[Wanda jumps and turns to see Vision...and Zora nuzzling his leg. It's not hard to piece together what must have happened.]
Zora! [Cat why. On today of all days...] She ate, but I think she got annoyed that I am working on this.
[Setting the bowl aside, Wanda goes to him for a hug and leans up to kiss his cheek. She hasn't changed out of her thin nightdress and so the warmth of his body encourages her to linger.]
[His eyes light up, as always, when Wanda comes to him; his arms move around her in a very comfortable gesture, even though he knows she'll want to get back to...is that a pastry she's decorating?]
What have you got there? It smells lovely.
[And then it occurs to him that she's baking before he got up, and that she's annoyed at the cat.]
My dearest, are you by chance making these for me?
But I am surprised. [And, to judge by his tone and expression, delighted. Vision runs his hand down Wanda's arm and delicately takes her hand so he can bring those fingers up to his mouth and kiss off a bit of baking residue.]
Though I suppose you ought to finish decorating them? I did not know there was an entire holiday to celebrate love.
[He'll release her after another quick squeeze and find a place that will let him watch but that isn't in the way.]
[That earns him a genuine smile and a deeper blush, and already Wanda doesn't want to let him go. But there are pastries on the line and a surprise to salvage, and she is going to make sure Vision has a good day if it's the last thing she does.]
They're almost done. Normally they would need to cool a little more, but I know spells to make this faster.
Fortunately these are meant to look rustic so glazing the tarts or adding the final toppings isn't an exact science. Wanda uses her powers on them twice, once to cool the pastries and again to set the icing. That done, she puts several on a plate and goes to join him at the table.]
Chocolate is more traditional, but we can have that later. I wanted to make something for you the normal way.
[If she seems a little like she's rambling, she's definitely nervous. It's not uncommon for Wanda to cook and bake for them, but today feels a little weightier. She's even forgotten to conjure drinks.]
[He exclaims in delight at the pastries once she brings them over, both because they're lovely and because she made them just for him. One might think that living here practically his whole life and having Wanda grace him with acts of kindness on a regular basis would inure him to their effects, but it's rather the opposite.
He should do something for her today as well, Vision decides. But what?]
These are delicious. [They're still piping hot, but thanks to her magic not hot enough to burn. Not that his mouth would burn regardless, but it's the difference between a comfortable temperature and an uncomfortable one, and he appreciates it.] Thank you, Wanda.
[He rests his gaze on her, smiling.] What more ought I to expect today? Are there other traditions?
[It's an easy admission, and to punctuate it he quickly takes one of her hands and kisses it. A whole holiday about love, and they can make their own traditions? His mind begins to go over the possibilities, influenced in large part by the couple of romance novels he's read from Wanda's library. Maybe...maybe she would be all right with more than these light kisses. He'll have to think about it and decide what he wants to try.
For now, the hot chocolate sounds lovely.]
I'd like that. Should I heat some milk, since you baked these for me?
[It's hardly a secret, but Wanda likes to say it often. She's just so happy now that he's here with her, no longer simply surviving but actually living.]
I can help you if you want to try.
[Although today her version of 'help' is going to involve her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder. They take plenty of time for cuddling and kissing as it is but Wanda will shamelessly take any excuse she can get.]
[He munches on another pastry, mentally cataloging the ingredients and recipe for hot chocolate. Yes, they should have everything they need, and it should be pretty easy for him since he's not prone to impatience. And while he's helped Wanda with her potions many times, he hasn't cooked at all. This will be a good experiment - especially since she can just conjure up a replacement if it fails too badly.]
I'd like that.
[He saves a couple of the pastries to eat with hot chocolate, so it's not long before he has the milk simmering.] Now, I add the shredded chocolate slowly, yes?
[Some things, like hot chocolate, aren't that different from potion-making. And she'll be right here the whole time, so hopefully nothing will go too terribly?
She moves with him as he gets started to find an unobtrusive (or as unobtrusive as being this close to him can be) place to stand at his side and rest her cheek against him.]
Yes, and you need to keep stirring. Even chocolate can't be saved if it burns.
[As always, her comforting warmth gives him confidence, and if his free hand snakes around her for an embrace, well, it shouldn't affect the chocolate too much.]
Slow and steady. Like the moonblossoms with the dreaming potion.
[He drops them in, tiny sprinkles of dark against the thick white milk, and continues stirring slowly until the liquid turns a darker shade, and then adds more chocolate. Here and there a bit of spice, and it begins to smell simply divine.]
[Holding him like this is perfect and Wanda has to stifle the urge to lean up to kiss Vision's cheek. She doesn't want to accidentally sabotage him with the distraction of kissing. It can wait a few more minutes, and until then she has the comfort of their casual embrace.]
