Woot! A new chapter! Go figure!

Might just ass a not of thanks to PsychoB who pointed out the lack of contraceptives a couple chaps back. Sort of addressed that here. I'm not going to complicate their lives further...

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru

Chapter 7

Boy, Wanda though tiredly, this day sucked. Three, count em, THREE

pop quizzes. Plus detention an hour and a half after school. Crud.

The house was pretty quiet as she walked into the kitchen. Quieter than

normal. Taking a quick look around the first floor, she found nobody around at

all.

"Well, at least I can get my homework done in peace," she grinned,

heading up the stairs.

Unable to resist, she peeked into Pietro's room. Unoccupied, it was

almost painfully neat, the only concession to messiness being a few CDs on the

desk, and a corner of a condom wrapper peeking out under the bed. She leaned

down and grabbed it, and found it wasn't an empty. Tucking it in her pocket, she

was grateful she was on the pill. The amount of times her and Pietro used a

condom would be asking for trouble if she wasn't. And trouble would probably

come in a 'twin' pack, knowing them.

She headed out and down the hall, chuckling at her own silly joke as she

went up to her own door. A big sign stating 'KEEP OUT! YES, THIS MEANS

YOU!!' adorned the entrance. Slipping inside, the first thing she smelled

was something fragrantly sweet.

The room was pleasantly cool, and dark, having put a blind up over the

window when she took it over.

The smell in the room was wonderful, and she inhaled deeply, before

turning on the light.

Red, everywhere, was the first impression. She suddenly realized what

the scent was. Roses. Everywhere. Dozens of them. All a perfect deep red.

And hundreds of petals scattered haphazardly over her bedspread, and a few on

the floor besides.

"Wow," she managed to get out. Walking further into the room, she stared

at the flowers in wonder. They were absolutely beautiful.

"Hey, beautiful," she heard Pietro's voice, its tone in the 'serious' mode.

"Hey yourself," she turned to face him.

"What do you think?" he smiled that 'you love me and you know it' smile.

"It's gorgeous. Roses. Wow, Pietro..." she stopped, speechless.

"Not done yet," he grinned, then zipped around the room, causing the

petals on the floor to flutter in the air and dance around. He finished, and turned

the light off, leaving the warm glow of about 50 candles burning in the darkened

room. "Mystique was tired of crummy canned food, and took Lance, Fred and

Todd out to eat. And only because they bugged her into it. I decided to wait for

you."

"This is absolutely..." Wanda blinked, feeling the threat of tears welling up

in her eyes. It was so beautiful, thoughtful, sweet, romantic...

"Do you like it?" he asked, looking a touch concerned. He had never

seen her like this. She seemed so overwhelmed.

"It's beautiful," Wanda's voice quavered.

"Wanda," Pietro touched her cheek. "Don't cry," he murmured, lightly

kissing her neck.

With a soft sigh, she tipped her head to the side, allowing the soft caress.

She loved when he kissed her throat. It was so sensual and erotic without being

almost too much for her.

She felt his unlace her shirt expertly, slide it off, and take off her bra

similarly. Her pants slid down over her hips, and panties right after. He pulled

her to the bed, and gently laid her down amongst the rose petals. She felt the

soft petals flutter against her skin, and she could smell the sweet scent strongly.

"Pietro," she murmured quietly, feeling very peaceful, and very aware of

herself. She could feel everything from the faint breeze coming past the blind

from the slightly opened window, to the sensation of the petals on her warm skin.

Pietro smiled, kneeling down on the bed, after taking the second to take

off his own clothes. He picked out one of the long stemmed roses from beside

the bed, and leaned over her.

Holding the stem of the rose, he slid the bloom over her full lips, then over

her cheek. He brushed it over her other cheek, then down her dose, over her

lips, and down her chin.

He continued the path down over her throat, then down the centre of her

breasts. He felt her inhale deeply, the smiled up at her. Her clear gray-blue eyes

were half lidded, her lips moist and slightly parted as she watched him.

He ran the rose up over one breast, then around her nipple, never losing

contact with her skin.

"The petals of this rose are almost as soft as your skin. They smell almost

as good as you do, too," he said softly, his voice husky, and sexy.

She closed her eyes and smiled, a sigh traveling through her entire body.

She'd never have thought Pietro could be so romantic. The feeling of the rose

playing over her skin was really quite wonderful. She felt it travel around the

curve of one breast then move to the other. Pietro began to tease the nipple with

whispery caresses, and she felt her nipples begin to harden. The soft ache in

her lower belly began to throb ever-so-slightly.

He moved the rose to her belly, tracing curvy designs over her skin,

dipping over her hips, before lazily moving to the sensitive skin on her thighs.

Pietro licked his lips, watching Wanda's reactions to his teasing. She was

practically quivering at the feathery touches. Her breath was beginning to speed

up, and unconsciously, she parted her legs. Pietro could see the gleam of

moisture seeping from her sex in the dim candlelight. He knew that she was

totally beautiful, but somehow by candlelight, it was even more so. She seemed

softer, more sensual, warmer somehow. "You're so beautiful," he whispered to

her. "My beautiful Wanda."

"Pietro," she smiled at him. She slipped her arms up around his neck, and

pulled him down.

Bracing his weight on his arms, his body fell atop hers, almost nose to

nose. "Well, getting aggressive?"

"No, I just want you like this," she whispered. She moved her leg up,

running her thigh up and down his side. She felt, more than heard his moan, and

her covered her mouth with his own.

Kissing her deeply, he kept it languid. He felt her hands slowly roam over

his body, her legs opening wider, wordlessly inviting him into her body.

Taking the invitation, he slid slowly inside her, taking his time to gather

every sensation he could. He wanted this afternoon to be entirely for her, not

allowing himself to take anything not offered by her.

"Pietro," she sighed, tipping her head back. It was that feeling again, the

feeling of him filling her so perfectly, her body sheathing him completely. Like

they were meant for one another, no matter how socially wrong it may be.

He planted little kisses over her white throat, tasting her skin, loving her

completely. He felt that this coupling was more loving than passionate, and he

liked it as much as the raw, burning power of their usual lovemaking sessions.

He slid inside her again and again, feeling her tighten around him every time he

buried himself inside, as if she didn't want to let him go, the reluctantly loosed her

hold.

"Oh, Pietro," she sighed softly, running her hands up and down his back,

sliding over his perfect butt, then squeezing. She felt the throbbing inside of

herself begin to grow. She could feel Pietro begin to struggle to contain himself,

from thrusting with his usual abandon, and she loved him all the more for it.

Her breath began to hitch, as the pleasure began to spread through her.

Pietro felt her begin to jerk spasmodically beneath him, and he watched

her face as she began her climax. Her eyes closed, and face flushed, she had

the expression that he could only describe as ecstasy. Giving another gentle

thrust, coupled with the spasming of her around him, he moaned softly, feeling

his own orgasm wash through him, more gentle than normal, but powerful all the

more because of it.

Slowly pulling himself out of her, he carefully rolled to the side, then

gathered her up in his arms. "Wanda," he smiled.

"That was good," she laughed softly.

"That was great. Love you," he added.

She cuddled into his embrace. "Love you, too," she told him happily.

"Thank you."

"Any time," he smiled, just as happy, and held her close.

Feeling himself drift off, he wondered how he could get so lucky...

TBC

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic (as much as I wish I did). I am poor. All I own is a lousy computer and... well... nothing good. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. (Even though we wish they might.) And vice versa. Boy, you can count on that one!