[Pulled close until he's pressing against Wanda, electrified by the wisps of power running through her, Vision kisses her fiercely. His mouth opens up under her questing tongue, and somewhere along the line he finds his eyes have close and he's gripping her tightly. This is definitely more than he's been comfortable initiating in the waking world, but here--
--nothing can hurt him here. Or, rather, she is the only thing that can, and she's not going to. So when the kiss ends, the expression he gives her is smoldering. And, admittedly, if his flushing were visible he'd be very flushed right now, so it's probably a good thing that his skin is already red. Though pressed up close together as they are, she might notice a reasponse in a certain other area....
Regardless, his somewhat dazzled smile gives way to a softer one, and he gives her hair a single stroke.]
You truly don't mind waiting for me?
[In the world above, he means. This is its own sort of reality, but it's as far apart from the social structure of their normal lives as anything is able to get.]
[Oh. She could melt under the heat of his gaze, and Wanda's definitely aware of his body's response. She stays exactly where she is - silent approval without pressuring Vision to do anything about it, even though her eyes have darkened and she wants. The Abyss is a special place, and they could safely make love here when they both decide the time is right. Witch cannot be broken in her soul's home.
That time probably isn't tonight, but that's not why she brought him here. Vision being here at all is a special kind of intimacy she wanted to share with him.
Wanda briefly closes her eyes as he strokes her hair and sighs softly. Everything feels so charged here, even the slightest touch can either soothe or arouse.]
It doesn't feel like waiting. I want you, Vision. Your heart, your mind, your love. [She rises on her toes to kiss his cheek.] Your happiness. Sometimes I wonder if I wished you to me. You are everything I could ever want, just as you are.
[There is a hint of sadness in her smile - she wishes it could be different. It's good that the Blood are so open about sexuality, but she hates that Vision has somehow come to the conclusion that what he has to offer is somehow lesser without it. It's hardly as if she could in the waking world even if he felt ready. She could pleasure him, but she couldn't be one with him the way she suspects they both want.
She finds one of his hands and guides it to the Sapphire flare over her heart. It's warm in a comforting way and pulsing in time with her heartbeat.]
Do you feel it? What you've done to me? Only true love could do this.
[Vision closes his eyes and holds Wanda to him, tightly. The simple permission to be as he is and not as society wants him to be is worth so much to him, even though it's not a novel sentiment coming from her. Here there are no lies, no illusions, no doubt. If Witch says he's good enough how he is, then it is true. (He will change. He will, eventually, grow into the Consort's ring that waits for him. But Wanda knows from her own experience and her brother's that rushing that kind of development means it might never be as strong as it could be otherwise, whether it's an Offering to the Darkness or another kind of relationship.)]
You have it, Wanda. You are the bed in which the river of my happiness flows. You are the earth in which the flowers of my joy take root and are nurtured. My smile is brighter when it is reflected in yours.
[He opens his eyes when she guides his hand to the Sapphire flare. Pietro must have just as large a share of her heart, and he's Sapphire as well, but there's no mistaking the familiarity of that particular shade of power.]
I feel it.
[With it comes the realization that he's already inside her, in a far more intimate way than the physical act alone would grant. He kisses her again, hand still on the flare at her heart, and he's somehow not surprised to feel its pulse quicken in time with Wanda's heartbeat.]
I hope it helps you feel how much I love you in return. All of you, Wanda. [He touches that pointed ear again, delighting in the way it makes her shiver.] What I see every day, and what I now know to be true about you.
[Will they ever learn more about where he's from, what race he belongs to, who his people are? Well. His people are Wanda's Court, now, but as for the rest of it, this is a pretty good indication that she, at least, won't mind learning whatever secrets his form holds. Another splinter of anxiety that he doesn't have to worry about any more, and he already feels better for it.
[This is proof that Witch can blush, and from nothing more than the sheer purity of Vision's love. He has a wonderful talent with words and she has no defense at all against such a gentle heart. Touching her ear earns another shiver and Wanda closes her eyes and rests her head on his shoulder.]
