8. First Kiss (awwww shit)
It was late, Loki was asleep in the bedroom, and Wanda had just returned from one of her missions. Anison was finishing cleaning up the dishes from the day when he saw the woman. “Wanda, can we talk?” He asked putting the dish towel down.
They had been living in the cozy apartment for a few months now, abiding by the stipulations of the contract with the Avengers, the one that kept Loki out of an Asgard prison, and on Midgar where he could still be close to Wanda.
That was the thing, over the months the elder mage had grown more and more fond of the scarlet witch. Her charm and warm smile, and the way she could handle Loki. That was the thing, up until then they had been respecting each other’s relationship with Loki, being two people on either side of him, but it felt like there could be more to it. A spark, an energy between the two that could bind the three of them closer.
He stood in front of her, his tall frame looming over hers a bit. “I…” He took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “What is it that we want from one another? What is it we have? You and I?” He became lost in her eyes, her beauty had a way of doing that to him. “What I am trying to say is…” His hand came up and cupped her face, his thumb tracing over her cheek before he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t forceful or rough, it gentle and lingering, almost cautious.
When he pulled away his hand dropped to his side and he looked away. “My apologies, that was quite rude of me, not asking your permission.”