unbearablynaive | IC: Inbox

[Mind? Perish the thought. Wanda gets a smile that mirrors her own, and after a few quick taps to save his work he sets the frame down and scoots the chair over to be next to her. It's a tight fit, but no worse than it had been when sharing one of the narrow single rooms back on their ship.

He picks up one of her hands and gives it a quick kiss.]

Good morning, Wanda. I'm well enough, given the general lack of meaningful activity during the daylight hours. Yourself?

[Sweet as always. Wanda smiles and reaches out to cup his cheek.]

Different, after what happened. [She wonders if he remembers. What happens in her own mind is clearer to her than the things she sees in everyone else's, and sometimes she only has impressions to go by instead of even a single fragment of memory.]

I wanted...I needed to see you.

[What happened. He narrows his eyes, trying to chase down the elusive fragments.

Oh, there they are. Dreamlike, except that under normal circumstances he doesn't dream at all. He sounds hesitant.]

Koschei the Deathless. And there was a dragon?

[He closes his eyes at her touch, smiling apologetically.]

I'm afraid my memory of it isn't complete.

Well... [Her smile is gentle as she traces over his cheek with a glowing red finger. Seems like some of their efforts stuck.]

You were a very handsome prince and you helped me make peace with the dragon and defeat Koschei. I could never have done it alone, but together we can do anything.

[Oh. Well, that is a change. His eyes open wide and he smiles at the caress.]

Then I'm glad I could help you. These Calibrations are always very surreal, and yet.

[His thoughts churn for a moment and he squeezes her other hand lightly.]

I think I was able to help you because you welcomed me. Does that sound right?

[Surely he wouldn't have appeared as a character in the story if she hadn't accepted him so thoroughly first.]

[He really does like it. Encouraged, Wanda continues stroking his face in that fashion.]

It didn't feel strange for you to be there. You're always welcome in my mind.

[There were places reserved for them and marks his love has left on her in the golden flowers. She remembers being a little agitated about his sudden appearance, but it was because she was afraid of him getting hurt, not that she wanted him to leave.]

I'm yours, Vision. In every way.

[Of course he does. There's nothing else quite like the feel of Wanda's powers.]

As I am yours, Wanda. Always.

[Though the thought that engenders makes his expression change to a rueful one.]

Or so I wish I could say, but these close quarters are even worse than the Twin Roses for any kind of privacy. I'd spend the nights with you if I could.

We could try but I think they would just move us.

[They're already changing her clothes at night, and moving her back to her room is much lower on the list of invasive things they've all had to put up with over the past several days.

Wanda's smile softens and she traces that finger down to Vision's chin to gently tilt his head up for a kiss.]

There's no one stopping us from spending time together now...

[He kisses her back hungrily, surprising himself with his need. One would think the unique psychic intimacy provided by the Calibratios would be enough, but...either it's less effective than the full package or he's just become accustomed to Wanda's touch and is having a difficult time without it.

Proximity to others be damned.]

Please. [His voice is rougher than he intends it, and he starts nuzzling his face against Wanda's neck and leaving light kisses.] Please, I need this.

[She moans softly, not enough to worry about it carrying, and tilts her head to grant him better access.]

Vision...

[She'd move to his lap but she doesn't have it in her to pull away from his kisses. What they've had in their calibrations was wonderful, but being kept apart from him for so many days has left her longing for his physical touch. It's so strange to go from living in such close quarters to suddenly sleeping entirely alone. Even when he fell into a deep sleep that had lasted for days, she'd still been able to curl up at his side...

Wanda's hand shifts to cup the back of his head and continue tracing nonsense patterns while wisps of power flow over his scalp, down his neck, and fan out over his back.]

Touch me, please.

[Oh, good. Good. He lets out a breathless moan and his hands move over Wanda in response to her powers touching him, running them up and down her body as if he's a blind man who's forgotten her shape. He shifts to be closer to her, and without conscious effort they're both on the bed with the Vision under Wanda and smiling up at her, breathing heavily in between deep kisses.]

Do you think the soundproofing in this room is adequate?

[His hands on her are heaven and Wanda arches into his touches with a soft, pleased sigh. He feels so good, so warm against the chill of the Marsiva.

She bends to kiss him again and somehow between kisses they move to lay on the bed with her hair falling all around him. She laughs breathlessly and descends on his lips one last time before answering.]

