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[The safewords were more for his comfort than hers - Wanda knows that Vision would never hurt her, that anger would never turn him cruel. But she's hoping that he can trust her to manage her own comfort and relax enough to take what he needs from her.

He is still as gentle as always in undressing her, and once she's naked Wanda kisses his cheek and smiles up at him encouragingly. It may not be all right now, but it's going to be okay.

And to be fair, it's thrilling that Vision can pin her to wall with only one hand.]

Where we belong, [she murmurs between kisses. Wanda moans softly as he kneads her breast and another soft sound escapes her when he presses her hips to the wall to keep her still. She's completely under his power and it feels good, but only because it's him.]

We belong together, Vision. You're everything I need.

[In that respect, they're an excellent idea - he doesn't have to be afraid he's pushing things too hard unless she says so.

He keeps speaking into her ear, emotion close to the surface. He knows his voice has a particular effect on her, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't doing it half for that response, but even so the rawness is genuine.]

I need you, Wanda. I need to know you're mine. [Between kisses along her hairline, there's suddenly an erection pressing against her side, hot and hard.] I need to know that hasn't changed.

Vision...

[She is so very helpless for him - all she can do is shiver and surrender to that glorious voice. Its effect on her is immediate. Her nipples stiffen in response to her growing arousal and each kiss earns Vision another soft sound of pleasure. He's barely touched her and she's already starting to look quite blissed-out.]

I will always be yours. [And there's no missing the surge of desire through their link when she feels his erection pressing against her.] Nothing can change that. Let me show you, please...

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[That's all he needs. His lips move back to claim hers in another fierce, hot kiss and his free hand reaches down to test out her nether lips, see if she's ready. He hasn't done nearly the amount of foreplay that he usually starts with, but at the same time he's not terribly surprised to find her wet enough to continue. Barely pausing for breath between kisses, he lifts Wanda up against the wall enough so he can enter her comfortably.

And always, always, that first entrance hits him to the core of his being and he cries out, burying his head against her neck and taking a long moment to breathe before he starts moving again, slowly but forcefully.]

Oh, my love. Oh, Wanda.

[Desire quickly turns into need as they kiss. His voice has sparked a heat at her core that aches to be filled, but she doesn't have long to wait before he claims her thoroughly. Wanda cries out with him, uncaring of who might hear, and wraps herself around him as they both adjust.

The first entrance is always intense for her too, and no two times are quite the same. This time she's left drifting in a blissful haze of his love, only really aware of their bodies and a dim need to keep stroking the back of his head and shoulders. Is he trying to remember to breathe? Is she? It's never clear anymore now that the last barriers in their minds have fallen away.

Then he moves and she cries out again. It quickly becomes clear that Wanda won't be able to stay entirely quiet this time. Each thrust earns some sound of pleasure: sometimes a soft moan, sometimes a louder cry, sometimes just a desperate whisper of his name like it's a prayer.]

Vizh...my Vision...ah!

[It's too much; she has to kiss him.]

[He kisses her back fiercely, hungrily, and doesn't stop thrusting. He needs to work through the anger and the hurt, and as long as she doesn't object this is bound to be a quick and effective way to do it. And she sure doesn't seem to be objecting, so he pushes her a little harder--

--and when he's ready to come, he pulls out and spills all over her naked stomach, panting and pressing his forearms hard up against the wall. He knows she's not satisfied with this (he'll make sure she is, repeatedly, but not just yet) and it's part of the game.]

Mine. [His voice is rough, almost a growl. He motions her to the bed (and grabs a soft towel so he can clean her up).] Can you take more?

Yours, always.

[He's left her desperate, breathless, and wanting. He's marked her, and Wanda finds that it only makes her need for him spike. It's just...hot, to see him losing some of his control for once, to see him needing to lay claim to her again.

Wanda trusts him absolutely, and so he has her complete and utter surrender even if every fiber of her being is begging to be brought her release. She knows she'll have it soon enough. He needs to work these darker emotions out, but he won't leave her wanting.

Vision helps her down and she makes her way on unsteady legs to lay back on their bed. But he doesn't get to clean her yet - Wanda has another idea first. She runs a finger over her stomach to gather a generous amount of cum, and, glancing up to make sure Vision's watching her, she brings it to her lips and sucks it clean with a moan.]

I need more, Vision. I need you.

[As he cleans her and her immediate need banks into warm arousal, Wanda sends reassurances through their link: she's actually enjoying this quite a bit.]

[Once she's clean (and with her own help, which is incredibly arousing), the Vision takes Wanda's hand and squeezes it lightly, both in acknowledgment of her response and to signal that he wants her to read him now. The anger and hurt is in the process of being transformed into heady lust, negative emotions being replaced with endorphins and desire.

He doesn't join her on the bed. Not yet. Instead, he remains standing and shifts around until he can enter from this position, letting her relax on the bed while allowing him to express the restless energy that had him up against the wall with her before. And this time he works her with his fingers first instead of pushing in directly, soft strokes and rubbing her clit with his index finger and a few insistent insertions to make sure she's as wet as she needs to be. Satisfied, he gives his own cock a few slow strokes and then holds it at its base st steady himself as he enters her again. And again, and again, until he has to press his hands down against the bed to steady himself and pull her closer, building up speed but trying to time it evenly so Wanda can get the most out of it.]

Wanda!

[There's nothing but the two of them, now; no malcontent crew, no ship, no mysterious overlords. Just the Vision and the love of his life, building up to a crest that he knows can't be too far ahead.]

