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[seeingscarlet]

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."