continues. "Now come on, we have a tree to decorate," her tone adding excitement to it as you let out a displeased grumble, still smiling at her though.

Maybe, just maybe, the next week wasn't going to be as bad as you thought.

***

"I hope you know I'm only here because you promised me food," you mumble whilst your hand supports your head as you sit at the kitchen island, eyes wandering around the various decorations littered around the room then towards the woman in front of you, observing how she rolls out the gingerbread.

A soft, genuine smile takes over her face in amusement, her gaze lifting to meet your form watching her attentively, chuckling softly as she continues to measure out the dimensions for the house she intended on making, a playful and teasing expression taking over her angelic features.

"Is that so?" she asks, slicing through the dough she's rolled to create the walls of the house, your eyes trained on the deft way her fingers move, gaze lifting to watch her concentrate, in awe of her working. You knew Wanda loved to cook and bake, but to watch her properly, almost intimately, made you truly appreciate her love for the hobby.

"Yep," you say while popping the 'p', smiling at the way she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, a streak of powdered sugar visible against her skin, your teeth biting down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing at her cute state.

"Well if someone wants to eat they have to help," her tone reprimanding you for not helping her at all so far.

"I've helped," you say, pretending to take offence as she uses her magic to softly push you off the stool at the kitchen island, a small groan leaving you as you eventually wander around the kitchen to stand next to her. "Does moral support not mean anything anymore?" you mutter as she hands you a spoon, your fake mood crumbling away at the way she peers up at you with a raised brow, the streak of sugar making you smile.

"What?" she laughs out when you end up staring at her forehead too long, a nervous expression on her face as you grab a cloth from the countertop and delicately wipe away the mess on her skin, her cheeks a similar colour to her magic as she tries to control her emotions, a shy smile taking over her features as you meet her gaze with an affectionate look.

"There's my contribution," you joke, tossing the cloth back onto the countertop as Wanda sees the small smear of powdered sugar on the fabric, the wave of embarrassment never coming as you continue to smile at her, her head shaking at your antics.

"You're not getting out of it that easy," she chuckles out, setting up the bowl for you to make the icing in, handing you everything you'd need before checking on the gingerbread that was in the oven, making sure everything was going to plan.

After you've made the icing and the dough is baked to perfection as well as having cooled down, Wanda starts to put together the house with your help, deciding to ask Friday to help encourage the festive spirit by getting them to play the witch's Christmas playlist, an amused glint present in your eyes as you picture her listening to the music on her own, most likely dancing to each tune.

Your fingers carefully hold the wall of gingerbread, Wanda delicately piping the icing along the edges to help stabilise the structure, the smell of the freshly made treat making your mouth yearn to taste the delicious flavours, the other woman humming the tune to the song that was playing as you assembled the house together. Quicker than you expected, you had the house made and just in need of decorating, your gaze now on Wanda who softly sang the lyrics to 'Last Christmas', a mischievous smile taking over your face.

As if sensing your gaze on her, she met your admiring stare, her smile stretching that little bit wider as she lifts the spoon from the icing bowl, using it as a microphone as she keeps her enchanting eyes on you.

"Tell me, baby, do you recognise me?" she sings, her voice angelic as you can't help but watch in awe as she subtly dances near you, walking behind your body and enticing you to follow her. "Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me," her gentle voice sounding around the room, blessing your ears as she sings the iconic song, "'Happy Christmas', I wrapped it up and sent it, with a note saying 'I love you' I meant it, now I know what a fool I've been." Her words further lure you into being amazed by her, your body turning once again to follow her movements, her body next to yours as she places the bowls she's just collected on the countertop, her eyes lifting up to meet your enamoured gaze, "But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again." Your breath hitches at the way her eyes subconsciously drift to your lips before flickering back up, the soft, loving glint evident in her eyes as the gaze lingers, her only breaking the gaze when the desire to kiss you becomes too strong.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day-"

"You sold it on ebay," you interrupt, a teasing smile on your lips as you steal the piping bag from her, a laugh spilling from her lips at your immature behaviour. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to Marks and Spencers," her hand lightly slaps your arm as you 'ruined' the chorus for her, her smile almost reaching her ears though at the pure joy you managed to fill her with, your arms raising in surrender as you see wisps of magic flicker at her fingers, knowing how she could torture you with ticklish sensations like she did a couple days ago when decorating the tree. "Ok, ok," you laugh out in surrender as the red tendrils brush over your skin, "Tesco extra instead of Marks and Spencers?"

She simply smacks you lightly once again on the shoulder, her hand lingering against your body before pulling back, rolling her eyes at your amused and smug smile, cheekily squeezing a little of the icing onto your finger to taste it.

"Mhmm delicious," you softly moan at the sweet treat, exaggerating your love for the simple food you made, Wanda stealing the bag back from you and pointing it at you like it was a weapon.

