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Just like that. [He whispers it back, unable to speak any louder for fear of breaking the spell her actions seem to have cast on him. It's easy to forget how very sensitive his cock is, every little bit of texture from her tongue and her lips felt with perfect clarity. And if he's a little surprised this is the direction she's chosen to start with, he's not going to complain in the slightest. Is it still self-indulgent if she volunteered?]

Take your time, my love. I'll warn you if I'm close to the edge.

[His gaze is electric, his smile smug and content. There's still a flutter of nervousness (how not, during their first time?) but he's perfectly willing to let her take the lead for now. The sight of Wanda on her knees in front of him is humbling and erotic, and that expression she has as she takes him in her mouth makes him want to dig his fingers all the way through the desk just to hold himself back. He doesn't bother staying quiet anymore, whether or not she needs his cries to guide her - she seems to know exactly what to do to make him fall apart under her ministrations.

Later, though. Later he plans to show her exactly how much he wants her in exquisite detail. He's ached for that feeling of being inside Wanda, bodies and minds and souls all entangled until no one is sure where one stops and the other begins.]

[It's intoxicating, chasing his pleasure like this. Wanda is nothing short of worshipful in her ministrations, working him with lips and tongue and hand and moaning as she takes him deeper. It's slow and tender - what better way to show her complete and utter devotion than this? She follows his wordless cues, sometimes bobbing up and down his length, other times licking and kissing along his shaft. The noises she's making must be absolutely obscene but Wanda is in no condition to notice or care. He is her heart, her Vision, and she is going to give him everything.

All she wants in return is for him to fall over that edge for her. This may be rather one-sided, but Wanda is finding all the fulfillment she needs in this moment just from pleasuring him. Nothing matters beyond showing Vision how much she loves him, how she'd do anything for him, how she is irrevocably his.

Let go, she thinks, moaning in shared pleasure as her tongue focuses on a particularly sensitive spot. I want you.]

[More powerful even than the exquisite physical sensations running through him, the Vision is struck once again by how very much he is loved. She's doing this for him, all for him, though being who she is and linked as they are she's no doubt feeling every ounce of pleasure as much as he is. It builds and it builds, and as soon as he has that permission he cries out her name and spills into her mouth.

(It doesn't taste at all like what a human's would - the consistency is the same, but resembles nothing so much as a faintly sweet syrup. He can simulate the rest of the act perfectly, but he can never be fertile.)

As soon as he's done, he withdraws carefully and fumbles for Wanda so he can pull her up into a tight embrace. There's so much bleeding out of him right now - satisfaction, throbbing pleasure receding, relief, but most of all what he can only describe as love, a pure and simple amazement that he is loved, and wanting only the best for Wanda in return.

Whe he catches his breath, he rests his forehead against hers and smiles down at her softly.]

That was beyond compare, my dearest. Though it did feel rather decadent, with you still fully dressed like that and myself all naked.

[Translation, which she should have no trouble reading in him: time for your clothes to come off, Wanda.]

[Oh, they are definitely doing this again. Vision's pleasure lights up her mind and it's all she can do to keep working him as he finishes. He tastes good - not that surprising; everything about Vision is an absolute delight. Wanda drinks him down eagerly and manages one gentle attempt to lick him clean before she's pulled into his arms. Her entire body is thrumming with need and it's fortunate that Vision is strong enough to easily keep her upright. She's weak-kneed with love and desire, and it's a wonder if he can't feel her racing heartbeat.

The Mind Stone pressed to her forehead only serves to amplify the intense emotions rolling off him and as they cling to each other Wanda finds herself lulled into a state of soft adoration. Everything feels extra sensitive and even Vision's skin now feels like velvet under hers. She can't help rubbing a few slow strokes up and down his back as they catch their breath.]

Vizh...

[Every night it feels like she might overflow with love for him but this is a level of intensity Wanda could never have imagined. She cups his cheek - soft, so soft - and kisses him deeply.]

Do what you want with me, love. I'm yours.

["Whatever he wants" starts off with another kiss, just like the last; he needs a little time to continue winding down, though he knows he's just going to go back there soon enough. But there's an opportunity in here to repay Wanda for the gift she's just given him, and he fully intends to do so before they move on to the final act.

First, though, he needs to get her out of her lovely costume.

Still pressed up against her, he starts exploring with his hands to see if the laces up front are just decorative or if they actually serve a purpose, and if there are additional fasteners in the back. The upside of this is that he's running his hands up and down her body, pausing here and there to squeeze lightly at her breasts and buttocks, thinking how easy it would be to just forego the hassle and pull up her dress--another time. Not tonight. Not for their first time.

