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"That sounds perfect." He's finished with her hair now, so Wanda carefully gets to her feet and turns to catch Vision in a deep, passionate kiss. Even if she hadn't already taken off her shirt, it would have been a quiet promise of things to come. She rests her forehead against his when they part, gently nuzzles his nose.

"Thank you, Vision. This was wonderful. And you are wonderful." She kisses him again, softer this time. "Let's see if we can make tonight even better."

She'll leave him with that while she goes to put her shirt back on and find her shoes, and along the way she collects the discarded blanket so they'll have something to lay on. It floats behind her so she can hold Vision's hand while they fly to the tower. Wanda hasn't been up here yet and even she has to admit that the view is nice.

But the best view is at her side.

Wanda reaches for him before they've even fully landed, completely heedless of where the blanket falls on the roof. She stays floating on Vision's level as she guides him into a kiss and for a moment it feels like she wouldn't need her powers to fly. He can scoop her out of the air if he wishes, or she'll land on her own after they part and wrap her arms around him. "It is nice up here...but this is my favorite place." With her arms around him, where she belongs.

The Vision keeps hold of Wanda's hand as they fly, guiding her toward the Communications (or so he assumes) Tower. The view is spectacular, although the visibility isn't as good as some places on Naviadna had been and nothing at all like their first flying date on the desert planet scoured by wind and sand. But the jungle, ruined city, bits of old buildings peeking out from the haze, and even the distant sound of animal calls rather than the buzz of civilization are all things new and exciting.

Not as exciting as the woman pressing her lips to his, however. That, he wouldn't trade for anything.

He does scoop her up as they land and kisses her again soundly before helping her drop to her feet and then wrapping his arm around her waist. "A fortunate coincidence, because this is also my favorite place." By her side, now and forever. He runs a hand through her soft, clean hair and smile,s kissing her again on the forehead. "though I fear I haven't been a terribly good husband to you, lately. There's so much to distract me, and you've been sick. A date was an excellent idea."

It'll let him focus solely on her, and he has to admit that it's a singularly refreshing idea.

"Now, where shall we begin? Watching the sunset?"

Wanda giggles as he scoops her up, joyfully kissing him back. Right now it doesn't matter where they are. She has Vision all to herself, with no other commitments hanging over them, and they're both feeling well enough to fully enjoy this. That horrible, constant feeling of impending doom that had bothered her while she was sick had broken with her fever. The massage had taken care of the lingering stiffness and general feelings of ickiness and now Wanda feels light and happy. It's easy to let him feel it, share the way her happiness seems to sparkle when he kisses her forehead.

"In a minute." The way the light's hitting the high points of his face and making the Mind Stone almost gleam is beautiful, like Vision's some demigod of old come down to earth. So what can she do but rise on her tiptoes to kiss him deeply and offer more of her love to soothe the hurts their circumstances have created? He could never be anything less than a good husband to her. It's just not in Vision's nature.

And really, this isn't too terribly different from the early days of their relationship when they'd had to sneak away to the latest planet to have some private time.

Wanda kisses him until her lungs start to protest, and that giddy feeling bubbles up so much that she's laughing when they part. "You are so good to me, Vision. I know this has been hard, but we will get through it." She gives him one last quick kiss before settling back on her heels. She's smiling softly and her heart is practically glowing with warmth. "Come lay down with me, Vizh."

She wiggles her fingers behind his back, levitating the blanket closer and smoothing it out. What good is all that power if she can't cheat a little to let their embrace last a little longer?

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?"

[The first day stuck on the ships is filled with frantic video communication from the Vision, but as soon as he can establish that Wanda is safe and with at least a few people he trusts, his mind is eased. Not entirely--they've been mentally connected at least casually for nearly two years now, excepting when they'd voluntarily been too far apart for it, and that was hard for him to adjust to, much less how Wanda must be feeling--but enough that he kept his messaging to reasonable intervals. Texting, snapshots of the ship he's on (it's the Vanquish, he's pretty sure, having visited it a few times when Natasha was captain and recognizing the checkered floors), a few quick digital sketches that he's able to make after some quick app writing on the communicator, and the like.

As time drags on, though, he sinks into more and more of a funk. Yes, he'd gone weeks without hearing from her back at home, but...that was so long ago that he's no longer accustomed to it. So after a week or so, he sends her a quick text.]

Are you free to talk?

[Wanda had been frantic when she'd suddenly found herself in a strange new place, completely psychically cut off from Vision and everyone else outside the ship. It's a different kind of isolation than anything she's known before, and between the mental silence and the sterile surroundings and their confinement, Wanda's been really struggling. She'd ended up dragging her bedding into the cargo hold after her nightmares had melded with Tommy's to try to stop that from happening again, but she's still not sleeping well. She's uncomfortable. She misses her husband and her freedom.

But she doesn't want him to worry and so she tries not to be too needy. Still, of course she'd switch to video - Wanda would never pass up an opportunity to see and hear him.]

I'm here, Vizh.

[Still in the cargo hold, trying and failing at napping. It's easier for her to sleep on off hours when the rest of the crew is awake.]

Are you all right?

