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[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.]

[The room is a little cold to be so far from his embrace and Wanda's unsure whether she shivers from it or anticipation as Vision settles between her legs (it's probably both). Her body reacts so readily to him and Vision will find her already wet at his first touch. She makes a soft sound and closes her eyes, giving herself entirely over to his care.

She knows he'll take care of her, as she will take care of him. They always do.

Jolts of electric pleasure every time his lips or tongue find her clit echo through their link. She clutches at the back of his head to ground herself and try as she might, she can't keep her hips from rocking against him to the rhythm he sets. Her core aches to be filled and her breasts long for his touch but it's so good and she is melting beneath his mouth.]

Vision, Vision, mmmmm--!

[She's trying to be quiet. She's even mostly managing...for now. But if he keeps this up, Wanda knows from experience that Vision is more than capable of chasing her pleasure until she screams for him. And without his mouth, his cock, or his hand to keep her quiet Wanda's been left to writhe against the pillows and bite her lip in a desperate attempt to keep from crying out.

He is tormenting her in the best ways and she loves it.

Scarlet surrounds her fingers and wisps of it travel all the way down his back, teasing at caressing his butt and hips. She wants to reciprocate - and wouldn't it be wonderful if they took each other at the same time? - but perhaps Vision needs her surrender the same way she sometimes needs to chase his pleasure.]

[Oh, this is perfect. After the intense nights and anxious days, being able to lose himself in Wanda's pleasure is exactly what the Vision needed. It's a much lighter activity, somehow, than sinking into her completely; there's nothing he's been able to find that has ever equaled the perfection of that first moment of joining, but things have been heavy on the mind lately and this kind of release is just pure joy.

Although it is not, somewhat to his chagrin, less noisy.

He pauses after a particularly long lick and leans back for a moment so he can talk, looking absolutely naughty with pleasure. Not to lose momentum, he brings in his hand to continue rubbing lazy circles and occasionally reach down with his middle finger for a thrust or two.]

I'm not doing very well keeping your mouth occupied, am I?

[Wanda's back arches off the bed; she takes a sharp breath and lets it out shakily as Vision pulls away. She doesn't have time to work out if it's a respite or a terrible lack of his touch before his fingers are on her again and all she can do is make a soft, pleading sound. He knows her body too well. He must know, for example, that the inconsistency of his thrusts will just make her need for him burn hotter. It's not the soul-deep euphoria of their joining, but it's so good that all of her efforts to stay quiet have to go somewhere - her feet squirming, her upper body writhing back and forth against the bed, little pulses of power through the wisps caressing Vision's body.

But it's the sight of him, when she finally forces her eyes open, that makes her moan. Her Vision is always beautiful, in every way, but he is most beautiful through the haze of their shared pleasure.]

Maybe you should...help me with that.

[How really doesn't matter anymore but the need is becoming dire. His fingers find a particularly pleasurable spot inside her that takes her breath away and Wanda's helpless before him. She curls forward, eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying not to give them away if the walls are thinner than expected.]

Vis---mmmmm!

[The immediately obvious answer would be to kiss her soundly, but there's a part of him that worries she might not get sufficient oxygen if she's not in control of the situation. It takes him a few more long moments (deliciously long, although he's not really doing it on purpose this time) before he comes up with an acceptable solution. Well, he hopes she'll think it's acceptable.

He may be taking slight advantage of her, asking a question while she's in this state, but it's not as though she hasn't driven him mad with desire before in similar situations.]

What would you think of a position we've not tried together yet? That is, a "sixty-nine". I'm told it's very nice.

[Yes, to facilitate this, he shifts enough so his cock is out and ready, hot against her legs.]

[Her hips continue working against him while he thinks and gradually the touch of her powers becomes more erratic. It pulses with extra energy in some places while briefly completely disappearing in others. Clearly Wanda is struggling to maintain it along with her volume level, and remaining completely silent is a fight she is never going to win.

She murmurs his name alongside broken endearments and pleas as he continues this sweet torment. Her powers aren't enough; she desperately wants to touch him--]

Please, [she whispers. Linked as they are, Wanda can read exactly what that entails and Vision can surely feel her shiver of anticipation. She trusts him completely - they may not have tried this position before but it does seem, as Vision so mildly put it, like it could be very nice indeed.] Let me touch you.

[Except that's not quite it, is it? Wanda makes another soft sound of pleasure and tries again.]

Let me taste you.

