𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

WARNING: mentions of sexual
behaviour and cursing

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TWELVE
𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳
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THE NEWLY INSTATED Avenger pivoted on one foot as she turned around, in a pirouette with her arms extended in front of her, delicately adjusted to control the power she was harnessing onto Captain America.

It was just another day of training, she knew days like these all too well. It gave her warmth to know that she was finally getting some kind of schedule.

Wanda hadn't seen Stephen for a while, even though he had checked in a few times, albeit for very short periods.

It didn't give them enough time at all to do anything, they hadn't been in bed together since then. It didn't make anything better considering she wanted him all the more knowing that they had that aspect in their relationship.

She lifted the Super Soldier onto the upper ledge of the training room safety, releasing her scarlet grip on him.

Steve gave her a small nod of appreciation, "That's good."

Wanda sighed, "Thank you. I think we're getting there."

"Yes, I think later on today we can focus on getting me higher," Steve grunted as he jumped down from the ledge, "Maybe practise on actual buildings?"

"I think so too," Wanda shook her head in agreement, "I'm ready."

"Good, let's head out now," Steve Rogers turned to swiftly make his way out of the door.

Wanda fiddled with her fingers, he turned back to face her when he couldn't sense her following him, "What?"

"Actually..." Wanda grimaced with anxiousness, "Could we move it to tomorrow? I have plans with Pietro tonight."

"Oh?" Steve's eyes lit up with interest, "What's the occasion?"

"It's our birthday," Wanda felt a small smile tug on the end of her lips, still slightly excited like a child.

"I see..." Steve smiled at her brightly, "Well, happy birthday. You should have told me sooner, I would've got you something."

"No, it's alright. It's not like you're obligated, we're not close or anything..."

"Nonsense," He placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder, "Not an excuse. You're part of the team now and I'm going to be here for you."

Wanda patted his hand on her shoulder, "Thanks, Steve."

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PIETRO MAXIMOFF KNOCKED on the door of his sister's new room, she had mentioned many times how she loved to take endless showers.

She had expressed her annoyance for the Sanctum's showers because they were creaky, small and the hot water always ran out.

It had proved easy to get used to the Stark-funded luxury of the present. Although, the whole adjective of today was to remember a tradition from their past.

"Wanda!" He banged on the door again, "You ready? You better not be taking a thousand years to shower again. Wanda!"

Pietro heard a few clatters, the ruffling of a few items and then light footsteps of her coming to the door, which she opened before he could process - making his stumble from where he was previously leaning, against the door.

"Oh!" Wanda laughed as she saw her brother, she immediately reverted to speaking Sokovian, commenting on how stupid he was for falling.

He rolled his eyes before getting up, "I know, I know...I'm fine."

"Surprised you remember the language," Wanda joked, "Mister American."

"I was not the one trying to hide. I'm shocked your accent isn't gone yet," Pietro scanned her outfit, "You look great by the way, even if you have stolen my colour."

Wanda was wearing a dark navy dress, she had managed to find it among her old stuff - it was something Pietro had seen her wear before.

Nevertheless, it still looked stunning on her. It wasn't too revealing or too showy but it still fitted her nicely.

He knew it was hair and makeup that had taken the longest, however, because it was done to perfection. Wanda's usually wavy, droopy brown locks were bouncy curls and brushed to the side in a successful attempt at style.

"It's only fair, considering you've stolen mine," Wanda loved what Pietro was wearing, she might have been biased as he was in her favourite colour but she thought he looked dashing. "You look amazing."

"Touché," It was a cherry-red suit, with a matching tie, that was ironed so that it was shining and straight. His hair was slicked neatly to the back and his beard, that he normally grew was shaven. Wanda knew that it was brand new, probably compliments of Stark.

Wanda held out a box, hidden behind her back to give to him. Pietro accepted the object in front of him, "What's this?"

"Your gift," Wanda said, excitedly, "Open it."

"Now?" Pietro was reluctant but tore the neatly wrapped packaging, "What is it?"

Wanda grumbled, "That's why you have to open it."

