4371/The Long Kiss Hello

The Long Kiss Hello
Date of Scene:	01 May 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadwatch, Scarlet Witch

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Deadwatch has posed:
Late nights. Long talks. Comfortable silences. Thats how they steal time together when they can, when their seperate lives allow them too. Luckily for Nolan, he is a night owl and doesn't have a traditional job. though one wonder how he makes ends meet. He goes out in the afternoon and returns a few hours later, usually with an envelope of cash or a small roll, which he stashes in a box in his room. Sometimes he goes out just after dusk and returns a bit beat up or reeking of magic.

Which is why these times he gets with Wanda are so special when they can get them. He won't lie and say he /isn't/ avoiding her other life, because in a way he /is/ afraid to take that next step and meet her 'people'. He has PURPOSELY not pushed her to describe her group of friends beyond him in anything other than the vaguest fio descriptions and connections.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want her friends to think less of her for hanging around with a loser like him....

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Sometimes she is there when he gets hom. Sometimes she isn't. It's all a matter of whim with the woman. And for her part, she hasn't pushed the issue. Not only because of Nolan's discomfort, but her own. Though her discomfort doesn't lie in anything he might imagine - and if she knew precisely where his discomfort lay, she might be hurt on his behalf, and move heaven and earth to convince him otherwise... but her own confusions have kept her largely blind. Or at least blind enough that she's considered he might think she thought less of him.

No, she's been reluctant because she's never... Never brought anyone to introduce to her friends or family. In some ways, Wanda felt peripheral to the Avengers, and the idea of bringing someone home was slightly terrifying. Both in opening herself up to them, and in the possibility that none might care. As for her family, well.. that was its own special case.

Today, though, when Nolan returns, Wanda is sitting cross legged on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. She has a bag from a local donut shop with her, and she's looking ever so pleased with herself.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight isn't surprised to see her there yet he is. Confused? She's been there enough times when he is not there that he specifically put a exception in the Wards for her. But he's surprised still because she hasn't come t her senses and STILL comes over. Yes yes he is a paradoxical and confused person.

Dropping his keys in the bowl by the door of his room, he passes through the threshold as he peels off his trenchcoat.. Because of course he has a trenchcoat. He lives in /Gotham/ and he's an urban era mage. It's the style. He reeks of magic, though what kind is hard to tell.. It's very chaosy in a way, but 'sweet'.. Fae magick? He runs fingers through his hair and still glimmering dust falls out like magical dandruff, then stops and blinks as he sees her sitting there.

"Oh... Hey!" he says, then looks a bit embarrased at the glowing dust. "Don't mind me... had to deal with some pixies and a nymph...." Aaaand he pauses.. realizing how that could sound. 'Dealing' with a Nymph. Oi. He quickly looks at the bag of donuts. "Those are NOT healthy for you... How many ya got?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's a head tilt from Wanda who can't help a small smile for Nolan when he arrives. Even more so when the smatter of magically glowing dust on his shoulders and clothes is declared 'pixie and nymph dust'. "You do look ridiculous," she tells him, nearly giggling.

The bag is held out like a treasure. As though she's gone on some grand magical adventure and fought perilous foes to come back with what is inside. "They are /very/ bad for us," she agrees. "I did get us six. I did not think we wanted 12, but it was very close. I am told that they are made fresh twice today. And there was a line when I went."

Teasing, she adds, "Of course, if you do not want yours, I will be forced to eat them by myself." And to add to the tease, she draws the bag back away from him.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight's mismatched eyes narrow slightly as she giggles, and he gives her an indignant look for a moment.. and only a moment since it only lasts as long as it can in the face of offered donuts. Still, he has to save some face and grumble as he limps over, rests his cane-like crutch against one of the bed's posts and sits down beside her. Right beside her. Like hip touching hip. He has become much more comfortable with physical closeness.

He plucks the bag from her offering hand, gives her one more glare, then smirks. "Remember when it comes to donuts, more is ALWAYS better." he says then reaches into the bag and withdraws.. an apple fritter. He is about to quickly take a bite, but then stops and seems to think a moment... and leans in to kiss her cheek.

