[She clings to him, a kind of desperation evident in the clutch of her fingers. It's something soul-deep, a need to just hold him and be Wanda Maximoff again for a while. So many vital parts that make her who she is only get to fully come awake again on a mission or when he's with her. The rest of her days are just there, existence and survival but not living, not like now.
'My dearest' earns him another quick kiss - he really does know her weaknesses all too well.]
Let's start in bed? We can decide if we want food later.
[She probably will, as usual. The hotels usually have a lot better food than what she's become used to and she's probably not eating enough as it is. She still hasn't regained the weight the Raft stole from her.]
I just...I need to hold you for a while.
[Need, not want. This is deeper than simple desire.]
[That gets a gentle stroke to her back and a soft noise of assent as he returns the embrace just as tightly. There's something wound very tight inside him that seems to relax a little at a time as long as he's with Wanda, and sometimes just focusing entirely on her for a while is the best way to do that.]
I certainly don't object to the idea. [But he needs at least one more quick kiss before he's willing to loosen his grip on her. He keeps her hand tightly gripped in his for the short walk over, though, and when they get there he falls onto his back so he can tug Wanda on top of him. Yes, he should probably wait a minute or two to let her take her boots off (at least), but in the initial rush to sate that desire for physical contact this will certainly suffice.]
[Wanda follows with a grin that breaks into laughter when he pulls her on top of him. No, it wasn't what she had in mind, but how can she argue with the view? For a blissful moment, everything falls away and she's just Wanda Maximoff laughing with her (perfect, adorable) boyfriend.
She doesn't actually have powers of foresight, but it also seems like her choice of a back-zippered dress might have been a fortunate one.]
This [kiss] is [kiss] perfect. [The next kiss is still playful, but she lingers, letting it fade into something softer while her fingers trace nonsense patterns on his chest.]
[His soft smile turns into a smirk as his hands, running over her back, locate the zipper. Good to know for a little later, though for the moment they're still settling into position on the unfamiliar bed and he's busy relearning the contours of her body through her clothing.
The soft kiss is followed by another, and then another and another, all the while with Wanda's delightfully curvy body pressing down on his own. He sighs happily and meets her eyes with a questioning look, one hand tugging lightly at the zipper.]
Are you feeling a bit better now? Or do you require more?
[Well, there's only one thing she can say to that:]
I love you, Vizh.
[The world shrinks quite comfortably to just the two of them and Wanda allows herself to get lost in Vision's kisses. She just needs to feel him for a little while until this urgent need to be ever-closer to him subsides.
And she does feel much safer. The firm warmth of his body beneath her, the oddly arousing yet soothing touch of his hands, and the love she can feel through their bond all combine to help Wanda melt even further into him. She still needs the contact, but the desperation soon eases into a languid softness.]
Yes, [she murmurs, kissing him again.] But I want to stay like this a little longer, if that's all right?
[So he holds off on pulling the zipper down, instead stroking her back with long, languid movements and punctuating them with the occasional kiss. This is what makes all the effort of meeting with her worthwhile - the sneaking around, disabling his locator, getting in touch with Wanda to arrange the meetings or just to exchange snippets of their lives - it leads to holding her in his arms and letting the tension and stress of the world float away.
One particularly long kiss leaves him moaning and gets a lazy grin once it ends.]
You're very good at knowing what I want, which is impressive because I do not even know what I want, it seems.
[When Vision had first found her, she'd been terrified. Not of him, never of him, but of who might have been waiting behind him.
But it had only been him. Vision, not the Vision of the Avengers. She'd let him coax her slowly back to herself, or as close to the person she was as she can get under these circumstances, and eventually they'd fallen into each other's arms.
And now this is the only place she really feels at home.]
And you bring me back to myself when I don't know how to ask.
[Her fingers trace tenderly over his cheek as she smiles warmly down at him. Oh, her sweet, precious love...]
We can explore it together, if you want to. I think we can figure it out.