I was so afraid that I would frighten you... [But that was silly, wasn't it? She nuzzles a little closer and lets her love bleed through their connection.] But I understand now.
[Anyone who loves her enough to mark her soul like this could never be afraid of her. Pietro has seen her too, and there are stubborn Sapphire and Gray flares of power that never stray far from her shoulder blades. She always feels his support and love, just as she always feels Vision's.]
This is...we are sleeping, but this is more real than a dream. You should remember anything that happens here as easily as things that happen when you're awake.
[Vision holds Wanda close and smiles down at her closed eyes, pleased that his words seem to be doing his feelings some justice.]
You don't frighten me. [And even here, deeper in the Abyss than he could ever reach on his own, the words are true. He's not an idiot; he knows the forces outside this bubble of protection would rip him apart faster than he could blink, but he also trusts her absolutely, and so he is not afraid.]
Ah, I am glad. Though I think perhaps I will not speak of it to anyone else.
[He has a pretty good idea that Pietro must have seen her like this, and possibly others, but it can't have been too many of them. This is rare and precious, and he is honored to be trusted enough to see it.
Besides, he's not going to tell anyone that the Queen crawled into his bed if he can possibly avoid doing so. That stays between them. He huffs lightly as his mind wanders there, though.]
Just be sure to guide us back out before sunrise, hmm? I don't want a certain Sceltie to wake up and find you missing.
[She rests against him, at peace but not tamed. It's an important distinction, one all her Court understands, but in matters of the heart it's especially significant. Wanda cannot change her fundamental nature as Witch and trying to would completely destroy her. Strucker hadn't cared; he had only wanted a figurehead Queen to prop up his own power. Pietro had protected and supported her, Natasha understands in a way only another Black Widow can, and Vision...Vision cherishes her in all her facets.
And Zoran is just a delight. Wanda laughs and nuzzles Vision's neck.]
I'm not afraid anymore. He won't panic. But...he is not very good at keeping secrets.
[One day, this won't be a secret and she will be able to love Vision more openly. But until then...no lazy mornings cuddled up in bed together. She'll just have to find another way to make it up to him, which shouldn't be hard at all.
For now, though, she's content to stay like this a little longer. Dawn is still a while off, and Wanda always feels most complete here. She's glad she could share this with him tonight.]
Oh Vizh...the Sapphire sings when you touch me. You make me feel like I'm glowing.
[Wanda untangles herself enough to cup his cheek and guide him down for another deep kiss, once again working her tongue into Vision's mouth. She loves the more passionate kisses they can share here in the privacy of the Abyss.]
My heart is yours, my Prince, [she tells him a little breathlessly when they part.] However you want it.
Like this, [he responds, just as breathlessly,] and any other way you would have me, my Lady.
[It's not hard to believe the Sapphire sings when he touches her. He can feel it in his own way, rushing through his bloodstream and energizing him just to be in proximity to her. If he helps Wanda feel like she glows around him, she makes him know that he's alive.
Sometimes he wonders where he came from before he woke up in Wanda's garden, but times like this cement the knowledge that it doesn't matter. Nothing from his life before could possibly matter as much as being held by Witch in the Abyss, and hearing that she loves him.
They hold each other and kiss, and talk of inconsequential things for a while longer, but eventually she guides Vision back up to the Sapphire and releases him, and his mind makes its way back as from an ordinary dream until he awakens to find himself snuggling with a dozing Wanda in his arms, just as dawn is barely beginning to light up his window. He basks for a few glorious moments in the warm comfort and then presses a light kiss to her forehead, speaking softly.]
[She is powerful, but even Witch can't stop time. Eventually she has to release Vision and drift back down into the Abyss herself, but she does so knowing that she's still physically in his arms. She's dimly aware of Vision's presence as she drifts and is able to relax knowing that he's sleeping peacefully.
She'll have to bring him here again someday. Vision saw her, really saw her, and they'd spent their time kissing more than they have in the waking world. It had been a wonderful night of freedom, and her love for him has only grown.