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[He won't deny that her powers getting more erratic like that is erotic in a very ego-stroking fashion; look what he can do to her, it says. Look at how much she desires him. With night after night of people prying around in his mind and bringing his deepest regrets to the fore again and again, the simple fact that he is wanted this badly soothes the unease and discomfort.]

Of course, love. Come here.

[The positioning is somewhat awkward, at least at first, but if there are a few giggles that make it through the walls, well, that's not as bad as it could be. The trick here, he thinks, laying on his back and using both hands and mouth to puzzle out the upside-down configuration, will be not to smash anyone's nose.]

Vision...

[Her power dissipates, but he might catch the brief flicker of scarlet in her eyes. Wanda feels a little unsteady as she shifts, but she trusts Vision to support her if she really does need it.

Getting into the correct position is a little awkward. She can't help but giggle a little at her own pleasure-induced clumsiness, placing soft kisses on Vision's hip and thigh by way of apology.

(But mostly because she really can't help herself.)]

Mmmmm, here you are...

[It feels like she must mostly be in position and Wanda can help herself no longer. She bends to press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock and gives him an experimental lick. The different angle of approach feels a little strange, but perhaps she can find new ways to pleasure him, places her tongue can't normally stimulate.]

[Truth be told, half the reason he wants Wanda to be on top right now is because her weight pressing down on him grounds him in a very real way; he's not worried at all about being able to support her, should she need it.

He has to curl a little to get at just the right angle, but once he does his explorations begin in earnest. She's just as wet as she was before, and if he has to find a slightly different position for his mouth now, it's not any great strain, judging by her reactions.

It becomes doubly pleasant when her mouth finds his cock, though, and he finds himself moaning in earnest. This might become a test to see how well he can focus while under distraction, but if he falters a little under the exquisite pleasure of mutual stimulation, well, Wanda might not mind too much.

Especially not when he knows she can feel the echoes of it, what she does to him. It's beyond compare.]

['Very nice' turns out to have been one of Visions more notable understatements. Their shared pleasure quickly blurs into the most pleasant haze and it becomes very hard to pick out whether she's moaning because of what he's doing to her or from the echoes of what she's doing to him. And Wanda sucks at him as enthusiastically as always, bobbing over his cock and taking him in as far as she can. She's moaning steadily now, to the point that it might be a problem if she wasn't conveniently muffled.

But this time her powers join her hand in stimulating what she can't reach. It's not something Wanda made a conscious decision to do...it just feels as right and natural as everything her mouth is doing. She is his completely and she desires him with all that she has. Why wouldn't she offer all of herself?

She treasures this - all of these little intimacies that they alone could ever share.

Her powers are still erratic, and the control to keep them steady while he's driving her absolutely out of her mind with pleasure is something that's going to take more experimentation. But for now it doesn't matter. All she needs is to show him how deeply loved and desired he is, how his devotion is equally matched with hers.]

[Sometimes he still doesn't believe he can have this kind of closeness with anyone, despite all the reassurances she gives him. It's why physical demonstration is as effective as it is; she knows it, too, and never fails to deliver. And oh, but the times they can both give and receive together are the best. They are definitely going to have to repeat this once they get back to their own bed.

The addition of her powers gets a distinct gasp from him, and he has to clutch at the sheets not to thrust up into her mouth. She's just determined to drive him wild, isn't she? And being able to feel how close she is to cresting, he doubles down on his efforts, knowing (and sharing) that that will most likely push him over the edge as well. He can't use a helping hand, not at this angle, but he does know from experience he can make her come with just his mouth, and he puts all of that experience to use now.]

[Not to be outdone, she too redoubles her efforts. He deserves everything she can give him and Wanda's determined to make him come on his own, not just because of their shared pleasure. She quickens her pace, the scarlet wisps becoming even more erratic, and sucks hard when he finally pushes her over the edge.

It's still difficult sometimes to believe that anyone could want her this completely but here they are. Vision doesn't just tolerate her strangeness, it's part of why he loves her. They just fit together in ways that no one else possibly could.

And she knows if she sucks on him just so and if she lets all the love she feels for him overtake her thoughts...maybe some reassurance will remain in the wake of his pleasure. She loves him completely and nothing can ever change that.

When the intensity of her orgasm subsides and coherent thought is once again possible Wanda finds herself half-collapsed on him. She gives his cock a few more gentle licks for good measure and laughs. As much as she wishes she could see the look on his face, moving is not happening for a while.]

Vizh...that was...that was wonderful.

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