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[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.

[As always, Wanda knows him better than he knows himself. Is it the way she picks up the intensity? The single-minded determination she has to show him pleasure? That's certainly a part of it. She wants him to be happy just as much as he wants the same for her.

And he's not moving anywhere until she does. Guess they're trapped.]

Agreed. The initial reviews were perhaps lacking in nuance. I found it much better than a simple "nice".

[Yes, there's a light teasing note in his voice. Is said voice also slightly muffled due to coming from underneath Wanda's legs? Also yes. He sighs happily and begins tracing his hands up and down her sides and buttocks, more for the closeness than to try to entice her into another round right away. After a few quiet, happy moments like this, he speaks again in a hesitant voice.]

I--am sorry I didn't come to you. The Marsiva makes me uneasy.

[She settles with her cheek against his hip and her hand lazily tracing nonsense patterns all along his other hip and thigh. While Wanda doesn't have the ability to move right now, she still wants to touch. And Vision's hands on her feel so good...

...they're definitely trapped.]

Or maybe you're so much better than everyone else.

[She turns her head to press a kiss to his hip, more than happy to stay like this a little longer.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[Why yes, she is completely comfortable having a serious conversation even in this position. She can focus - Vision's emotional needs are far more important than anything else.]

[He snorts at that.] Perhaps you simply appreciate my efforts better than I have any right to expect.

[He responds with a shrug, invisible but for the bunching of his muscles against her body.]

It's sterile, it's without any form of true comfort, it's a reminder that we are under the near-complete control of our hosts, it seems to stimulate certain glitches among us, it has little in the way of privacy, and we've no true idea of the amount of time that passes while we're in here. I'm sure there are other reasons as well.

[So about the same reasons it makes her feel uneasy, minus her own history with experimentation, and nothing she can directly solve. But ease...maybe. Wanda turns to press three more kisses to Vision's hip, heedless if they fall on skin or metal or both.]

I should have come to you sooner, Vizh. I...I wanted to give you space, if you needed it.

[The nights have been rough and Wanda's been left feeling raw and uncomfortably exposed, along with her general fatigue from never being able to withdraw to relative psychic quiet. She didn't want to put any additional stress on him...but it seems all they've really done is denied each other some much-needed comfort.

She falls silent for a moment, but her fingers continue their explorations.]

...have you felt anything strange? Something that isn't us.

I have no difficulty finding space when I need it. [Why does he feel himself relaxing? This is not the most comfortable position. But then, if he's been uncomfortable anyway, what's a little physical awkwardness compared to a state of emotional well-being?]

How do you mean? A presence here that isn't one of the passengers?

[You have his attention.]

[It really isn't their most comfortable cuddling configuration ever, but Wanda is still relaxes enough to drift off. It must be the length of his body pressed against her, the warmth and softness of his skin against hers. Well, that and the simple fact that she's missed him terribly.]

It's...it is not always something I can feel. But I know it was there. It's anxious about something.

Anxious? [She can probably hear the frown in his voice.] Is it another passenger, do you think? Or perhaps something--already here in the ship?

It's faint...not here with us. I don't know if it is trying to hide or if it's just far away.

I tried to send it comforting thoughts but it didn't work.

[He makes a "hmm" noise, going over several different possibilities, and then speaks slowly.]

It is a very large ship, and there are supposedly others on it - the new hosts who are not Diamond and Beau [he hasn't "met" them yet, so he's only heard about them] and perhaps the captured Interceptors. But could you tell if the presence felt, ah, human? Or human-adjacent.

I can't feel anyone else. Just us and this.

[He can't see it, but she closes her eyes and reaches out again. Hmmmm...]

...I don't know what it is but I'm sure it's real.

I've no doubt it's real. [There's no hesitation in his voice. He has faith in her abilities, and that extends to sensing vague presences aboard the ship.]

But a sense of anxiety, you say? Does it have direction?

[Anxious about what, he wonders.]

I...I don't know. I've tried to calm it, but...

[These glitches have her starting to wonder if she's going crazy. But safely resting atop Vision, she's much more relaxed and better able to focus and filter out the psychic noise of the other passengers. Wanda's reached out dozens of times and while she sometimes met with silence...yes, it's there this time.]

I can feel it right now, but barely. Just...just be with me.

[She needs a minute to try to get a better read, and the hand that had been stoking his sides is blindly reaching back for his hand.]

[Hands he can at least do, even from this position, and he grabs Wanda's firmly. It's difficult to describe, but sometimes he feels like he can be an anchor for her - like he can strengthen the tether between her mind and others. Perhaps it's because when he focuses he can relax into his own matrix and give her some kind of homing signal?

Regardless, he squeezes her hand.] I am here.

[This works with anyone she's close to, but only with Pietro or Vision has it ever reached this level of effectiveness. Anchored in Vision's mind and their joined hands, she has a protected place to reach from.

She's quiet for a moment, again trying to project soothing energy, but this time something's different and Wanda's breath catches.

She knows this fear.]

...a sister. It's worry for a sister.

[He stiffens, and there's no mistaking that. A sister? From an unknown presence on the Marsiva?

He chooses his next words carefully.]

Can you tell if it is awake, or if it sleeps and you are only feeling its dreams?

It reacted to me this time. It...

[And just like that, it slips away to rejoin the background psychic noise of the ship. Wanda swears softly in Sokovian.]

It's gone. Maybe if I could get closer...

[He squeezes her hand again.]

We could try to see if anywhere we're allowed access to is closer, but it would require clothing.

[But he's sure willing to, if that's what she wants. First, though, he should expand on what he meant earlier with the question.]

I...think you may be hearing the ship, Wanda.

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