[She feels his runes flare with power and then...oh. It's so much - his love, his trust, his relief, the connection that he feels too. She's overcome for a moment, so thoroughly caught up in him that she can barely speak or move for fear of disturbing the link.]
My heart.
[She only regains the ability to speak when he does, and it's all she has the chance to say before he kisses her again. She matches his hunger with her own desire, moaning softly and clinging to him for dear life. She wants him, wants this. And finally she is not so conscious of the missing part of her heart.
Wanda's eyes are starting to water from the force of their shared emotions and all it takes is one look into Vision's eyes for the floodgates to break.]
Vision...
[And with that, she buries her face in his shoulder and sobs in mingled happiness and relief. The link remains strong and all she can think about is how much she loves him, how happy she is to have him, and how deeply touched she is by the force of his love. Ever since Pietro's death she'd wished that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore and now, finally...now there's hope.]
[He moves easily from a hungry kiss to a tight embrace when Wanda starts crying, and it's a good thing she's decided to link their emotions together or he would honestly be concerned. But it's not because of something he's done wrong, it's because she's...happy. And if knowing he's right there for her helps with that, why, it's simple to let his body do the talking. You're not alone and I'm here are the easy ones, but there's an undercurrent of you're wonderful in there as well.
But there's a part of him that's not really sure crying is okay, so after a good long moment he pats her on the back, not really sure how to handle this.]
You are quite all right, aren't you? You're, er, leaking.
[She clings to Vision as she cries, letting his silent reassurances wash away the lingering pains of her loneliness. His love soothes her into quieter sobbing until it's little more than tears and a slight trembling in her shoulders. She doesn't mean to worry him; it was just so much all at once that she'd been unable to prepare for.
She nods in response, managing a watery smile as she emerges from his shoulder. Look, being human is hard.]
I guess I am. [A small laugh - that's an odd but cute way to think of it.] Sometimes humans cry when we're hurt or sad or overwhelmed. But this is good-overwhelmed. I needed to feel you like this.
[She kisses him, soft and chaste this time. See, she's fine. Hardly even crying anymore. And as she comes down from that sudden swell of emotion she finds that she feels that same relief that comes from a good cry, although Wanda suspects that this time the feeling is here to stay.]
Then you have my permission to do so any time you wish.
[It's an easy promise to make, and one he intends to keep. He has nothing to hide from her.
Vision smiles tenderly after the kiss and moves his thumb up to wipe at her tear-tracks.]
Come. Let's get you cleaned up, and then finish with this potion. And then perhaps we can try to learn what this means for us?
[Because clearly he's moved into a different space than "itinerant houseguest", but beyond that he's stumbling in the dark, here. Not as literally as yesterday, certainly, but this is all so very new to him.]
[She smiles warmly up at him, only letting go with a good deal of reluctance. It's not that she doesn't believe him when he's said that he'll stay, just that she's gone so long without affectionate contact that it's hard to take such relatively small doses.]
Can you help me with the water? It's a little heavy for me.
[And it'll give her a chance to pick another flower for his lapel, a physical representation of their promise. One day she'll make a more permanent protection charm for him, but at least for today, when this love is so new, it should be enough.]
[He hefts the pitcher easily, certain he could carry many times its weight without straining himself. When Wanda slips the flower into his lapel, he smiles softly at her and catches her hand with his free one, bringing it up to his mouth for a light kiss.
Once he's back inside, he's surprised to notice things looks different, and it takes him a moment while working through the steps of the potion brewing to realize why. It's not just a beautiful home he's permitted to stay at, anymore. It's a place than can be his home now.]
[Wanda's heart stops, again, and the gesture brings a pretty blush to her cheeks. She likes that, these tender and very sweet displays of affection. And so she's not far from Vision's side as they return to the house and there's more than one occasion where she lets her fingers brush against him just because he's there.
It's fortunate that she needs to explain how to make this potion or else she'd be very distracted indeed. Honestly she just wants to get it over with so they can move on to more interesting pursuits which is...not great for potion-making. It's a more involved process than medicine, and there are several points Wanda has to trace wispy symbols over the cauldron and push them into the potion.
She explains each one when she draws them, and after adding lavender she traces one that Vision might find familiar.]
This is the symbol for serenity. The same one you have here.
[She can hopefully be forgiven for lightly tracing over the symbol on him, too. It's too tempting not to touch.]
