Wanda and Pietro

[quicksilvery]

They were supposed to be finally free. They were supposed to be fine. No spectre of their father hanging over their heads. No need to repress their love. No need to be anything except their perfect, uncompromising selves.

Pietro was supposed to be finally, finally able to love Wanda with all the fierceness of his wretched heart in their own home.

But Lorna, their father's fucktoy/mentee/imaginary daughter, was in their home. Their safest place. Their only place.

He thought he might go mad.

He was lying facedown on the couch, one hand tapping by his side - so fast that it was nothing more than a soundless blur - waiting for Wanda to come home from class, for their precious hour or so before Lorna would show up.

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[scarredletwitch]

As impatient as Wanda could be, she knew it was worse for Pietro. The world just moved too slowly for him, and she hated the way that hurt him. "I'm so sorry, darling." Her arms went around him as soon as he was close enough and she pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest. "I wish I could make it better."

[quicksilvery]

"You do make it better," he said quietly, curling a hand into Wanda's hair, another around her hip. She did, truly. Pietro could let things go when Wanda was close like this, holding onto him. He could try to be as still as the rest of the world. For her, slowing down was an honor.

"This is how it gets better. This is how the world gets better." Not like, love conquers all and can save the world from hate. He'd never mean that. But the world of Pietro, the world of Pietro and Wanda, heals with closeness.

[scarredletwitch]

When he slowed down for her, it was like they had their own little bubble of time, where all that existed was Wanda and Pietro and loving each other. If only the rest of the world didn't keep pressing in against it, trying to make it pop. Their father, Lorna, life outside the four walls of their apartment--it all served to keep the twins apart and she hated it. "How long before she gets here? An hour?" Pietro could circle the globe in that time and it still wasn't enough.

[quicksilvery]

"Closer to 50," Pietro replied, with a sort of repulsed expression. It wasn't long enough. It was never long enough. "She will walk in and go to that room and probably slam the door, and then come back and act like she owns the kitchen." He pressed his forehead against hers.

[scarredletwitch]

Wanda made a noise of displeasure. "Even that stupid twit knows the kitchen is yours." Or should by now, if she were paying any attention. Pietro needed to eat more than either of the girls--than both of them put together, probably. It only made sense. She tilted her head up to kiss him softly, comforting herself as well as him.

[quicksilvery]

"I don't know why we let her stay here." To keep the peace, he supposed. But he was dying. Pietro kissed her back, taking, as always, great solace in her closeness, and (to him) sweetness.

[scarredletwitch]

To keep Erik from doing something drastic, probably. Though if Lorna were to choose to leave... "I'm tempted to just have you in front of her. Let her see what it is she's ruining with her presence." Wanda had decided that Lorna didn't have the balls to actually tell their father; she'd just flee, embarrassed, instead.

[quicksilvery]

"You might be a genius," Pietro told her, with a twist of a grin. "She wouldn't stay." Surely she wouldn't. He had always enjoyed that they offended certain sensibilities.

[scarredletwitch]

"Of course she wouldn't. She'd be scandalized." Wanda smiled wickedly and used her hand on the center of his chest to push him backwards, propelling him towards the couch. If Lorna couldn't understand what Wanda and Pietro had, well, that just proved she wasn't worthy of sharing their space.

[quicksilvery]

Pietro could outpace Wanda anytime he wanted, but he never would - unless he absolutely had to. So he let her maneuver him to the couch, and fell there with a satisfying thud, reaching out for her. "I think I'm scandalized," he teased.

[scarredletwitch]

She laughed as she straddled his lap, pushing her hands into his hair and tilting his face up towards her. "You should be. All of the things I'm thinking right now are exceedingly scandalous."

[quicksilvery]

"You should tell me all about them," Pietro murmured, following her movement and kissing her deeply.

[scarredletwitch]

"I was thinking about the view, and what would be your best angle," she told him between kisses, lips never straying far from his. "I do love you like this, letting me ride you," Wanda continued, fingers working efficiently at the buttons of his shirt. "It would certainly let her see you sliding into me. But then I thought--what about you taking me from behind while we both kneel here on the couch? You have such a beautiful body, and it's a shame I don't get to show it off more."

[quicksilvery]

Wanda was perfect, and perfect for Pietro; he didn’t understand how anyone could think their connection was something wrong or broken or obscene (except for, of course, how it was obscene in all the best ways). Wanda was his light, his love, his home. “These are very good options,” he said with pretend gravity, tangling a hand in Wanda’s hair, the other trailing patterns on every inch of bare skin he could reach. “Why don’t we do it both ways and see which one she happens to see?”