Wanda's expression softens, and before she does anything else she gently cups Vision's cheek and leans down to kiss him tenderly. His absolute trust is not a gift she takes lightly, even after a year of marriage. And so it's more important to take a minute to kiss him more, to show him the softer side of her love before they lose themselves to passion. "Mine," she murmurs between kisses. "My Vision."

And it's a nice cover for the finagling Wanda has to do to get the rest of her clothes off. She can brace herself with one hand as they kiss while the other directs her powers to carefully work her remaining clothes over her hips and then take the rest of her weight. Once her powers pull them off, she carefully lowers herself back to the ground. "I'll take care of you, love." She gives him a few more strokes before carefully guiding him into her, a slow, deliberate slide that has her moaning. There's never anything quite like their first joining and when he's finally seated inside her Wanda curls back down to kiss him. She wants to move so badly but...not yet. Not until she can feel that both can't stand it anymore.

The resulting bliss when she finally gives in to their bodies' needs lights up her mind even more and she her hands scramble for somewhere to settle. She can feel his pleasure too, his joy, his desires, and the lines between them are starting to blur. It's perfection, and it's just what she needs now that she's finally starting to feel better. "Oh, Vizh...just like that."