Just like that, Vizh.
[After a while Wanda grins and glances up at him.]
[The advantage to it just being the two of them (and of being, as far as he knows, completely impervious to disease) is that he can just use the stirring spoon to taste his creation directly. It's very good, but missing...ah, there it is. He sprinkles just a bit of chili powder into the hot chocolate and stirs it up.]
There. Would you mind getting the mugs, dearest?
[The marshmallows go in last so they don't melt, he remembers that much.]
[Wanda grins and kisses his cheek - now that it's done, she can indulge them both. She has no intention of leaving his embrace just yet, however, and so she uses her magic to open a cabinet and levitate two mugs over to the counter.]
I can't wait to try it. And I'm sure it will be good with the pastries.
[Wanda blows on it first with a tiny bit of power behind the action. Vision may not be able to burn his mouth but she certainly can, and she doesn't want this memory tainted by accidental injuries, thanks. That done, she takes a sip, closing her eyes to better savor the flavor. The extra heat was a nice touch.]
Mmmmm...it's perfect, Vizh.
[She leans up to kiss him gently on the lips.] Just like you.
[This time, when she kisses him, Vision feels a light chill along his spine. For the first time, he's tempted to open up his mouth to that kiss, taste her with his tongue...but he doesn't, not yet. He needs to examine this first.
It shows in his gaze with a little bit of fire, more than usual. And he does squeeze her back with his free hand.]
[She notices that subtle shift in his expression and it brings more heat to her cheeks. Oh, she wants to kiss him again... but the tarts aren't getting any warmer. And she doesn't want to push too much, too quickly.]
We're a good team.
[Okay, she can be good, but her willpower doesn't go far enough to refrain from one last caress of his cheek before they return to the table.]
Come on. I'll summon some chocolate croissants we can eat with this too.
[Breakfast is delicious and charming, and Vision feels ever so slightly proud that he contributed to it for once. He'll have to do so more often, when they don't just feel like conjuring food, of course.
All the while, he's pondering and discarding ideas for what to do today to celebrate the holiday. There's nothing so pressing that it cannot be done tomorrow, but the snow is still deep enough that going for a walk in the woods might be something of a chore rather than a leisure activity. Going up to the little nook by the altar today is an absolute must...hmm. At a lull in the conversation, he decides to explore that thought a bit further, speaking slowly.]
Wanda? Are there any magic rituals you'd like to perform that are, er, powered by love? That is, I don't mean sex per se, but love. [He talks quickly to move past that bit, displaying the nervous tics that he has in place of blushing. He's not ready for that, not yet, but maybe--maybe the things leading up to it.] Because I would think this would be an ideal time to perform them, if so, and I, er, well, I'm willing to try them out, if you are, and, well--
[Better interrupt him before he loses his train of thought entirely.]
[He doesn't get to verbally flail much longer because Wanda's leaned over to kiss him. She's thought of doing a lot of things with him as they've grown closer that she doesn't voice: deeper kisses, soulmate magic, sex with or without magic...but if it's something he wants too, she could never deny him.]
What do you think of a protection spell? I could cast one for anyone, but for you...for us, it's different. We don't need a talisman. We can use our bond to weave a little of our power into each other.
[She smiles warmly and reaches up to stroke his cheek. It's purely based on love, but already the thought of this has her blushing. It's still a far deeper intimacy than anything they've done before, and that's what gives the spell its strength. It can be temporarily depleted, if enough power was brought to bear against it, but it can never be broken or taken away. Just like their love.]
There's...there's a lot of kissing. And it would bring our minds closer-- you would be able to feel what I feel without a special link.
[He listens carefully, a smile growing as she describes the spell. Especially the kissing part. And the chance to weave their power together permanently - he loves the sensation when they work together on a spell. Being able to draw on that any time has a unique appeal.
He grabs her hands and squeezes them, still warm from the hot drink he's been holding.]
That sounds perfect. And you could feel me without expending your powers, once it's built?
It wouldn't matter how far apart we are. You would still feel me when I need to leave to trade things.
[And vice versa: there would be no more worrying about whether the other is safe. They would know. And they would always have the warm glow of the other's love no matter where they are.
Wanda leans in to kiss him again, but this time she lingers.]
Come upstairs with me?
[They need no tools for this, only each other, and so Wanda leads him upstairs and to the little nest of pillows and blankets. It's grown quite a bit since the first time she brought him here. If she sees something comfy when she's out, well, now she has a reason to buy it and bring it home.
She settles on her side and pats the space next to her.]