"Okay, okay," Pietro chucked the packaging to the side and saw a box, it was black and dull.

His eyebrows creased in confusion before he pulled off the lid and saw a pair of blue lustrous running shoes.

They were elaborate with lines and patterns running across them, with a few lighting bolts on the heel. He turned one over to see the faint engraving of 'Quicksilver' on the back.

"Wow," Pietro was smiling ear to ear, he took his sister into a hug, "I love them. Thank you."

"Happy birthday, Pietro," Wanda squeezed him, "I love you."

"I love you too," Pietro responded almost immediately, hugging her even tighter. 

"So...where's my present?" Wanda asked cheekily when Pietro released her from his embrace.

"Your present?" Pietro acted surprised, "I had no idea it was your birthday too."

Wanda rolled her eyes at him, "Very funny..."

Pietro laughed as he took her hand, "My present is where we are going tonight. Just follow me."

"Oh," Wanda was curious, "Where to?"

"That's why you have to follow me."

*

The Maximoff Twins had spent most of their night laughing and eating in the restaurant Pietro had chosen for them.

They, both still under the drinking age, had ice-cold fizzy drinks.

Their meal was pretty simple and both of them went for long-named Italian dishes which was just pasta.

Pietro was already finished and he watched as Wanda slowly picked at her food with a fork.

"I'm sorry for everything," He said while Wanda took a sip of her drink, placing down the glass when she heard him.

"For what? You didn't do anything," She took a look around the room suspiciously, "Unless you're about to leave me with the bill. Don't even think about-"

"No, I'm sorry for leaving you when you told me too," Pietro sighed, "I shouldn't have. I should have gone with you, you're my little sister and it's my job to protect you. Not let you get shot at and run around fearing your life almost every minute."

"It's fine," Wanda said sternly, "I don't want to hear it. I don't need protecting, I made my choice. And, it's all good now. We're together again and it's our birthday. Let's enjoy it."

"I think we have," Pietro smiled, "I have one more surprise."

"Double dessert?" Wanda glanced at the table ahead of them, looking at the luxury ice cream with double cream, "Because I'm so ready."

Pietro looked across the room, gesturing to someone in the corner of the room to come over.

She watched as a figure came closer to them, immediately realising who it was.

Stephen Strange looked resplendent in his suit, it was a matching blue to her dress coincidentally except there was no tie and his shirt was black- deviating from the normal colour.

He was holding a box, layered in red glitter with a neat blue bow sitting on the top.

Pietro arose from the table as he watched the two look at each other in the eyes, their gaze was fixed - the longing and desirability clear.

"Have fun," Pietro bent down to kiss Wanda on the head.

"Are you sure..." Wanda wanted to ask him again if this was all okay but she knew the answer before he replied.

"Have fun," Pietro gave Wanda a wink before speeding off, out of the doors.

Stephen turned back to Wanda when Pietro had left, he peered into her eyes, those beautiful eyes. They glinted, giving him the clue she was going to smile - which she did.

"So, what do you have there?" Wanda pointed towards the beautiful present box, "Is it for me?"

"That it is," Stephen sat on the chair opposite to her, drawing it out before sitting, "I hope you like it."

He placed the box on the edge of the table, away from the candles and the plates, "This better be good."

"Why? Am I in trouble?" Stephen asked, laughing but he looked up to see her unwrapping the ribbon with a displeasing look on her face. "Seriously? I thought we were past the..."

"I fucking missed you," Wanda mumbled with a growl, "You were gone for so long I thought you weren't gonna come and see me."

Stephen snorted, receiving more irritated looks from Wanda as he did but he couldn't help it.

He didn't even try to keep himself from laughing as he spoke, "T-That's it? Oh my god...For a second there, I thought I actually did something."

"You did. I was worried..."

"Care about me?" Stephen smirked.

"You know I do," Wanda frowned, "It's not funny."

"Yes," Stephen keeled over, "It is."

Wanda put off opening the present to sulk, "Hey."

"Okay, okay..." Stephen tried to stop laughing, "But you have to admit it is a bit funny..."