[Work first, and then play. And it helps that he finds the work interesting (the play is, he assumes, going to be even more interesting, but at least he has an idea how potion-making goes). He nods along with each explanation, mentally cataloguing each rune until she points out the one familiar one in the bunch so far. When she traces it on his wrist, it glows a bright yellow for an instant - his power, not hers.]
It's certainly been tested, hasn't it?
[He holds out the other wrist and taps its opposite number, power. As if the knowledge has always been there, he has an explanation for it as well as its placement.]
So that my strength might be tempered by a level head.
[Wanda hums a soft sound of understanding, smoothing a finger over power but not tracing it. It's interesting - she'd noticed his runes, of course, but only a few had properly stood out to her while she'd cleaned and dressed him. If she looked again, she wouldn't be surprised if she found love inscribed on him somewhere. He's so much gentler than most.]
Are most of your runes paired like this?
[Clearly a good deal of thought went into his creation. Ultron certainly hadn't been so well-balanced, and most of the (admittedly few) other golems she's seen were only intended to be obedient servants, not a living, feeling man like Vision.]
[They each hover at the edge of his consciousness, not something he's fully aware of unless he concentrates. So he does for a moment, stepping back and closing his eyes. Across his body, several sets of runes flare yellow in tandem. Finally he nods and opens his eyes.]
All but one.
[He taps the stone in his forehead.]
Under this is set "thought". It's also the strongest of them.
[Which could help explain why he's clearly got a free-thinking mind of at least a human's level, rather than being an automaton.]
[She watches, enchanted by the display, not noticing that she's taken a tiny step closer.]
I've never met anyone like you before.
[His presence is magnetic and Wanda can't resist the urge to touch. There's no power behind it, just a feather-light brush of fingertips over that odd glowing stone in his forehead. She'd kiss it if she could reach - it seems to be something equivalent to her heart, something crucial to what makes Vision himself.]
[How odd. He can actually feel her fingertips there, even though it's a stone. Though he can feel her over the metal bands as well, so perhaps that shouldn't surprise him.]
I don't believe there is anyone like me.
[He says it in a low voice, like he's not really sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it means others will have a difficult time understanding him or accepting him, a lesson he's learned well already. On the other hand, being the only one of his kind doesn't mean he needs to be alone. Wanda is teaching him that much.
So he smiles and cups her cheek with one hand, gentle.]
Yes, it's quite all right. It's got a great deal of magic in it, though I can't say for certain just what it is.
No one has a heart like yours, [she says softly, stroking the stone again with a less timid touch now that she knows it doesn't hurt him. She can see to Vision's core and he's just so pure and beautiful.
Maybe she should worry that she's tainting him, dragging him down from more-than-human to such a human emotion, but...love could never be wrong. This love, specifically. Wanda's never fallen for anyone this quickly before and it finally feels like she's where she's meant to be.
She closes her eyes as she leans into that touch, twirling a finger on her free hand in a lazy circle to make the cauldron stir itself. Potions may require more focus than medicine, but she can almost make this one in her sleep.]
It feels like you, [Wanda says after a moment.] If it was something before, it's yours now.
[Well, that makes him feel better about both his heart and the odd stone, actually. He can hear the truth in what she's saying, and even if he may never know the full story behind his creation, Wanda can at least help him understand who he is now.]
Thank you.
[And it's only natural to give her another kiss, butterfly-light as the first.]
And what shall we do after this potion is finished? Are there any other pressing chores around your home that cannot wait?
[The smile tugging at his mouth says he hopes the answer is no.]
[If Vision's creators set out to create the perfect man...they certainly did in ways they likely could never have imagined. Even his lightest touch or kiss makes Wanda's heart soar and she smiles sweetly up at him, cupping his cheek with the same delicacy.]
None. We can do anything you want.
[Especially if more kissing is involved. But she does have a job to do, and with great reluctance Wanda turns back to the potion. At least it's almost done. Just a few more ingredients and the final sigil...
She pauses then, after giving it a last stir, and offers Vision a hand.]
Do you want to help me with the last sigil? Think of a time you've felt comfort.
[And if he's not quite sure what he wants? Vision has the feeling Wanda will help him find it, as she's already helped him so much.
He takes her hand, searching for "comfort". There aren't a whole lot of memories to choose from just yet, but he settles on the best example he can: being lulled into sleep in Wanda's warm bed, hearing the soft sound of her breathing and being embraced by the friendly darkness of night. he focuses on that contentment, that comfort, and wills it to transfer over their linked hands so she can use it.
