She can no longer tell their pleasure apart but the combined force of their orgasms crashes into her all the same. She cries out, back arching as they ride through their pleasure (dimly she's aware that her lover won't mind the view), but always her eyes are on him. She wouldn't want to miss a second of this.

Wanda collapses atop him as that overwhelming pleasure fades, only managing enough coherent thought to form a wordless psychic plea to hold her close. As she catches her breath, she becomes more able to move to press soft kisses to Vision's neck and chest. She feels so warm and content, caught between the conflicting desires to keep chasing this feeling or to let go and continue drifting off into bliss. Either way, she will sleep very well tonight.

"Vizh..." she murmurs in response, shifting to meet his kiss. "I need you. But...I want more, if you do."