[Wanda even does him the courtesy of putting a Black lock on the door so that if someone has noticed she's not in her room and comes looking for either of them, they won't barge in on a naked Vision. With her eyes closed, she can better focus on the smell of the tea...and Vision's own very distinct psychic scent. Wanda inhales deeply and lets them draw her further into the present and away from the nightmare. They're safe now.
(And the only way someone is getting to Vision tonight is if they go through her.)
These are safer thoughts than trying not to think about Vision being very naked mere feet from her, or how soft his skin had been, or the warmth in his eyes, or how nice it had felt to be held against his bare chest. In and out; slow, deep breaths. The herbs smell familiar, but Wanda's too sleepy to pick them out beyond being pretty sure that lavender is involved.
She doesn't even jump when Vision returns and releases the lock on the door as she takes the tea. She pauses for another deep breath.]
It smells nice. [And apparently it passes the taste test, because Wanda manages a true smile after a small sip.] You're so good to me, Vision. Maybe I can help you sleep too.
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(And the only way someone is getting to Vision tonight is if they go through her.)
These are safer thoughts than trying not to think about Vision being very naked mere feet from her, or how soft his skin had been, or the warmth in his eyes, or how nice it had felt to be held against his bare chest. In and out; slow, deep breaths. The herbs smell familiar, but Wanda's too sleepy to pick them out beyond being pretty sure that lavender is involved.
She doesn't even jump when Vision returns and releases the lock on the door as she takes the tea. She pauses for another deep breath.]
It smells nice. [And apparently it passes the taste test, because Wanda manages a true smile after a small sip.] You're so good to me, Vision. Maybe I can help you sleep too.