I think you will need to take your shirt off, love. I need to be able to touch over your heart.
[It's not a problem for her since she never properly got dressed. Her nightdress is rather low-cut and Vision can easily access as much of her as he'll need to. But his shirt is definitely in the way.]
[Vision takes off his shirt without hesitation before joining Wanda in the nest of blankets and pillows. This is one of his favorite places in the house, for reasons both obvious and not-so-obvious: it's an excellent place for a romantic encounter, yes, but it's also where the magical energies that surround them gather in a way that feels utterly comfortable to him. It gives him a strong sense of belonging in the pattern of things.
Today's ritual should only enhance that feeling.
Some of his runes are beginning to glow a bit, anticipating what's going to be happening here soon, and once he's settled he catches the side of Wanda's face with his hand and inhales the scent of her, ending with a light kiss.]
[Wanda is only able to stare at him in awe for a brief moment, heat coming to her cheeks in anticipation.]
You're so beautiful, Vision, [she says in a hushed, reverent tone. It's always his eyes that do her in, but absolutely everything about him is irresistible to her. The sight of so much bare skin, the soft glow of his runes, the warmth in his gaze...it's momentarily too much. And the kiss only leaves her wanting more but-- she has to focus.] This is perfect.
[Fortunately for them both, the first part of the ritual is quite pleasant. Gently, Wanda rests a hand over his heart, marveling at how warm and soft his skin feels. It soothes something deep within her and slowly the butterflies in her stomach start to calm.]
Do you feel what you do to me, Vizh? Just one touch and nothing else matters. Only you.
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Zora! [Cat why. On today of all days...] She ate, but I think she got annoyed that I am working on this.
[Setting the bowl aside, Wanda goes to him for a hug and leans up to kiss his cheek. She hasn't changed out of her thin nightdress and so the warmth of his body encourages her to linger.]
Good morning, Vizh.
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What have you got there? It smells lovely.
[And then it occurs to him that she's baking before he got up, and that she's annoyed at the cat.]
My dearest, are you by chance making these for me?
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They're called love tarts. Today is a Valentine's Day, a holiday to celebrate love, and I wanted to make something special for you.
They were supposed to be a surprise, but... [Zora is a traitor.]
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Though I suppose you ought to finish decorating them? I did not know there was an entire holiday to celebrate love.
[He'll release her after another quick squeeze and find a place that will let him watch but that isn't in the way.]
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They're almost done. Normally they would need to cool a little more, but I know spells to make this faster.
Fortunately these are meant to look rustic so glazing the tarts or adding the final toppings isn't an exact science. Wanda uses her powers on them twice, once to cool the pastries and again to set the icing. That done, she puts several on a plate and goes to join him at the table.]
Chocolate is more traditional, but we can have that later. I wanted to make something for you the normal way.
[If she seems a little like she's rambling, she's definitely nervous. It's not uncommon for Wanda to cook and bake for them, but today feels a little weightier. She's even forgotten to conjure drinks.]
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He should do something for her today as well, Vision decides. But what?]
These are delicious. [They're still piping hot, but thanks to her magic not hot enough to burn. Not that his mouth would burn regardless, but it's the difference between a comfortable temperature and an uncomfortable one, and he appreciates it.] Thank you, Wanda.
[He rests his gaze on her, smiling.] What more ought I to expect today? Are there other traditions?
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We can make whatever traditions we want. If there's anything you want to do, Vision...I want you to be happy.
[She rests a hand on the table and her eyes flash red as she pictures what she wants - two mugs of hot chocolate. With marshmallows, of course.]
Maybe we could start with sharing some hot chocolate?
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[It's an easy admission, and to punctuate it he quickly takes one of her hands and kisses it. A whole holiday about love, and they can make their own traditions? His mind begins to go over the possibilities, influenced in large part by the couple of romance novels he's read from Wanda's library. Maybe...maybe she would be all right with more than these light kisses. He'll have to think about it and decide what he wants to try.
For now, the hot chocolate sounds lovely.]
I'd like that. Should I heat some milk, since you baked these for me?
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[It's hardly a secret, but Wanda likes to say it often. She's just so happy now that he's here with her, no longer simply surviving but actually living.]
I can help you if you want to try.
[Although today her version of 'help' is going to involve her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder. They take plenty of time for cuddling and kissing as it is but Wanda will shamelessly take any excuse she can get.]
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I'd like that.
[He saves a couple of the pastries to eat with hot chocolate, so it's not long before he has the milk simmering.] Now, I add the shredded chocolate slowly, yes?
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She moves with him as he gets started to find an unobtrusive (or as unobtrusive as being this close to him can be) place to stand at his side and rest her cheek against him.]