"Stop eating all the decorations," she mutters, using her magic to push away the bowl full of sprinkles, laughing softly at the way your hand misses and hits the table, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Fine," you grumble as she hands you the piping bag back, letting you have full reign on decorating the gingerbread house, something she'd inevitably regret.

***

A couple hours later you're sprawled out against the sofa, a bowl of the broken gingerbread house in your lap as you tilt your head to look at Wanda, once again admiring her features while she was fully immersed in whatever was playing on the tv.

Your eyes focus on each delicate feature of her face, trailing over the slight dust of pink on her cheeks, a few strands of brunette locks framing her face perfectly and the gentle slope of her nose before spending a little more time admiring her plump lips and eventually settling on her mesmerising eyes. Your heart clenched a little at her beauty, your gaze eventually being torn away from her as you knew you shouldn't think of her as more of a friend, to get lost in fantasy of what it would feel like to be with her all over again as you remember the pain of pushing it all down.

The soft giggle that left her lips immediately knocked you out of your thoughts, the smile that seemed ever present near her emerging once again as you raised your brow at her when you met her gaze, her nose scrunching in that captivating manner as red wisps form at the tips of her fingers once again.

"I thought we were going to share the gingerbread," She teases lightly, using her magic to steal a piece from you, your hand wrapping protectively around your bowl of treats.

"Woah, this is mine Maximoff," you defensively say, using her surname playfully, addicted to the taste of the icing you used to cover most of the crisp gingerbread, the aim of your decorations to give you a sugar overload. "I decorated it," you mumble, squinting your eyes at her when she floats over a larger piece from the bowl in faux annoyance, your hands placing the bowl down as there way no way you'd be able to stop her magic, your eyes watching with interest how the red tendrils delicately flow through the air.

"And I made it," she counters, biting into the corner of the roof, a pleased noise escaping her at the taste of it, the festive spirit further consuming her as the taste brings back many memories of past Christmases, a nostalgic look taking over her face momentarily.

"I thought you were trying to convince me to like Christmas," you joke as you lean back against the sofa, eyes trained on her as she raises her brow at your relaxed manner, continuing to eat her piece of gingerbread.

"I am, is it working?" She asks, smiling at you hopefully, her enthralling green solely focused on you making it hard to think straight and come up with your usual sarcastic remark. You pause for a moment, Wanda's head tilting in curiosity as you remain silent, a small blush forming on your cheeks as you gather yourself together.

"It would be if I got to eat all the gingerbread," you tease eventually, switching your gaze to something other than her alluring beauty, eyes landing on the various sweets stuck on the white icing.

"Is it actually working though?" She asks again, voice holding a more serious and intrigued tone compared to her joking tone, her green containing a hint of nerves as she really hoped it was.

Your mouth opens and closes to respond, unsure of what to say. If you were being honest, you didn't love the festive season any more, you simply enjoyed the last three days because you were with her.

"It hasn't changed my opinion on Christmas," you say softly, her face dropping a little making you continue, "But, I have had so much fun over the last few days, I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you fix her mood instantly, a blush taking over her face this time, her gaze flickering away from you, teeth biting down softly on her lower lip to try and contain her smile.

"Yeah?" she murmurs out a little timidly, gathering the courage to meet your softening gaze once more, the two of you smiling at each other, unaware of the swirling emotions in both of you. "Well still I've got four more days to fix that," she says, tone determined and adamant that she would persuade you, your smile growing that little bit wider at her confidence, part of you hoping she was right just to see that smile on her face.

***

"I'm not so sure about this Wanda," your voice a little shaky as your fingers grip the edge of the wall as tightly as possible, the ice skates you were wearing sliding on the ice in a manner than unnerved you, your eyes lifting to find Wanda only to see her skating off skilfully, turning back to you with a teasing look.

"Come on, I promise it's fun," she calls back, swarms of people brushing past you, further adding to your nerves as you hated how unstable you felt, her green eyes meeting yours through the crowd, sensing how uncomfortable you felt.

You watched a little embarrassed as she effortlessly skated over to you, the sound of screaming children nearby and the scratching of ice being blocked out as she comes closer to you, a different kind of anxiety flowing through you at her little smirk.

"Is the infamous Y/n, world hero and Avenger, scared of ice skating?" she teases softly, your eyes rolling at her comment. Just because you were an Avenger didn't mean you enjoyed activities like this.

"No..." you trailed off, your foot slipping slightly, Wanda watching how your body immediately tensed, knuckles bleeding white at your grip on the edge of the wall, her hand moving to your lower back to keep you stable, wanting to make sure you were alright. "Maybe just a little," you confess quietly, hoping she wouldn't find it a problem, her smile turning a little sympathetic. "It's scary ok? Steve got stuck in ice for like seventy plus years in it so it must be very dangerous," you explain, a genuine laugh slipping past her lips at your reasoning.

