[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.
[End it must, however, and after one particularly delicious crest of unfiltered pleasure the Vision reluctantly pulls his hand out of Wanda. The heart is willing, but as in touch and in tune with her as he is he can't help but notice the body is getting a bit overstimulated. Not willing to let the sense of closeness fly away yet, he moves up next to her so their nude bodies are pressed against one another again, and he gives her a kiss once they've both caught their breath.]
Oh, my love.
[Can your heart break from being happy? He feels like he's been shattered and rebuilt, and at once he feels like a stranger in his own skin and completely comfortable there. There's something inside him that's redefining itself, and it takes a moment for him to find the words for it. When they come out, they're rough and whispered into her ear.]
[She's so close. It's so good and she's so close and this is exactly the kind of intimacy she needed--
--and then Vision's fingers slide out of her and she's left whimpering at the loss. There's a terrible moment when she's left wondering if it was something she did, but no, Vision's still encouraging her to lay next next to him despite the sudden withdrawal. Wanda curls into him easily, desperate not to let go, winding around him like a vine and clinging to him like her life depends on it. Everything's just...so much. His emotions, her emotions, the physical sensations his touch evokes in her...Wanda can feel tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes and curls closer until her face is buried in his chest.]
Vision...
[She doesn't want to try to explain the contradictory nature of happy tears. It's easier to just try to be for a moment, to try to force the throbbing in her core to subside and her breath and heart rate to return to normal. She drifts there, somewhere between satisfied and not, before she's able to emerge with a nuzzle and a soft kiss over his heart before meeting his lips.
All she feels is love, and there's not a trace of disappointment at being left unsatisfied. On the contrary, she just feels extra sensitive and soft and his.
She murmurs a common endearment in Sokovian - 'my heart' - and kisses him deeply.]
[It's all so very much to deal with that he completely misses that terrible lurch of emptiness right after, and has no idea he didn't quite make it far enough to satisfy her. And--goodness--this is all secondhand. He's not even making any attempt to involve his own pleasure in the process yet. Better to make sure he can handle the spillover from Wanda first, he'd thought, and even that's overwhelming him at the moment.
But after that's calmed a bit and they kiss again, he smiles lazily and speaks in a light tone.]
I am beginning to understand. But it's, er, quite different in practice than in theory.
[How do humans deal with having that much emotion? It's not like that all the time, he's sure. It can't be. And yet it's rather addictive, isn't it? Maybe he can learn to deal with it with repeated practice. Wanda might not mind so much.]
[Wanda continues stroking his cheek in an attempt to soothe his worries and ease that tension. It's true that he didn't get her far enough, but that's not the issue. His comfort is far, far more important.]
It's...It's fine, Vizh, I was just... [She sighs, tries again. This is hard.] I don't want to hurt you. I've never felt something that intense before and...I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed by someone else's emotions. I don't want to do that to you.
[The soft touch of her hand on his face goes a long way to soothe his anxiety, and her words help it click into place as well. She'd mentioned so many times before that strong emotions from others could be overwhelming to her. It makes sense that he would touch the edge of it, linked as they are.
His breathing evens out and he kisses her again, as much to reassure Wanda as to reassure himself.]
You could never hurt me. I was just a bit unprepared for it.
[Wanda relaxes into the kiss as that flutter of nervousness melts away. Vision's kisses and touches soothe her so easily, and she'd glad that she can do the same for him.
She closes her eyes, lets more of the warmth she feels for him seep into their link, and curls back around him. These kisses, soft and sweet as they are, are already starting to Do Things to her poor pleasure-denied body.]
Maybe...a little slower next time? Would that help?
[He ponders it for a moment. Now that he has a better idea of the intensity, can he let it wash over him and through him? Will going a bit slower help him prepare for it better?]
I think it would, yes.
[And he smiles, almost shyly, and drops his voice.]
[Wanda shivers - between the kisses and his voice, she can't help it.]
Please.
[It comes out as a soft whisper, needier-sounding than Wanda intended but much closer to how she's actually feeling. She's still very wet and aching for his touch.]
[If his voice has that effect on Wanda, that tone in hers has a similar effect on the Vision. His next kiss is harder, deeper, and he shifts to be on top of her once again. This time he reaches down between her legs before even letting up on the kiss, and she sure is still wet. He breaks off the kiss with a soft cry and starts to caress her again, slower than before but wasting no time in starting to thrust steadily with two fingers. This time he also brings his other hand into play once he's sitting back, rubbing gently at her clit in counterpoint to his thrusts.
