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Oh, her happiness washes over him and eases his heart in a way nothing else ever has. It's always been her, for him, whether their emotions were linked or not - always her smile that made him warm inside.

He kisses her again and again, catching her face with his hands and stroking it softly at first and then holding her tight against him as they continue, only releasing her when she laughs and pulls the blanket over. "It would be my pleasure, love."

He considers laying her down with him, but then thinks better of it and lays himself down, grinning up here with a clear expression that says come and get me. He knows the effect the low, red-golden rays of sunlight have on his appearance, and, vain or not, he knows how much Wanda likes how he looks.

It is much like those early days back in the Fleet. Even with the larger shared quarters, the Twin Roses had only been so big, and they had both been so conscious of their surroundings that they didn't want to make too much noise. It's better in the reclaimed shop here, but still it has the possibility of being interrupted any time by a curious fellow kidnapee.

This? Sure, there are a handful of other people who can fly, but this is as private as it's going to get.

"I am here. Shall we make the most of our situation?"

Well, if he wants her to give chase...

Wanda grins and goes to kneel at Vision's side, leaning over to him to cup his cheek and kiss him soundly. "I think we can do that." She kisses him again, and again, and she can feel the heat of desire growing between them. She wants - oh how she wants - but not just yet. They have time and she wants to properly relish this.

But she needs to be closer.

Wanda shifts as they kiss so she can get leverage to climb over and straddle him. She nuzzles his neck, kisses her way down to his collarbone and then to his heart. He's so warm beneath her, so comfortable, and Wanda wastes little time in settling over him, cheek pressed to his chest. Her hips might have accidentally-on-purpose rolled into his once or twice, but she is peaceful and happy when she finally lays still above him. She can still see the sky like this, and she has easy access to trace aimless patterns on Vision's chest. "Mmmmmm...this is much better." She turns her head to kiss him a few more times. "Unless you want to take this off?"

The Vision makes a soft, pleased noise when Wanda straddles him; no one else can make him feel such twinned feelings of content and yearning, relaxation and arousal, a heart overflowing with fullness and yet that fierce hunger that's never really satiated until he's inside her. And for now, the anticipation is only whetting that hunger in the most delicious way.

He runs a hand down her back and lets it settle on her hip, smiling in a half-lidded way that would look lazy to anyone else but that Wanda must know means he's just settling in for a long makeout session. "I seem to have the best possible view," he says softly, "but I suppose it would behoove me to improve yours."

A slow ripple as his skin shifts away from the illusion of clothing to his more natural state--marked here and there by strips of vibranium, fully inhuman and yet formed just like a man at the peak of physical shape. He always feels oddly vulnerable like this: the appearance of clothing and, to a greater extent, the illusion of humanity he once wore on Earth are both masks to fit in, whether it's with the Avengers or the small group of Revivialists or the entire native population of a planet, but with Wanda he's comfortable and safe and he doesn't need the walls to keep the judgment out. She's already judged him and found him worthy, and nothing is more important.

He returns her kisses and squeezes a breast through her clothing, hand moving to undo some clips and lacing so she can gently shrug it off. At some point she's going to have to shif off him if she wants to undress fully, but he's in no rush for that. Instead, he pulls down her top and bra enough so that his mouth can get to work on her breasts, caressing with his hands and licking gently with his tongue and inhaling her scent sharply (improved, it must be admitted, by the recent discovery of soap). It takes little effort to cause her nipples to harden, and then he can play with his mouth and, lightly, his teeth to stimulate them, and he gives little gasps and moans as he seems to be hitting the right spots.

"More of this?" he asks, panting slightly after a few minutes. 'Or shall I move on?"

"There you are." Those teasing touches turn more purposeful, almost reverent, tracing familiar paths along his body. As much as she loves curling up against a soft 'sweater,' nothing will ever compare to the feel of his skin on hers. He's beautiful and they fit together so perfectly it's almost as if they were made for each other. Wanda's not sure whether or not she believes in fate, but somehow they keep finding each other. At least their luck hasn't abandoned them now.

And there was a time, too, when Wanda might have been shy about this. But they have reasonable certainty of privacy and no one's ever made her feel need like this. It's like part of her heart was sleeping until one day she looked at him and realized she was in love. Everything had blossomed from there and slowly the world had become a brighter place...and 'reasonable certainty' of privacy had become good enough for her. She moans softly as Vision goes to work on her breasts, arching shamelessly to grant him better access. "Mmmm...please, Vizh...so good..." Being dirty had made her uncharacteristically shy, but now that she's properly clean she can just let go and enjoy this. She knows deep down that Vision would never judge her but that didn't stop Wanda from judging herself or feeling 'off.'

Her eyes fall shut and for a few minutes it doesn't matter what the sky might be doing. She's a little breathless when Vision pulls away but that doesn't stop her from leaning down to kiss him deeply. She guides his hand back to her breast for a few more heated kisses, her mind glowing brightly with love and desire. "I want you, Vizh. I want to make you feel good." She kisses him again, shifting above him so she can start moving back down to his neck. "And I think I owe you a favor."

