[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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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.]