[This wouldn't be the first time - in what feels like a lifetime ago, Wanda used to twine their thoughts together when Vision was experiencing an unfamiliar emotion, and together they would untangle it.]
[That gets another kiss, because it really is difficult to put into words how much he loves to see her comfortable in her own skin. He doesn't mind if she reads his thoughts (he encourages it, most of the time), because he has nothing he needs to hide from her; he's not afraid of her energy manipulation abilities because it would take a very specific application of that power to hurt him, and he trusts her not to. So of course he wants to see her grounded in herself. She's even more beautiful that way.]
I'd like that.
[He closes his eyes and takes her hand to show he's ready. Inside, it's a swirl of strong emotions - relief to see her safe, a fierce joy that he gets to spend time with her again, reinforced by their close physical contact, regret that it can't be for longer but accepting that this is far, far better than nothing at all. And under it is a yearning for more--more closeness physically, more smiles from Wanda, the desire to make her forget about everything but him so she can be free of all concern, even if it's only for a short time.
It's a mess indeed. Hopefully she can make some sense of it.]
[She always looks forward to linking their thoughts...but first, one more gentle kiss.
Wanda continues stroking his cheek as a kind of physical reassurance as she starts sorting through the layers of his emotions. There's a lot to unpack here, but most of it is familiar, shared feelings. Nothing that simply savoring their time together won't satisfy. But underneath his surface emotions...ah. There's a place to start.]
Hmmmm. I think we are maybe a little overdressed.
[Her tone skews further towards tender than playful - Vision trusts her so much to just let her into his mind that it still makes her stomach do interesting flips. She's often wished over the past several months that she could regard her own powers with even half the level of acceptance that he does, that it wouldn't feel so much like she's been cursed.
But being able to feel his love this intimately...surely her powers can't be entirely awful.]
[Eyes still closed, he leans into her hand and considers. His "clothing" is, under almost every circumstance, just his shifted skin anyway, but there is a certain vulnerability to being in his original state. Natural state? What is natural for him, anyway? It's thrilling and a bit nerve-wracking at the same time, even with Wanda, even though he knows she doesn't mind and maybe even likes it.
And he doesn't even have to think twice about whether he'd like more skin from her, because that is always a resounding yes. He opens his eyes and speaks in a soft tone.]
['Doesn't mind' would be a...mild way to put it. She loves every way Vision shifts his skin, but lying against his original form is an intimacy she cherishes.]
I hoped you would. And I think I would have a little trouble on my own.
[Fussing with her zipper is not an acceptable use of her powers anymore and while she did manage to get it on, it would be so much nicer to let him take care of it.
She kisses his cheek softly before shifting so she's standing with her back to him, hair swept to the side to fully expose the zipper.]
[He presses a kiss to the back of her head and starts working the zipper down, kissing here and there along her shoulders after he slides the fabric off, down the line of her spine, and then as it piles to the floor he can't help shifting his own skin back to "naked" to match hers.]
You are so beautiful.
[He says it under his breath, almost more to himself than to her. The Vision guides Wanda around so he can kiss her mouth again, pulling her close for that delicious skin-on-skin contact.]
[Wanda's eyes slide shut, pleasurable shivers running down her spine in the wake of Vision's lips. This dress may have been a little tricky to get on, but it was definitely the right choice. She has the presence of mind to shuffle out of her shoes before he guides her back around to face him. Wanda immediately wraps her arms around Vision's back and lets him pull her flush against him as they kiss. Much better.]
I thought it might be.
[She smiles tenderly, leans up to kiss him again, and rests her head on Vision's shoulder to very deliberately offer her neck. She's in a relatively good emotional place right now, so why not take advantage of that while they can?]
[Oh, he isn't going to pass up a gift so freely offered. The Vision strokes along Wanda's neck with the back of two fingers, lightly enough to be free of pressure but to still feel her heightened pulse.]
This is very good.