I think Atroma might want everyone to hear us. [More drama, right? She trails a finger lazily over his chest.] How quiet do you think we can be, love?

Do they?

[He's not even sure this part of the voyage is broadcast, but then again, who knows? Besides, he has more important things on his mind, like his girlfriend sitting on top of him. Why didn't he track her down sooner?]

Ambient noise levels being what they are, I suppose I could try to match them without going over.

[He's smiling as he runs his hands up her again, though he pauses briefly for an acknowledgment of permission before letting them run over her breasts.]

[Wanda makes a soft approving sound and Vision will be able to feel her nipples stiffening through her clothes. Oh, this was exactly what she needed. The psychic making out would have been enough if they weren't constantly kept apart, but all these days of sleeping and waking alone have left her starved for his touch. All their kisses in Calibrations did was inflame her waking need for him even more.]

Help me take this off? [she murmurs between kisses.] You're so warm. I want to feel you.

Yes, of course.

[He helps her slip off her top and half sighs, half groans to feel the smooth warmth of her skin under his hands and his lips. Today he seems to be hungry for contact, rather than jumping straight to the erogenous zones, but that doesn't mean her breasts don't get attention. Her breasts always get attention; he finds them irresistable. But he's spending just as much time exploring every other curve and plane and hollow, chasing that electric sensation that's unique to skin-on-skin contact.]

I'm sorry I didn't propose this sooner, love. I've missed you terribly.

[She, too, is desperate for the feel of his skin on hers. What comes of that is less important right now - she just needs his touch, his warmth, the simple comfort of twining their minds together. Goosebumps rise on Wanda's skin and her soft pleasured moans continue as he touches her. His hands on her breasts are just as satisfying as his touches on the rest of her body.

He'll be able to feel her love for him shining brightly in her mind with an underlying current of mingled desire and relief. She needs this. She needs Vision, in whatever way he's comfortable having her. Privacy, she knows, is important to him. She's trying to be quiet, but she can't completely stifle her moans. His touch feels too good and she's been so long without even a casual caress...]

Mmmmm...I'm here now, love. And I won't leave until I have to.

[She leans down to kiss him tenderly. If Vision wanted, she would be more than happy to fall asleep in his arms every night from now on even if the Atroma will just move them back to their rooms.

She's braced on one arm but her other hand is free to explore his chest, mapping out every inch of him as if she's forgotten (never) how he feels beneath her.]

Just be with me.

I'm here with you.

[It's difficult for him to put into words, but feeling Wanda's solid weight on top of him soothes a need in him that he didn't quite realize was there. There's something just a little too cold about the Marsiva, between the sterile appearance and the impersonal way they're all herded around and shoved off into one anothers' headspaces without notification or consent. Warm and bright and smiling, Wanda is the perfect antidote to it all.

He'll gladly agree to at least falling asleep together, even if they don't end up there when they awaken.

He shifts his skin back to its 'naked' configuration, knowing she likes it best when they're like this, and keeps one arm firmly on her back while the other explores. He's not in any rush to finish undressing her, not yet, but if things happen to go that way he'll...just try very hard to be quiet.

For all he knows, the rooms are perfectly soundproof. But he's not sure.]

I believe we could take a day for ourselves. It's not as though there are any other pressing tasks demanding our attention, hmm?

[His arm anchored around her waist is a perfect antidote for that elusive adrift feeling she's been fighting. It's odd - she isn't alone by any means and her powers haven't been muted. She certainly feels much closer to claustrophobic than isolated. But with nothing to do but wait for the night cycle to come and no real privacy, she's become drained and listless.

But Vision is quickly curing her of that and Wanda smiles warmly when she finds herself laying on warm skin. It's hard to imagine 'better' when she's longed for his touch so badly that everything feels wonderful but this elicits a soft sigh as she shifts to lay soft kisses over his collarbone.]

You're so beautiful, [she murmurs, lips brushing his skin in between kisses. She says it often, but the lingering memory of a mirror and a hotel room make her want to reiterate it. He is beautiful in every way, always, but never as much as in these softer moments.] Can you feel what you do to me, love? Even with just a touch?

[She is already getting blissfully lost in the feel of him and every nerve seems so much more sensitive. How fortunate that the room and the hum of the Marsiva provides some cover - quiet she can handle, but Wanda couldn't be silent even if she tried her very best.]