And it does help to go slower. His heart is still full with the sight of her, the sound of her, but it no longer feels like it's going to burst if he continues. Once again he takes wordless cues from her, and now he notices the steadily building pressure and tries to go with it, determined not to give up until it breaks.
He murmurs her name over and over, along with encouragements. Maybe they're to himself?]
[She moans into the kiss, matching Vision's passion as he restarts his explorations. The sheer relief when his fingers slip inside her again is palpable and Wanda cries out his name when his other hand finds her clit. It's even better than last time. And gently, so gently, they begin to guide each other back into that pleasured haze.
Wanda's hips meet him thrust for thrust, her back arching up into nothing and fingers twisting desperately in the sheets as she moans and cries out. Slower isn't necessarily less intense. She has more time to focus on him, on every expression crossing his face, on every little sound he makes. Beautiful.
She guides him in how to not overstimulate her like this, though it doesn't take long for Vision's ministrations to bring her back to the level of pleasure they'd reached previously. His steady pace, his murmured encouragements, the love shining so clearly from his mind...it's too much to hold off indefinitely. Wanda's cries grow a little sharper as they continue, whispered pleas joining his name when she's able to speak. The pleasure builds and builds and even as lost in Vision as she is, Wanda can feel that she's rapidly approaching her peak.]
[More ready for it this time, the Vision settles into a place where he can still feel Wanda's shared emotions but doesn't become lost in them; he's still anchored in himself, and he marvels at the depth of sensation he can evoke in her. He is doing this to her, and he can't help but be proud about it, a shining thread intertwined with the love and desire he knows she feels.
And there's that building pressure again. Now that he knows it's okay, he catches hold of it and cultivates it, helps it grow stronger and stronger until he's thrusting hard and deep and rubbing her all at once until she reaches that crest and--
Oh.
Oh.
He doesn't even notice that he's cried out her name and buried his face against her side, or that his fingers linger inside her so she doesn't have that sense of empty shock as before. If they'd been so close to that before, it was no wonder she'd asked him why he'd stopped.
When he comes back to himself, he finds he's holding her tightly in a cuddling position once again.] I love you, Wanda. I want you to know that.
[Nothing she's ever felt can compare to this. Wanda swears she sees stars and this is definitely the hardest she's ever come in her life. She's dimly aware of crying out but beyond that is utterly lost in pleasure and love and him. She can no longer tell where he ends and she begins.
It's just...bliss. Utter completion and perfection. Wanda's aware of them moving together, seeking closer contact, and when she finally regains awareness of herself she finds she's pressing soft, slow kisses across his skin.]
I feel it, [she whispers breathlessly, still not fully recovered.] And I love you too.
[And what else can she do to prove it but kiss him?]
[The kiss is sweet and soft, a good way to help wind down from what they just experienced. It's certainly possible that he's experienced something that intense before, but right now he can't think of anything.
After the kiss breaks, he speaks in a soft tone.] Thank you for sharing this with me. [Then a bit lighter, almost teasing.] And for letting me know there was more.
You were perfect, [she murmurs softly between kisses. She can't get enough of the feel of him.] I'm glad it was you.
[Awkward as explaining that there was more might have been, Wanda wouldn't trade that feeling of being so completely entwined in someone she loves who loves her that deeply for anything.]
[And even though he didn't experience a physical release, the Vision finds he's not missing it - it was more than enough to have Wanda share hers with him. Perhaps some other time, and with a little more experimentation on his part....
But for now, he's perfectly sated, and the little kisses only make him hold her tighter, curled up against her and utterly content. He'd say he was glad it was her, but the truth is he can't even imagine it with anyone else.]
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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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Oh, my love.
[Can your heart break from being happy? He feels like he's been shattered and rebuilt, and at once he feels like a stranger in his own skin and completely comfortable there. There's something inside him that's redefining itself, and it takes a moment for him to find the words for it. When they come out, they're rough and whispered into her ear.]
I am yours. Now and always.
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--and then Vision's fingers slide out of her and she's left whimpering at the loss. There's a terrible moment when she's left wondering if it was something she did, but no, Vision's still encouraging her to lay next next to him despite the sudden withdrawal. Wanda curls into him easily, desperate not to let go, winding around him like a vine and clinging to him like her life depends on it. Everything's just...so much. His emotions, her emotions, the physical sensations his touch evokes in her...Wanda can feel tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes and curls closer until her face is buried in his chest.]
Vision...
[She doesn't want to try to explain the contradictory nature of happy tears. It's easier to just try to be for a moment, to try to force the throbbing in her core to subside and her breath and heart rate to return to normal. She drifts there, somewhere between satisfied and not, before she's able to emerge with a nuzzle and a soft kiss over his heart before meeting his lips.
