Wanda and Amanda (back dated)

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Amanda heads over to Wanda's to help Boss Lady get dressed in order to blow off some steam.



By the time Amanda got to Wanda’s apartment, the other woman had made almost no progress since she’d responded to the suggestion of going out. Still flat on her stomach in bed with the laptop propped up on the pillows in front of her, she was in the process of flipping through all the email that had backed up while they’d been away. The headache and overall aches and pains prevented her from really caring much about it so she pushed it away at the sound of the door.

“Cover thy eyes lest you’ve suddenly, oddly become body conscious,” she called out, rising to prop herself up on her elbows.

“I get naked Boss Lady? Bonus!” Amanda came breezing in, still with that slightly manic grin and practically vibrating. Even when she paused by Wanda’s bed, she bounced on the balls of her feet, as if she couldn’t stand still. “Wow, you’ve got some nasty mess back there,” she observed, making an exaggerated face. “Bet it hurts like buggery.”

“If you don’t count the bandages as coverage, than yes, you get naked Boss Lady.” Wanda didn’t even attempt to look over her shoulder – the explosion had done quite a number on her and she’d seen enough in the mirror earlier. “Mostly it’s just one giant flesh wound,” she continued, grimacing as she tried to slowly sit up. “With deeper lacerations here and there. So, yes, it looks like hamburger meat and feels like I was dragged naked down a gravel road.”

“I’m wondering which is worse now, being blown up or being dragged down a gravel road with your kit off.” Amanda did indeed seem to be pondering this. “You sure you’re up for coming out? I can always drag Jubilee away from her chicken bucket to be your lackey?”

"Oh dear, is she getting intimate with the Colonel again? You know what? Don't answer that." With no body modesty to speak of, Wanda had no issue with finally sitting up in bed despite her lack of shirt or bra. Amanda had probably seen more over the years and Wanda simply had never had the energy to waste on being embarrassed in those situations. "Once I have on pants and a shirt that will not rub against my back, I should be okay. Today? Is not a bra day."

"See, you need a dress. Something loose that won't rub. Waistbands suck on back injuries and if anyone knows, 's me." Unable to stand still, Amanda was wandering around Wanda's bedroom, drumming her fingers on her thighs. "I don't have any dresses, but then I s'pose that's a no brainer. Maybe Angie's got something? She's coming with us. I figured she needed to get out and out of her head for a bit. She's been moping around my place for weeks now."

Wanda shook her head. "Close enough in height but not in build - but there should be a sundress in the back of the closet. Possibly. I vaguely remember something about a dress the last time I went shopping with Sofia." She watched her assistant with bewildered amusement. "That was quite the high you got from that city, wasn't it? Shall we start calling you 'Hummingbird'?"

"Couldn't be worse than 'Daytripper'," Amanda replied cheerily, moving over to the closet and beginning to rummage in it for the sundress, tossing clothes this way and that. "And yeah, New Delhi was fucking brilliant. Huge place. Lots of energy. Really pissed off at D. Ken and all."

This was going to be both entertaining and horrific to watch but Wanda was far too amused to even attempt to burst Amanda’s bubble. Not that she probably could if she tried. The high would, eventually, wear off and Amanda would end up cursing for a few days before going back to normal. In the mean, all she could do was to sit back and watch. “I can only imagine,” she said, dryly. “I know how pissed off I was and I am just one woman."

"And you weren't even there for most of the shite. New Delhi was tired of sitting back and watching that fucker bring them to the brink of war. He didn't care about the people, he just cared about getting power for himself. Which made him tailor-made for our kind of bastardry." Amanda spoiled her insight with a cry of glee as she pulled the dress out. "Come on, Boss Lady, get into that. We've got some partying to do!"

With a groan, Wanda managed to lever herself up and out of bed. "Forget telepaths, elder gods and god only knows what else is out there," she said, reaching out for both Amanda and the dress. "You'll end up being the death of me.