Wandas POV

I continue to stand in the same exact spot as I watch her walk over to the Dj and give him the mic back. Then she walks over to the other side and takes the steps off.

I see a group of people high-fiving her, clapping, and patting her back as their 'whoops' drown out any one else's.

She's smiling. An infectious smile that ignites my own.

And then she's swallowed whole by the group that I'm assuming are her friends. As I inspect closer, I realize some of them must be people she works with. I spot the girl Max that helped me at the fire house and even that blonde that was laughing with her.

I let the jealousy course through me.

She just sang me into a trance, taking my will with her. If she asked, I wouldn't hesitate. Hell, I'm practically ready to go over there and drop to my knees in front of her right now.

And she's pretending like nothing happened. Hasn't looked at me since. She's back to her normal night out with her friends. And I'm...

"Okay. Do you know who that was? Because they were certainly undressing you as they sang."

Nats voice startles me back into reality.

I literally jump.

"Holy fuck, Nat. Don't sneak up on me like that," I hold my hand to my heart, pretending it was just because Nat startled me that I need to catch my breath and even out my heartbeat. Definitely not because of Alex.

She narrows her eyes at me, "Wanda, I've been next to you the whole time."

My eyes widen. It wouldn't take a spy to notice what Alex was doing to me as she sang. And Nats one of the best.

My words are stuck somewhere in my stomach because I can't even produce a sound.

Nat smirks, "you liked it."

I go to object but..

"Don't try to deny it. I saw you. If she was undressing you with her eyes, then you were fucking her with yours."

I, again, go to defend myself.

"Don't worry. I wont say anything to Lexi. It was hot. I'm a little jealous she found your eyes first."

I just nod my head, knowing it wasn't a coincidence that she sang that directly to me and no one else.

"Well, come on. Apparently you need some alcohol to recover from that," and Nats pulling me away from the crowd and over to a table that our friends have taken over.

And yes, that drink was certainly needed and appreciated.

And so we're the next few.

I kept looking over to the table she walked over to. I'm convinced she's out here with everyone she works with from her fire house.

Some of them are even wearing something that says their firehouse number. I assume they just came off of a shift and wanted to relax.

Which I completely get. We're doing something similar.

I can't take my eyes off of her, through.

The way she's laughing and joking around with everyone. She seems completely at ease. They're her people. The ones she trust her entire life with.

But I'm still jealous she's laughing with them. And I'm jealous when she gets them to laugh. Especially that blonde..

I shake my head and once again try to bring my attention back to my group of friends who are all having a good time. I should be, too.

Alex hasn't looked at me.

"Hey. You okay? You seem very.. distracted," Nat speaks quietly. Well, not that quietly because it's insanely loud in here. But still only so I can hear her.

"Uh, yeah. I'm having a blast! I think I just need another shot!" I yell back. Because we have to.

"Right. It has nothing to do with the hottie that undressed you in front of everyone?"

I give her arm a light smack, "she did not! And no.. I think I'm still in my head from my last mission. Another drink will do the trick," I try again. Sure it will. Or it just might give me enough guts to go over there and demand we leave this place immediately.

"Sure. We'll go with that. We can get another drink. But I say you won't get out of your head until you talk to her," oh Nat. You have no idea.

"Oh, no. I couldn't.."

"You and Lexi aren't official, right? Is this why you were holding out? Because you weren't sure? Maybe this could help you figure that out," Nat is sincere.

But still.

She has no idea.

She has no idea that this is the person that wanted to tear me apart because of who I am but instead tore my clothes off of me before throwing me on the bed and showing me who I belong to.

Or who I wish I belonged to.

And even now she's dictating my thoughts. And she doesn't even know it.

Or maybe she does.

Maybe this is a part of her game.

She knows she had me in a puddle before her. And now she won't look at me, driving me to my absolute limit until I cave in and go up to her.

But I won't.

She doesn't get to have all of the power.

"Wanda? You're doing it again, you're staring at her," Nat calls me out.

Damn it. I hadn't even realized my eyes searched for her again. Okay starting now, she doesn't have all of the power.

"Nope. I'm good. Let's get that drink," now I'm pulling her over to the bar so we can order another round.

Luckily she drops the subject and orders her next drink along with some for the other girls.

I am impatiently waiting for mine.

Truly hoping it does do something to calm my.. nerves.

It doesn't, not really.

But it's better than nothing and offers a distraction.

I'm talking with Val as Alex catches my eye.

Literally.

She's walking off toward the bathroom and hesitates briefly, giving me enough time to find her eyes.

I do.

She doesn't say anything. Doesn't even hold it for longer than a few seconds.

But, it's enough.

So I'm making up some excuse that doesn't even make sense to me as I walk away from the girls and in the direction she was going.

Which, apparently, wasn't the bathroom.

She wandered down a hallway that seemingly holds no purpose.

Or I thought she did. But I don't see her. And my heart sinks.

So I turn to head back..

And I'm being pushed against the wall, her arms locking me in on both sides as her body inches closer to mine.

"Why are you still following me around? I thought I made it clear. I don't want you," she growls.

She thinks I'll back down? I've been watching her over there this whole time.. But really, I've been a flame burning this whole time, her words feeding it oxygen, and I'm ready to release some anger, "yeah, well the way you sang to me says otherwise," I fire back.

"You think that meant something? Please. You wish it did. It's all in your head, sweetheart."

I only let the hurt flash for a moment before I turn it back around, fanning this fire, "you can pretend that meant nothing. But I saw your eyes. You wanted to be doing something else with me entirely. That wasn't just me."

She scoffs, "was that all it took? Some eye contact and a song and you're already wet for me?" She presses closer to my body and suddenly the angry fire she was feeding is put out and a different one is set aflame.

And she knows her way around this fire. She knows.

An almost sinister look flits across her features.

The sensation rises in me as she slowly scans every inch of my body. I know when she finally looks back to my eyes that they're practically begging.

"What a dirty girl. I bet you wanted me to take you right then and there in front of everyone, didn't you?"

I want to respond with something dignified, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a low moan.

And now her claws are sunk into me, claiming their territory.

And I want nothing more than to let her claim me as her own.

Show everyone that I'm hers and hers alone.

But she doesn't.

Instead she takes a step back creating more space than I ever want between us.

And she's laughing.

I didn't know a laugh could be so cruel or cut so deep.

"Wow. I knew I had you in the palm of my hand that night, but I didn't think I'd still have you begging for me."

I.. I don't know what to say. My brain is still trying to process the insane shift in moods that just happened. The loss of contact.

My body can't decide why I want to attack her.

And before I get to, her breath is mixing with mine again.

"It's cute, princess. I'm truly flattered. Something tells me you might want to get me out of that pretty little head of yours," she actually taps my head as she says this and I let her.

I'm just trying to breathe.

She smirks again, "or maybe not." She backs away again, this time taking more steps, "I have a feeling I'll see you in your dreams either way." She winks, then turns and walks around the corner.

I'm left a mess for more reasons than one.

My head still swirls around with a million thoughts. Most of which involve her taking me to a place where she takes care of this ache in me that she created.

I'm mad at myself for letting her.

I'm mad that she's right.