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[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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