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Wanda doesn't need to do something as sophisticated as calling Vision to find him when the clock finally hits zero and the Bishop's doors slide open. One moment there is nothing but the rest of the crew and then she feels so many other minds suddenly spring into awareness. It's dizzying.

But none are as bright or as beautiful as her Vision, and so Wanda knows exactly where she needs to go.

Not having any real outlet for her powers for so long has become incredibly uncomfortable and so Wanda flies straight to where she can feel him. It has the effect of bracing them both so she doesn't slam into him when she flies into his arms, and her powers curl around them both to support her weight and hold Vision close. Her power is tinglier than usual, a kind of wild magic - it would never harm him, but this could hardly be called a controlled display.

Wanda murmurs his name and kisses him deeply, heedless of everyone around them. She kisses him again, and again, until her heart has not had enough reassurance but her body desperately needs air. Here he is, safe and sound and solid in her arms. It doesn't make what the Agrii did any better, but they didn't hurt him.

Thistle has followed her - she was hard to miss - but even the little dragon can see that they need a minute.

"I missed you," she says lowly. "I missed you so much." Wanda can feel her eyes starting to water and so she buries her face in Vision's neck. Lack of sleep really hasn't helped with her stress levels, but she'll be all right soon.

The Vision doesn't particularly care if he needs to breathe or not. Right now, his needs are to hold Wanda as close to himself as physics will allow and to keep his mind open for her, missing the feel of her consciousness against his almost as much as he's missed the electric feel of skin-to-skin contact.

He's too busy returning her kisses with his own at first to say anything, but when she snuggles up against him he steadies his own breathing enough to respond, still kissing her hair and stroking her back reassuringly. "I'm here. I'm all right. And I missed you terribly."

He runs his thumb along her cheek, hopefully subverting any tears before they appear, and smiles brightly at her. "And I have missed privacy a great deal. Shall we retreat?" Because right now, a door that closes and a bed to call their own is very attractive.

Supported by her powers as she is, it takes no extra effort at all to wrap her legs around Vision's waist to get even closer. It's still not enough - she needs to feel his skin on hers but it's as close as she can get to him in public. So instead Wanda savors in sensation: her hands roaming over his back, the warmth of his body pressed against her, the softness of his thumb on her cheek. She turns her head to brush his fingertip with her lips, then fully emerges from his shoulder for another long, achingly-sweet kiss. She doesn't want desperation to steal all her softness. Vision only deserves her best.

Her mind twines greedily closer to his, thrumming with desire and longing and overwhelming relief. There's no hiding her exhaustion, but it's a low buzz compared to her other emotions. Right now she's just so happy to finally be able to hold him again.

"I need you, Vizh," she murmurs lowly, in a tone that leaves no doubt as to just how she needs him. "Take me home."

Her relief is strongly echoed by his own, and if there's a strain to his smile it has less to do with exhaustion and more to do with desperation. "As you wish," he says, deliberately echoing one of his favorite movies, and takes Wanda in his arms and flies to their claimed shop-home. It's still nothing at all compared to their cozy home on Naviadna, but even the little shopfront is better than being trapped on different ships. Thistle follows them through the sky, chirping happily as she settles down in her own little nest on a shelf.

The Vision doesn't seem to notice the little dragon; as soon as the door closes with a click he's got Wanda pressed up against a wall and vanishes his clothes, kissing her desperately and moaning his need. Yes, it's not a very long walk to the bed, but he needs to feel her body against his, and this requires less waiting. "Please tell me you want this as badly as I do," he says, almost panting.

Wanda is hardly an idle passenger on their way home: as they fly she presses kisses to Vision's cheeks and neck, traces her fingers over warm skin and smooth vibranium and lets her powers fully embrace him. Each kiss, each touch helps soothe the pain of their separation in the same way it throws gasoline on her desire for him. Objectively, she knows the flight isn't long but it feels like a small eternity.

The door to their home hasn't even shut before Wanda's struggling against her clothes, but she doesn't manage much progress before Vision presses her against the wall. She moans at the sudden expanse of warm skin beneath her and kisses him deeply, hands and powers wandering, no longer needing to worry about distracting him from flight. "Please, Vizh," she murmurs before claiming his lips again. Her hips rock down against him in a desperate bid to get closer and Wanda doesn't even try to stifle the sound it draws from her. "Need to feel you," she gasps breathlessly. "I've dreamed of this for weeks."

