Chapter 15: The Awakening
Once all of the shampoo had been rinsed, Wanda applied conditioner to the lengths of Yelena’s hair, securing it above her shoulders in a clip for the time being. Wanda sat down in the window seat overlooking the bath, grabbing a washcloth she had carried over with her and a bar of soap from the dish attached to the tub. She wet the washcloth before working the bar of soap against it, pulling Yelena’s arm cautiously from the water to start washing her body. Wanda completed both her arms, moving to her neck and finally her chest with some hesitancy. The view of Yelena’s breasts were covered by the remaining bubbles, the brunette halting her ministrations just above the waterline.
“You’ve already seen me naked, so,” Yelena smirked up at her.
There was a brief silence. “You’re right. Why don’t you sit on the edge of the tub for me?”
Yelena didn’t let her face betray her at the request, wasting no time in lifting herself out of the water. Wanda moved to help, standing behind her to brace her front against Yelena’s back as she swayed momentarily. Her hands barely held onto her hips to help still her, a noticeable shiver creeping up Yelena’s spine at the touch.
Just as fluidly as Wanda had stood, she was now sitting again in the window seat as she used the soapy washcloth to massage Yelena’s skin more. Another violent shiver shot up her back and extended to the rest of her limbs, Wanda chuckling at the sight.
“It’s okay… you can relax with me.”
Wanda’s words repeated themselves persistently in Yelena’s head as her ears rang, feeling a heat like fire come over them as she did her best to force her defenses down. Wanda went carefully over her bruised and battered back, cautious to not apply too much pressure to her hips as she washed them.
Yelena found herself shaking once Wanda had completed that area of her body, unsure of her response and if it hadn’t really hurt. All of her muscles had tensed up again. Swallowing, Yelena shut her eyes tightly and leaned back carefully, Wanda instinctively meeting her in the middle. The brunette was now hunched forward from where she sat, chest pressed against Yelena’s shoulder blades as her chin came to rest on her shoulder.
“Good girl. It’s going to be alright; I’ve got you,” Wanda spoke softly, the tip of her nose pressing to Yelena’s neck.
The two stayed that way for several moments until Yelena gave a simple nod as permission for Wanda to keep going. The brunette followed by picking up at scrubbing Yelena’s arms again, watching over her shoulder as she agilely skirted the stitches with the cloth. Yelena started to shake slightly again at some point but Wanda intervened, reaching out with her free hand to interlace their fingers. Still cleaning the opposite arm, Wanda focused on stroking Yelena’s thumb with her own for a little while, watching the blonde’s expression calm from where her chin rested. She followed by repeating the gesture with Yelena’s other arm and hand.
When it came to Yelena’s front, Wanda started gingerly with her sides, moving her way inwards to stroke over taut muscles. Trailing up her stomach, Wanda’s knuckles brushed the bottom of the blonde’s breasts, Yelena not protesting as Wanda took the initiative to cup the rounded flesh in each hand. Through gritted teeth, a labored breath escaped Yelena. She arched her back to press her chest further into Wanda’s warm palms. The brunette gave a slow and firm squeeze to Yelena’s breasts, the naked woman unable to help but huff out in needy frustration, dropping her head back onto Wanda’s shoulder again. Wanda scrubbed the plumpness tenderly, taking her sweet time applying varying levels of pressure to Yelena’s chest who soon gave in to squirming at the overly pleasant touches.
What had surprisingly come over the pair eased for the time being when Wanda moved down to Yelena’s waist and skipped her heated core without pause. She washed her thighs and calves, dipping into the water to finally finish the cleaning with her ankles and feet. Leaning away from the blonde and propping herself back up with her hands pressed to her shoulder blades, Wanda ushered her back into the water. Yelena lowered herself as she returned to the bath, taking a moment to get resituated as she took note of how soaked the front of Wanda’s dress now was from their embrace. The assassin forced herself to look away when the already-loud thoughts in her head turned deafening.
Wanda reached into the tub to pull the plug for the drain, the water level gradually starting to dip. Yelena tried not to tense up when the other woman ended up behind her again, but Wanda kept their bodies separated this time. She freed Yelena’s hair from the clip and grabbed the shower hose, rinsing out the conditioner into the draining tub as agile fingers weaved through silky hair. Wanda did a thorough once-over of Yelena’s body with her eyes prior to rinsing her body one last time, hanging up the hose before straightening and offering Yelena her hand. Yelena appraised it first, only then pressing her palm to Wanda’s. The overwhelming feeling of security returned as Wanda’s hand clasped firmly around hers, helping her to her feet. She released Yelena’s hand to go fetch a towel, returning to dry off her companion.