Wanda let the edge of her lips curve into a small smile, "Maybe."

Stephen turned back to the red box on the table, nudging towards it, "Go on."

He had spent quite a while working on what to give her for a present after Pietro had told him. He shouldn't have been told, he had to admit - it wasn't funny.

He'd disappeared for a lengthy amount of time, which contradicted what he had told Wanda before about visiting her.

Stephen had just been busy protecting reality, he had sensed something greater was coming. It would be something he wouldn't be able to stop or control.

"Holy..." She trailed off into inaudible expletives of surprise, "Stephen..."

His eyes were glistering, as well as his smile which was so wide it caused creases at the rim of his cheeks. "You like it?"

"Are you serious?" Wanda laughed softly as she stared down at the box, "I love it."

"I'm glad," Stephen felt his chest fill with pride at how thrilled she looked with her present.

It was a necklace, it wasn't anything too costly but he had picked it particularly for her. It had a black cloth link, making it look very retro apart from the purple shining stone it had in the pendant, which was the only type of colour the jewellery had as it was fairly simple.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not anything special," Stephen laughed bashfully.

"Stop," Wanda reached across the table to hold his hand and squeezed it, "Thank you."

Stephen gave his order to a waiter passing by and Wanda couldn't help but watch as he looked so in his element as he spoke. He looked like he was in control and as if he was adoring it. She hadn't known much about what Stephen was like before but she knew he had some sort of superiority complex.

And as Wanda caught a glimpse of his past self, she felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach turn. She liked it when she saw him taking control, she wanted to see more, she wanted him to show her more...

"What?" Strange asked her as he finished ordering, "Did I do something again?"

"No, quite the opposite," Stephen raised his eyebrows in confusion, slightly aware of the fact she might have been aroused at the way she was smiling at him but it would have to wait until later.

He wanted to catch up with her, he simply just wanted them to talk at the moment.

"So, what did you order?" Wanda looked down at the menu he tucked in the corner.

"Just something special for us," Stephen had a playful smirk, "So, how old are you?"

"I am twenty years of age as of today, Doctor."

"Oh," Stephen winced, "That's brutal. You're an old woman now, Maximoff. You have been playing me this whole time, I am way too young for you."

Wanda laughed, she felt a blush surround her face as he smiled with glee and continued his mockery, "Yeah, that is brutal."

When the laughter died down, the desserts had been served, turning out to be a large ice cream sundae in which they shared the spoon and he had brazenly ordered a bottle of wine for them, it became quiet.

Wanda decided to answer the question she knew Stephen wouldn't bother to say out loud, "I don't care that you're older than me. I know it's weird, I can see people staring and wondering whether I'm in danger or something but I don't care. Not at all. I think in my eyes you aren't even that old at all and I don't care if I have to see you old and wrinkly. As long as I'm the only one who's seeing you that way."

Stephen felt his heart swell so much it hurt and could only hope she knew an inch of what he felt for her. "Thank you, I've always wondered."

"Now you don't have to," She gave him a warm smile before taking a sip of her glass of wine.

"You wanna finish the rest of this bottle?" Stephen pointed at the wine.

"No thanks," Wanda chuckled, "Let's get out of here."

"Indeed," Stephen rose from the seat, "What about the bill?"

"It's okay," Wanda grabbed her bag, "We've charged everything under Stark."

"Of course you have," He laughed, "Same old Maximoff."

Wanda laughed with him before grabbing slotting her fingers into his own, "Let's go."

*

"We can't do this..." Stephen groaned as Wanda attacked the nape of his neck with her mouth, "Not here."

They would be exposed to anyone who walked by, no one was in the alleyway. However, there were still civilians walking by in the street who could easily turn the corner and see them.

"I want them to see..." Wanda whispered into his ears, "Don't you?"

He was certain she was a bit drunk, that was definitely the last time he helped an under-aged person drink alcohol.

"Jesus," Stephen cursed as she bit down on his skin, surely leaving a mark, "Maximoff..."