Yes, and you need to keep stirring. Even chocolate can't be saved if it burns.
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Slow and steady. Like the moonblossoms with the dreaming potion.
[He drops them in, tiny sprinkles of dark against the thick white milk, and continues stirring slowly until the liquid turns a darker shade, and then adds more chocolate. Here and there a bit of spice, and it begins to smell simply divine.]
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Just like that, Vizh.
[After a while Wanda grins and glances up at him.]
Do you want to taste it? It smells wonderful.
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There. Would you mind getting the mugs, dearest?
[The marshmallows go in last so they don't melt, he remembers that much.]
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I can't wait to try it. And I'm sure it will be good with the pastries.
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Carefully, he pours the pan of beverage into the two cups and tops them liberally with marshmallows, presenting one with a flourish to Wanda.]
For you. Do let me know if I've got the spices right?
[Although since he's just following a recipe, it should all be correct.]
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Mmmmm...it's perfect, Vizh.
[She leans up to kiss him gently on the lips.] Just like you.
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It shows in his gaze with a little bit of fire, more than usual. And he does squeeze her back with his free hand.]
Only because of your help, my love.
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We're a good team.
[Okay, she can be good, but her willpower doesn't go far enough to refrain from one last caress of his cheek before they return to the table.]
Come on. I'll summon some chocolate croissants we can eat with this too.
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All the while, he's pondering and discarding ideas for what to do today to celebrate the holiday. There's nothing so pressing that it cannot be done tomorrow, but the snow is still deep enough that going for a walk in the woods might be something of a chore rather than a leisure activity. Going up to the little nook by the altar today is an absolute must...hmm. At a lull in the conversation, he decides to explore that thought a bit further, speaking slowly.]
Wanda? Are there any magic rituals you'd like to perform that are, er, powered by love? That is, I don't mean sex per se, but love. [He talks quickly to move past that bit, displaying the nervous tics that he has in place of blushing. He's not ready for that, not yet, but maybe--maybe the things leading up to it.] Because I would think this would be an ideal time to perform them, if so, and I, er, well, I'm willing to try them out, if you are, and, well--
[Better interrupt him before he loses his train of thought entirely.]
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What do you think of a protection spell? I could cast one for anyone, but for you...for us, it's different. We don't need a talisman. We can use our bond to weave a little of our power into each other.
[She smiles warmly and reaches up to stroke his cheek. It's purely based on love, but already the thought of this has her blushing. It's still a far deeper intimacy than anything they've done before, and that's what gives the spell its strength. It can be temporarily depleted, if enough power was brought to bear against it, but it can never be broken or taken away. Just like their love.]
There's...there's a lot of kissing. And it would bring our minds closer-- you would be able to feel what I feel without a special link.
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He grabs her hands and squeezes them, still warm from the hot drink he's been holding.]
That sounds perfect. And you could feel me without expending your powers, once it's built?
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It wouldn't matter how far apart we are. You would still feel me when I need to leave to trade things.
[And vice versa: there would be no more worrying about whether the other is safe. They would know. And they would always have the warm glow of the other's love no matter where they are.
Wanda leans in to kiss him again, but this time she lingers.]
Come upstairs with me?
[They need no tools for this, only each other, and so Wanda leads him upstairs and to the little nest of pillows and blankets. It's grown quite a bit since the first time she brought him here. If she sees something comfy when she's out, well, now she has a reason to buy it and bring it home.
She settles on her side and pats the space next to her.]
I think you will need to take your shirt off, love. I need to be able to touch over your heart.
[It's not a problem for her since she never properly got dressed. Her nightdress is rather low-cut and Vision can easily access as much of her as he'll need to. But his shirt is definitely in the way.]
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Today's ritual should only enhance that feeling.
Some of his runes are beginning to glow a bit, anticipating what's going to be happening here soon, and once he's settled he catches the side of Wanda's face with his hand and inhales the scent of her, ending with a light kiss.]
Will this do?
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You're so beautiful, Vision, [she says in a hushed, reverent tone. It's always his eyes that do her in, but absolutely everything about him is irresistible to her. The sight of so much bare skin, the soft glow of his runes, the warmth in his gaze...it's momentarily too much. And the kiss only leaves her wanting more but-- she has to focus.] This is perfect.
[Fortunately for them both, the first part of the ritual is quite pleasant. Gently, Wanda rests a hand over his heart, marveling at how warm and soft his skin feels. It soothes something deep within her and slowly the butterflies in her stomach start to calm.]
Do you feel what you do to me, Vizh? Just one touch and nothing else matters. Only you.
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