School sucks, Pietro thought, sitting in his Lit class. It was so BORING. Siting

still for hours at a time while teachers droned on endlessly about things he could care less about.

And then, to top it off, teachers insisted on putting Wanda a seat ahead of his in

every class. As if they were a happy little family unit.

If the teachers knew what he wanted of her, they'd throw him out the window.

"Isn't that right, Maximoff?" the teacher called out.

"Hm, what?" both he and Wanda called out in perfect harmony.

The class roared as the teacher sighed. "Figures. Neither of you were paying

attention, were you?"

"Sorry, teach, I read this stuff in my last school," Pietro shrugged.

"Stuff like this bores the hell out of me," Wanda slumped, looking as bored as she

said.

"I don't care if it bores you, all I care about is that you pay attention, and pretend

it's the most fascinating subject you've ever come across," the teacher put her hands on

her hips, looking cross.

Wanda sighed. "Yes'm," she frowned slightly. She just wanted to go home.

More specifically, she wanted to go home with Pietro, and ravish him. If this was what

he had been going through for the last week, she wondered at his control. She didn't

think she'd have been able to control herself.

What is wrong with me? She thought angrily. I suddenly can't get him out of my

head!

"Wanda and Pietro, I'd like you to both write an essay about Oliver Twist, and the

message that the author is trying to get across to the reader," the teacher sniffed.

"Message?" Wanda snorted. "Why does everything have to be a message? Hey,

what if it was just meant to be a piece of fiction? What is this guy was just trying to write

a story for the purpose of entertainment, huh? We could ask the author, but he's dead!

So the poor guy, who was just writing a story for something to do suddenly has messages

in everything he wrote," Wanda sneered. She heard Pietro snort laughter behind her, and

felt absurdly pleased.

"I can't believe you, young lady! What kind of upbringing did you have that you

would be so disrespectful of your elders?" the teacher was horrified.

"You really don't want to know that," Pietro grinned. "Don't worry Wanda, I'm

sure we can make up messages left right and centre."

"I just think it's really stupid to read messages in every piece of fiction that

written by someone who's dead. I mean, it's so stupid!"

"Wanda, hush, it's enough," Pietro told her quietly.

Wanda frowned, but was silent.

"Young lady, I think you need to learn respect."

Wanda opened her mouth, and Pietro pinched her. "Yes'm, she will," he

interjected. "And we'll both have essays done tomorrow."

"Well, good," the teacher huffed, and went back to her lesson.

Pietro leaned forward as close to Wanda as possible without looking as if he were

trying to get some sleep.

He had pinched her waist, touching her bare skin. It has been as soft and smooth

as he had imagined.

She slouched backwards with a sigh, her head coming only inches from his face.

Her hair smelled so good. He wanted her so badly... He wanted to take her in his arms,

kiss her all over, taste her, hold her... take her...

The ring of the bell woke him from his reverie. Time to go home. Finally.

"I can't believe we have to do a dumb essay," Wanda snarled after getting out of

the room.

"Aw, it's ok. Simple as can be. Just give me a sample of your writing and I'll

have an essay written. You won't even know the difference. It'll take me about 2

minutes, but hey, that's what brothers are for," he grinned cheerfully.

"Doing my homework?" Wanda snickered.

"Right-e-o," Pietro confirmed.

Wanda leaned over and gave him a one armed hug. He was startled by her

touching him. "Thanks," she smiled.

Pietro felt his heart skip a beat.

"See you later," she added, heading off.

He had to do something to get her off his mind before he did something he'd

regret, and she'd kill him for!!!

Wanda watched out the window, seeing the wind whip the heavy rain against the

window. It was pitch outside, and passing cars flashed the only real light over the wet

landscape.

She found her thoughts constantly on Pietro. It was close to 10 PM and he still

wasn't home from school. Mystique was angry, but the other boys were unconcerned.

Todd even thought he might have taken a trip to California. According to Todd, he had

done it before.

But she worried anyway. What if he was hurt? What if he needed help? And she

was sitting on her lazy butt, instead of going out to look for him. But where do you find

someone that can run practically across the country in an hour? He could be anywhere!

A passing car's lights showed the outline of a slender boy walking up the

walkway to the house.

Wanda ran to the door, and out into the pouring rain.

"Pietro?" she walked toward him.

"Hey, Wanda," he sounded surprised. "You shouldn't be out here. It's cold and

wet."

"Ditto, dork," she snapped, taking his bare arm. "You're so cold!" she cried,

feeling that his arm was like ice.

"It's pretty cold out," he chuckled, as she pulled him into the house.

"Oh, shit." She stated as she saw him in the light. She reached up and touched his

swollen cheek.

"Ow," he his, reaching up, and pulling her hand away.

"What happened!?"

"I kinda got into a fight," Pietro shrugged. "The jerk sucker-punched me. Don't

worry. He looks worse than me."

"You dope! You're getting into fights? Mystique's pissed, Pietro! I am too, for

that matter," she added, getting him up into the bathroom.

"Don't worry, I'll get your homework done," he said quietly.

"Idiot," she snapped him with a towel. "I don't give a flying fig about the stupid

essay," she snapped, descending on him with the towel. She began to rub his hair dry.

"You're going to catch a cold," she grumbled, pulling his shirt off, over his head, and

tossed it on the floor.

She began to dry him off, feeling how cold his skin was. "Damn," she

murmured, putting the towel around him. She slid her arms about his, rubbing the skin

quickly, trying to get some heat built up in it in any way.

Looking up at him to scold him, she was struck speechless by the strange look in

his eyes. A look of utter longing and wanting. She remembered the morning when she

stood in the hall, masturbating as she heard him cry her name. She knew what he had

been doing - basically the same thing she had been. She remembered the kiss. The

passion... And most of all, she remembered responding to that passion.

She realized she had him sitting on the edge of the tub, kneeling in front of him,

arms about him, close. Her breasts were lightly brushing his bare stomach...

"Wanda," he said softly.

"I'd better get a blanket," Wanda got up quickly, frightened of the sudden heat

through her body.

Pietro watched her go, wishing her had done something. Anything.

He had gone out in the afternoon to get him mind off her. Drinking did nothing.

The alcohol passed though his system in a matter of minutes, so all he ever got was a

quick buzz.

The fight had just been a way to kill time. He had mocked the big idiot until the

guy had punched him. Pietro, of course, had done a bit of punching himself. The guy

looked a lot worse.

Afterwards, he just wandered through the streets, rain soaking him to the skin.

Maybe the cold rain, he had thought, would wash the heat out of his body. He had found

himself home only by accident. And then Wanda had been there.

A blanket fell about him. "You ought to go to bed. Get warm," Wanda told him

sternly.

"Yeah, ok," he said, pulling the blanket around him. He had come so close to

kissing her again... so close... "G'night," he said softly, going into his room.

He had to stop obsessing about her. Had to stop.

If he could have her just once...

...only once...

To be continued...

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.