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Gently tonight, love.

[She smiles up at him and utter adoration blossoms through their link. She would do anything for him, anything at all to make him happy or keep him safe.

And so if there might be a way around their current dilemma, Wanda's game to try it.

She kisses the head of his cock again and the hand resting on Vision's hip glows scarlet. Delicate wisps of power wind around him and hold his hips fast - now he can't thrust into her mouth even if he wants to, and Wanda is free to go at a pace she finds comfortable. It's clear she's still a little out of sorts. Her magic is a little erratic, and it's manifesting in tiny tingling pulses of power against Vision's skin.

She meets his gaze again, grins, and gives his entire length a generous lick.]

Is this all right?

[Wanda Maximoff has in her repertoire many gifts, all would agree. One of those most precious to the Vision is one that no others can see, at least not that he knows of: she has the near-magical ability to take his nebulous desire and find a way to give it form and bring it to life. Instead of straining against himself, he safely struggles against her restraints and yet another one of those persistent tension-knots releases from him.]

Yes. Oh, my love.

[Tenuous though it may be, the link pulses with gratification and relief. It's...oddly freeing. It's exactly what he needs, and he strains fruitlessly against it, smiling all the more with each frustrated thrust.

Slightly erratic though they may be at the moment, this use of her power is an effective way to show Wanda is in control - something he'd been worried sick about for hours. It makes the torment of her gentle movements more than bearable.]

Mmmm...I think you like this.

[Her voice is syrupy sweet; of course she can sense his pleasure but oh, the things his voice does to her...]

I want to hear you, [she tells him before taking his cock in her mouth as far as she comfortably can...and then pulling away] There's no one else here, love. Just us.

[He's going to have ample opportunity to test the strength of his magical restraints because Wanda has no intention of granting Vision his release just yet. She is gentle and oh-so-patient with mouth and tongue, intending to work him up a little more each time and then turn away to press lavish kisses to his hips and thighs. He told her to take what she needed, and tonight she needs this slow, extended lovemaking. She needs to drown her senses in him and let that ground her - no fever dream could ever compare to the reality of her sweet Vision. He's too perfect for even Wanda's very active imagination to simulate.]

Edited 2019-04-08 20:37 (UTC)

[It doesn't escape him that of all the things she could choose to do, of all the ways she could take her pleasure with him as he's given her explicit permission to do--what Wanda chooses is instead to pleasure him. There's something achingly pure in that.

But it's true, of course, that they needn't worry about making noise here; reminded of it, he lets out a moan filled with desire. And if what she wants is to hear him, he has plenty to say on the matter, abrupt and interrupted though it might be by her ministrations.]

You have a way of finding what I need most, Wanda. Things I do not even [he inhales sharply] that I do not even realize I have a need for. What I am incapable of realizing I need on my own. Everything I know of--of two people who can find themselves in one another--all of it is filtered through you. You are the shape of my desire.

[Nope, there goes coherency again.]

[Wanda moans around his cock and gazes up at him, love and desire burning brightly through the link. She woke wanting him badly and his current pleasure feeds into hers as it always does, but the things he's telling her now spark something more inside her that spurs her on. She won't be satisfied until he's screaming for her, until she collapses on his chest completely spent.]

You're perfect, [she tells him the next time she surfaces for air to let him cool off a little.] Not because you were made to be perfect but because you chose to be. And we fit so well together. [Kiss.] I thought I would never feel happy or safe or loved again. And I never knew I could want someone this much. [She grins and very deliberately licks the nearest seam between skin and vibranium.] You saved me, Vision. We belong together.

[She kisses Vision's hip again and returns to hovering over his cock. Her core throbs with need, but Wanda wants to play with him a little longer. His pleasure is just so delicious and she loves being able to indulge him. Their inevitable joining will be even sweeter for the delay.]

I love you. I need you.

[And moaning, she takes him in her mouth again.]

Oh, Wanda.

[How can she say she feels safe around him, when he'd just let her get hit with a tranquilizer dart? And yet here she is, back to herself again and only feeling a little of the lingering effects. The usual protests fly through his mind - surely she would have found love if he hadn't been there, surely there would have been another path to happiness - but they'd been there for one another, and that was the path they'd followed.]

You have me. All of me. I'm yours.

[Straining against the hold she has on him, aching to have her go faster, harder, and getting only slower and gentler responses - it is delicious torture, and he's eating up every moment of it even as he hungers for more. After a brief wordlessness as she takes his cock into her mouth and he cries out, he catches his breath and finds her eyes to gaze into.]

