"We don't have photos," she said. "Of us."
I looked at her.
"Us," I repeated.
"Yes. A... formal picture. You know, to hang over the mantle. Or in the hallway. To show that... a family lives here."
A family.
My heart did that thing again where it tried to escape my chest.
"You want a portrait?" I asked.
"Yes," she said decisively. "Today. We will go to a professional photographer. And we will get pictures."
"Okay," I said. "We can do that. But we need to frame them. And hang them everywhere in the house. To assert our domestic dominance."
"Agreed," she said.
She sat up. "We need to dress for it."
"Again?" I groaned. "I just put on pants."
"Formal," she said. "Or... semi formal. A Matching one."
"Matching," I sighed. "Of course."
We went upstairs to my room.
"You know," I said, leaning against the doorframe as she walked toward the closet. "I just realized something."
Wanda stopped, turning to look at me, her hand resting on the smooth wood of the closet door. "What?"
"I used to call your old room the 'Wanda Wing.' But now... this is the main hub. And this room doesn't have a name yet."
She smiled, an intimate thing that made the air in the room feel warmer. "It is our room, Aryan."
"Right. But it needs a title," I insisted, walking over to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. "Something official. Something... grand. How about... 'The Sanctuary'?"
"Too dramatic," she murmured, leaning back into me. "It sounds like a place for monks, not for us."
"Okay... 'The Nest'?" I suggested.
"Are we birds?" she teased, tilting her head back to look at me.
"No, but we do spend a lot of time here," I grinned, nuzzling my nose against her hair. "Alright, how about 'The Heart of the House'?"
"Too sentimental," she decided. "We are not a greeting card."
I thought for a moment, my hands tracing the line of her waist. "Okay, what about 'The Primary Habitation Chamber'?"
She laughed, a bright sound that echoed in the quiet room. "You are ridiculous."
"I am creative!" I defended myself. "Alright, last one. Let's keep it simple. Your name. My name. Spencer and Maximoff. The S&M Suite."
I felt her stiffen in my arms for a split second. Then, a slow heat bloomed on her cheeks as she processed the abbreviation. She turned in my arms to face me, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Aryan," she whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and amusement. "That is... terrible."
"It's accurate," I said, my voice dropping lower as I looked down at her. "Our initials. Spencer... Maximoff..."
"I know what it means," she said, her voice a little breathless. She reached up, her fingers tracing my jaw. "You are impossible."
"Is that a no?" I asked softly.
She looked into my eyes, her own sparkling with a playful light. "No," she whispered. "It is... perfect."
"The S&M Suite it is," I declared, my heart doing a heavy thump in my chest.
"Agreed," she mumbled, pulling my head down for a lingering kiss.
After a moment, she pulled back, still smiling. "Now," she said, turning back to the closet as if nothing had happened. She pulled out the charcoal suit for me.
"This," she said. "With the white shirt. And the green tie."
"And for you?"
She pulled out a dress I hadn't seen before. It was an elegant deep emerald green satin.
"We are going to look like we own the town," I noted.
"We do," she said simply.
…
I stood in front of the full length mirror while Wanda moved around me like a master tailor, her eyes narrowed with a critical focus that was both terrifying and incredibly attractive.
I slipped into the crisp white shirt. The cotton was cool against my skin. I began to button it, but her hand stopped mine.
"You missed one," she murmured, her voice a low hum. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my chest as she corrected the button near my collar.
"Cufflinks," she commanded softly, picking the small silver knots from the dresser.
"I can do them," I said, fumbling with the stiff fabric of the cuff.
"You are clumsy when you are nervous, Aryan," she teased, gently swatting my hand away. "Let me."
She took my wrist. Her fingers were delicate as she expertly guided the silver through the buttonholes, the soft click of the metal locking into place sounding deafeningly loud in the room. She did the other one, her hair brushing against my forearm as she leaned in.
I looked down at the top of her head, at the intricate whorl of her auburn hair, and breathed in her scent.
She finished the cuffs and let go of my wrist, stepping back to survey her work. "Good. Now the tie."
She picked up the emerald green silk. She stood in front of me, so close I could see the gold flecks in her eyes. She flipped up my collar and draped the cool fabric around my neck.
Her movements were slow as she looped the silk, her knuckles grazing the skin of my throat. I watched her in the mirror, watching the way she bit her lip in concentration as she tightened the knot, sliding it perfectly into place.
"There," she said, folding my collar down with a possessive pat.
I turned my attention to her. She stepped into the emerald dress. It was a slip of satin that clung to her curves like a second skin.
"Turn," I whispered.
She turned, presenting her back to me. The dress was unzipped, revealing the pale expanse of her skin from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.
"I cannot reach," she said, her voice a little breathless.
I stepped forward. My hands were trembling slightly as I found the tiny metal pull of the zipper. I pulled the zipper up slowly, the sound a soft rasp as the satin came together, hiding her skin from my view.
She turned back to face me.
PS: Come on guys, we've only had two bonus chapters this week. Is that really all you've got? Haha