She sends him several mental images: her taking his cock in her mouth, or riding him as they kiss desperately, or their bodies lazily tangled together, spooning while Vision takes her from behind. "Anything you want, my Vision," she murmurs between kisses. "Just ask."

He would, of course, have helped Wanda get her hair clean without any expectation of a favor in return, but it's also not in him to deny that the repayments she's suggesting are entirely to his taste. But for now? Hmm. The Vision thinks about it, still stroking at her breast and feeling the smooth texture of her skin where it stays protected from the elements, reveling in the contrast between it and her nipple.

It doesn't take him terribly long to decide, though. He'd already had something like the second option in mind when he'd invited her to lay on top of him in the first place, so he sends her a picture of Wanda riding above him and crying out in pleasure, focusing on her expression and the absolute satisfaction he feels from this sort of position. It's complicated, and has something to do with letting her take control (if mostly metaphorically) and something to do with relinquishing control, but most of all it sates the ever-present hunger to be inside her, connected in the most physical sense of the word.

"I am yours," he says, reaching down to stroke himself a time or two to make sure he's fully erect and ready for the next step. "Remind me what that means, my love."

It means the heartbreakingly perfect sensation of sliding into Wanda, the buildup of pleasure and tension alike between them, the play between desire and joy and fulfilling needs, and forgetting himself to be lost in her for a time. It's sweeter than it has any right to be, and if he's learned just how to move beneath her so she gets jolts of pleasure even as his lips find hers hungrily, well, it's because she's taught him how to read her body as though it is the only text left in the world.

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."

There is nothing he doesn't absolutely love about this whole act, each and every time. There are so many ways the two of them can show each other how they feel, so many physical expressions of the deep and burning passion he knows she feels just as strongly as he does - he's felt it, because he's lucky enough to have fallen in love with someone who can share the deepest part of herself with him and who can see the same in him as well.

Never is it more clear than the moment he enters her and cries out her name.

Not to say that what follows is in any way inferior. It has the particular mix of urgency and deep contentment that is unique to lovemaking, in his experience; he is at once thoroughly satisfied and desperate to reach the peak of his pleasure, to help Wanda reach hers. He guides her roving hand to his chest and lays his own on her hip as she moves, mouthing encouragement and moving ever so slightly with her, following her lead but contributing nonetheless. And he curls up to taste her breast again, just because he can.

"My love," he murmurs as she moves above him, perfection and beauty all at once. "Oh, my love. Ah!" He'll hold on as long as he can, but it's getting more and more difficult when all he wants is to release his pleasure.

She clings to him in every way she can: with her body, with her mind, and with her powers. This is what it is to be loved by the Scarlet Witch. Tendrils of her power support and caress Vision as he moves and hold him close and Wanda is struggling to keep her eyes open so she can watch him. They've managed to angle their hips just perfectly so that Vision's cock is repeatedly hitting that toe-curlingly good spot deep inside her. Her - their - pleasure is spiking, higher and higher every time their hips meet. It feels so good but she wants even more. They can play later, once this immediate need for connection and release is sated.

"Look at me," she murmurs breathlessly. "I need to see you, my Vision." Intense pleasure often makes Wanda want to curl into him as closely as she can, but this time she wants to watch Vision's own pleasure overtake him. He is so very beautiful in this light - but nothing can ever compare to the beauty of the soul behind those blue eyes. "My husband." A kiss. "My heart." Another kiss, and then in his mind: Let go. I will catch you.

In many ways, he's luckier than he deserves. The one he's fallen in love with has unfettered access to his mind, and what does she use it for? Feeling what gives him pleasure and compounding it with her own. Not one in a hundred would be so generous, he knows.

"Yes," he gasps, meeting her gaze. She's so bright and happy, and he melts to see that expression in her eyes even as his body urges him on harder and harder. His movements become stronger and harder after each kiss, and when she gives him silent permission he whimpers in acknowledgment and thrusts a few more times, fully sheathed in the tight, wet comfort of Wanda's body before he lets go of his control and spills in her with a cry.

Endorphins spread throughout his body as he softens, and he looks gratefully back up at her. "Wanda." Just her name at first, but once his higher brain functions come back to him he leans up to kiss her softly. "Do you need more, my love?"

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."

Wanda is as beautiful as the sunset on the alien planet, as beautiful as the riotous jungle colors and the myriad animal calls that wake them every day and the distant stars above them at night. And more than that--she would be enough novelty for a thousand lifetimes alone, and she gives him enough happiness to want to live that long, as long as it's with her.

He holds her close, as much in response to her wordless cry as it is to his own desire to do so.

"I do want more." His hand finds hers and he twines their fingers together. "Shall we see where that desire leads us?"

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