"Strange..." Wanda was encouraged to kiss him intensely, pulling the collar of his blazer, "You should've come sooner...We would have done this all day."

He kissed her, desire coursing through him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, trying to dominate her.

Wanda groaned as she tried to keep up, the scratching of his beard making it hard for her. He could almost hear her whine against his lips as she fought back but she still won.

"You're quite deft with your tongue," Stephen chuckled, panting as he left her lips, "I wouldn't have guessed."

They looked at each other for a moment, their eyes were both dark and needy. Stephen was completely flushed, his pupils were dilated and irresistible lips that were throbbing for more.

Wanda wasn't far from that state but she wanted to give him what she hadn't last time.

"That's not all I can do," Wanda crouched down, trying to undo his belt buckle and tug down his trousers. She stared hungrily between his legs, "I want you right here, now."

Stephen gasped, he felt heat pool inside him as he looked down at Wanda who's glassy green eyes also looked up at him, her mouth still trailing down his neck and he was certain she had left a mark where Wong could see.

He grabbed her head softly, making sure not to pierce into her skull with his nails.

His thoughts were foggy as he felt himself ache for a release, he felt himself getting close before Wanda detached from him, "What?"

"Don't hold back," Wanda smirked before placing her lips around him once again.

His eyebrows creased and it took a beat before he understood what she was trying to do, "Fuck."

He grabbed onto her head tightly, digging his fingers further into her scalp and he heard her groan.

He moaned as he felt Wanda's tongue sliding up and down his mouth. Her fingers trailing on his body, gripping him faster and harder.

"Wanda..." Stephen's head fell back, Wanda's hands kept slipping to his trousers, he had moved her hands away a couple times before but he could tell she was getting impatient.

"That was hot," Wanda said, pulling his head close to hers, not the slightest bit bothered as a man walked past.

It wasn't much use trying to hide though, as he had already seen them as he turned into the pathway. Stephen was pretty sure he caught the sight of a few others who turned back to go the other way in dread.

"Stephen," Wanda spoke into his skin, "I want you."

As Wanda kisses him, he feels no need to fight back, he wanted to let her take control. For the first time in a sexual relationship he had, he liked not dominating. But he didn't want to have sex.

"You could've told me in the restaurant," Wanda hitches up her dress, pulling the fabric up to her waist, "You know I wouldn't have cared. We would have gone straight home."

"I should've...but clearly you didn't need us too. I didn't know you were into exhibitionism," Stephen smirked, "I guess I'll just keep having to learn what you're capable of."

Wanda laughed a little, "I thought you were supposed to be teaching me." She handed him the condom, which he fiddled with, "It's okay..."

"N-No," Stephen growled, "It's not that."

"We don't have time to feed your ego. Just..." She noticed the irritation in his eyes as she took it off him, kissing his cheek, then layering gentle kisses on his hands.

"Wanda," Stephen spoke gently, causing her to listen to his words carefully, "I'm not having sex in an alley."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," Wanda held Stephen close to her, she loved the smell of his aftershave around his neck and cheeks he used to clean up his goatee.

"It's alright," Stephen smiled, "Let's just stay here for a bit." He helped Wanda pull down her dress and noticed the redness in her cheeks. "Don't be embarrassed, Maximoff. It was quite...hot."

She laughed before hugging him tighter, he kissed the top of her head, "Thanks."

"There's no need to rush...we have time," Stephen told her as he ran his hands through her hair.

At some point, rain even started falling onto them but they didn't move from each other's embrace.

She liked sliding her arms to his waist and massaging the small of his back to receive small satisfied groans from the man.

She didn't mind that the rain was pouring down on her hair that she had taken hours to do. She liked it.

Stephen liked the rain too, dripping down onto their skin, allowing the friction that came with being dry to vanquish into smooth, sensual touches.

He thought Wanda was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever known, it was no secret that she was incredibly seductive but he then he knew that she was an unquestionably beautiful human being.

"You're beautiful," Stephen told her, resting his chin on her head.

She accepted it, burrowing her face into his chest as she mumbled a reply, "So are you."