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the cold never bothered me anyway

Who: Wanda Maximoff and you!
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes, planetside
When: Throughout December

i. hot springs
[Oh, she could very happily stay here forever. The warmth of the water feels amazing and even her powers feel calm and refreshed. Wanda spends much of her time here, stretched out in the water with a tablet and almost the most relaxed she's ever felt.

She looks up from her reading at approaching footsteps and waves, flashing a lazy smile. This might be the happiest most people have seen her.]

ii. deck the halls
[Wanda's easily swept up in the preparations for the daily festivities - if she's not helping put decorations somewhere that can't be reached without a ladder, she's probably working in a kitchen, swapping recipes with the natives and doing a little experimentation of her own.

Maybe she's approached you for your opinion on the upper levels of a tree, or maybe she's holding out some sort of berry pastry she made in collaboration with her partner today.]

What do you think?

iii. let it go
[The tree is beautiful and even the air here feels oddly charged. It's electric, making something deep inside her thrum in time with the musical tones. Even her power stirs within her, turning her green eyes a softly glowing red.

Wanda lays a hand on it and involuntarily scarlet glows from her fingertips in response. Maybe she should be concerned that it has such a strong effect on her, but everything feels so joyful here.]

It is real, [she says in hushed, awed tones.] I wonder if the other stories about it were true.

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You're certainly brighter, yourself. [Bright, yes. Sharp? Focused. It's hard to put into words, but once or twice he's flown high up into the atmosphere and let out a beam of energy to prevent it from building up in a strange way. Being around Wanda helps to calm it, though, and he's not sure if it's because she can siphon it off (she does nautrally bleed away much more energy than he does, when she's charged up) or for some other reason.

Either way, her touch relaxes him, reminds him he's safe here.]

I trust you with everything I am, Wanda. I know you would let nothing hurt me.

[He presses a light kiss to the heel of her palm, eyes half-lidded in comfort.]

Though I don't think this is anything dangerous, simply a presence.

[She smiles and traces a finger lightly along the vibranium bordering his face. Touch, either giving or receiving, relaxes her. And she knows he's a little more sensitive in the places vibranium meets flesh.]

My powers feel...different, too. I think maybe they would feel like this if I had been born with them? But it isn't bad. I still feel safe.

And better with you here.

[His presence feels so much stronger, a soothing warm glow against her mind. It's a sweet intimacy, and it feels like she could quite easily drift as deeply into his mind as sex brings her.]

Like Kitty and the others, you mean? [He's often been curious about the mutants and what had led some worlds to have natively-powered people born among baseline humans with apparently no interference from Infinity Stones. Would Wanda have found it easier to gain acceptance, if there were so many others? Or would society have rejected them even more strongly? (Both, from the way he'd talked to Kurt about such things.)]

Perhaps you'll be able to reach this level of comfort regularly with enough practice. [He's half drifting off himself, letting the waters and Wanda's touch soothe away the little stresses and cares, ease the larger ones. It's easy to sink into the comforting presence of her mind and to open up his own for any comfort she can derive from him.]

Do you think this water retains these properties if taken off the planet? Or is it part of the environment? [He's felt the singing. It's not the first singing planet he's been to, and the other was also very relaxing and comfortable to him when they'd been there.]

I hope so. I didn't know my powers could feel like this and it's...nice. [Like they're seamlessly part of her, not this strange thing that spends most of its time banished to a corner of her mind.] They don't feel frightening at all.

[She shifts while she talks so she can bring her other hand into play, stroking the neglected half of his face. Vision's holding her quite securely and she trusts him not to let her fall.]

I don't know. It might be the presence on this planet?

[In fact, he holds her a little tighter and keeps his eyes locked on hers while she strokes his face.]

If this is what it takes to let you trust yourself as much as I trust you, then I hope we can stay here for a very long time.

[He follows it with a kiss, slow and languid but much deeper than he usually gives her in public. But then, he's relaxed and comfortable, and the way Wanda is caressing his face he feels a warm desire building in him. He knows she can sense it - their minds are too entangled right now not to - but even so, physical expression is the best way to communicate it.]

[There's no one else here, for now at least, and Wanda's not shy in returning the kiss with equal intensity. She cups his cheeks while they kiss and then her fingers return to exploring and massaging anywhere she finds tension, moving around to the back of his head.]

You've always seen me best. Better than I ever could. [And this is why, even before their feelings had blossomed into love, Wanda has always been better when Vision is around. He believes in her completely, even when she can't.] I love you.

[She kisses him deeply again, her own desire growing alongside his until it reaches her eyes. This time, instead of returning to green when they part, her eyes stay a steady scarlet.]

[Some people might find that frightening or off-putting. Not him. Perhaps it is because he trusts her with it, but there's also a part of him that finds comfort and relaxation whenever someone else shows off their powers or abilities; most of them do, on the Twin Roses, and it's one reason their ship is pretty tight-knit. It's a reminder that he's accepted and he's not human, and that the two of those things don't have to be related.

Wanda's never failed to see him for who he is rather than what he is, and he'd love her just for that if he didn't have a thousand other reasons to already.]

Ought we to go somewhere more private, love?

[Or, a small part of him thinks (and he knows she can hear it, they're too entwined to keep things from one another at this point), should he see what he can get away with in public like this?]

Hmmmm... [And surely he can feel her quick sweep of the area and brief calculation of risks versus rewards. Wanda grins.] I only feel us. I think maybe we can stay a little longer.

[She leans in close, pressing kisses across his cheek and nuzzling the vibranium near his auditory sensors.] What did you have in mind? Show me.