Instead, he fusses with the clothing until he figures it out, and his reward is helping Wanda shimmy right out of the dress, leaving her underthings. This is a point they've been to many times before, and yet this time he's charged up with an electricity unlike any other. It shows, too: he's hard again, and doesn't even seem to realize it. And the reason is very obvious: this time, they come off and he stands for a long moment, drinking in the sight of her before him.]

Let's get you on the bed, yes?

[His skin tone doesn't allow for the shade a blush would bring, but his eyes are dilated and his breathing is heavy, and as soon as she gets on the bed he moves into place above her, not touching yet but deciding where to begin. In a move that would definitely not surprise her future self, he decides to start with her breasts. One at a time, he cups them gently in his hand, strokes them, circles the nipple and swoops in to suck at it and run his tongue over the rough pebble. They're so very unlike anything on his own body, he supposes, but it could also just be that he finds them beautiful.]

I could spend all night here, you know. One day I'd like to.

[Wanda sighs softly, arching into Vision's touch as he explores her body. Getting her out of the dress turns out to be much simpler than it might have seemed at first - there's lacing in the back, and once it's loosened he can help her pull it over her head.

Thank goodness she's in the habit of wearing matching underwear - often they sleep like this, so Wanda's always prepared for Vision to see her almost naked. But this time he helps her out of her bra and panties and she's left bare before him. Wanda shivers. The room is cold enough to make her nipples stiffen but it feels like she's burning under his gaze. And even though he's barely touched her, he's already hard for her again.

She's blushing enough for them both as they move to the bed. Her breathing, by contrast, is fast and shallow - Wanda hasn't felt this vulnerable in a long time, but Vision makes her feel safe enough to relax into his care.]

I love you, [she murmurs breathlessly, aching for his touch. Fortunately, she doesn't have long to wait before he decides to shift his attention to her breasts. This, too, is not the first time, but with nothing between them now it might as well be. Wanda sighs in pleasure as he begins cupping and squeezing her breast like he always has, but when he descends on her nipple - oh. It feels like he knows exactly where and how to touch her before Wanda's even worked it out for herself. She clings to him, arching shamelessly into his mouth while she moans his name. It's so good, and even though she knows Vision can feel her pleasure she wants him to hear it.

Nervousness melts away. There's nothing else, just the two of them and the steadily building heat at her core Vision stokes with each swipe of his tongue.]

It would be a good vacation, [she tells him breathlessly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Butterflies dance in her stomach at the thought - it's obvious that stamina is not a factor for him.] You could take me all night and we could rest and explore the planet during the day. Or stay in bed.

[She smiles knowingly and kisses him again. They might start out with the best of intentions but she's pretty sure they'd just end up living off each other and room service for a day.]

If you want to rest on top of me sometimes...I think I'd like that, too.

[He moans into Wanda's flesh in response and gives the nipple he's working on a nice long suck before he releases it with a light popping noise and quickly moves in for a deep kiss, his erection pressing against her thigh. When he finishes the kiss, he shifts so he's resting on her side, but he's not slowing down. One hand continues to play with her nipples lightly, alternating between them, and he starts moving the other down with a feather-light touch to her stomach and below her waist slowly.]

We could take each other. I hardly want to be greedy.

[He feels greedy right now, even though he knows she wants this. Even though she's expressed in possibly the best way ever that she wants his pleasure just as much as he wants hers.

And oh, does he want her pleasure.

The Vision lifts his hand up from her nipples and focuses on the other, which finally makes its way to the prize. A soft cry escapes him as he feels how wet she is, first gently stroking the folds from the outside and then exploring it in a little more detail until he finds her clit; he can feel the electric jolt through their link and gives it a few good rubs, and then leaves his thumb pressed firmly on it and slips a finger deeper inside; he seems to be repeating her name over and over, unaware.]

[He earns a long, low moan for his trouble and Wanda eagerly shifts to kiss him with equal passion. He must have known she was craving it, linked as they are, even though her breasts ache to be touched again. Wanda's never known need like this before and even his erection pressing against her is enough to make her moan. Her core is wet and throbbing although he hasn't touched her there yet and her whole body feels warm and extra sensitive.]

Yes, [she whispers, breathless again.] Until there's nothing but us.

[Finally, his hand slides down her belly to where she really needs him. They cry out together as Vision begins his gentle explorations and Wanda's entire body goes rigid when he finds her clit. She moans his name as her hips buck upward, seeking more contact. It's good, it's so good, and when his finger presses into her Wanda takes a sharp inhale and clutches blindly at him, at the sheets, at whatever she can reach. She's so wet that it's an easy slide and her walls clench on him, desperate for more.]

Vision - ah! - just like that.

[She opens her eyes to focus on him - she must have closed them on that last crest of pleasure. It's a struggle to keep them open and not let her head fall back against the pillow, but Wanda wants to watch him while he gives her this overwhelming pleasure. She's flushed, breathing hard, and quickly unraveling underneath him. Between the shared pleasure of the blowjob and his remarkably skilled fingers, it won't take much to bring her over the edge.]