"It was only sixty six years," she corrects, your head shaking a little at her words, your mind processing where her hand was, a wave of butterflies taking over your body as your fingers adjust their grip on the cold edge.

"Do you trust me?" Her voice a gentle whisper, your mind focussing on her, only her as she looks at you as if you were the only thing going on in the ice rink, your head nodding as you couldn't muster any words to leave your mouth, far too nervous to not embarrass yourself any further.

Her hands gently clasp yours, her fingers intimately interlocking with yours, her soft gaze meeting your hesitant one, her feet guiding her backwards as she slides across the ice, pulling you carefully with her.

"Bend your knees a little," she instructs, trying to guide you into the best position so you wouldn't fall. You try to listen to her but the feeling of her impossibly soft hands in yours makes all common sense leave your mind, your body just about listening to her instructions. "Don't lean too far forwards if you don't want to fall," she playfully whispers, keeping you close to her as she can tell it's keeping you calm, her intoxicating perfume reaching your senses and further drowning you in the thought of her. "That's it," she praises softly, a small smile reaching your lips as you skate slightly on your own, still tightly gripping onto her, not that she minded.

The two of you did a few laps around the ring, your grip on her gradually decreasing as your confidence grew, the two of you stopping by a wall to relax for a moment, your cheeks and noses tinted pink from the cold room, smiles engraved on both of your faces.

Your smile widens when you see a child fall over, a snicker leaving your lips as you can't help it, Wanda playfully pushing you at your reaction, reprimanding your behaviour as the mother briefly looks over towards you two in annoyance, her child's face pulling into distress. Panic flashes across your face as you slip a little, your arm shooting out to wrap around hers, pulling yourself into her body, flush against her, making both of your blushes darken a little, her arm wrapping around you to keep you upright.

"Don't," you mumble when you feel her laugh against you, your body melting against hers as she keeps you stable and secure, her body also helping you keep warm.

"Don't what? Tease you?" She chuckles out, your head turning to meet her amused and mischievous gaze, breath hitching a little as you underestimated the space between you, your lips mere inches away from hers, both of your gazes drifting down to one another's mouths.

The heat that washes over you when her slightly darkened green meet yours causes you to straighten your back, pulling yourself further away from her face, your hand hesitantly reaching further down her arm to her fingers, interlocking them once again to try and keep your thoughts on anything but the longing to feel her lips on yours, a brief moment of courage washing through you when she doesn't pull back.

"I won't tease you," she whispers out once she's gotten control over her pounding heart, her cheeks still tinted pink as she smiles at your hand holding hers, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand, grateful for you being braver than her and initiating something. "But that doesn't mean I won't tell Nat," a soft laugh leaves you as you meet her eyes once more, sensing the mirth in them as she imagined the various ways the Russian would torment you.

"I'm never going to hear the end of it," you mumble, her nose scrunching at your tone, the action making you think it was worth any amount of teasing comments that Natasha could throw at you, the warmth that wrapped around your heart at her expression worth anything in the world as she drags you away from the wall again, skating with you, hand in hand.

***

A relentless pounding at your door has you reluctantly rolling out of bed, in dire need of a nap after the new workout Natasha wanted to try with you, your body ready to sink into your soft mattress and relax for just a little bit.

"You better have some more gingerbread," you mutter as you hear Wanda call your name through the door, your hand turning your door handle and opening, revealing the woman who consumed all your thoughts. "What-" A thick winter coat was thrown at you, your body not expecting the item making you take a step back, your eyes widening at Wanda in confusion as you properly took a hold of the clothing item, the coat a contrast to your oversized shirt and joggers.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" she sings in a teasing voice, a groan leaving your lips at the movie reference, a tired sigh leaving your lips.

"I just wanna sleep," you whine out as she simply walks into your room as you turn away, smiling at the way you still comply to her question, searching through your wardrobe for a thick jumper and pants, not wanting to freeze in the cold as snowflakes gracefully spilled from the sky, the grass surrounding the compound drowning in the white blanket of snow.

"You can sleep later," her tone amused at the way you shake your head at her, amazed at the way she has you wrapped around her finger as you shrug on the coat she tossed you, turning your head and sending a pointed look.

"This better be worth it," you mumble, her body coming closer to yours and fixing your hood as it was sticking out weird, her cold fingers brushing the back of your neck causing you to wake up a little more.

"Spending time with me is always worth it," she whispers, recalling how you confessed to her how you enjoyed being with her, a smile creeping onto your lips as you chuckle at her words, her eyes peering up into yours as you let her fix your outfit, unable to stop the warmth bubbling inside you.

"That is true," you murmur ever so softly, her smile widening as she lets her hands drift to your shoulders to smooth the coat out, growing in confidence near you after being together for the last four days constantly. "But sleep is pretty amazing too," you mumble, earning her signature nose scrunch, your heart beating that little bit faster at the enamoured look in her eyes.

