[She smiles against his skin, feeling an undeniable sense of pride at knowing such a simple act had brought him pleasure he couldn't hide. She doesn't know why he's like this either, but it doesn't matter. It's part of him, it's not causing him any harm, and she loves Vision exactly the way he is.
They share one last tender kiss before Vision rises and Wanda rolls on her back with a groan before following suit. She could easily stay here the rest of the morning, but for now they can't be caught like this. Maybe one day...
She returns to her room without incident, and if anyone noticed, no one says anything. Wanda finds herself even more inclined to find reasons to stop by his office in the coming days and she spends the day of the play fighting anxious flutters in her stomach. There's still nothing particularly unusual about the Steward accompanying his Queen to a play, particularly with her Master of the Guard and court's Black Widow also in attendance. There's also nothing unusual about her choice of dress. It is nearly backless, but it's a style favored among the Blood. She may have chosen it for the off chance that there might be occasion for Vision to put his hand on her back. But it's unlikely that anyone but Natasha would automatically realize that.
Her hair is half-up, pinned in place with several sparkling star-shaped clips, and she keeps nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt as she waits in the parlor for the others to finish getting ready. Predictably, Vision's the first...although Wanda's pretty sure Natasha may have just contrived some excuse to hold Steve up. Nothing gets past her notice, and certainly not their budding romance.]
Vizh! [She can feel her cheeks heating up like she's any other girl in love.] You look good.
[She wants so badly to kiss him, but she's not sure they have time so instead she scoots over on the couch.]
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They share one last tender kiss before Vision rises and Wanda rolls on her back with a groan before following suit. She could easily stay here the rest of the morning, but for now they can't be caught like this. Maybe one day...
She returns to her room without incident, and if anyone noticed, no one says anything. Wanda finds herself even more inclined to find reasons to stop by his office in the coming days and she spends the day of the play fighting anxious flutters in her stomach. There's still nothing particularly unusual about the Steward accompanying his Queen to a play, particularly with her Master of the Guard and court's Black Widow also in attendance. There's also nothing unusual about her choice of dress. It is nearly backless, but it's a style favored among the Blood. She may have chosen it for the off chance that there might be occasion for Vision to put his hand on her back. But it's unlikely that anyone but Natasha would automatically realize that.
Her hair is half-up, pinned in place with several sparkling star-shaped clips, and she keeps nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt as she waits in the parlor for the others to finish getting ready. Predictably, Vision's the first...although Wanda's pretty sure Natasha may have just contrived some excuse to hold Steve up. Nothing gets past her notice, and certainly not their budding romance.]
Vizh! [She can feel her cheeks heating up like she's any other girl in love.] You look good.
[She wants so badly to kiss him, but she's not sure they have time so instead she scoots over on the couch.]
Are you excited?