[Good, this is working and Vision's starting to feel better. Wanda smiles and squeezes his hand back, tracing a gentle caress of scarlet over his cheek with her free hand. She can't resist another moment of sweetness to offer whatever comfort she can before Vision returns to claiming her.

He begins by just touching her and Wanda moans softly as her hips rock to meet him. She's still so wet she can hear his fingers moving and before long she's clutching at the sheets in her pleasure. It doesn't take much to turn wanting back into needing; her body has always been so responsive to him but being denied her orgasm earlier has left her extra sensitive.

This time, when Vision takes her she cries out his name even louder than before. Each thrust earns him another moan or soft cry and when he finally bends over her Wanda wraps her arms and legs around him again to keep him close.

She gives herself to him completely then, body and heart and soul. They move together, pleasure building, and Wanda's back arches completely off the bed. She's trembling for him, both completely overcome and desperate for more.]

Vision...please...please...

[Part of this little exercise, and not a small part if he's being honest with himself, is because the Vision needed to work off enough of his frustration to return to a state of being able to consider others first. And with such an attractive plea, how can he not? Seeing Wanda's expression of need, hearing her beg for more, finally helps break that barrier, and he suddenly cups her face with his hand and leans down to give her a deep, breathless kiss.]

Of course, my love. Of course.

[And he begins timing his thrusts to the rhythm of her body, not letting himself go until he's sure she's peaked. She's always been so good to him, with the back-and-forth of want and need, never taking more than he can give and never giving more than he can handle. Would anyone else be able to know him so completely? Would they even try?

Wanda understands him better than he understands himself. He's always known this. The least he can do, the very least, is to make certain she knows this by his actions as much as his words.]

[It's so good that Wanda is quickly losing herself entirely in him. She kisses him back with an almost feverish intensity and clutches him even closer as they move together. Love and lust have made her eyes turn red and at some point her powers have wound around them without Wanda consciously directing them to do so. They really are perfectly paired - Vision has always been so in sync with her needs and desires. He's never even asked for more than she was willing to give, and although it must have been hard for him to start their relationship from scratch he never made her feel any less treasured.

(Of course he didn't. The sex is wonderful but their love is too pure to be defined by it.)

Wanda keeps kissing him to muffle her rising cries of pleasure. He's already pushed her past the point she thought she would peak and each thrust drives her closer and closer until she's trembling in his arms. She tries to hold off a little longer - she wants to wait for him, wants to draw out this perfect ecstasy as long as she can - but she is only human and finally one particularly deep thrust makes her fall apart completely. She would have screamed for him if not for the kiss - what a shame they have such little privacy, although all her earlier cries and moans may have already spilled their secret.

When they've both ridden out the last waves of pleasure Wanda encourages him to lay back on the bed with her, either on or beside her. Her power joins her hands in lightly caressing him all over, though she'd never prevent him from moving if he isn't yet ready for a moment of softness.]

Vision... [There's an eternity's worth of love in the way she says his name. It's more than enough to keep her eyes tinged red.] I am yours, always.

[Spent at last, he collapses on the bed beside Wanda and gathers her up close to him, coming down only slowly from the stimulation. As undeniable as her pleasure is when he takes her like this, it's not something he's often in the mood for, at least not here. It's a certain amount of frustration that leads into it, and he doesn't find it so much here. Overall, this is a good thing. But it does mean these sessions are almost nonexistent here, and that the particular release they both get from them is rare and precious.

As rare and precious as their gentle lovemaking is at home.

Despite that he's been quiet, his voice is hoarse when he answers her.]

Everything I have become has been shaped by your presence in my life, Wanda. You are the light that guides me on my path, the song in my heart that tells me I am home.

[He kisses her, softly this time.]

I needed this, love. Thank you.

[How like him to soothe a need Wanda hadn't even known she had in pursuit of his own. As she curls closer and buries her face in his neck, she realizes that she'd needed that surrender just as much as he'd needed the claiming. She would do anything, anything at all, for him, but all Vision wants is her love.

She is boneless and relaxed to a point of being halfway blissed-out just from the feel of his skin against hers. Wanda's fingers slow to smaller caresses fixated on places she knows will bring Vision pleasure while her powers continue winding lazily around his body. He's such a pretty picture like this, the deep magenta of his skin and her powers such a sharp contrast against her own pale flesh and the silver inlaid across his body. So beautiful, so perfect...

She doesn't have Vision's gift for words but she kisses him back with all the tenderness she can muster.]

I needed it too, I think.

[She kisses him again, still gentle, still feeling a need to give absolutely everything she can. Is this enough? Is there anything more she could do to convey the depth of her love for him? She is his forever, and surely Vision must understand that now, but...

...there might be something else, but she's not going to find it here. Instead, Wanda turns her head to press light kisses to his jaw and then back down his neck, moaning softly as she nuzzles closer.]

You are everything, Vizh. My sun, my moon, my stars. My light in the darkness.

[He lets himself be held there by her powers and her arms, finally relaxing, ready to do nothing and just be for a little while. Whether what he's done to push his shipmate away is in the right or in the wrong, Wanda is still here for him. It would take more than that to break their bond, and it means a great deal to him that she feels the same way.

He doesn't respond with more words, just a light kiss as he closes his eyes.]

[That same sense of peace washes over her and Wanda closes her own eyes not long after Vision does. Gradually her fingers still and she uses her last coherent thought to telekinetically pull the blankets over them. The warm afterglow of their lovemaking is a siren's call beckoning her to drift deeper and deeper still until bliss turns into pleasant dreams.

Everything else can wait. She has her entire world in her arms.]

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