[And how not? They're in full contact with one another and she's given him a deliberate sign of her trust. And yet, somewhat to his chagrin, he still wants more.
He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, as he realizes what being even "closer" than this entails. What it is he wants.
Still feather-light, he kisses her on the cheek and murmurs into her ear, voice unsteady.]
I love you very much, Wanda Maximoff. I'd like to show you. May I?
[She shivers and makes a soft sound. It's not something she can tolerate every day, but when she can even the slightest touch feels amazing.]
Vizh...
[She sighs and lets herself relax further into the embrace. Wanda can feel his mind working and the exact second he comes to a conclusion that brings heat to her cheeks. Oh. Ohhhhhh. She hadn't been sure if these were desires that he would share, so even when she'd first felt emotionally ready to make love to him last month, she hadn't said anything. Pleasure is a poor reason to risk making her lover uncomfortable, and Wanda would rather crawl over broken glass than do something that might make Vision feel lesser.
But if this is something he really does want (and it feels like it is)...she just needs to be sure.
Very tenderly Wanda reaches up to cup his cheek.]
I love you too, Vision. And I...I want you, I want this. But only if this is what you want. I don't need sex to be happy, just you. [It's awkward to say, but eventually she's able to hold his gaze steadily.] Are you sure, love?
[A large part of the issue - most of it, probably - is that the Vision doesn't know what he wants, doesn't have the context to put his emotions and desires into words or actions. That isn't to say he hasn't thought about sex as an option (he has, a great deal), but it's much harder for him to tell if it's something he really does want when she's far away. Not to mention the mechanics of how it would even work, with him as he is--but a little very, very basic research had led him to a truth it seemed many men were too embarrassed to admit: a penis is not necessary for a woman's pleasure.
(Though there might be a way around that, too.)
He lets go of a breath he'd been holding when Wanda says I want this, because he would rather walk through an industrial meat grinder and be reduced to his component parts before doing anything Wanda isn't comfortable with.]
I'm sure, my dearest. Though I'll certainly need your guidance in some areas.
[He kisses her again, feeling a different thrill this time and moving a hand to cup one of her breasts. They're going to need to lay back down, obviously, but there's still an important question to be asked.]
[Wanda kisses him back passionately, moaning as he cups her breast. Neither of them have practical experience but it's going to be fine. She trusts Vision completely and knows he'll take care of her as well as she'll take care of him.
(Although she wishes there was more she could do for him...it's going to take a little creativity to find ways to reciprocate.)]
I think I'm still wearing a little too much. Will you take the rest of this off?
[She's still in her black lace bra and matching black underwear. It was clearly worn to be seen since she's been sleeping in nothing but her underwear beside him for several months now - she may have been caught off guard the first time in a cute but very unsexy print and that is not happening again.]
And then... [UM. She's certainly thought about the possibilities late at night in their time apart, but theoretical knowledge only goes so far.] Is the bed all right?
It would be my pleasure, on both counts. [And there's a flash of relief from him; he figures the bed will be easiest for the first time. They can explore other options once they're comfortable with the basics.
He kisses Wanda again, deeper this time, and reaches around her to unclasp her bra. It takes him a moment, more because clothing is still strange to him than by the usual confusion about the hooks. Once it's loose he helps her slip it off entirely and his expression lights up in delight at her bare breasts. A happy sigh escapes him as he begins to explore them thoroughly with his hands, caressing the silky skin and paying particular attention to the rough nubs of her nipples.
He may be somewhat distracted from progressing at the moment, but now that he has an end goal, he's in no rush to get there. They have all night.
Continuing to work one breast with his hand, he leans down so he can flick at the other nipple with his tongue, see if she's sensitive to hot breath there, and finish up with a soft kiss.]
Oh, Wanda. [Nothing more than that, just yet. Just her name.]
[Her body responds to him as easily as it always does. Wanda sighs in pleasure as her nipples stiffen at his touch and she can't help but arch up for more. Sometimes it's really the simple pleasures...