Every day of my life is more precious because you are in it.

[And then, effort spent, his eyes roll back and he moans again.]

Please, I need--

[Is he asking her to please continue? Please delay it more? Please don't leave a guy hanging? Even he's not sure, he just knows that he needs, and that he needs her.]

[Her only answer at first is to moan around his cock again at the sheer force of his desire. It's a heady feeling, knowing that she's brought Vision's mind to a complete halt with nothing more than her mouth. For all her power, even she can't pick out what exactly he wants anymore.

Perfect.

She could happily stay right where she is for a few more hours (or all night, for that matter), but her own desire is becoming quite insistent and she could deny him nothing. She'll just steal one last long suck for good measure.]

I know, love.

[Wanda smiles warmly at him and shifts slowly up his body, leaving more kisses and licks in her wake, until she's straddling him again.] I'm going to give you everything you need.

[This is the most passionate kiss she's managed all evening, and although it's still not quite at her usual level, the hunger behind it is obvious. She wants - needs - him just as much as he needs her. Her powers thrum with her excitement, and as they kiss, the scarlet wisps wind higher up Vision's body until everything from his hips to his arms is lovingly restrained. She gazes down at him, out of breath, and cups his cheek with a glowing hand.]

My beautiful Vision. I love you so much.

[Wanda's sigh quickly turns into a loud cry of pleasure as she slowly lowers herself onto his cock. This might be the sweetest torment yet - they haven't moved this slowly since their first time and Wanda's lust is on full display. She arches back and cries out with wanton abandon as he hits a sweet spot inside her and it's all too much. Pleasure - hers? his? both? - whites out her mind and she's not aware of anything else until she finds herself resting breathless in the crook of his neck with his cock buried deep inside her.]

Vision...Vision...

[Her power retreats until it's once again only restraining his hips. She hadn't wanted him to have to fight the urge to just pull her onto him.]

Hold me? [She needs a minute; that was intense and she hasn't even started moving.]

[By the time Wanda's lips reach his, the Vision is nearly panting with desire. The restraints are exactly right; he wants very badly to take her in his arms and have his way with her now, and that would defeat the whole purpose of the slow and deliberate pace she's set. This way he can struggle with those urges and still reap the benefits of allowing Wanda to do exactly as she will.

He cries out her name as she ensheathes him. A good portion of that pleasure that's giving her a whiteout is coming from him, and no mistake: the first entry of their lovemaking has always been important to him in a way he can't adequately express, and this is a particularly exquisite example. Because it's symbolic? That's part of it, but he's never been able to put his finger on the rest of it, not really. But it's something to do with belonging, and with Wanda showing him in the most physical way that he is loved.

Accordingly, as soon as his arms are free he wraps them tightly around her, murmuring comforting things into her hair and peppering it with kisses.]

Wanda, my love. You're all right.

[Yes, yes, she's been awake and coherent and teasing him mightily for some time now, but he's still terribly relieved that the tranquilizer doesn't seem to have done any lasting damage. This is the best kind of reassurance he could have asked for, and giving her the reins is deeply satisfying in ways he's still surprised about, after all this time. (Not that he hadn't done something similar to this before, at home, but this is different in a number of ways, and, to his mind, is far superior.)

He tilts her head up and curls down a bit for another kiss to her mouth, not as hungry as the last one but just as sweet.] You are everything to me, Wanda. Do you know that?

[And then he loosens his grip so he can stroke down her sides and along her breasts, resting his hands on her hips at the end.] Now, love. Show me what you need.

[Their joining is always intense, but it's never left Wanda this overwhelmed before. He is everywhere, he is everything, and she is laid bare mind and heart and soul for Vision to claim at his pleasure. All is soft and sweet: she kisses and nuzzles his neck while he presses kisses to her hair, and gradually Wanda grounds herself in him. The floor could become lava for real right now and she'd neither notice nor care. How could she notice anything but how right being fully one with him feels? His skin is alternatively soft and smooth under her lips and she keeps being drawn in for more kisses, more contact.

She closes her eyes to better savor their kiss, moaning when they finally part.]

Vision...don't you feel it? My heart beats for only you. I am yours in every way.

[His touch sliding down her body makes her sigh and arch again - she is so very sensitive right now that it really doesn't take much.]

I need you, [she murmurs as she begins to move in short, slow rolls of her hips that keep him buried deep within her. A little experimentation finds the right angle and soon each stroke is hitting her deepest pleasure point. Wanda soon dissolves into moans and wordless cries and desperately calling his name, finally free to let Vision know just how much she enjoys this. Her powers still hold him, but each pulse of pleasure sends tingly shockwaves across Vision's skin.]