It's a tentative thing.. but it's the first time he's initiated a sign of affection without being prompted, or with hours of agonizing.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"More. I see. So the next time, I shall get us each a bag with six, and we shall roll on your bed with our tummyaches." The giggle remains in her voice, though it is less a giggle than the tone that colours her words. And when he kisses her cheek, she flushes prettily, her eyes taking a swift downcast.

"That was.." Wanda turns to him, and lets the green of her gaze fall lightly upon Nolan. "..that was a good thing. The kiss." Though it seems her shyness is but a fleeting thing, as while still sitting, she gives the tiniest of hipchecks to him, her hipbone bumping against his; her shoulder nudging his as well.

"So, you will tell me about these nymphs, and why you smell of strange magic, and I will tell you of tea with my Papa."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight is blushing as well, and he looks at his apple fritter with pleased embarrassment. "It wasn't good, lovely. It was just.. spur of the moment." he says, before he is able to look her back in the eye. He then returns the hipcheck witrh his own and takes a bite of his fritter.. because he is HUNGRY...

"You tease me.." he says with a full mouth, then swallows. "You think I /won't/ roll around in bed with donuts.. and you. But I so will. You do not know my unnatural love of deep fried pastries.." he says with a haughty huff... then grins and takes another bite of fritter.

Chew Chew swallow. "Oh, yeah.. the Nymph. Singular.. and her coterie of pixies. They were pestering this brothel..." another bite.. SO not looking at Wanda. "Casting lust spells.." chew chew NOT LOOKING AT WANDA.. "I think they were fronting for a Succubus. But I wasn't able to get my hands on her..." he then winces. "Yeah... uhm.. So... How as tea with you Dad!?!" he asks, quickly trying to change the subject.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"It was good!" Wanda protests. "I do like when you kiss me, Nolan. Your lips are warm, and they make my insides feel special." The statement of which makes her blush yet again, but she doesn't waver in her gaze upon him.

Teasing, "And if we are to roll in the be with donuts, I will bring the ones with the powder, I think. Only they do have the jelly inside."

The bag is taken from him, and Wanda retrieves a fritter for herself, nose crinkling at mention of the pixies. "A succubus? Were they looking for you, or just any man?" She takes a bite of her donut, and chews thoughtfully. "I do wonder, are there any who do like the girls? It is always with the boys for them. Only I am thinking that there should be a.. oh, my Papa?"

Wanda's train of thought if interrupted. Mission accomplished at changing the subject. "He is good. I did talk to him just a little about.. well, what we did talk about. How you say I need to stop trying to hide myself from me."

She sighs. "He does agree with you."

Deadwatch has posed:
Maybe it's the remnants of all the magic he was dealing with tonight, or the pixie dust, or just her closeness or her admission she gets all gooey when he kisses her, but when he thinks of her and powdered donuts he gets a far off look for a moment.. then his cheeks flush even more and he coughs a little on his donut before he can get it down. "

Nonono, they weren't looking for me specifically. They were just feeding off the.. uhm.. tantric energy.. And uh.. charging up the residents Chakras so they would generate more of it.. sort of like a big engine... "And there /was/ an Incubus there.. and a Drus there... Thats a Male Dryad.. They were actually pretty nice guys. So yeah, that had some sport for the ladies as well.. They helped me out, really. They were bound to serve against their will.."

He then steals the bag back, trying to get the conversation off the track of.. things. "Your dad /agrees/ with me..." he says. It's not a question but he still sounds surprised. "Wow. Maybe I'm not stupid after all. Thats good."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Oh, she's not unaware that there are male counterparts.. Wanda is merely curious why they stick to such heteronormative roles.. It's probably a good thing she's not entirely certain his coughing is due to thoughts of rolling around in powdered donuts, and not the nymph.. It also likely saves her from following the donut thought to several blush worthy conclusions.

However, talk of her Papa keeps things on an even keel, so to speak.

"Yes, he does think you are right. That I should be myself, and not try to tuck things away and hide them." There is another of those sighs from Wanda. "Only it is not so easy, Nolan. How do I just stop.. this.." She makes a vague gesture at herself with her donut weilding hand. "And be more.. I don't know. Would you still like me?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight could probably find a treatise somewhere where that attempts to explain hetero-normative roles in mysticism versus hetero-flexible, homosexual and transgender roles but it's not something he actually cares about since he actually doesn't /care/ about gender identity nor sexual preference. What a person feels they are, thats what they are, and whom someone else loves or is at least lusted to to him is their own business and should be supported.