She dissolves even further into soft moans as his mouth descends on one of her nipples - yes, she's very sensitive there to the warmth of his tongue and breath. It sends pleasure coursing through her body to pool in her lower belly and Wanda can feel herself starting to grow wet just from this and the anticipation of what's to come.]
Vision...
[She breathes his name before surging forward to kiss him with a quiet intensity and she ever-so-carefully catches his bottom lip in her teeth as they part.
For not having done this before, he's doing an excellent job.]
[When it comes to trying to figure out what Wanda likes, he does have the unfair advantage of getting instant feedback over the psychic link - as if the lovely noises she's making aren't enough. And that little lip bite just confirms she's as hungry for this as he is.
He catches his breath and meets her gaze, slowly smiling as he takes in her expression and the rush of blood to her cheeks. Then it's only fair if her other breast gets the same attention, isn't it? So he mirrors his move from earlier, strokes and light touches and mouth and all, having decided that this is indeed something he enjoys doing to her, and further concluding that it's good they're not going to stop here because he's starting to get very worked up.
Half-reluctantly, he lets go of her breast with another kiss and returns to kiss her mouth once more, keeping his eyes on hers with half a question in his gaze; his hand slides down her side until it's touching the fabric of her panties. Yes, she's already given him explicit permission, but this is still new territory, and if she develops any doubts he'd far rather wait than cause her any kind of discomfort.
Seeing none, his smile grows wider and his hand moves around to the front of the cloth and he traces a finger down the outside, already feeling a dampness through the fabric.] Time for these to come off as well?
[Wanda grows a little more vocal this time, whispering his name in soft breaths as Vision drives her pleasure ever higher. There's no reason to hold back and so she doesn't. She wants him to know, on every level, how good he's making her feel. Every lick, every kiss makes the wetness between her thighs grow.]
Vision, ahh--! Please...
[Given time he could likely bring her to orgasm from this alone and Wanda whines when he draws back. She clings to him as they kiss, a resounding yes singing though the link.
Her breath stops on a shuddering inhale as his fingers ghost over her.]
[Wanda's breasts are on the fast track to becoming some of the Vision's very favorite things, and he will most definitely be paying more attention to them in the near future. Right now, though, he has something even more pressing to work on.
He slides her panties down just far enough to give him room to work and groans as he starts to explore her with one hand, keeping the other anchored on her hip. His fingers slip through and around her folds, finding them delightfully wet, and--ah, is that the clit? He rubs at it a few times to make sure, breathing heavily all the while, and then moves his forefinger down lower to slip it inside her slowly. He repeats the motion twice more and then seems to catch his breath.]
All right. Bed.
[Yeah, he's usually not this terse, but it's time to get those panties the rest of the way off and then climb onto the bed so they can finish this out properly.]
[The pleasure in their bond turns electric and Wanda's hips involuntarily rock forward every time his fingers brush her clit. She cries out, burying her face in his chest and clinging for dear life as Vision's fingers explore her. She's done this herself, of course, but there's no comparison to his touch. Everything feels so much more sensitive.
She dissolves so easily into wordless cries, overcome by the sudden pleasure, so she can hardly blame him for becoming a little terse. Wanda nods, draws a shaky breath, and tries to compose herself while she steps out of her panties.
She shifts to lay back against the pillows, still flushed and out of breath with her legs spread for him. It should feel wanton. Wanda can only imagine how needy she must look. But with Vision everything just feels right, like this is just the natural order of things.]
Come here, Vizh.
[There's still a distinct thread of nervousness in her emotions, but love is by far the strongest. Wanda reaches out for him, and if she can, she'll steal another kiss before they continue.]
[Caught up in the moment, nearly overwhelmed by the strength of Wanda's feelings over the bond, the Vision follows her to the bed and kisses her greedily. Between sensing her pleasure and the feelings her cries evoke in him, it's starting to toe the line of being too much for him to handle. It's not overwhelming, not yet, but it will be if he doesn't pace himself.
