Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-02-14 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: massachusetts, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: daimon hellstrom |
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Characters: Wanda, Daimon
Setting: NYC to Hellfire Lake, Massachusetts
Content: Icky Valentine’s Day romantic stuff
Summary: ...Icky Valentine’s Day romantic stuff
Mondays were reserved for lessons, that was the rule. Any other day that Wanda was with Daimon could be spent however they chose, but just one evening a week she was required to focus. Apparently even sleeping with the teacher couldn’t get her out of studying. It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t want to learn what Daimon had to teach, it was just that ancient Latin texts weren’t particularly easy reading even when she was at her most attentive. Ever since she and Daimon started- well, whatever their relationship actually was- she found him positively distracting and this often made her less than willing to give the study of magic her full attention. Thus, rules were made and boundaries defined, necessary because Wanda was obviously incapable of behaving herself (which she didn’t think was exactly fair to say since once she instigated she never heard any protests).
This Monday was no exception to any before it and so Wanda found herself sitting at Daimon’s desk in the back of his shop, poring over a leather bound book in a dead language. Of course, this Monday was Valentine’s day but, Wanda assured herself, it was just a silly Hallmark holiday which had no significance for friends-with-benefits. With this in mind she could face red and pink shop fronts with ease and felt (almost) no disappointment when instead of flowers or chocolates she received a written twelfth century account of an especially disgusting demonic possession.
For fifteen minutes Wanda managed a valiant attempt at studiousness, but then Daimon came in from the shop proper to lecture on the book she was perusing and she quickly lost track of everything she’d read- and everything he was saying. She interjected with occasional “I see”s and “Mmm hmm”s to make it seem as if she were still listening, but by then one of her hands had already bridged the gap between them and settled onto Daimon’s knee. Seconds later Wanda’s fingers traveled slowly up his thigh, a lascivious smirk turning up her lips. Rules and boundaries be damned.