Vision, Vision, love you, ah--!

[He may be restrained from moving in time with her, but the Vision finds that this is of no consequence in the slightest; he continues to use his hands gently on her, conscious that she is highly sensitive right now.

--This is made difficult by the absolute torrent of pleasure she's giving to him, of course, and the shivers of her power as she rides him is almost wickedly erotic. Here is what she feels, spelled out in the pulse of her powers across his skin. Here is the echo fo it across their emotional link. Here are the sounds as she cries out (his name, she's calling out his name).]

Wanda. Wanda!

[That's all the warning she gets as he comes hard into her. He's usually better at holding it, making sure she's reached her climax first, but he's been in such a state today that he needed this too badly.

Then again, perhaps it wasn't too quickly after all. She does seem to be awfully close, and he can hold the erection as long as he wants.]

Oh, my love.

[His pleasure pushes her over the edge and she comes just as hard for him on another cry of his name. Her hips lose all rhythm in an attempt to get him closer, deeper, anything to draw out this all-consuming ecstasy. It feels right in the most primal way; they fit so well in body and mind and heart that it's almost as if he had been made for her or she for him.]

Vizh...

[It's all Wanda can manage before she has to kiss him. And again, and again, until the burning in her lungs forces her to release him. Her hips have continued rocking in gentle, slow motions to draw out the pleasure, and she's not done with him yet.]

I need this. I need to feel like myself again. [She traces a finger lovingly down his cheek, followed by a trail of scarlet. Her power is still buzzing with pleasure, tingling so much that even Wanda can feel it where she straddles him.] And I want you to scream for me.

[His immediate hunger sated, the Vision kisses Wanda back slowly, langorously, signalling that he is happy with the way things are going and wouldn't mind more. He's perfectly capable of holding his libido in check (it helps that he only has sex organs when he actually wants to have them), but when he's given permission to have more, well.

He'll scream for her, all right. She's too good at giving him mind-blanking bliss; she knows how to send him over the edge again and again.

He cups her cheek in his hand again and pulls her down for one more kiss.]

I need you to feel yourself again, as well. And I think--with this [he touches the scarlet outline of her power along his hips, smiling almost shyly] you shall have no difficulty achieving your goal.

[If nothing else--nothing at all--it's undeniably erotic that the way Wanda comes back to herself is with him. It makes him ache with that feeling he had such a hard time identifying at one time, breaking his heart and healing it all at once.]

I am yours, Wanda. Always.

[How does he always know what to say to make her heart melt? Wanda kisses him deeply in answer, feeling a similar long-buried ache in her chest start to ease. Physically she holds all the power, but her heart is utterly (safely) in his hands. One kiss is hardly enough to contain the sudden swell of emotion and Wanda bends to claim his lips again and again even as she feels her eyes starting to water.

She is safe with Vision, Wanda knows that. But something is different tonight. Maybe it was Vision protecting and caring for her after the accident in the forest, or maybe it's their current complete surrender to each other. Either way, soon her cheeks are wet with tears as she continues kisses him to the point of breathlessness. It's too intense an emotional release and she cannot get enough of him.

There's no pain in their link, just a nameless jumble of emotions, and Wanda's hips continue their torturously slow rocking against him. Pleasure is beginning to build again, but right now it's taking a back seat to the intense feelings he sparks in her.]

My heart...I love you, [she whispers desperately between kisses, as if there's any way he could have any doubt.] I love you.

[He doesn't, of course; she melts his heart just as easily with what she says, and often enough he doesn't have words at all that encompass how he feels about her. Luckily for him, he doesn't always have to. She can feel it for herself.

The words help, though. He moans his response into their joined mouths, kissing her desperately as his passion rises again.]

I love you, Wanda. I always have. I always will. You are everything to me.

[Her hips pause just as another wave of pleasure washes over her. How are they ever going to leave this bed? She could stay here for an eternity just like this.

Tenderly, Wanda reaches up to cup his cheek, marveling at how soft his skin feels to her poor oversensitive nerves. She could easily lay here for hours running her hands all over him when her stamina gives out. He is perfect and any time she can spend with him is perfect, no matter what form it takes.]

You're my home, Vizh. You are everything I need.

[Wanda starts to move again, moaning into another kiss as a fresh wave of wanting overtakes her. Her stamina is still a little hampered, and she won't be able to ride him as much as she wants. But she has enough in her to make another round count.]

I will always be yours.

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