"Come on," she sighs out, walking behind you and pushing you towards the door, struggling a little as you use your strength to keep you planted.

"Save me bed! She's trying to kidnap me," you call out dramatically, chuckling as she uses her magic to push you out of the door, you calling out of your bed once more, earning another string of laughter from her as she leads you out of the compound, walking side by side with you, letting your bodies brush.

A chill takes over your body as you trudge your way through the snow that's piling up, the sound of satisfying crunches and nearby birds filling the air as you let Wanda lead you to the best place to build her desired snowman. You watch with an affectionate gaze at her thick gloves and the scarf that's wrapped so tightly around her neck, the bobble hat that she stole from you moving with each step she takes, her head looking her shoulder at you, her smile almost reaching her ears.

You follow her until she stops, deciding this was the best location to build it, her eyes looking back at the compound and ensuring you'd be able to see it from the large window in the common room, unaware of the redhead and archer sitting peacefully together, curious as to what you two were doing, a glint of realisation flickering across Natasha's face.

Unable to stop yourself, you give into the temptation of crouching down in the snow, grabbing a handful of it and moulding it into the shape of a large snowball, trying to perfect the shape to make it easier to throw.

"Hey Wanda?" You call out innocently, lining up your shot as you wait for her to turn around, her eyes glimmering with joy before widening, unable to move out of the way as the snow crashes against her body, exploding into various fragments of white dust, a gasp leaving her lips.

You can't help but laugh wholeheartedly at her reaction, an uncontrollable laughter escaping you as happiness consumes you entirely, shock present on her face to begin with before revenge takes over, taking advantage of your distracted state and grabbing a handful of snow, ready to throw it back at you.

Your laughter is interrupted when she headshots you with the snowball, disbelief evident on your face as her smile grows smug, a dangerous chuckle leaving you making her smile slowly fade, mischief evident on your face. At your expression, Wanda starts to run, laughter spilling from her lips as she gets a head start, your legs swiftly moving to catch up with her.

"Oh no you don't," you call out, your smile engraved on your face as you chase after, using your abilities to help you catch up to her. You can't stop the genuine laughter that escapes you as you dodge the snowballs her magic throws at you blindly, your body gradually catching up to her, inching closer as the two of you trample through the snow like idiots, not caring about anything else in the world but one another. Eventually, your arm wraps around her middle, pulling her closer to your body as you grab a load of snow with your other hand, intending on dropping it on her head, your plan not working as you both go tumbling in the snow, laughter still sounding around the two of you. "Gotcha," you chuckle out as you land on top of her, her hands holding onto your shoulders as your body is flush against hers, your hand cupping the back of her head protectively and the other bracing your body above hers.

Her breath gently fans across your face as you both pant a little from the sudden running, your eyes getting lost in hers as she smiles up at you angelically, your gaze eventually drifting across her features, still stunned by her beauty. Your gaze settles on her lips, watching how she subtly wets her lower lip before her teeth gently bite down on it, your eyes flickering up to her softening green, building up to ask her the question you've wanted to for ages.

"Can.... Can I kiss you?" your voice a barely audible whisper, the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage deafening in your ears as you await a response, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering vigorously.

"Took you long enough to ask," she murmurs playfully, having heard your thoughts about her eyes all those days ago, piecing together that you may have felt the same way about her as she did towards you.

Her fingers fisted against the hem of your coat and pulled you down into her body, claiming your lips in the way you both longed for. You kissed her tenderly, her lips pressing over yours just as affectionately, the cold tip of her nose brushing against yours as you got lost in the moment together. Your eyes fluttered shut to savour the feeling of her mouth, how gentle and soft it was as you weren't guaranteed another chance, another kiss, so you forced your racing thoughts to stop for a moment as your lips moved against hers lovingly, wanting to engrave the feeling into your mind forever. The kiss was shy and timid, your lips remaining together for mere seconds, but the intimacy of it made your head spin with the thought of her. The thought of her body pressed against yours, her mouth pressed against yours, forehead leaning against yours and arms pulling you impossibly closer, it was all too much. You were utterly mesmerised by her. Everything just felt so pure, sogenuine, so... intimate that it made you sigh gently into her mouth, pulling back with nothing but love evident in your eyes as she matched your tender gaze, just as obsessed with you as you were her.

"I told you this would be worth it," she whispers against you, her lips gently brushing yours, enticing you into gently claiming hers once more, smiling into her mouth.

"It really was," you murmur lovingly against her, her head hiding against your shoulder as she can't stop the wide smile appearing on her face, her nose scrunching up once more as you melt against her body, joy coursing through you at what just happened.

She kissed you.

You actually just kissed her.

A wave of giddiness overtook you as you grinned at her when she pulled back from your body, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes as her hands left your body, your mind paying no attention to it as she looked at you in that adoring manner, consuming your thoughts.

