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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[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?