[He clicks on the video as well, and he visibly relaxes as soon as he hears Wanda's voice.]

As much as I have been, yes. It's--nothing terribly important. But I miss you.

[Yes, he has his other concerns, like the lack of anything to do on these basic versions of the ships, but it's the lack of feeling Wanda's gentle touch on his mind that's bothering him most.]

I miss you too. [She wishes she could just reach out and touch him, but it's no small relief to just be able to hear his voice.]

I keep trying to reach you, or anyone else, but all I do is give myself a headache. I don't know what else to do.

[Aside from fixing the occasional glitch in the ship's network, she's found herself with way too much time on her hands and nothing productive to do with all that nervous energy.]

[He smiles, though she can probably see the tiredness in his eyes.]

Don't give yourself a headache on my account, my dear. The moment we're free, you'll know, because I will be there as quickly as I can. [Also Tommy will zip on out into the sunset. But, you know. Priorities.]

At the very least, we could plan what to do once we have our freedom? I'd thought we could raid the, er, Space Ikea, and see if we can find shelving to install. You remember the hanging gardens I had on our old ship?

[She does, and it both makes her heart ache and sparks that slow-burning fury she's felt since waking up here.]

Of course. It was one of my favorite places on the ship.

[And the first place he'd showed her once they'd chosen their rooms. At the time she'd been so glad he'd found a hobby for himself and that it was actually something she could help him with - everything she suddenly knew about the Atroma's technology had felt so far removed from her actual knowledge that it was just weird. But she could learn to help him care for the plants and the fish and find some peace in being surrounded by life even in the depths of space]

It would be nice to have a garden again and fresh food. And I'm sure the fish would like having their tank back.

Vertical space is underutilized in these ships, at least in the cargo bays. Why not recreate something that worked well before? They'll necessarily be different plants, but it will give us something to do that has a material benefit.

[The frustration in his voice is evident. It's rough being stuck here with not even Engineering tasks to keep him occupied. There are no books to read, no games to play unless he makes them up out of whole cloth--it's not worth the hot showers (that only work for ten minutes anyway).]

It is good to have them in their lantern-bulbs, but they would do better in a full-sized tank. But I think we should see if there's a way to transfer together before building anything that might be difficult to move.

[Vision can't even retreat into sleep the way Wanda's tried. The showers are nice but it's not worth the separation or the confinement. Even Thistle is getting restless.]

It doesn't matter if there's a way. I am not going to let them keep us separated, or Sansa and Tyrion, or anyone else. [And there's his witch - her inner fire might have been dimmed but it hasn't gone out.] I am going to make them understand that this hurts.

[But just like that, it's gone.]

And...I want to go back to the Twin Roses, if you do too. It was home for so long...

Oh, Wanda. [He smiles fondly at the communicator and touches the side of it with his hand, as if cupping her face from a distance. It's not fair to any of them to have no say in their divisions like this, and as much as it's good to get to know some of the others in his cohort? Of course he'd rather spend time with his wife. Or at the very least be able to let her sense he's okay.]

Of course I would like to go back to the Twin Roses, even if it's only a shadow of the ship we were in before. We can let Vash be the captain again, hm?

Though it's odd. That ship was never in this basic shape. Like the Starduck, it was combined from two different ships long after we'd paid for many of the upgrades.

[Wanda reciprocates, wishing desperately that she could actually touch him, or at least send a psychic caress. She's sure he must be as worried about her as she is about him.]

I looked for our room but it was just...gone. Along with everything else.

[She huffs - it was easy to imagine the Agrii running off with their garden and their games and even the doughnut machine but that's probably not the reality.] Maybe we are thinking of this wrong. Maybe something happened to the ship after we left. I wonder...do you think this planet might have sung once?

[He thinks about it.] I've seen poisoned singing planets and weak singing planets, but neither of them feels like this. You would know better than I would--it doesn't give you the same magic boost as a singing planet would, does it? Or--can you feel anything from the world itself?

[And he shakes his head.] To me it feels different. And this is such a minor thing, but all the singing planets had a day and night cycle similar to Earth's. A longer cycle isn't new, precisely, but it speaks of either a naturally-occurring rotation or a terraformation from a different source.

[The Vision rubs the side of his head, already starting to get a headache.] But even if something had happened to the Marsiva and it landed here, there should be other signs. Similar technology, or hosts, or augments. The data points are entirely dissimilar.

I feel nothing. But I couldn't feel Marsiva until we were close to her...until I was completely at peace. [Her cheeks flush a little - they might not have discovered anything at all unless they'd decided to be a little, ahem, adventurous.]

It just feels like there are too many coincidences, too many links to the Fleet. [She sighs.] I hope I'm wrong. I don't know what could make a singing planet go silent, but it must be something terrible.

[Maybe they shouldn't talk about this now. Neither of them are at their best and Wanda's been stewing in some not-so-great emotions.]

Maybe we will find more when we get a chance to see more of the city. There could be something familiar in the 'IKEA.'

[They'd visited several commercial hubs with the Fleet. Maybe they'll see some similar design choices - it would be nice to know if they're even in the same reality anymore.]

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."

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