[Oh, he isn't going to pass up a gift so freely offered. The Vision strokes along Wanda's neck with the back of two fingers, lightly enough to be free of pressure but to still feel her heightened pulse.]
This is very good.
[And how not? They're in full contact with one another and she's given him a deliberate sign of her trust. And yet, somewhat to his chagrin, he still wants more.
He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, as he realizes what being even "closer" than this entails. What it is he wants.
Still feather-light, he kisses her on the cheek and murmurs into her ear, voice unsteady.]
I love you very much, Wanda Maximoff. I'd like to show you. May I?
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This is very good.
[And how not? They're in full contact with one another and she's given him a deliberate sign of her trust. And yet, somewhat to his chagrin, he still wants more.
He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, as he realizes what being even "closer" than this entails. What it is he wants.
Still feather-light, he kisses her on the cheek and murmurs into her ear, voice unsteady.]
I love you very much, Wanda Maximoff. I'd like to show you. May I?