"Ah, detka." Natasha murmurs against your skin, nose buried in the nape of your neck. Wanda looks on, amused. "Your mommies missed you." She murmurs, voice a low rumble against your back. Whilst Natasha can't keep her hands off you, Wanda's touches are measured—deliberate. She grasps your chin, gently tipping you forward. You think you may melt between them.

Wanda chuckles lowly, sinking herself onto your lap. Natasha only lets slip a little grunting noise at the additional weight, considering you're already curled up on her legs, though otherwise she only looks more pleased. After all, who in the hell would protest to two beautiful women on top of themselves? Certainly not Nat.

Wanda takes her time, idly angling your face in her hands, fingers pinching your cheeks gently. "Our sweet girl." She murmurs, wide eyes peering down at you through long, lush lashes. Her thumb swipes along your cheekbone, lips lilting upwards. "You miss your mommies as much as we missed you?"

There's a brief moment where your mind blanks, and you can't help that you might as well be reduced to a puddle of jelly when you're in-between your Mommies. Natasha's chin props up on your shoulder, lips ghosting along skin. "C'mon. Use your words like a big girl." She hums, relishing in the whine that tears from your throat at the sensation of her teeth, pressing gently into your neck.