What you didn't expect was to feel snow hitting the back of your head, an adorable laugh leaving her at her playful actions, disbelief evident on your face. The feeling of betrayal immediately left you at the heavenly noise that spills delicately from her, your head shaking to remove the snow in your hair as she cups your cheek, guiding you back down for an apologetic kiss, the two of you unable to stop smiling.

Another individual who couldn't stop smiling was Natasha who watched the scene unfold through the window with Clint, glad that you finally acted on your crush and helped her win the bet with the archer. He grumbled as he reached for his wallet, searching for the desired note as a sigh of relief left the redhead when you started to walk hand in hand through the snow, finding somewhere else to finally build the snowman.

***

Humming to yourself, you found yourself in Wanda's room again, this time sprawled out of her bed, waiting for the witch to return with the snacks for the movie night she planned for you. It was going to be a Christmas marathon, starting with Home Alone one and two, then onto the Grinch so Wanda could tease you about your 'icon' and then finally Elf as she was sure you'd be asleep by then, having discovered how much you loved to lay in bed yesterday when you fell asleep during the first attempt at the marathon, much to her amusement. This time, however, she planned to keep you awake with food and potentially a cuddle as the two of you swiftly discovered how much you both craved physical touch, even if it was something small like holding hands, a smile growing on her lips as she enters the room, remembering the various instances of you subtly reaching for her hand and interlocking your fingers.

A soft chuckle leaves her lips at the way your head raises off the bed at the sound of the door shutting, your eyes growing curious when you see the bowl in her hands, instantly perking up and eager to know what she brought. When your eyes saw the popcorn in the bowl, your smile widened, moving around on her bed so that your back was against the pillow at the headboard, arm raising to welcome her body against your side, the other woman complying to your silent request.

The feeling of her body snuggling against yours caused a grin to break out on your face, your heart unable to comprehend the sheer joy you felt over the last few days, grateful for her making such an impact on your life.

"You're incredible," you murmur softly when she places the bowl into your lap, your lips pressing to her temple, the art of being affectionate with one another natural to you both.

"Are you only saying that because I brought food?" she teases, carefully picking up a piece of the sweet and salty treat and placing it into her mouth, her head tilting to rest against your shoulder as she uses her magic to bring the remote closer to you both, her hand effortlessly grabbing it and starting the first film of the night.

"No, I'm saying that because you are the most amazing and beautiful woman I know," you whisper against her hair, earning a blush at your charming words. "Who just happens to always bring me food," you add teasingly, earning a playful pinch to your side, a small yelp leaving you.

"Shhh, just watch the film Detka," she murmurs, your smile widening at the endearment, not commenting on it as she shuffles her body closer to you, her fingers playing with whatever part of your shirt she can reach as the two of you delve into the world of Christmas cinema, content with being one another.

As the film plays on, without even realising it, your hand rests on her thigh, tracing idle patterns against the thin fabric of her pyjama pants, Wanda's cheeks a similar colour to her festive clothing as her thoughts go down a sinful route. She can't help the warmth that pools between her thighs at your actions, your hand high up on her thigh as your toned body presses into her, her mind replaying the image of you working out earlier, the way your body effortlessly showed signs of strength and stamina, her eyes having a hard time from tearing away from your hands, watching as your veins showed slightly, further adding to the arousal that started to build within her as she got lost in thought.

Hesitantly, she tilted her head to rest at the crook of your neck, her lips softly pressing a kiss there as she knew you weren't paying attention to the film, your thoughts growing louder as you replay all your memories with the brunette, the overwhelming amount of happiness and love you felt allowing the witch to hear them. To try and gain your attention, she pressed another kiss to your neck, your breath hitching at the action as your hand freezes at her thigh, her lips burning against your skin as your body grows warmer at her suggestive move.

"Detka," she sighs out, her breath fanning across your skin as she pulls back from your neck, her green eyes meeting yours, desire but also nervousness shimmering them.

"Yes?" you whisper out, gaze subconsciously drifting to her lips, remembering how addictive they are, your own eyes darkening as your gaze lingers, unable to look at anything else.

"I don't think either of us are watching the film," her voice is barely audible as she murmurs the words, tilting her head slightly, the action causing her lips to inch closer to yours, the movement subtly seductive as you wait for her to make the move, sensing a bit of indecision from her.

"I don't think we are," your tone lowering a little, patiently waiting for her, not wanting her to do anything she'd regret.

"I wonder what else we could possibly do..." she trails off, smiling a little shyly, biting down on her lower lip and fuck, you don't think you've ever felt so hot before, the sight of her intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight.

"I have no idea," you whisper back with a small smirk, tilting your head down so that your lips were brushing over hers gently, not applying enough pressure to give her what she wanted, your eyes watching how hers flutter shut, awaiting your mouth. "What do you suggest?"