Time is fuzzy. She's next aware of a gentle kiss and blinks awake, red briefly flickering in her eyes. She's warm, and cuddled up much closer to Vision than she'd been when they'd fallen asleep. It's not surprising, though, and Wanda's first instinct is to burrow closer into his warmth.]
[And he does, indeed, remember the dreaming reality that is Witch in her true home. It's a sign of trust, and he feels deeply honored.
It doesn't stop him from tucking his arms and legs around her, comfortable and warm and reveling in the feel of her body against his. Oh, he could get used to sleeping like this far too easily.]
Five more minutes, but not six. My day begins early enough as it is.
[He inhales the sweet scent of Wanda's hair and sighs contentedly.]
I would say this was a successful experiment. You are welcome here whenever you wish.
[Wanda makes a soft sound of approval and gently nuzzles his chest. It would be so easy to let herself drift back to sleep like this if only time wasn't against them. Vision's so warm and she feels perfectly safe wrapped in his arms like this. If only they could stay like this every night...]
Then we will have to make it count.
[She shifts just enough to press several soft, gentle kisses to the skin and metal over his heart. Not too many, and nothing passionate - this isn't the Abyss, and in the waking world they aren't quite ready for the same level of intensity.]
I liked this, too. If you're sure...then next time I will stay with you. And if you ever reach for me, I will come.
[He exhales with a barely audible moan when Wanda kisses his chest. Oh, but that feels good, to have her lips on the seam between metal and skin. Nobody seems to know why he's like this, if it's natural for his race or due to some Craft mishap or--something else entirely. Some visitors have even mistaken it for a bizarre kind of cosmetic or illusion.
But they're a part of him, and Wanda, at least, seems to know how to make him feel grateful for that.]
I'm sure. [He strokes her hair lightly, an impossibly tender smile on his face in the dark of the room. Maybe someday...maybe someday this can be the normal way of things. A fanciful thought, but he likes it.
For now, though, the day will begin in earnest soon, and he kisses her lightly on the lips one last (first?) time before he gets out of bed to face it.]
[She smiles against his skin, feeling an undeniable sense of pride at knowing such a simple act had brought him pleasure he couldn't hide. She doesn't know why he's like this either, but it doesn't matter. It's part of him, it's not causing him any harm, and she loves Vision exactly the way he is.
They share one last tender kiss before Vision rises and Wanda rolls on her back with a groan before following suit. She could easily stay here the rest of the morning, but for now they can't be caught like this. Maybe one day...
She returns to her room without incident, and if anyone noticed, no one says anything. Wanda finds herself even more inclined to find reasons to stop by his office in the coming days and she spends the day of the play fighting anxious flutters in her stomach. There's still nothing particularly unusual about the Steward accompanying his Queen to a play, particularly with her Master of the Guard and court's Black Widow also in attendance. There's also nothing unusual about her choice of dress. It is nearly backless, but it's a style favored among the Blood. She may have chosen it for the off chance that there might be occasion for Vision to put his hand on her back. But it's unlikely that anyone but Natasha would automatically realize that.
Her hair is half-up, pinned in place with several sparkling star-shaped clips, and she keeps nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt as she waits in the parlor for the others to finish getting ready. Predictably, Vision's the first...although Wanda's pretty sure Natasha may have just contrived some excuse to hold Steve up. Nothing gets past her notice, and certainly not their budding romance.]
Vizh! [She can feel her cheeks heating up like she's any other girl in love.] You look good.
[She wants so badly to kiss him, but she's not sure they have time so instead she scoots over on the couch.]
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--nothing can hurt him here. Or, rather, she is the only thing that can, and she's not going to. So when the kiss ends, the expression he gives her is smoldering. And, admittedly, if his flushing were visible he'd be very flushed right now, so it's probably a good thing that his skin is already red. Though pressed up close together as they are, she might notice a reasponse in a certain other area....
Regardless, his somewhat dazzled smile gives way to a softer one, and he gives her hair a single stroke.]
You truly don't mind waiting for me?
[In the world above, he means. This is its own sort of reality, but it's as far apart from the social structure of their normal lives as anything is able to get.]