The magic energy twines around Wanda's, golden-yellow around scarlet, reinforcing it and strengthening it - she may only need to use a fraction of her normal power for this part.]
Yes. [Her voice is hushed, almost as if she fears the sound of it could disturb that delicate dance of gold and scarlet.] It's beautiful.
[Almost as much as the feelings of warmth Vision sends her. This will definitely be something to explore further but for now...for now she recalls the same memory that he does: the warmth of her bed and Vision beside her, the sounds of rain on the roof and the crackle of the fire, the soft glow of his mind keeping her nightmares at bay. This memory isn't tainted by loss or loneliness like all the others she usually conjures and she's sure the end result will be even better for whoever buys this batch.
She draws the sigil for 'comfort' and pushes their power into the potion. It shimmers, dispersing through the liquid and the color slowly shifts to a light lavender. Unlike the medicine, the potion has an odd sparkling quality to it as if it was full of tiny diamonds.]
Perfect. [She waves her fingers at the cauldron and the fire goes out.] It should make a few bottles, maybe more than usual. What we did made it stronger.
[And if she rushes through the bottling process a little more than usual, who can blame her? After everything...she needs to be in Vision's arms again. That sweet moment by the well had been lovely, but it wasn't nearly enough to soothe months of loneliness.
Really, it's a remarkable act of restraint that she only takes his hands instead of throwing her arms around him once she's done.]
[It looks delicate, but like Wanda herself the dance of magical energies is resilient and strong. And this is just a simple working - perhaps once Vision is more practiced they can attempt a larger magical cooperation, and it will be even more intricate and subtle.
He helps with the bottling as much as he can, admiring the end result and holding one of the corked bottles up to the light to watch the interplay of sparkles in the sun. And when they're finished, he gives her hands a gentle squeeze to show he welcomes the contact.]
To be quite honest with you, I am not entirely certain what I want to do. I know I would like it to be with you; beyond that, I have no guidance.
[Sure, he has some vague concepts, like "look into her eyes and feel the shape of her soul" or "practice kissing more", but they're still nebulous.]
[One day, she definitely wants to explore that beautiful interplay of their powers, but right now Wanda's needs are much simpler. She doesn't need a lot, just peace and Vision's company while they figure everything out. And above all, she doesn't want to rush him.
When night comes she definitely wants to show him where the little tower leads but for now...]
Hmmm...we could go to the loft, relax and hold each other for a while? Or we could go for a walk. Anything you want. I just want to be with you.
[He knows she wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't perfectly safe, but Vision is still unsure of what lies outside her wards. The loft sounds like a much better idea, and he certainly likes the idea of holding her again.]
Let's go to the loft, then. And I admit I am curious about your books as well, but I would rather spend time with you first.
[He's unselfconscious about it, clearly, and he doesn't let go of her hand until the ladder makes it an impossibility to climb together. But soon enough they're at the top, and once again he finds himself admiring the place. The pulse of power from the altar is in harmony with the rest of the house, and Vision is slightly surprised to realize he's adapting to that rhythm as well. It's subtle, but the energies of the house seem to be accepting him in much the same way as its mistress has.
Well, not entirely the same way, because he isn't taking the house by both hands and leaning down for another kiss.]
[Even during the day, the loft is still primarily lit by the flowers growing all over the roof. It's romantic and peaceful as always; the perfect place to cuddle or make out (or even more, if he ever decides he wants it).
Wanda squeezes his hands and kisses Vision back softly.]
I love you, [she whispers before kissing him again, slightly more passionately this time. He's too sweet for her to resist the urge for long now that they have time for romance.] Come sit down with me?
[Wanda gives his hands a gentle tug towards the nest of furs, pillows, and blankets on the far end of the loft. This is what the nest is here for, after all.]
Gladly. [He sits down into the nest, not quite sure how to pose himself at first, but then he starts to get the idea and stretches out (not unlike the cat had, earlier). It's an interesting cross between the floor and the bed, and the different textures of the pillows and blankets feel soft and comfortable. It's cozy, and once he's settled himself in he wraps his arms around Wanda and pulls her close.
It feels right to be holding her, and surely some of that warmth is from his heart beating faster than normal.]