Yelena remained still, quiet, and compliant as Wanda traveled her form with the fabric. She lifted her arms when instructed, Wanda’s delicate attentiveness to each curve of her body intriguing and enrapturing Yelena as she tended to her. Yelena knew without looking when Wanda was ghosting over the cuts and bruises on her body with how her touch would momentarily lighten before the plushness would return to envelope her. Yelena couldn’t help but peer down when she felt fingertips press into her sides, turning around as the woman guided her. Her back was rubbed down with the towel, Wanda smoothly brushing over her ass before nudging where her thighs met with the backs of her knuckles. Yelena swallowed, hoping the woman behind her hadn’t detected her nervousness. She took Wanda’s request a bit further, bending over to hold onto the edge of the tub and spreading her legs wider than necessary, sticking her ass out in the process. Yelena looked over her shoulder, Wanda’s expression unreadable. Suddenly, a flat hand came down on her ass cheek, the force and surprise of the strike causing Yelena to yelp and Wanda to smile wickedly.
The look was gone in a flash, but the stinging to her flesh wasn’t. Yelena shook while braced against the tub, Wanda proceeding with rubbing down her thighs and drying the rest of her legs. She hadn’t moved a muscle until the most violent of shivers so far coursed through her as warm, wet lips met her tailbone, reassuring kisses following up her spine at an agonizingly slow pace. When Wanda finally reached the end of her path, Yelena was breathing heavily, nearly in a pant. Wanda bent over next to her, level with her now as she pushed aside wet locks to cup Yelena’s cheek fondly before replacing her fingers with her lips. The kiss to her sensitive skin was gentle, unlike the longingly feverish ones that Wanda had just bestowed upon her elsewhere. Yelena swore she caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye, but was instead met with kind green irises when theirs met simultaneously.
Yelena’s bottom lip trembled, though through her uncertainty she managed “Thank you for helping me.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you’ve learned something today, Yelena.”
Wanda laid the towel over the rim of the bathtub between Yelena’s hands where she was still propping herself up.
“a good girl pretty such a pretty mess for me,” Wanda husked into her ear, gesturing to the floor.
Yelena looked down between her legs to where Wanda had motioned to see a solid strand of cum leaking out of her continuously, collecting onto the bath mat below. Horrified, Yelena’s head snapped back up to meet Wanda’s gaze, only to be kissed by Nat
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a hard, claiming press of Natasha’s mouth, swallowing Yelena’s shocked gasp. Natasha’s fingers tangled in her damp hair, holding her steady. Yelena could taste the sharp vodka on Natasha’s tongue, could feel the relentless, damp rhythm of Natasha’s hips still grinding against the vanity in time with the kiss.
Then Natasha broke away, her breath a ragged hot puff against Yelena’s lips. Her eyes were black with need. “You see?” she whispered, her voice shredded. “What she does to us?”
Before Yelena could form a thought, the heat at her back intensified. Wanda’s bare skin, flushed and steaming from the bathwater, pressed full-length against her. The softness of Wanda’s breasts, the firm plane of her stomach, the crisp trail of dark hair—Yelena felt every inch. A wave of jasmine and pure, electric Wanda hit her senses.
Wanda’s arm slipped around Yelena’s waist, pulling her back snug. Her other hand came up to cradle Yelena’s jaw, turning her face. “My turn,” Wanda murmured, her voice a low vibration against Yelena’s spine.
Wanda’s mouth was nothing like Natasha’s. It was slower, exploratory. It was a deep, languid sampling that immediately unspooled the last knot of tension in Yelena’s gut. Wanda kissed like she had all the time in the world, like she was learning the landscape of Yelena’s mouth by memory. Her tongue swept in, confident and sweet, and Yelena just melted.
She went pliant against Wanda, a soft groan escaping into the kiss. Her hands, which had been gripping the tub’s edge, released their white-knuckle hold. One came up to clutch at Wanda’s forearm where it held her waist, fingertips digging into taut muscle. The sensation was overwhelming—the slick heat of skin on skin, the consuming softness of Wanda’s lips, the secure, possessive hold anchoring her.
It wasn’t a building pressure. It was a sudden detonation. A white-hot current ripped up from the soles of Yelena’s feet, convulsing through her core without warning. Her back arched violently against Wanda. A broken, guttural sound was torn from her throat, muffled by Wanda’s mouth.
Yelena came. Hard. It shuddered through her in long, relentless waves, a continuous spill that had nothing to do with touch and everything to do with the utter wreckage of that kiss. Her legs trembled, barely supporting her. Wanda held her through it, kissing her deeper, swallowing every helpless whimper.
When Wanda finally broke the kiss, Yelena was boneless, panting, her forehead dropped onto Wanda’s damp shoulder. “Fuck,” she slurred, the word dripping with stunned reverence.
“I know,” Wanda whispered into her hair, her own breathing slightly elevated. She pressed a soft kiss to Yelena’s temple.
From the vanity, Natasha let out a low, wrecked moan. The slick, rhythmic sounds from her direction had stopped, replaced by a shaky inhale. “Mommy… please.”
Wanda looked over Yelena’s shoulder, her gaze finding Natasha’s desperate form. “Come here, my love,” she said, her voice rich with promise. “Your sister’s all clean. Now it’s your turn.”