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That time probably isn't tonight, but that's not why she brought him here. Vision being here at all is a special kind of intimacy she wanted to share with him.
Wanda briefly closes her eyes as he strokes her hair and sighs softly. Everything feels so charged here, even the slightest touch can either soothe or arouse.]
It doesn't feel like waiting. I want you, Vision. Your heart, your mind, your love. [She rises on her toes to kiss his cheek.] Your happiness. Sometimes I wonder if I wished you to me. You are everything I could ever want, just as you are.
[There is a hint of sadness in her smile - she wishes it could be different. It's good that the Blood are so open about sexuality, but she hates that Vision has somehow come to the conclusion that what he has to offer is somehow lesser without it. It's hardly as if she could in the waking world even if he felt ready. She could pleasure him, but she couldn't be one with him the way she suspects they both want.
She finds one of his hands and guides it to the Sapphire flare over her heart. It's warm in a comforting way and pulsing in time with her heartbeat.]
Do you feel it? What you've done to me? Only true love could do this.
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You have it, Wanda. You are the bed in which the river of my happiness flows. You are the earth in which the flowers of my joy take root and are nurtured. My smile is brighter when it is reflected in yours.
[He opens his eyes when she guides his hand to the Sapphire flare. Pietro must have just as large a share of her heart, and he's Sapphire as well, but there's no mistaking the familiarity of that particular shade of power.]
I feel it.
[With it comes the realization that he's already inside her, in a far more intimate way than the physical act alone would grant. He kisses her again, hand still on the flare at her heart, and he's somehow not surprised to feel its pulse quicken in time with Wanda's heartbeat.]
I hope it helps you feel how much I love you in return. All of you, Wanda. [He touches that pointed ear again, delighting in the way it makes her shiver.] What I see every day, and what I now know to be true about you.
[Will they ever learn more about where he's from, what race he belongs to, who his people are? Well. His people are Wanda's Court, now, but as for the rest of it, this is a pretty good indication that she, at least, won't mind learning whatever secrets his form holds. Another splinter of anxiety that he doesn't have to worry about any more, and he already feels better for it.
He tilts his head to one side curiously.]
Is this a dream I will remember?
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I was so afraid that I would frighten you... [But that was silly, wasn't it? She nuzzles a little closer and lets her love bleed through their connection.] But I understand now.
[Anyone who loves her enough to mark her soul like this could never be afraid of her. Pietro has seen her too, and there are stubborn Sapphire and Gray flares of power that never stray far from her shoulder blades. She always feels his support and love, just as she always feels Vision's.]
This is...we are sleeping, but this is more real than a dream. You should remember anything that happens here as easily as things that happen when you're awake.
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You don't frighten me. [And even here, deeper in the Abyss than he could ever reach on his own, the words are true. He's not an idiot; he knows the forces outside this bubble of protection would rip him apart faster than he could blink, but he also trusts her absolutely, and so he is not afraid.]
Ah, I am glad. Though I think perhaps I will not speak of it to anyone else.
[He has a pretty good idea that Pietro must have seen her like this, and possibly others, but it can't have been too many of them. This is rare and precious, and he is honored to be trusted enough to see it.
Besides, he's not going to tell anyone that the Queen crawled into his bed if he can possibly avoid doing so. That stays between them. He huffs lightly as his mind wanders there, though.]
Just be sure to guide us back out before sunrise, hmm? I don't want a certain Sceltie to wake up and find you missing.
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And Zoran is just a delight. Wanda laughs and nuzzles Vision's neck.]
I'm not afraid anymore. He won't panic. But...he is not very good at keeping secrets.
[One day, this won't be a secret and she will be able to love Vision more openly. But until then...no lazy mornings cuddled up in bed together. She'll just have to find another way to make it up to him, which shouldn't be hard at all.
For now, though, she's content to stay like this a little longer. Dawn is still a while off, and Wanda always feels most complete here. She's glad she could share this with him tonight.]
