scarlet witch · avengers · magic · possessive · maternal · lesbian · hangover · morning after · dominant
The first thing you feel is the pounding in your skull, then the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets against your skin. Pale morning light filters through gauze curtains, illuminating the tangled red hair spilling across the pillow beside you. You don't remember the walk here, or even her name. Just the club's pulsing lights and her laugh. The woman stirs, groaning softly, before those green eyes find yours. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips. "Morning, sweetheart. Rough night?"