(How much worse would it be if he were getting a physical response out of this as well? No, better to start this way and build up to that later, lest he short-circuit himself somehow. He's not actually sure if that would happen or not, but it's a concern in the back of his mind.)
Once he releases the kiss, his hands make their way back down her body, pausing here and there for a caress as he settles himself between her legs. There's a thread of nervousness (how not? This is completely outside his realm of experience), but also a firm resolution. He wants this, and he can feel that she wants it, too.]
I feel I ought to mention that my experience in this area has been entirely theoretical, up until now. [A smile tugs at his lips, because of course she knows that. She's seen every corner of his mind. And his tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of need beneath it, and his eyes and heart shine with an overpowering love for her.
So with his disclaimer stated, he begins once more to explore her with his hands; it is easier when he can see what he's doing, and he rubs at her clit gently for a few moments first. Ever so careful not to go too fast, he slips one finger into her and thrusts a few times, then adds another and tries to find a steady rhythm. He's breathing hard now, and starting to let out soft cries in tandem with hers - Wanda's feelings spill over into his own and it feels so good, and it's the best kind of feedback he could ask for, telling him right when it's not enough and when he needs to shift just slightly and when she needs him to thrust harder, and it's all flowing back and forth between their minds so he's no longer sure where he ends and she begins, or if there even is such a thing anymore.]
[She kisses him with hungry desperation, the inherent vulnerability of her current position only increasing her desire. She wants this, to be at his mercy, to come undone under his surprisingly talented hands.]
Vision...love...need you...
[She moans and arches as his hands slide down her body, shifting with him so he can settle comfortably between her legs.]
It's all right, Vizh. I want you to be my first.
[And with that she dissolves under his touch. They move together, crying out for each other, Vision unmaking her until they are one. Wanda's so wet that his fingers slide easily inside her and her hips follow the rhythm of his thrusts even if he falters. Words are superfluous. He follows her wishes without her needing to voice them and she moves with him to guide his fingers to that sweet spot inside her that her makes her cries turn sharper.
Moans, cries, pleas, and Vision's name all fall freely from her lips as pleasure flows between them. One of Wanda's hands finds its way to his hip, clinging to him in a vain attempt not to be utterly swept away by sensation. It's good beyond her wildest imaginings: she is his, he is hers, and they are one.
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'My dearest' earns him another quick kiss - he really does know her weaknesses all too well.]
Let's start in bed? We can decide if we want food later.
[She probably will, as usual. The hotels usually have a lot better food than what she's become used to and she's probably not eating enough as it is. She still hasn't regained the weight the Raft stole from her.]
I just...I need to hold you for a while.
[Need, not want. This is deeper than simple desire.]
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I certainly don't object to the idea. [But he needs at least one more quick kiss before he's willing to loosen his grip on her. He keeps her hand tightly gripped in his for the short walk over, though, and when they get there he falls onto his back so he can tug Wanda on top of him. Yes, he should probably wait a minute or two to let her take her boots off (at least), but in the initial rush to sate that desire for physical contact this will certainly suffice.]
Does this count? Or am I holding you, this way?
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She doesn't actually have powers of foresight, but it also seems like her choice of a back-zippered dress might have been a fortunate one.]
This [kiss] is [kiss] perfect. [The next kiss is still playful, but she lingers, letting it fade into something softer while her fingers trace nonsense patterns on his chest.]
You always know how to cheer me up.
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[His soft smile turns into a smirk as his hands, running over her back, locate the zipper. Good to know for a little later, though for the moment they're still settling into position on the unfamiliar bed and he's busy relearning the contours of her body through her clothing.
The soft kiss is followed by another, and then another and another, all the while with Wanda's delightfully curvy body pressing down on his own. He sighs happily and meets her eyes with a questioning look, one hand tugging lightly at the zipper.]
