[She's so close. It's so good and she's so close and this is exactly the kind of intimacy she needed--
--and then Vision's fingers slide out of her and she's left whimpering at the loss. There's a terrible moment when she's left wondering if it was something she did, but no, Vision's still encouraging her to lay next next to him despite the sudden withdrawal. Wanda curls into him easily, desperate not to let go, winding around him like a vine and clinging to him like her life depends on it. Everything's just...so much. His emotions, her emotions, the physical sensations his touch evokes in her...Wanda can feel tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes and curls closer until her face is buried in his chest.]
Vision...
[She doesn't want to try to explain the contradictory nature of happy tears. It's easier to just try to be for a moment, to try to force the throbbing in her core to subside and her breath and heart rate to return to normal. She drifts there, somewhere between satisfied and not, before she's able to emerge with a nuzzle and a soft kiss over his heart before meeting his lips.
All she feels is love, and there's not a trace of disappointment at being left unsatisfied. On the contrary, she just feels extra sensitive and soft and his.
She murmurs a common endearment in Sokovian - 'my heart' - and kisses him deeply.]
no subject
--and then Vision's fingers slide out of her and she's left whimpering at the loss. There's a terrible moment when she's left wondering if it was something she did, but no, Vision's still encouraging her to lay next next to him despite the sudden withdrawal. Wanda curls into him easily, desperate not to let go, winding around him like a vine and clinging to him like her life depends on it. Everything's just...so much. His emotions, her emotions, the physical sensations his touch evokes in her...Wanda can feel tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes and curls closer until her face is buried in his chest.]
Vision...
[She doesn't want to try to explain the contradictory nature of happy tears. It's easier to just try to be for a moment, to try to force the throbbing in her core to subside and her breath and heart rate to return to normal. She drifts there, somewhere between satisfied and not, before she's able to emerge with a nuzzle and a soft kiss over his heart before meeting his lips.
All she feels is love, and there's not a trace of disappointment at being left unsatisfied. On the contrary, she just feels extra sensitive and soft and his.
She murmurs a common endearment in Sokovian - 'my heart' - and kisses him deeply.]
I will always be yours, love.