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[unbearablynaive]

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[seeingscarlet]

[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.

[unbearablynaive]

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.

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda moans softly. Yes, yes, and yes? She needs him, in whatever way he wants to have her. And so her kisses begin traveling over to his lower stomach, dangerously close to where he wants her.]

I love you, Vision.

[There's a fierceness underlying her feelings of love this time - no one will ever even try to harm him without answering to her first.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Yep, looks like it's time for round two.]

I love you, Wanda Maximoff.