Are you feeling a bit better now? Or do you require more?
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I love you, Vizh.
[The world shrinks quite comfortably to just the two of them and Wanda allows herself to get lost in Vision's kisses. She just needs to feel him for a little while until this urgent need to be ever-closer to him subsides.
And she does feel much safer. The firm warmth of his body beneath her, the oddly arousing yet soothing touch of his hands, and the love she can feel through their bond all combine to help Wanda melt even further into him. She still needs the contact, but the desperation soon eases into a languid softness.]
Yes, [she murmurs, kissing him again.] But I want to stay like this a little longer, if that's all right?
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[So he holds off on pulling the zipper down, instead stroking her back with long, languid movements and punctuating them with the occasional kiss. This is what makes all the effort of meeting with her worthwhile - the sneaking around, disabling his locator, getting in touch with Wanda to arrange the meetings or just to exchange snippets of their lives - it leads to holding her in his arms and letting the tension and stress of the world float away.
One particularly long kiss leaves him moaning and gets a lazy grin once it ends.]
You're very good at knowing what I want, which is impressive because I do not even know what I want, it seems.
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But it had only been him. Vision, not the Vision of the Avengers. She'd let him coax her slowly back to herself, or as close to the person she was as she can get under these circumstances, and eventually they'd fallen into each other's arms.
And now this is the only place she really feels at home.]
And you bring me back to myself when I don't know how to ask.
[Her fingers trace tenderly over his cheek as she smiles warmly down at him. Oh, her sweet, precious love...]
We can explore it together, if you want to. I think we can figure it out.
[This wouldn't be the first time - in what feels like a lifetime ago, Wanda used to twine their thoughts together when Vision was experiencing an unfamiliar emotion, and together they would untangle it.]
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I'd like that.
[He closes his eyes and takes her hand to show he's ready. Inside, it's a swirl of strong emotions - relief to see her safe, a fierce joy that he gets to spend time with her again, reinforced by their close physical contact, regret that it can't be for longer but accepting that this is far, far better than nothing at all. And under it is a yearning for more--more closeness physically, more smiles from Wanda, the desire to make her forget about everything but him so she can be free of all concern, even if it's only for a short time.
It's a mess indeed. Hopefully she can make some sense of it.]
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Wanda continues stroking his cheek as a kind of physical reassurance as she starts sorting through the layers of his emotions. There's a lot to unpack here, but most of it is familiar, shared feelings. Nothing that simply savoring their time together won't satisfy. But underneath his surface emotions...ah. There's a place to start.]
Hmmmm. I think we are maybe a little overdressed.
[Her tone skews further towards tender than playful - Vision trusts her so much to just let her into his mind that it still makes her stomach do interesting flips. She's often wished over the past several months that she could regard her own powers with even half the level of acceptance that he does, that it wouldn't feel so much like she's been cursed.
But being able to feel his love this intimately...surely her powers can't be entirely awful.]
Would you like that? Just my skin on yours?
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And he doesn't even have to think twice about whether he'd like more skin from her, because that is always a resounding yes. He opens his eyes and speaks in a soft tone.]
I would. May I, er, undress you?
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I hoped you would. And I think I would have a little trouble on my own.
[Fussing with her zipper is not an acceptable use of her powers anymore and while she did manage to get it on, it would be so much nicer to let him take care of it.
She kisses his cheek softly before shifting so she's standing with her back to him, hair swept to the side to fully expose the zipper.]
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You are so beautiful.
[He says it under his breath, almost more to himself than to her. The Vision guides Wanda around so he can kiss her mouth again, pulling her close for that delicious skin-on-skin contact.]
Hmm. You're right. This is better already.
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I thought it might be.
[She smiles tenderly, leans up to kiss him again, and rests her head on Vision's shoulder to very deliberately offer her neck. She's in a relatively good emotional place right now, so why not take advantage of that while they can?]
Is this enough? Or do you want to be closer?
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This is very good.