Please...kiss me.

[He obeys without hesitation, shifting his position once again so he's on top of her and can kiss her greedily, eyes closing subconsciously so he can float in this pure sensation for a few glorious moments. She's already so close--he breaks from the kiss to add another finger and increase the pace, and he has to open his eyes now so he can catch every second of her expression.

How nerve-wracking it must be to have a lover that can't intertwine her thoughts with your own. How would he know she needs him to shift his angle, like so? How do other people stand it, without having that glorious echo of pleasure? No, she's the only one for him, now and always.

She needs just a little more to send her over the edge, and he has an idea what might do the trick. He lowers his head next to her ear and whispers, voice rough and full of desire.]

I love you, Wanda Maximoff.

[He always has. He always will. And so he reinforces those words with all his heart, knowing she can feel it, too.]

[Wanda's arms wind around him as they kiss, clinging to Vision desperately as pleasure overtakes her. She doesn't have to tell him what she needs or even form the words in her mind. He's responding to something much more primal as his fingers shift inside her. It's too much, she's so close, and when Vision whispers in her ear she's done for.

Wanda comes hard on a cry of his name, trembling through her orgasm and its aftershocks. His love surrounds her, urging her to let go completely, and she surrenders and melts for him. Yours, always.

Her lips find his as her body calms for a kiss that is surprisingly tender, all things considered. But it's still not enough and Wanda curls into his neck when they part, murmuring his name and mixed-language endearments between kisses. She's not recovered enough for coherent sentences, but they hardly need words right now. Her mind is overflowing with love and awe and the deep sense of belonging that can only come from a lover's embrace. And underneath that...desire, thicker than before. Everything they've done so far has felt amazing but she wants to know what it feels like to seek their pleasure together.]

Vision...my heart...

[Tender is just the right speed after riding the crest of her desire. The Vision is immersed in Wanda, swimming in their combined sensations like when he's deep in a bundle of beautiful code or (oddly) in the middle of a raging battle. Is it instinct from the much-altered human base for his body? An unforseen node in his complex mind? Or just they way the two of them resonate together? He doesn't know; it's not important to know. What's important is that he's here with Wanda and their desires are evenly matched. She doesn't need to put it into words for him.

He shifts again so he's positioned properly this time, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head and the other holding his cock, ready to guide it in. There's only a brief moment of hesitation, and he locks eyes with her.]

I will need to you let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable for you. Can you promise me that?

[He's ready to go ahead, but this is her first time. Their first time. He wants it to be memorable only for the best reasons.]

[She reaches up to cup his cheek with that same tenderness, trying to ignore the twin flutters of nervousness and anticipation in her stomach. She's very much out of her depth but...she should bend her knees for him, shouldn't she? And this new position feels even more thrilling in its vulnerability, bringing another blush to Wanda's cheeks.]

I don't know what this is going to feel like, Vizh. I've never done this with anyone before. But I know that I want you and that I trust you.

[Wanda leans up to kiss him softly. She doesn't need to ask him to be gentle - she already knows he will be.]

Take me, Vizh.

I am yours, my love.

[Of course he's gentle - it's something he always has to be aware of, with his powers being what they are, and it's even more important when he's with Wanda. She deserves to be treated in the very best way, always.

And so without further ado he carefully guides himself in, gasping at the sensation of fierce joy that shoots through him as they're finally joined in body as well as mind. It's so intense that for a moment he loses his sense of self entirely and he just exists, surrounded by love and belonging and a deep sense of rightness...but it only lasts a moment, and then he's back in his own very physical body with the very physical pleasure of Wanda hot and tight and wet around his cock as he presses in. Once he's in far enough, he takes a moment to catch his breath and then kisses her fiercely in lieu of the words that aren't forming yet as he starts to thrust slowly.]

[Their joining is quite possibly the most pleasantly intense experience she's ever felt. Vision takes her slowly and carefully, following her body's cues as if they were his own. Wanda's conscious of her body stretching to accommodate him but no pain, and before long she's swept away in their shared pleasure and emotions. They're entwined in body and mind and soul, as close as they can possibly be, and she also needs a minute to just exist with him. Words are insufficient. She loves him more than she could ever say, this is right and exactly how they belong, and oh, nothing could ever compare to the dual sensation of being so pleasantly filled while her psychic walls dissolve.

She doesn't have to ask him for either a moment to adjust or tell him that it's all right to move. Instead, they rest and start to move together and Wanda leans up for the kiss just as Vision leans down. It may very well be the most passionate kiss they've ever shared and she moans freely into it as their hips rock together. She can't be quiet anymore and is torn between moans and soft cries of pleasure and murmuring praise and Vision's name. Nothing could possibly feel better than this.