[After nights of unconsciousness and intrusions, it is so, so good to be able to relax fully under the touch of someone he trusts absolutely. It had been harrowing, whether he remembers it clearly or not, to experience some of the worst parts of his past again - and to probe into the minds of people he cares about as well. Is it any wonder he's stressed out by it?

He moans into her mouth with another kiss in response, moving his body up to meet hers, skin tingling with the sense-memory of each light kiss against his skin.]

It is no less than you do to me, every time.

[How fortunate he is to have found a lover he can lose himself so completely in. Wanda helps him find his own desires and give them life; how was he to have realized that he needed time alone with her? It wasn't as though he hadn't gone just as long (longer) without her before. It had practically been par for the course back home. But this is different in so many ways.

He pauses for a moment and tugs her chin up so he can meet her eyes to say something.]

I love everything you are, Wanda. I feel as though I don't say it enough, but I do love you.

[...it's not as though he's stingy saying it, with or without actual words, but it feels so inadequate.]

[Her hands aren't idle even if he's paused her kissing, but she slows, fixating on the plate of vibranium over Vision's heart. Wanda's touch is as tender and careful over metal as she is over skin - he is so very precious to her even though she knows he is far from fragile.

She makes a soft sound as she gazes down at him, a sort of wonder in her eyes as if she's really seeing something for the first time. It's not the first time he's made the point that he loves all of her, but it is the first time in the waking world that she truly understands. Some part of her isn't going to surprise and frighten him someday. He does see all of her...and he really does love everything he sees.]

I know, Vizh. I feel it. You've always seen me clearer than I can see myself.

[She kisses him then, a tender, emotional kiss before her eyes can fill with tears. Something inside her has healed with her understanding and grown even closer to him.]

I love you, Vision. With everything I am.

[There is always, always, a thrill as Wanda skims her fingers over his vibranium skin. yes, the flesh is extra sensitive where it meets the metal, but more than that--it's a physical demonstration that she accepts and finds joy in his least human parts. It means she's happy with him, even when he has doubts about himself.

She's a little more familiar with those doubts now, if she remembers what she experienced in his mind. And yet here she is, saying she's still just as madly in love with him as he is with her. Maybe even moreso than before it all.]

I would say the same of you, Wanda. I've lost count of the number of times you've been able to tell me what I was feeling. Why I'm feeling it. [Another kiss.] I want you to be as happy as you make me. If I've succeeded, even a little, then this is all worthwhile.

[He earns another moan for that kiss. Oh, this is such a sweet burn and Wanda can do nothing but surrender to it. Vision could ask anything at all of her right now and she'd grant it in a heartbeat.]

You make me happy in ways I didn't know were possible. Even after... [It's still a hard thing to voice but she doesn't have to. He knows.] I thought I could never be happy again.

[Now it's her turn to kiss him with growing passion and Wanda makes another soft sound.]

You saved me in more ways than you know.

[Or maybe he does, if he remembers seeing certain memories the other night.]

[He catches her cheek in his hand and strokes it gently.]

You've always had the strength to save yourself, Wanda. All I've done is help you find it.

[The need for ever more intimacy is beginning to outweigh his fears of not being able to keep quiet. In fact, his grin sharpens as he thinks of a perfect way to keep his mouth occupied. The hand on Wanda's back slides over to her hip and begins to dip under her waistband.]

May I?

[She closes her eyes and leans into that touch. It's sweet, even as she can sense both of their desires rising to a point where they can no longer be ignored.]

Of course, love. Move me where you need me.

[Oh, she knows that smile - he has a plan and she's going to like it. It's so hard to stay away when their minds are entwined like this, but Wanda does her best. This, whatever it is, can only be a welcome surprise.]

[A little maneuvering later, Wanda's clothes are all off and the Vision is putting his tongue to work on her, supplementing his licks with caresses from one hand and bracing himself with the other. It's not quite having her sit on his face, but it's slightly more practical. He can't make too much noise if his mouth is busy, right?

As much as she seems to enjoy giving him oral, he's just as eager to please. Inhuman patience means he can take his time and make sure she's thoroughly satisfied, and if he has to rely on nonverbal cues for fear of being overheard, well, that makes it more of a challenge in the most exciting way.]

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