xp_logs | Wanda and Felicia - Sleeps (backdated)

Someone - actually, probably several someones - had kept Wanda's set of rooms dust free but honestly, she wouldn't have really cared that much. Between being gone for months undercover, only to come back in time for one hell of a mission, she was simply ready for her own bed. A suitcase and a few other bags lay abandoned in the living room, unopened except for the immediate bath items.

Her own bed felt like heaven and Wanda was content to let the world slip away for a few hours at least.

The slip of her picks in the lock was the whisper of silk, an easily lubricated turn, before going over. Felicia slipped into the darkness, bare feet leaving no shoes to abandon, as she crept into the bedroom, dodging luggage to hesitate at the opposite side of the bed she knew Wanda preferred.

“Hey. I missed you. Having some emotions, could I?” she asked quietly, awkwardly rubbing her toes against the opposite ankle, an invisible itch that wouldn’t be scratched. She wasn’t sure if she expected an answer, but paused anyway, holding the edge of the Wanda’s duvet.

Felicia <I>was</I> that good to sneak into her place without waking her or startling her into a flight or fight reaction. But it was more than that. Their powers were different but they worked in tandem so often that, even dormant and asleep, Wanda’s powers knew that Fi was a friend, not a threat.

Wanda blinked groggily but scooted over, making room. “Your feet better not be ice,” she muttered, slowly waking up.

Sliding in quickly, Felicia's reply was muffled by her nose in Wanda's hair, curling around her. "I'll keep them over there. Rest of me is toasty?" She smiled as a disgruntled ankle sneaked her feet closer despite everything. "Hi."

"Hi yourself." Wanda was awake now but enjoyed for a moment the semi-darkness and the sound of their breathing. She patted Felicia's hand where it curled around her over the duvet. "You're always welcome, pesky emotions or no, you know this. Want to talk or just nap?"

"Ehh..." Felicia hemmed, grumpy and indecisive, but at least now comfy and safe. "I don't even know what to say about it, just. David in a coma, surprise, I don't like it. And I don't get to not like it because we're not even friends anymore, we're just HR and the accountant and it. Sucks."

"But you're not, though," Wanda said gently, the darkness like a second gentle blanket around them. She squeezed Felicia's hand. "Even if there is nothing still there -" The remaining grogginess in her voice - from the jetlag, exhaustion from the rescue, and sleep hid any hint if Wanda believed that. "- there will always be remnants. So, you absolutely get to not like it."

Felicia whined quietly, more a grumble, as she burrowed further into her neck. "Yeah, but maybe I also shouldn't. He's the one who chose to leave. I should be done with him," she continued, contrary. "And I can hear my therapist raising her eyebrow at me at my phrasing, I know, I know, so many shoulds. I'm just fucking tired and my head is an angry spitting mess that doesn't know where you point itself at."

Wanda tugged on Felicia’s arm to pull her tighter against her. "David being a complicated man or just a jerkface is a discussion for a girls night with wine." She squinted at the clock on her nightstand. "It's a bit too early for that now, though. It doesn't matter, though - it was a traumatic day and you have very complicated feelings about a jerkface who is now in a coma. Your brain is allowed to panic a little."

"Good answer," Felicia replied after a slow pause, smiling. "Sorry, babe. Thank you. Sleeps now."