[And how not? They're in full contact with one another and she's given him a deliberate sign of her trust. And yet, somewhat to his chagrin, he still wants more.
He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, as he realizes what being even "closer" than this entails. What it is he wants.
Still feather-light, he kisses her on the cheek and murmurs into her ear, voice unsteady.]
I love you very much, Wanda Maximoff. I'd like to show you. May I?
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Vizh...
[She sighs and lets herself relax further into the embrace. Wanda can feel his mind working and the exact second he comes to a conclusion that brings heat to her cheeks. Oh. Ohhhhhh. She hadn't been sure if these were desires that he would share, so even when she'd first felt emotionally ready to make love to him last month, she hadn't said anything. Pleasure is a poor reason to risk making her lover uncomfortable, and Wanda would rather crawl over broken glass than do something that might make Vision feel lesser.
But if this is something he really does want (and it feels like it is)...she just needs to be sure.
Very tenderly Wanda reaches up to cup his cheek.]
I love you too, Vision. And I...I want you, I want this. But only if this is what you want. I don't need sex to be happy, just you. [It's awkward to say, but eventually she's able to hold his gaze steadily.] Are you sure, love?
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(Though there might be a way around that, too.)
He lets go of a breath he'd been holding when Wanda says I want this, because he would rather walk through an industrial meat grinder and be reduced to his component parts before doing anything Wanda isn't comfortable with.]
I'm sure, my dearest. Though I'll certainly need your guidance in some areas.
[He kisses her again, feeling a different thrill this time and moving a hand to cup one of her breasts. They're going to need to lay back down, obviously, but there's still an important question to be asked.]
How do you want to do this?
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(Although she wishes there was more she could do for him...it's going to take a little creativity to find ways to reciprocate.)]
I think I'm still wearing a little too much. Will you take the rest of this off?
[She's still in her black lace bra and matching black underwear. It was clearly worn to be seen since she's been sleeping in nothing but her underwear beside him for several months now - she may have been caught off guard the first time in a cute but very unsexy print and that is not happening again.]
And then... [UM. She's certainly thought about the possibilities late at night in their time apart, but theoretical knowledge only goes so far.] Is the bed all right?
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He kisses Wanda again, deeper this time, and reaches around her to unclasp her bra. It takes him a moment, more because clothing is still strange to him than by the usual confusion about the hooks. Once it's loose he helps her slip it off entirely and his expression lights up in delight at her bare breasts. A happy sigh escapes him as he begins to explore them thoroughly with his hands, caressing the silky skin and paying particular attention to the rough nubs of her nipples.
He may be somewhat distracted from progressing at the moment, but now that he has an end goal, he's in no rush to get there. They have all night.
Continuing to work one breast with his hand, he leans down so he can flick at the other nipple with his tongue, see if she's sensitive to hot breath there, and finish up with a soft kiss.]
Oh, Wanda. [Nothing more than that, just yet. Just her name.]
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She dissolves even further into soft moans as his mouth descends on one of her nipples - yes, she's very sensitive there to the warmth of his tongue and breath. It sends pleasure coursing through her body to pool in her lower belly and Wanda can feel herself starting to grow wet just from this and the anticipation of what's to come.]
Vision...
[She breathes his name before surging forward to kiss him with a quiet intensity and she ever-so-carefully catches his bottom lip in her teeth as they part.
For not having done this before, he's doing an excellent job.]
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He catches his breath and meets her gaze, slowly smiling as he takes in her expression and the rush of blood to her cheeks. Then it's only fair if her other breast gets the same attention, isn't it? So he mirrors his move from earlier, strokes and light touches and mouth and all, having decided that this is indeed something he enjoys doing to her, and further concluding that it's good they're not going to stop here because he's starting to get very worked up.
Half-reluctantly, he lets go of her breast with another kiss and returns to kiss her mouth once more, keeping his eyes on hers with half a question in his gaze; his hand slides down her side until it's touching the fabric of her panties. Yes, she's already given him explicit permission, but this is still new territory, and if she develops any doubts he'd far rather wait than cause her any kind of discomfort.