"I think... I think we should kiss," she rasps out, moving her body so that she was facing you properly, your brow raising a little at her words as your smile grows, fingers moving to brush back a few stray strands of her hair back, eventually letting your hand rest on her cheek, cupping her jaw and bringing her a little closer.

Your eyes flicker over all of her features, admiring them all while waiting for her to lower her face, the brunette only doing so marginally, mirroring your actions and wanting to memorise every inch of your beauty.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face even more, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's admired you enough and savoured the moment, she kisses you. She kisses you softly and tentatively to begin with as you explore each other's mouths, her actions soon growing a little more confident as the kiss grows hungrier, Wanda seemingly starved of you. It's intimate, it's desperate, it's passionate. It's everything you dreamed it to be.

You can't do anything but give into her relentless mouth, hand clutching at her sweater to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.

A soft moan leaves her when you guide her to straddle your lap, heat immediately taking over her body, your touch burning into her skin as arousal pools between her legs at the feeling of your body pressed against hers, strong arms wrapping around her, a sensual sigh escaping you as when she pulls back from the kiss, eyes darkening with desire as you peer up into the green, a shameless smile on your lips.

"I think we should do that again," you tease, leaning in for another kiss as she smiles against you, her confidence growing with every kiss, every peck in between laboured breaths as her hands move to your shoulders momentarily, gliding them down your back in a seductive way, a groan leaving you at the way her fingers press into the toned muscle satisfyingly.

Experimentally, you slide your tongue into her mouth, a sinful moan escaping her as she welcomes your advances, your hands toying with the hem of her jumper, not sure how far she wanted to go as your mouths move lewdly together, her back arching a little to press her body further against yours.

"Am I going too fast?" Your voice a gentle whisper as you pull back from the kiss, sensing a little bit of nerves from her, eyes gauging her reaction as your fingers had slipped beneath her clothing, feeling the warmth and softness of her bare skin, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she meets your enamoured gaze, not wanting to pressure her.

"No I just-" she cuts herself off, feeling a little embarrassed as your hands slide out of her jumper, snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to rest against your body, bringing her in for a soft embrace that she appreciates. "I never done this before," she confesses, a soft smile appearing on your lips as you guide her head back so you can meet her timid green, "I want to but I just... don't know what I'm doing."

"Do you trust me?" you ask, mimicking her words from the ice skating, your fingers raising to brush back another stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear affectionately as she nods. "I'll take care of you, I promise," you whisper, kissing her lips with nothing but love, conveying how gentle you'd be with her. "We can stop at any time," you reassure her, not wanting her to think she's committed to having sex with you, "Just tell me to stop and we stop. I don't care what's happening, all I want is for you to feel safe and comfortable with me." She smiles shyly at your words, tilting her head to kiss you once again, grateful for how caring and considerate you were. "We'll go at your pace, ok?"

"Ok," she murmurs back, smiling into another tender kiss as you do as you said, letting her control the way her lips move against yours, slowly building the hunger back up.

"Tell me what you want," you sigh out against her lips, feeling her hips subtly rock against your lap without her even realising it, your teeth softly nipping at her lower lip, earning a small moan as she flutters her eyes back open, meeting your patient gaze.

"I want...I just want you," she whispers, holding the intimate gaze before leaning back in, kissing you with a new sense of urgency, a small moan leaving you at her words. Your lips pull into a small smile as she slides her tongue hesitantly into your mouth, the kiss turning messy and causing a wave of arousal to flood through, Wanda's mind spinning at the intoxicating way you make her feel.

"You have me," your tone laced with love as she rests her forehead against yours, lips lingering open against one another, simply relishing in the intimacy. "Show me what you want from me," you encourage, sliding your hands from around her lower back to hers, letting her take a hold of your hands to guide them where she wants them, your lips parting from hers to pepper kisses along her jaw softly, her head lolling to the side to welcome your addictive touch.

She simply holds your hands for a moment, deciding what she wants from you, her mind freezing momentarily at the way your teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, a pleasant shiver running down her back as she curses lowly in Sokovian, the sultry sound causing a throb between your thighs.

When she's ready, she squeezes your hands softly, guiding them down her body to the hem of her sweater, hoping you understand her silent request. Your fingers slide under tentatively, feeling the way her stomach tenses and relaxes at your touch, the skin impossibly soft and enticing, your mind reminding you to wait for her as you caress the skin you can reach.

"Please," she murmurs out, one of her hands moving to your hair, threading her fingers through your silky locks and softly pulling you away from her neck, her lips pressing to yours with a hint of desperation as she grinds her hips with a little more purpose now, a wave of pleasure coursing through her.

"Off?" you mutter against her lips questioningly, her nodding into a sensual kiss as your lips meet gently, her sighing into your mouth as your hands grip the hem of her sweater, slowly, teasingly, pulling it off her body.