But.. on to her father...

He raises his brow slightly and plucks out a Cronut. "Why wouldn't I like you?" he asks. "I like /you/. That means I like whoever, however you are. Whatever you are is always you." he tells her softly.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
For her own part, Wanda is only curious academically. She's never really considered the implications of any relationships before. It's all new to her, and despite Nolan being a male, that's not what it is that draws her to him. Which makes her inability to understand how he might still care about her, and like her, should she becomes less.. this Wanda and more.. the Wanda she fears.. all the more gently amusing.

"Because," Wanda says very carefully, fingers picking apart bits of fritter without eating them, gaze averted now. "Because I would be different. I would not be so much how I am now."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight eyes his cronut for a moment, then slowly sets it back in the bag and sets the bag aside.. Then he turns to face Wanda and his hands slip over her wrists, gently, so she can still pick apart the fritter with her fingers.. His hands are warm, even the scarred one, and he looks directly at her even if she can't look right at him.

"Wanda.." he says slowly, his voice soft, "We /all/ change. We all are different now than we were. And we will become something different as time goes by. But As much as we change, we are still /us/. In fact, we only becomes /less/ of us if we fight it, force ourselves to stray too FAR from teh natural path of our lives.."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
He can't miss the fast pace of her pulse underneath his fingers. Perhaps to do with why she is picking apart her fritter. Perhaps only because his hands hold hers in such an intimate manner. "It is still very frightening."

Wanda looks up.

"Sometimes I do wonder why you like me."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight doesn't wonder at all. "I like you because you are /you/." he tells her without hesitation.. sincerely.. Honestly. A bit breathily even. His heartbeat has accelerated ever so slightly, beating a staccato in his chest and his thumbs gently stroke the pulse of her wrists. "Whoever you are... whatever you are... I like /you/." he looks down at where their hands are and shakes his head, almost in wonder. "I literally have never felt this way before, Wanda. These feelings. And yeah, they scare me. I've told you that. And I understand how scared you are about possibly changing but.. Fuck.. I am not the man i was 14 years ago. But I am /still/ Nolan. What makes me /me/ is still there, even if everything else has changed. I don't feel any less 'Nolan. right now then I did when I was younger. Hell I feel.. /More/."

He then looks up into her eyes once more. "And that's because of you."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's a slow blink from Wanda as she listens. A slow, dawning awareness that he doesn't care about the packaging, or how it is she chooses to come across, only that she does come across. That she bring Wanda to their interactions, whether that be innocence and light, or something darker and more powerful. That, in some ephemeral way she is still struggling to understand, the real Wanda transcends those things. That /that/ is what he loves.

Her lips form an 'oh' of blushing surprise when she's declared she has made him feel more Nolan - again a thing she is not quite sure how it is, but it resonates right within her. Much as the ways she has always felt right with him. And she wonders if maybe that is the thing he recognizes: the bit within her that resonates within him.

There's a silence, then she asks, "Would it be okay if I kissed you, then?" Because while some off her would not dare such a thing, there is the nugget within that wondered that long ago, what it might be like to kiss him instead of Thor, and if she is going to dare a future, they a kiss is as good a pact as any to start it with.

Deadwatch has posed:
Yes. /That/ that. That is how he would explain it exactly if he was as eloquent as she was in any way shape or form. But he's an emotional cripple, as well as a physical one, or so he believes so he would never be able to fully explain it in words to her though he would do his damndest to try.

But when her lips form that beautiful 'O' shape, her own pale cheeks dusting with color, his heart melts just that little bit more.. As well as beating with more abandon in his breast. Relief floods him that she gets it and he doesn't have to make himself look stupid trying to further explain. He feels like he is vibrating where he sits, not just resonating physically but emotionally and spirtually.. on a wavelength he has just discovered. Is this what she feels?

"Yes... yes you may.." he whispers and does not waver once. It's not like they haven't kissed before, at least a little, but this feels it could be different... Bigger. Big 'K'. "And you never.. you never ever have to ask."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
It's one of those things that defines a moment, how it is that wordlessly, they understand. And as simply as that they move from the here and now, to the next step along the path that is them.

