[How is he so unwittingly charming? Wanda's stomach does a series of pleasant flips and it's fortunate that she can't see his face (those eyes) or she's sure she'd just melt. There's no use in denying it - there's a definite connection between them and in his earnestness Vision has quickly become very dear to her heart.

A soft, pleased sound escapes her as he begins to stroke her hair (really, for someone who hasn't been alive a day he has no right to be this smooth) and Wanda's eyes slide shut. The world shrinks to the warmth surrounding her, the fingers in her hair, and the mingled flesh and metal under her hands. Wanda's not sure how long they stay like this, but it's...wonderful. She feels like she's become heavy in his arms and yet Vision holds her like she weighs nothing.

She might be starting to drift off, but fortunately Vision speaks up before he ends up stuck with a sleeping witch in his arms.]

Mmmmm...yes, yes we should.

[She blinks, raising her head from his (warm) shoulder and loosening the embrace just enough so that one hand rests on his side and the other ever-so-lightly on his chest. She doesn't want to let go any more than he does, even though some shifting is necessary if they're to sleep.]

Lay back and try to get comfortable. I can take the other side of the bed or we can...we can stay like this. If you want to.

[She flushes. Normally she doesn't have problems expressing her desires but Vision is so...so different. Everything is new to him, and while Wanda feels no embarrassment at letting him into her bed or wanting him close, Vision's comfort is her only goal. It has to be his choice.]