Her hands move off you to help you pull the item of clothing off, your gaze remaining on her face as she turns shy again, waiting for another nod before letting your gaze drift down her body, your breath hitching at her sheer beauty.

Her body is sculpted to perfection, crafted by Aphrodite herself to create the most beautiful woman you'd ever lay your eyes on, her delicate and smooth skin enticing your eyes all over her exposed body, her curves luring your hands to caress them softly, eyes flickering back up to hers, nothing but admiration and love in them.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" you whisper into a passionate kiss, her nerves immediately dissipating at the sheer honesty lacing your tone, another blush creeping onto her face at how amazed you were by her. "Any idea what you do to me?" you continue, wrapping your arms around her body and pulling her closer to hers, her bra covered chest flush against your body as she moans into your mouth, her body begging for more, needing you to touch her lower.

"Please Y/n," she sighs into your mouth, your hands creeping up her body and resting just under her bra, fingers brushing over the skin, causing goosebumps to rise. "I need you," her tone conveying how desperate she was, your worshipping touch only driving her towards madness, her body viewing them as teasing.

"Where do you need me, love?" the endearment spilling from your lips naturally, a wave of arousal flowing through her at your slightly husky voice, your lips parting from hers once more to kiss down her neck, sucking partly before moving to kiss her shoulder and collarbones, waiting for an answer.

"Here," she sighs out softly, her fingers wrapping around one of your wrists and guiding it down to meet the waistband of her pyjama pants, your head instantly leaving her body to look at her properly, the green in her eyes usually filled with love completely replaced by desire and hunger.

"Are you sure?" Your voice is full of care as your hand remains where she guided you, gazing into hers as your heart beats wildly in your chest, still stunned a little by the sight of her on top of you, the heat between your thighs incessant.

"Yes," her voice a mere whisper as she kisses you softly, deciding she wouldn't want anyone else to be her first, always having loved you without even realising it.

"Remember we can stop whenever you need to," you murmur before claiming her lips with a newfound purpose, wanting to give her everything she wants, fingers carefully sliding under her waistband.

"Fuck," she whispers out, voice a little shaky as her hands move to your back once again, clutching onto your t-shirt as your fingers brush against her core through her soaked panties, a groan leaving you at how wet she was for you. She was this desperate for you.

You move the pad of your finger against the wet fabric, teasingly sliding it up and down her core, earning a small, desperate moan from her into your mouth, her teeth biting down on your lower lip impatiently as you continue to work her body up, her hips bucking against your hand at the slightest of touches.

"Can I-"

"Please," she practically whimpers out, your lips tugging up into a smirk whilst your free hand glides up and down her back soothingly, your fingers slowly sliding under the waistband of her panties, a sensual sigh escaping her when you finally make contact with her core. "Detka," she pants out against your lips as you swallow the desperate noises that leave her lips as your finger swipes through the abundance of arousal that's pooled between her thighs, coating your digit as you explore her wet sex.

Pulling back from the kiss, your eyes observe every single reaction to your touch she offered you, drinking it up like an intoxicating substance as your finger spreads her slick around her, moving to circle her clit gently to begin with, slowly building in confidence as your touch grows firmer, intending to bring her as much as possible.

"You're so pretty like this," you mumble, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, teeth scraping the soft skin again to drive her mad, your finger sliding up and down her soaking folds before settling on teasing her entrance, a whine leaving her at your enamoured tone and taunting actions.

"Detka," she sighs out, tone conveying the sheer desperation she feels for you, needing you to bring her towards her release, her body needing your touch to satisfy her.

"Shhh, I'll take care of you," you murmur, tilting your head away from her neck to let your lips brush against her compelling ones, her breath fanning across your face as her lips part, your finger slowly sliding into her, your eyes in awe of her blissed out expression. "Tell me what feels good," you encourage, slowly curling your finger inside her beautifully, a moan spilling from her lips directly into your mouth as you claim her lips softly, slowly letting your lips slot over hers, her mind hazy with all the pleasure and heat flowing through her.

"Shit, there, right there," she groans as you curl your finger against her weak spot, the palm of your hand brushing against her clit as she rocks her hips against you, fingers gripping your shirt tightly.

"Yeah?" you husk out and the slight cockiness to your tone has her mind spinning even more with arousal, delirium taking over her as she moans against you once more, your name falling from her lips like a small chant as you thrust your finger in her a little faster, pleasure bubbling through her. "What if I do this?" your voice a teasing whisper, your thumb moving to brush over her clit, a choked moan escaping her as you move it in languid circles, doubling the pleasure fogging her mind.

"Y/n," she pants against you, the corner of your lips tugging up into a smirk at her desperate tone, the way her walls clench and spasm around you, her thighs tensing around your body as her hips buck harder when you time your movements right, a sudden wave of pleasure flowing through her. "Fuck," she sighs out sensually, parting your mouths as she's struggling to reciprocate the kiss, too busy focussing on the way you effortlessly slide in another finger, stretching her out perfectly.