All she feels is love, and there's not a trace of disappointment at being left unsatisfied. On the contrary, she just feels extra sensitive and soft and his.
She murmurs a common endearment in Sokovian - 'my heart' - and kisses him deeply.]
I will always be yours, love.
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But after that's calmed a bit and they kiss again, he smiles lazily and speaks in a light tone.]
I am beginning to understand. But it's, er, quite different in practice than in theory.
[How do humans deal with having that much emotion? It's not like that all the time, he's sure. It can't be. And yet it's rather addictive, isn't it? Maybe he can learn to deal with it with repeated practice. Wanda might not mind so much.]
Do you think we might practice some more?
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That's their secret, Vision. They don't. Or when they do, it's generally very poorly.She smiles at him fondly, gently cupping his face and letting her thumb rub lazily over his cheekbone.]
Of course we can. I've imagined but it was...it was so much more.
[Wanda can't resist the siren lure of his lips for long and returns for another kiss.]
Are you all right, love? You stopped so suddenly...
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It was getting a bit much for me. Er--should I have kept going?
[Did he do something wrong? No, no, she's not upset or hurt, but now he's worried.
--Is there more to it? Does it get even more intense? How do humans handle this.]
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It's...It's fine, Vizh, I was just... [She sighs, tries again. This is hard.] I don't want to hurt you. I've never felt something that intense before and...I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed by someone else's emotions. I don't want to do that to you.
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His breathing evens out and he kisses her again, as much to reassure Wanda as to reassure himself.]
You could never hurt me. I was just a bit unprepared for it.
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She closes her eyes, lets more of the warmth she feels for him seep into their link, and curls back around him. These kisses, soft and sweet as they are, are already starting to Do Things to her poor pleasure-denied body.]
Maybe...a little slower next time? Would that help?
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I think it would, yes.
[And he smiles, almost shyly, and drops his voice.]
Would you like me to try and find out?
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Please.
[It comes out as a soft whisper, needier-sounding than Wanda intended but much closer to how she's actually feeling. She's still very wet and aching for his touch.]
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And it does help to go slower. His heart is still full with the sight of her, the sound of her, but it no longer feels like it's going to burst if he continues. Once again he takes wordless cues from her, and now he notices the steadily building pressure and tries to go with it, determined not to give up until it breaks.
He murmurs her name over and over, along with encouragements. Maybe they're to himself?]
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Wanda's hips meet him thrust for thrust, her back arching up into nothing and fingers twisting desperately in the sheets as she moans and cries out. Slower isn't necessarily less intense. She has more time to focus on him, on every expression crossing his face, on every little sound he makes. Beautiful.
She guides him in how to not overstimulate her like this, though it doesn't take long for Vision's ministrations to bring her back to the level of pleasure they'd reached previously. His steady pace, his murmured encouragements, the love shining so clearly from his mind...it's too much to hold off indefinitely. Wanda's cries grow a little sharper as they continue, whispered pleas joining his name when she's able to speak. The pleasure builds and builds and even as lost in Vision as she is, Wanda can feel that she's rapidly approaching her peak.]
Vision-- ah! Please, please...
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And there's that building pressure again. Now that he knows it's okay, he catches hold of it and cultivates it, helps it grow stronger and stronger until he's thrusting hard and deep and rubbing her all at once until she reaches that crest and--
Oh.
Oh.
He doesn't even notice that he's cried out her name and buried his face against her side, or that his fingers linger inside her so she doesn't have that sense of empty shock as before. If they'd been so close to that before, it was no wonder she'd asked him why he'd stopped.
When he comes back to himself, he finds he's holding her tightly in a cuddling position once again.] I love you, Wanda. I want you to know that.
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It's just...bliss. Utter completion and perfection. Wanda's aware of them moving together, seeking closer contact, and when she finally regains awareness of herself she finds she's pressing soft, slow kisses across his skin.]
I feel it, [she whispers breathlessly, still not fully recovered.] And I love you too.
[And what else can she do to prove it but kiss him?]
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After the kiss breaks, he speaks in a soft tone.] Thank you for sharing this with me. [Then a bit lighter, almost teasing.] And for letting me know there was more.
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[Awkward as explaining that there was more might have been, Wanda wouldn't trade that feeling of being so completely entwined in someone she loves who loves her that deeply for anything.]
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But for now, he's perfectly sated, and the little kisses only make him hold her tighter, curled up against her and utterly content. He'd say he was glad it was her, but the truth is he can't even imagine it with anyone else.]
I love you.
[That's all there is to say.]