"As have I," he murmurs into her ear, following the words with a line of fast kisses down her neck. On a normal day, he likes to take his time with her, linger over the sweet spots and taste the different textures of her skin with laziness and a slow buildup to release. Not today.

He's only as careful with her top as he needs to be not to damage it; clothing is in short supply here, as much as he feels like he could rip it off. It's barely a consideration, though, because he needs his hands all over her right now, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts, slipping one hand down to see how wet she is and stroking there, not wanting to hurt her but impatient to enter her, to be complete again after a longer separation than they've had in over a year. "I need you," he says brokenly, as his fingers begin to thrust into her. "I need this. Oh, my love."

Wanda shivers and moans in response, tilting her head to grant Vision full access to her neck. It's still not enough, and for all her power Wanda's finding herself frustrated that she can't just magic herself out of her clothes. She needs to feel him as much as he needs to touch her, and she doesn't want to let go of him even for the brief moment it will take to get her top and bra off. But she has her powers to continue caressing him when her hands can't and as soon as she's free she reaches for him again. A kiss breaks on another moan and Wanda arches back against the wall to put her torso on full display for her husband.

"I am yours, my Vision," she murmurs, eyes closing in pleasure. She's so wet already that his fingers meet little resistance as they thrust into her, and Wanda's hips easily rock down to meet him. His fingers find that sweet spot inside her and she cries out, sending shockwaves of pleasure echoing through her powers in waves of tingles. "Be one with me," she gasps. "Need you closer."

Wanda doesn't have to ask him twice. As soon as she's sufficiently divested of clothing, the Vision moves his hand aside and plunges deep within her, crying out as soon as he does at the immediate feeling of rightness, of sheer relief and the physical slaking of his soul's thirst. He's still fully erect, but for him the moment of entry has always been just as intense, if not moreso. But now he has Wanda in his arms and against his skin and he's inside her and it's right again.

Later, he'll muse how it got to be so bad. How it shouldn't be so urgent when it's only a few local days apart - but it's the longest they've been separated since they started dating in the Fleet, and he's not used to being away from her physically at all. Yes, things had been different on Earth, but in more ways than one that was a lifetime ago for him, and Wanda never had to deal with it at all.

So after a long, searing moment of absolute relief, he starts moving inside her, the most urgent need slaked but still wanting to bring them both to climax, to relieve that last bit of stress left by their confinement in the ships. And once he's caught his breath again, he kisses her and kisses her. His words aren't coherent beyond "my love" and "Wanda" and various exclamations, but it's enough to express I'm yours and I missed you.

It's not a moment too soon. She is so desperate to have him closer that she could practically cry with want. Whether the Agrii had meant to hurt her or not, suddenly cutting her off from almost all of her psychic connections (except for Sansa and the fledgling bond developing with Tommy) had been a deep wound. Vision's presence in particular is a constant comfort; she's always aware of his love and support, and even when he'd fallen into a deep sleep on the Fleet she could still sense the warmth of his mind. There had been a Vision-shaped void in her mind these past days and she'd still found herself subconsciously reaching for him, just like she'd not been able to stop her mind from instinctively reaching for Pietro after his death. It was just second nature, like breathing. And every time she'd reached into nothingness the Bishop had seemed to grow just a little colder and darker. These wounds won't be truly healed until she can lose herself in him.

Wanda cries out as he enters her, so overcome with pleasure and sheer relief that her powers spasm where they hold him. She curls into her lover, kissing his skin anywhere she can reach, bliss flooding her as the barriers between their minds dissolve.

Oh, my Vision...

She loves this, the first moment he enters her as their minds and souls twine together and the rest of the world falls away. This will do the remaining work of healing and soon she will be able to focus on nothing but their pleasure. She could stay like this, savoring the feel of fullness and love, but their bodies have other needs.

They begin to move together and she's so wound up that it's not long at all before Wanda's pleasure spikes and she cries out for him. They kiss and kiss and kiss, Wanda slipping back into Sokovian endearments and praise when they part for breath. She may be healed, but she's certainly not sated. Her powers still embrace him tenderly, like the precious treasure he is. "Stay, love...please."

Edited 2019-12-03 00:07 (UTC)

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