[Wanda settles easily into his embrace with her head over his heart and a wave of serenity washes over her. Some of it is thanks to the altar's aura, but most of it is Vision: his warmth underneath her, the rhythmic sounds of his breath and heartbeat, and the soft glow of that blossoming soul-deep connection. Wanda takes a deep breath and lets her eyes close, gesturing to call a blanket to drape over their lower bodies.]
Just like this.
[Each breath brings her a deeper sense of peace and slowly her body relaxes. She feels so safe and loved in his arms and his mere presence helps her relax even further. She hadn't even been aware of that tightness in her chest, couldn't say when it had started, but she certainly feels its absence and the honeyed warmth in its wake.
Eyes closed, still allowing herself to drift in this peace, Wanda turns her head to nuzzle him and press soft, random kisses to his chest in time with her fingers stroking back and forth.]
[As Wanda settles into place curled up with him, Vision relaxes alongside her. He'd been completely aware of his own knot of nervous anxiety, and yet ever since he'd arrived here he's been letting it unravel and be replaced with peace. Now that peace is being supplemented by love, and he can't shake the feeling that this is how he's supposed to be. Dozens of runes all over his body - serenity, peace, love, cooperation, understanding, empathy - each speak to the rightness of this situation, almost as much as his own heart sings to hold her close in his arms and feel the weight of her on his chest.
He does chuckle in surprise when she gives him a nickname, though. He's barely had a name for a whole day and already she's given him a nickname.]
My beautiful little witch. I think I stumbled into the right place, that's all.
[He tucks her hair behind her ear and runs one hand lightly down her back, holding her tight with the other. The kisses to his chest make him sigh happily, though after a little while he stops stroking her back so he can tilt her chin up to his face and give her another feather-light kiss on the lips.]
[Such a cute endearment. Wanda practically giggles and nuzzles him happily, arching into his touch. For the first time in so long she can't quite remember, she's just happy. No strings, no inevitability of parting hanging over them. She'd be quite content to drift for hours, lost in joyful peace and soft touches, if he wanted nothing more than this yet.
Maybe these months of loneliness were worth it if Vision was waiting on the other side. They fit together so well it's almost as if his creators had made him for her. Somehow, against all odds and logic, they belong like this.
She curves into him as they kiss sweetly, finally opening her eyes to gaze up at him with raw adoration.]
Yes, of course. [Wanda shifts until she's half-laying on him, braced with one arm on his chest so the other can cup Vision's cheek. Her hair falls around them like a curtain but she can't be bothered to sweep it to the side.]
Light kisses are nice, but we can do more than that. Move with me?
[She leans down to capture his lips with a little more passion, moving slowly and exaggerating her movements just enough to help Vision catch on. His lips are so soft...]
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My heart.
[She only regains the ability to speak when he does, and it's all she has the chance to say before he kisses her again. She matches his hunger with her own desire, moaning softly and clinging to him for dear life. She wants him, wants this. And finally she is not so conscious of the missing part of her heart.
Wanda's eyes are starting to water from the force of their shared emotions and all it takes is one look into Vision's eyes for the floodgates to break.]
Vision...
[And with that, she buries her face in his shoulder and sobs in mingled happiness and relief. The link remains strong and all she can think about is how much she loves him, how happy she is to have him, and how deeply touched she is by the force of his love. Ever since Pietro's death she'd wished that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore and now, finally...now there's hope.]
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But there's a part of him that's not really sure crying is okay, so after a good long moment he pats her on the back, not really sure how to handle this.]
You are quite all right, aren't you? You're, er, leaking.
[Humans, man.]
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She nods in response, managing a watery smile as she emerges from his shoulder. Look, being human is hard.]
I guess I am. [A small laugh - that's an odd but cute way to think of it.] Sometimes humans cry when we're hurt or sad or overwhelmed. But this is good-overwhelmed. I needed to feel you like this.
[She kisses him, soft and chaste this time. See, she's fine. Hardly even crying anymore. And as she comes down from that sudden swell of emotion she finds that she feels that same relief that comes from a good cry, although Wanda suspects that this time the feeling is here to stay.]
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[It's an easy promise to make, and one he intends to keep. He has nothing to hide from her.
Vision smiles tenderly after the kiss and moves his thumb up to wipe at her tear-tracks.]
Come. Let's get you cleaned up, and then finish with this potion. And then perhaps we can try to learn what this means for us?
[Because clearly he's moved into a different space than "itinerant houseguest", but beyond that he's stumbling in the dark, here. Not as literally as yesterday, certainly, but this is all so very new to him.]