Seeing none, his smile grows wider and his hand moves around to the front of the cloth and he traces a finger down the outside, already feeling a dampness through the fabric.] Time for these to come off as well?
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Vision, ahh--! Please...
[Given time he could likely bring her to orgasm from this alone and Wanda whines when he draws back. She clings to him as they kiss, a resounding yes singing though the link.
Her breath stops on a shuddering inhale as his fingers ghost over her.]
Please...so there's nothing between us.
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He slides her panties down just far enough to give him room to work and groans as he starts to explore her with one hand, keeping the other anchored on her hip. His fingers slip through and around her folds, finding them delightfully wet, and--ah, is that the clit? He rubs at it a few times to make sure, breathing heavily all the while, and then moves his forefinger down lower to slip it inside her slowly. He repeats the motion twice more and then seems to catch his breath.]
All right. Bed.
[Yeah, he's usually not this terse, but it's time to get those panties the rest of the way off and then climb onto the bed so they can finish this out properly.]
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She dissolves so easily into wordless cries, overcome by the sudden pleasure, so she can hardly blame him for becoming a little terse. Wanda nods, draws a shaky breath, and tries to compose herself while she steps out of her panties.
She shifts to lay back against the pillows, still flushed and out of breath with her legs spread for him. It should feel wanton. Wanda can only imagine how needy she must look. But with Vision everything just feels right, like this is just the natural order of things.]
Come here, Vizh.
[There's still a distinct thread of nervousness in her emotions, but love is by far the strongest. Wanda reaches out for him, and if she can, she'll steal another kiss before they continue.]
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(How much worse would it be if he were getting a physical response out of this as well? No, better to start this way and build up to that later, lest he short-circuit himself somehow. He's not actually sure if that would happen or not, but it's a concern in the back of his mind.)
Once he releases the kiss, his hands make their way back down her body, pausing here and there for a caress as he settles himself between her legs. There's a thread of nervousness (how not? This is completely outside his realm of experience), but also a firm resolution. He wants this, and he can feel that she wants it, too.]
I feel I ought to mention that my experience in this area has been entirely theoretical, up until now. [A smile tugs at his lips, because of course she knows that. She's seen every corner of his mind. And his tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of need beneath it, and his eyes and heart shine with an overpowering love for her.
So with his disclaimer stated, he begins once more to explore her with his hands; it is easier when he can see what he's doing, and he rubs at her clit gently for a few moments first. Ever so careful not to go too fast, he slips one finger into her and thrusts a few times, then adds another and tries to find a steady rhythm. He's breathing hard now, and starting to let out soft cries in tandem with hers - Wanda's feelings spill over into his own and it feels so good, and it's the best kind of feedback he could ask for, telling him right when it's not enough and when he needs to shift just slightly and when she needs him to thrust harder, and it's all flowing back and forth between their minds so he's no longer sure where he ends and she begins, or if there even is such a thing anymore.]
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Vision...love...need you...
[She moans and arches as his hands slide down her body, shifting with him so he can settle comfortably between her legs.]
It's all right, Vizh. I want you to be my first.
[And with that she dissolves under his touch. They move together, crying out for each other, Vision unmaking her until they are one. Wanda's so wet that his fingers slide easily inside her and her hips follow the rhythm of his thrusts even if he falters. Words are superfluous. He follows her wishes without her needing to voice them and she moves with him to guide his fingers to that sweet spot inside her that her makes her cries turn sharper.
Moans, cries, pleas, and Vision's name all fall freely from her lips as pleasure flows between them. One of Wanda's hands finds its way to his hip, clinging to him in a vain attempt not to be utterly swept away by sensation. It's good beyond her wildest imaginings: she is his, he is hers, and they are one.
And she doesn't want this feeling to end.]
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