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❝I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.❞

[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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