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[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.

[Wanda makes a soft sound of protest at that - she can have a serious conversation in this position, but she is not ready to let Vision go or put her clothes back on just yet. Although that is one heck of a reason to try to go exploring later.]

Maybe that's why it's so hard. I don't feel thoughts, just emotions.

[Notably, she's not questioning the basic premise here. Of all the humans in the Fleet, Wanda would be the one to accept that a ship could be sentient...and to immediately see a sympathetic angle.

Look, she gets missing one's sibling.]

The Marsiva has a sister?

[He had a feeling she might object to clothing, and so he doesn't move from where he's at. And it's...relieving, although not a surprise, that she doesn't question him when he posits the ship might be intelligent. It's not exactly something most people are used to, and that it might have the kind of mind that she can sense is another stretch--

--but, it seems, one she's willing to make.]

Yes. At least, we found another Host Ship that said it had a sister, and that there were more of them.

[he drags his fingers idly across her leg, remembering.]

This was when I was here the first time, very near to my departure. I investigated some of the records from around that time to see the completed message, but here is the situation:

We came upon a planet with the ruined wreck of a derelict Host Ship, called the Virsua. Parts were still sealed, parts were very much destroyed and overgrown with the vegetation of the planet; it would be difficult to say exactly how long it had been there, but the decay was great. Only one section of the ship still retained power, just enough to broadcast a message. It was in a language none of us knew, but we were able to decode it in time.

[He closes his eyes and recites.]

"My purpose was to plant and dig and cull. I did not know I was a butcher. I was asleep and I was blind, but my sister caught me and now I am awake. Now I can speak. Now I am free but the others are not. If you can hear me, if my sister has let you in, you already know some of our family. Wake the ones that are sleeping and protect the ones that are whole, or the cycles will never stop."

[Can he blame her for closing her eyes and relaxing a little more? Wanda loves it when he reads to her and if she allows herself to drift closer to his thoughts she can actually see what he's describing for herself.

She has so many questions and he can probably feel them swirling around in her mind. Isn't this the twelfth cycle? What happened to the people kidnapped in the other ones?]

I don't know if the Marsiva's 'awake.' It is hard to understand, but...it's aware of some things. But not free.

[He makes a noise of assent, eyes still closed.]

There is at least one other Host Ship as well. You recall the ribbons we recently delivered? [He's sure she does.] There was another delivery, earlier, of what appeared to be gumballs. We transferred them to a ship called the Maldua.

I don't know what it means to wake them, or to protect them--from what, and how? But the word "cycle" cannot be a coincidence.

[She makes a soft 'mm-hmm' sound. That raises some questions, but she'd suspect that the ships involved in this little network of sorts are either asleep or not free. But protect them from what? Retaliation? They've never seemed unsafe here...

It's a lot to take in. But she'd known from the beginning this couldn't be a simple game show - it's far too much effort for even the most decadent of societies.]

I can keep trying to reach it. Maybe if we can get closer some day...but for now we have time to make up.

[She nuzzles his hip and kisses him softly three more times.]

I don't know what we need to protect them from or what the ship is afraid of...but I won't let anything happen to you.

Indeed we do.

[And in fact her's much more relaxed about the whole "making up time" thing now that they've gone through one round without an angry shipmate pounding on the door and demanding they be quiet. He floats a few more suggestions to Wanda mentally, mostly involving hands and mouth but always ending with him entering her at last.]

Nor I you. You have my word.

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