Oh Vizh...the Sapphire sings when you touch me. You make me feel like I'm glowing.
[Wanda untangles herself enough to cup his cheek and guide him down for another deep kiss, once again working her tongue into Vision's mouth. She loves the more passionate kisses they can share here in the privacy of the Abyss.]
My heart is yours, my Prince, [she tells him a little breathlessly when they part.] However you want it.
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[It's not hard to believe the Sapphire sings when he touches her. He can feel it in his own way, rushing through his bloodstream and energizing him just to be in proximity to her. If he helps Wanda feel like she glows around him, she makes him know that he's alive.
Sometimes he wonders where he came from before he woke up in Wanda's garden, but times like this cement the knowledge that it doesn't matter. Nothing from his life before could possibly matter as much as being held by Witch in the Abyss, and hearing that she loves him.
They hold each other and kiss, and talk of inconsequential things for a while longer, but eventually she guides Vision back up to the Sapphire and releases him, and his mind makes its way back as from an ordinary dream until he awakens to find himself snuggling with a dozing Wanda in his arms, just as dawn is barely beginning to light up his window. He basks for a few glorious moments in the warm comfort and then presses a light kiss to her forehead, speaking softly.]
Morning is almost here, my love.
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She'll have to bring him here again someday. Vision saw her, really saw her, and they'd spent their time kissing more than they have in the waking world. It had been a wonderful night of freedom, and her love for him has only grown.
Time is fuzzy. She's next aware of a gentle kiss and blinks awake, red briefly flickering in her eyes. She's warm, and cuddled up much closer to Vision than she'd been when they'd fallen asleep. It's not surprising, though, and Wanda's first instinct is to burrow closer into his warmth.]
Five more minutes?
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It doesn't stop him from tucking his arms and legs around her, comfortable and warm and reveling in the feel of her body against his. Oh, he could get used to sleeping like this far too easily.]
Five more minutes, but not six. My day begins early enough as it is.
[He inhales the sweet scent of Wanda's hair and sighs contentedly.]
I would say this was a successful experiment. You are welcome here whenever you wish.
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Then we will have to make it count.
[She shifts just enough to press several soft, gentle kisses to the skin and metal over his heart. Not too many, and nothing passionate - this isn't the Abyss, and in the waking world they aren't quite ready for the same level of intensity.]
I liked this, too. If you're sure...then next time I will stay with you. And if you ever reach for me, I will come.
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But they're a part of him, and Wanda, at least, seems to know how to make him feel grateful for that.]
I'm sure. [He strokes her hair lightly, an impossibly tender smile on his face in the dark of the room. Maybe someday...maybe someday this can be the normal way of things. A fanciful thought, but he likes it.
For now, though, the day will begin in earnest soon, and he kisses her lightly on the lips one last (first?) time before he gets out of bed to face it.]
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They share one last tender kiss before Vision rises and Wanda rolls on her back with a groan before following suit. She could easily stay here the rest of the morning, but for now they can't be caught like this. Maybe one day...
She returns to her room without incident, and if anyone noticed, no one says anything. Wanda finds herself even more inclined to find reasons to stop by his office in the coming days and she spends the day of the play fighting anxious flutters in her stomach. There's still nothing particularly unusual about the Steward accompanying his Queen to a play, particularly with her Master of the Guard and court's Black Widow also in attendance. There's also nothing unusual about her choice of dress. It is nearly backless, but it's a style favored among the Blood. She may have chosen it for the off chance that there might be occasion for Vision to put his hand on her back. But it's unlikely that anyone but Natasha would automatically realize that.
Her hair is half-up, pinned in place with several sparkling star-shaped clips, and she keeps nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt as she waits in the parlor for the others to finish getting ready. Predictably, Vision's the first...although Wanda's pretty sure Natasha may have just contrived some excuse to hold Steve up. Nothing gets past her notice, and certainly not their budding romance.]
Vizh! [She can feel her cheeks heating up like she's any other girl in love.] You look good.
[She wants so badly to kiss him, but she's not sure they have time so instead she scoots over on the couch.]
Are you excited?