[Oh. That look in her eyes is electrifying, and her hair falling over him adds to the intimacy of being up here in the loft. He's eager for more, though from his fumbling attempts it becomes readily apparent that Vision lacks the usual instincts for this. A few attempts to match her lead result in laughing at himself, but then he starts to get it, right as he remembers he ought to do something useful with his hands and slides one against the back of her head to cup it, letting the other wander down Wanda's back and press her closer to him. After one kiss that seems to prompt more seriousness than laughter, he smiles, eyes never leaving hers.]
Is that a little better?
[It feels right too have her up so close, pressed against him like this. Is it her magic testing itself against him and finding him a good fit? Or is it something even stronger, a thread of Destiny weaving them together? He knows it's not right that Wanda should be lonely here, but with the way she's looking at him, the kindness she's shown and the desire slowly growing in him it occurs to him that he isn't meant to be alone, either.
He could fall into her and never find his way out again, and he'd be happy.]
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Is that a little better?
[It feels right too have her up so close, pressed against him like this. Is it her magic testing itself against him and finding him a good fit? Or is it something even stronger, a thread of Destiny weaving them together? He knows it's not right that Wanda should be lonely here, but with the way she's looking at him, the kindness she's shown and the desire slowly growing in him it occurs to him that he isn't meant to be alone, either.
He could fall into her and never find his way out again, and he'd be happy.]