[More ready for it this time, the Vision settles into a place where he can still feel Wanda's shared emotions but doesn't become lost in them; he's still anchored in himself, and he marvels at the depth of sensation he can evoke in her. He is doing this to her, and he can't help but be proud about it, a shining thread intertwined with the love and desire he knows she feels.
And there's that building pressure again. Now that he knows it's okay, he catches hold of it and cultivates it, helps it grow stronger and stronger until he's thrusting hard and deep and rubbing her all at once until she reaches that crest and--
Oh.
Oh.
He doesn't even notice that he's cried out her name and buried his face against her side, or that his fingers linger inside her so she doesn't have that sense of empty shock as before. If they'd been so close to that before, it was no wonder she'd asked him why he'd stopped.
When he comes back to himself, he finds he's holding her tightly in a cuddling position once again.] I love you, Wanda. I want you to know that.
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And there's that building pressure again. Now that he knows it's okay, he catches hold of it and cultivates it, helps it grow stronger and stronger until he's thrusting hard and deep and rubbing her all at once until she reaches that crest and--
Oh.
Oh.
He doesn't even notice that he's cried out her name and buried his face against her side, or that his fingers linger inside her so she doesn't have that sense of empty shock as before. If they'd been so close to that before, it was no wonder she'd asked him why he'd stopped.
When he comes back to himself, he finds he's holding her tightly in a cuddling position once again.] I love you, Wanda. I want you to know that.