"No," Wanda agrees. "I do not have to ask. But I did this once to be certain it was okay."

She.. gentles somehow. Like this decision, this understanding, has moved her along as well. Made her take a step closer to being herself. Much as he felt he was made more, she is made more. Closer to what she should have been all along.

Her donut is allowed to tumble to the floor, a forgotten thing, as she lifts her hands to cup his face - still with her wrists encircled by his fingers, and a glaze littered thumb brushes over his lips. "You do not need to ask either. This is okay."

Her words framing the freedom of kisses now. A thing they might enjoy. And where they were simple things in the past - furtive and shy brushes of lip that barely began to express, this is a *K*iss. Still a simple thing. Barely a part of lips over his, and the lightest of touches of her tongue to that part before she draws away, but it is a pact and a sealing of that. Wanda coming to rest with her forehead pressed up against his, suddenly, and delightfully breathless. Like she's run a mile, all without moving a step.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight shivers as her hands cup his cheeks, his freckles bright and those few scars of a rough life pale.. His hands never leave her wrists, pulled up as she caresses his face. It truly is a moment, basquing in her touch... her presence.. almost afraid to take a breath for fear of drowning.. But when her lips find his he would so happily drown for her.. /in/ her.

Yes, it is such a simple intimate press, but it promises so much more. It is like a small seed planted, the sweetness of her mouth.. of the very tip of her toungue as it plays against his own.. His hands loosen, slide up to her own cheeks, and hold her as she holds him for those few long moment. His soul aches pleasantly, as does his body, as a need he has been afraid of acknowledging starts to simmer, his ardor heating towards a boil.

When she pulls away he fights the urge to nip her lower lip. His body is shaking, his fingers caressing the sides of her face.. his forehead resting against hers and he takes a few gulps of breath.

. "This is.. far more.. than okay.." he rasps softly.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Shehe's all stillness against him, letting him take his breaths as she struggles to understand the turmoil within her. The kiss was such a simple thing, and yet? She feels in some ways that she is drowning. That she's stepped off a cliff into open air, only it is too late, now, to wonder where the earth beneath her feet has gone.

Freefalling, she gives a little shudder and a gasp of breath.

"It was..very.." The shiver completes the thought without a word. Expressive enough, perhaps. "I think that it is something we can now do. The kisses." Her own insides doiing a nervous and heated dance of their own. The mechanics of it all she understands - you'd have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not have encountered sex by her age, in this day and age - and yet, all of this is new to her in ways such that she might only now be discovering that such things exist. Like stumbling across a new magic, or finding an unexpected leyline where none has ever existed before.

Deadwatch has posed:
It's not like he doesn't know of the mechanics either. He's even participated in them a few times, though very very long ago and never because he felt like he does right now. It was always, those few times, an escape or an end to a means, when it was even his choice at all. This simple Kiss alone was a hundredfold.. no, a thousandfold.. more wonderful and powerful then anything he ever experienced before stepped out of the human race. Or after he returned to it.

He nods slowly, eyes closes, as his caresses he cheeks.. traces her lips with the tips of her fingers.. He can still taste her, a flavour he cannot fully place (though liberally spiced with donut, which just makes it sweeter) but wants more of. "Yes.. definately something we can do now.." he echoes and leans into her. He is on autopilot, allowing the moment to flow. His lips find hers again and he kisses her deeply. It is not quite as gentle as her own kiss, there is faint edge of hunger in it, but not so much that it is overpowered by the more base emotions that course through him.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
As it happens, her sister was right. These are the things you want to learn with someone who you care about for all the reasons other than this. That when hearts and souls are friends, first, the rest finds its way.

It might be that they have chemistry, the pair, or it might be that the simple fact that in each other's eyes they see only the good of one another and are bewildered at how their unworthiness brought them together, leaving the simplicity of a kiss to bring them both to a place of awe...

...and hunger.

That is the unexpected his kiss draws from her. And her kiss in return. A sudden breathless rush of want that she doesn't have the means to express, but somehow her lips are able to encapsulate and offer to him. The kiss enough in and of itself. The kiss a prelude.. But between the prelude and the act, there is no measuring of time to long or too short. It merely is.