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[She smiles warmly up at him, only letting go with a good deal of reluctance. It's not that she doesn't believe him when he's said that he'll stay, just that she's gone so long without affectionate contact that it's hard to take such relatively small doses.]
Can you help me with the water? It's a little heavy for me.
[And it'll give her a chance to pick another flower for his lapel, a physical representation of their promise. One day she'll make a more permanent protection charm for him, but at least for today, when this love is so new, it should be enough.]
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[He hefts the pitcher easily, certain he could carry many times its weight without straining himself. When Wanda slips the flower into his lapel, he smiles softly at her and catches her hand with his free one, bringing it up to his mouth for a light kiss.
Once he's back inside, he's surprised to notice things looks different, and it takes him a moment while working through the steps of the potion brewing to realize why. It's not just a beautiful home he's permitted to stay at, anymore. It's a place than can be his home now.]
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It's fortunate that she needs to explain how to make this potion or else she'd be very distracted indeed. Honestly she just wants to get it over with so they can move on to more interesting pursuits which is...not great for potion-making. It's a more involved process than medicine, and there are several points Wanda has to trace wispy symbols over the cauldron and push them into the potion.
She explains each one when she draws them, and after adding lavender she traces one that Vision might find familiar.]
This is the symbol for serenity. The same one you have here.
[She can hopefully be forgiven for lightly tracing over the symbol on him, too. It's too tempting not to touch.]
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It's certainly been tested, hasn't it?
[He holds out the other wrist and taps its opposite number, power. As if the knowledge has always been there, he has an explanation for it as well as its placement.]
So that my strength might be tempered by a level head.
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Are most of your runes paired like this?
[Clearly a good deal of thought went into his creation. Ultron certainly hadn't been so well-balanced, and most of the (admittedly few) other golems she's seen were only intended to be obedient servants, not a living, feeling man like Vision.]
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All but one.
[He taps the stone in his forehead.]
Under this is set "thought". It's also the strongest of them.
[Which could help explain why he's clearly got a free-thinking mind of at least a human's level, rather than being an automaton.]
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I've never met anyone like you before.
[His presence is magnetic and Wanda can't resist the urge to touch. There's no power behind it, just a feather-light brush of fingertips over that odd glowing stone in his forehead. She'd kiss it if she could reach - it seems to be something equivalent to her heart, something crucial to what makes Vision himself.]
Is this all right?
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I don't believe there is anyone like me.
[He says it in a low voice, like he's not really sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it means others will have a difficult time understanding him or accepting him, a lesson he's learned well already. On the other hand, being the only one of his kind doesn't mean he needs to be alone. Wanda is teaching him that much.
So he smiles and cups her cheek with one hand, gentle.]
Yes, it's quite all right. It's got a great deal of magic in it, though I can't say for certain just what it is.
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Maybe she should worry that she's tainting him, dragging him down from more-than-human to such a human emotion, but...love could never be wrong. This love, specifically. Wanda's never fallen for anyone this quickly before and it finally feels like she's where she's meant to be.
She closes her eyes as she leans into that touch, twirling a finger on her free hand in a lazy circle to make the cauldron stir itself. Potions may require more focus than medicine, but she can almost make this one in her sleep.]
It feels like you, [Wanda says after a moment.] If it was something before, it's yours now.
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Thank you.
[And it's only natural to give her another kiss, butterfly-light as the first.]
And what shall we do after this potion is finished? Are there any other pressing chores around your home that cannot wait?
[The smile tugging at his mouth says he hopes the answer is no.]
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None. We can do anything you want.
[Especially if more kissing is involved. But she does have a job to do, and with great reluctance Wanda turns back to the potion. At least it's almost done. Just a few more ingredients and the final sigil...
She pauses then, after giving it a last stir, and offers Vision a hand.]
Do you want to help me with the last sigil? Think of a time you've felt comfort.
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He takes her hand, searching for "comfort". There aren't a whole lot of memories to choose from just yet, but he settles on the best example he can: being lulled into sleep in Wanda's warm bed, hearing the soft sound of her breathing and being embraced by the friendly darkness of night. he focuses on that contentment, that comfort, and wills it to transfer over their linked hands so she can use it.
The magic energy twines around Wanda's, golden-yellow around scarlet, reinforcing it and strengthening it - she may only need to use a fraction of her normal power for this part.]
Like so?