"You're doing so well for me," you whisper, mouth moving to the shell of her ear and tone dropping, a slight rasp added to your voice further arouse her. One of her hands shoot up into your hair, messily tangling it into your locks as moans escape her, her hips trying to move a little faster and push her towards her nearing release, fingers gripping tightly making a dull pain wash over you, the action making you groan as the idea of how lost in pleasure she must be goes straight between your thighs.

"Detka," she sighs out, desperation and a hint of embarrassment lacing her tone, too nervous to ask you for what she wants as her hips indicate how close she is, your fingers still steadily thrusting into her and thumb occasionally brushing her clit, hips bucking harder against you. You immediately understand what she's asking for as she gently tugs your head back, lips pressing against yours passionately as she holds you close, back arching further into your body as she sighs into your mouth, a small whine escaping her as she teeters on the edge of her release.

"I've got you," you murmur gently, your free hand moving up her body and to her face, cupping her cheek intimately and deepening the kiss, a moan leaving her at the sheer amount of love you pour into the embrace. "Let go for me," you mumble between kisses, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure threatens to take over her.

"Y/n," she whispers out sinfully for a final time, body tensing against yours while your mouths refuse to part, muffling the desperate sounds leaving her lips while pleasure wracks through her body. Her legs tense around your body once more, her hands adamant on keeping you close as she keeps your head against hers, foreheads resting against one another as you slow the kisses down, pecking her lips in between laboured breaths. Your fingers slowed inside her, letting her walls clench and spasm around you as she rode out the last waves of her release, her body eventually relaxing in your lap and melting against your comforting body.

Your gentle breath caressed her lips as she eventually opened your eyes, timidly smiling at you and claiming your lips once more in an innocent manner, her adorable expression causing you to reciprocate the action as your free hand moves to glide up and down her back soothingly, fingers pulling out of her when she was ready.

"I'm so proud of you," you whisper with nothing but honesty and care in your words, her cheeks blushing at the way you tenderly gaze at her, her fingers moving to fix your ruffled hair. She smiles at you softly as she tucks a few strands behind your ear, your lips meeting her cheek lovingly as she just wants to bask in the intimate moment for a little longer, the two of you simply locked in a lovers embrace as your arm snakes around her middle.

Many soft words and gentle whispers later, you had managed to convince her into going to the bathroom to get cleaned up, not wanting her to be uncomfortable later and also wash your hands quickly, the brunette blushing at the cocky smirk on your lips as she watches you, proud of yourself for being able to make her feel good and most importantly loved and safe. You let her find herself a new pair of underwear and some new pyjama pants, opting for the pair she first came to you in before searching for a new shirt to wear.

Once she had opted for an old shirt with her favourite sitcom on it, you offered her your hoodie you took off earlier, the jumper being an oversized fit which you knew she loved, Wanda taking it with a wide smile, unable to stop the butterflies in her stomach at how caring you were. She let her nose rest against the collar of it, able to smell your perfume on it as you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, dramatically falling onto the bed with her in your arms, eliciting an even bigger smile from her and a nose scrunch.

She turned around in your arms so she was facing you as you pulled her body impossibly closer, smiling fondly at the sight of her in your clothes, her leg sliding in between yours to find a more comfortable position to cuddle in as your fingers drew idle patterns against her back.

"Thank you for being so gentle," she whispers a little shyly, your gaze softening more somehow as she moves her fingers to play with the baby hairs at the back of your neck.

"I'll always be gentle with you," you murmur, kissing her temple and letting your lips linger for a minute, building the courage to say what you wanted to. "Thank you for the last week, I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you say, still trying to get to the three words you wanted to confess, her smile growing a little wider at your soft tone.

"Have I convinced you to love Christmas?" she asks curiously, the intimate gaze prolonged as you once again get lost in her eyes, smiling tenderly at her, thinking of how to phrase your words.

"I don't quite love Christmas yet," you whisper out, your words still giving her hope. "But, I...I know I love you," you confess, your heart beating wildly in your chest for the few seconds she doesn't reply, the way her nose scrunches once again in that adorable manner easing the worry of rejection.

"I love you too," she whispers back with fondness lacing her tone, her lips meeting yours once again for an intimate kiss as you can't help but grin into the kiss, a teasing comment finding its way to your lips.

"More than Christmas?" you whisper, earning a soft laugh from her as she moves her face to hide at the crook of your neck, your skin so warm and comfortable, lulling her into a relaxed state.

"More than Christmas," she chuckles out, wrapping her arms around your middle securely, your arms mirroring the action as your lips press a final kiss to the top of her head, the witch amazed at how you, a grinch, managed to steal her heart.

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