Her hips keep pace with him, rocking up to meet him with every delicious thrust. She's overflowing with pleasure and love and it doesn't take long for her to pull Vision down for another hungry, desperate kiss.]

[Everything in this moment is perfect. Each kiss is more satisfying than the last, each thrust brings them closer together, and if the Vision is barely coherent enough to do more than moan and gasp Wanda's name, well, who could blame him, really?

Between the sheer physical pleasure, the deep mind-link that gives him a sense of Wanda's emotions, and the soul-deep satisfaction of breaking this final barrier between them, it's not long at all before the Vision finds himself using the last of his willpower to hold himself back from orgasm until Wanda gets there herself. By this point, one of his hands has found hers and is desperately clasping it, fingers twined together, and their lips are on each other's as often as they can stand it.]

Come for me, my love. [Murmured during a rare pause for breath.]

[She's coming completely unraveled, no longer able to tell the difference between Vision's pleasure and her own. Something shifts between them, strengthens, and soon Wanda will find that the more they engage in this intense level of connection, the easier it will become for her to reach Vision's mind.

But for now there's nothing but desperate kisses and clutching each other close while Wanda's body practically writhes beneath him. He keeps hitting that spot inside her that makes pleasure shoot up her spine, and soon (too soon) she's so close to the edge that it's taking all her willpower to fight it. She doesn't want to let go just yet, she needs to keep him this close--

...but as always, his voice is her undoing, and three dizzyingly wonderful thrusts later Wanda can no longer hold back. She kisses him fiercely, no longer conscious of her body's movements as he guides her into the most intense orgasm of her life. She's utterly overwhelmed, pleasure and emotion and her lover whiting out all conscious thought. She is his, forever, and everything she has, everything she is, is Vision's to do with as he pleases.

She couldn't be in better hands, after all.

When awareness returns, Wanda's wrapped herself fully around him in a desperate bid to keep Vision close. She's panting, flushed, and well-fucked, somewhere between being able to go another round and wanting to curl into him for the rest of the night. Either way, a kind of vulnerability has set in as they come back to themselves. Wanda still feels completely safe, limbs warm and heavy in the wake of her orgasm, but she needs the comfort of his embrace.]

Vision...Vision...

[She murmurs endearments in broken Sokovian as she pulls him close for another kiss. She could have him all to herself for the rest of eternity and it would still not be enough.]

[Once Wanda's over the edge, the Vision lets go as well and comes hard inside her, releasing months of longing, years of desire, and a lifetime of love for her. It doesn't bother him that there are still corners of his mind he'd rather not have her linger in--too much grief and regret--or that the odd timeline dance they've done means he knows a little more about how this all goes than he probably should. It doesn't matter that they're drifting in a spaceship so far from home that distances are meaningless, or even that their neighbors might hear him cry out with the force of his passion, forgetting that the soundproofing isn't as great as it might be.

What matters is that this one perfect moment of belonging, being so entangled in the woman he loves that he's completely at ease with everything, that he's purely happy. He knows with absolute clarity that this is right.

And so, finished or not, he doesn't pull out. Not yet. His arms are tangled all around her, holding her firmly in his embrace, and his lips are locked in a languid kiss over and again. There's a great distance to spiral back down from, but he only needs to come back down halfway to respond to her in the only way he can.]

I love you, Wanda. Everything about you makes me happier, and I want to share this with you as much as I am able. I belong entirely to you.

[The extra intimacy of Vision staying buried inside her is everything Wanda didn't know she needed right now. Their lips keep finding each other's and this just feels right, like she was made to lie tangled body, mind, and soul with him. She's so warm, and he feels so good everywhere they're pressed together...

Slowly coherent thought returns, but it was such an intense experience that Wanda's need to keep him close doesn't ease.]

You are mine and I am yours.

[She strokes his back tenderly, unaware that anything she's said is significant. But while her future self is just as willing to offer herself to him and loves when Vision calls her his, she never reciprocates. It doesn't feel right to accept any claim to him when being with her puts Vision in so much danger.

But here, Wanda is blissfully unaware of future problems and the outside world doesn't matter.]

The Avengers gave me purpose but you helped me live again. You saved me, Vizh. [And what can she do but follow that up with another kiss?] I love you.

[She may not realize the significance of those words, but the Vision certainly does - they fly straight to his heart and he's there meeting her kiss almost before she's done talking. There's so much he wishes he could say to her, to let her know how much this means to him, but the beauty of it is he doesn't need to. She can feel for herself how her words help settle him even more firmly into place against her, body and soul, minds blissfully entangled.

He belongs here.

He finishes up with a light kiss and speaks in a low tone.]

I could live for a thousand years and only feel truly alive when we're together. You mean the world to me, Wanda. I love you very much.

[Anything more doesn't need to be said aloud.]

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