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[Almost as much as the feelings of warmth Vision sends her. This will definitely be something to explore further but for now...for now she recalls the same memory that he does: the warmth of her bed and Vision beside her, the sounds of rain on the roof and the crackle of the fire, the soft glow of his mind keeping her nightmares at bay. This memory isn't tainted by loss or loneliness like all the others she usually conjures and she's sure the end result will be even better for whoever buys this batch.
She draws the sigil for 'comfort' and pushes their power into the potion. It shimmers, dispersing through the liquid and the color slowly shifts to a light lavender. Unlike the medicine, the potion has an odd sparkling quality to it as if it was full of tiny diamonds.]
Perfect. [She waves her fingers at the cauldron and the fire goes out.] It should make a few bottles, maybe more than usual. What we did made it stronger.
[And if she rushes through the bottling process a little more than usual, who can blame her? After everything...she needs to be in Vision's arms again. That sweet moment by the well had been lovely, but it wasn't nearly enough to soothe months of loneliness.
Really, it's a remarkable act of restraint that she only takes his hands instead of throwing her arms around him once she's done.]
What do you want to do now?
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He helps with the bottling as much as he can, admiring the end result and holding one of the corked bottles up to the light to watch the interplay of sparkles in the sun. And when they're finished, he gives her hands a gentle squeeze to show he welcomes the contact.]
To be quite honest with you, I am not entirely certain what I want to do. I know I would like it to be with you; beyond that, I have no guidance.
[Sure, he has some vague concepts, like "look into her eyes and feel the shape of her soul" or "practice kissing more", but they're still nebulous.]
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When night comes she definitely wants to show him where the little tower leads but for now...]
Hmmm...we could go to the loft, relax and hold each other for a while? Or we could go for a walk. Anything you want. I just want to be with you.
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Let's go to the loft, then. And I admit I am curious about your books as well, but I would rather spend time with you first.
[He's unselfconscious about it, clearly, and he doesn't let go of her hand until the ladder makes it an impossibility to climb together. But soon enough they're at the top, and once again he finds himself admiring the place. The pulse of power from the altar is in harmony with the rest of the house, and Vision is slightly surprised to realize he's adapting to that rhythm as well. It's subtle, but the energies of the house seem to be accepting him in much the same way as its mistress has.
Well, not entirely the same way, because he isn't taking the house by both hands and leaning down for another kiss.]
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Wanda squeezes his hands and kisses Vision back softly.]
I love you, [she whispers before kissing him again, slightly more passionately this time. He's too sweet for her to resist the urge for long now that they have time for romance.] Come sit down with me?
[Wanda gives his hands a gentle tug towards the nest of furs, pillows, and blankets on the far end of the loft. This is what the nest is here for, after all.]
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It feels right to be holding her, and surely some of that warmth is from his heart beating faster than normal.]
Like this, my love?
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Just like this.
[Each breath brings her a deeper sense of peace and slowly her body relaxes. She feels so safe and loved in his arms and his mere presence helps her relax even further. She hadn't even been aware of that tightness in her chest, couldn't say when it had started, but she certainly feels its absence and the honeyed warmth in its wake.
Eyes closed, still allowing herself to drift in this peace, Wanda turns her head to nuzzle him and press soft, random kisses to his chest in time with her fingers stroking back and forth.]
Mmmmm...this is perfect, Vizh. You're perfect.
[The nickname just slips out, oops.]
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He does chuckle in surprise when she gives him a nickname, though. He's barely had a name for a whole day and already she's given him a nickname.]
My beautiful little witch. I think I stumbled into the right place, that's all.
[He tucks her hair behind her ear and runs one hand lightly down her back, holding her tight with the other. The kisses to his chest make him sigh happily, though after a little while he stops stroking her back so he can tilt her chin up to his face and give her another feather-light kiss on the lips.]
Will you show me more ways to kiss?
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Maybe these months of loneliness were worth it if Vision was waiting on the other side. They fit together so well it's almost as if his creators had made him for her. Somehow, against all odds and logic, they belong like this.
She curves into him as they kiss sweetly, finally opening her eyes to gaze up at him with raw adoration.]
Yes, of course. [Wanda shifts until she's half-laying on him, braced with one arm on his chest so the other can cup Vision's cheek. Her hair falls around them like a curtain but she can't be bothered to sweep it to the side.]
Light kisses are nice, but we can do more than that. Move with me?
[She leans down to capture his lips with a little more passion, moving slowly and exaggerating her movements just enough to help Vision catch on. His lips are so soft...]
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