[They're so closely psychically entwined at this point that she'd see his imaginings anyway, but she wants him to deliberately show her. It's such a turn-on.]

[All she has to do is ask and his nebulous desires sharpen into focus, and it takes little effort to bring them to the forefront of his mind. The first is obvious enough - his hands under her bathing suit, fingers thrusting in and rubbing, trying to keep the noise down so any surprise visitors wouldn't know what was going on.

The second...something they haven't done (here) yet, but the time is ripe: his mind provides images of tendrils of scarlet power over his cock, caressing it and bring him to climax without a physical touch being involved at all. She's feeling comfortable with her powers now, and there's a very different kind of intimacy with this kind of trust.]

It's your choice, my love.

[Wanda strokes Vision's cheek fondly as his desires take shape. The first would be delightful - she is beginning to ache for his touch - but the second...oh. A wave of desire crests in her and Wanda can't help but lean in for a hungry kiss. They haven't tried anything like this before, not since the glitch that had rendered Vision intangible and made her powers the only way they could touch at all.

And tonight, when she's feeling so in harmony with her powers...it's too sweet a temptation to pass up.]

Let me pleasure you, [she whispers.] I want to watch you come.

[Her hand slides down his neck to trace over the seams in the skin on his chest, a tendril of scarlet following in its wake and gliding lower to caress his stomach.]

But promise me you'll tell me if it starts to feel uncomfortable?

[It's not that she's worried about hurting him, exactly, but this might be more intense than they're anticipating.]

[How is it, he wonders, that his mouth can possibly be dry when they're breathing in steam from the hot springs? He supposes it's better than shivering, which he almost felt like doing. Wanda's words, her desires, the tone of her voice, and most especially her eyes have that effect on him, and one last covert glance around to make sure there's no one else watching is followed by a pleased sigh and a shift, and then his cock is nestled between them. It's not hard yet, but that will take barely any effort on Wanda's part.]

I will, if you promise to tell me if anyone approaches us. I'd rather not be caught in a compromising position, if it's all the same to you.

[She kisses him gently in reassurance.]

Don't worry about that. I'll take care of you.

[She's braced with one hand on his shoulder and the other between them directing her power as it continues even lower. Because they're never done this before, it seems best to start with a single tendril rubbing gently at the head of his cock and then up and down the underside.]

Just like this, love?

Thank you, my dearest.

[And there it is, the unparalleled sensation of Wanda's power reaching down with gentle care to caress him, and the Vision moans quietly and arches his back a bit.]

Yes. Just like that--

[His breath catches, and his eyes roll back into his head briefly before he fixes them to meet her gaze intently.]

If I kiss you, will it break your concentration?

[She continues in that vein, using her powers to gently stroke and encourage his cock to full hardness. For once Wanda is completely at ease. She hasn't a single care beyond his pleasure and comfort, and it hasn't even occurred to her to worry about hurting him now that she's sure the intensity is fine.]

No. [Her smile is indulgent as she leans in for a slow, deep kiss.] Kiss me as much as you want.

[Permission given, the Vision kisses her long and slow and deep, tongue probing her mouth as her powers work on his cock, bringing it to full hardness with little effort. Now there are a dozen light strokes all at once, now a warm and firm sheath over the whole of his length, and he breaks off the kiss as he finds himself focusing solely on the firm but gentle touches of her scarlet magic. So lost in sensation is he that she's brought him nearly to the edge when his eyes snap open and he gasps a consideration he probably should have thought of before.]

Ah--perhaps not here, I--shouldn't pollute it--

[Wanda stiffens and the scarlet power flickers even to a quick peek of green in her eyes. Oops. They really did get carried away, didn't they? She hadn't even thought of that...]

Do you want to get out?

[Either to the side so she can, ahem, take care of the situation, or to go somewhere else, as unfortunate as it is to leave so soon. Because he's right; they really shouldn't.]

[He uses the brief slowdown to kiss her again, transferring some of that erotic energy into it so he isn't quite so close to the edge anymore.]

Just for a brief moment, my dear. I believe you can still stretch your power to the edge of the woods here?

[No reason she should get out of the nice, hot water if she doesn't want to, but he can easily hop out to finish.]

[Well, that would be the most discreet option, if not the most satisfying one.]

I could, but...you don't need to go so far if you don't want to.

[She kisses him back while mentally showing him another possibility: if he sat on the side of the hot springs, he could easily finish in her mouth. And Wanda would be quite happy to accommodate him - her eyes have shifted back to red with her desire when they part.]

It's your choice, love. Anything you want.

[Oh. Well, that gets a low moan from him and a barely verbalized please, and the Vision kicks off to the side of the pool and lifts himself out, dripping and naked and fully aroused.]

I want you. [His voice is strained, hoarse.] Now and always, my love.

[And this is a tidy way to conceal the evidence, as it were.]

[She gazes up at him adoringly. Wet, naked Vision is definitely a favorite fantasy of hers.]

You're so beautiful, [she murmurs, settling between his legs.] So perfect.

[This is one of her favorite ways to pleasure him and she gives him an eager, lavish lick all the way up his shaft. Oh, she could savor him for hours if they had the time and the privacy. But since they don't and since he's already so close...

Her powers begin to work his cock in feather-light touches as she takes him in her mouth. The wispy touches turn firmer, pumping his cock in time with her movements as Wanda does her best to bring him over that edge, and not once does her gaze leave his face. She wants to see him when he comes.]

[He does always feel a very light shade of guilt that Wanda enjoys this so much, since it's not as though he's reciprocating it directly. But all he has to do is compare it to the way he feels when he uses his hands or his mouth on her, and seems fair again after all. She likes seeing him come undone as much as he does to her.

And so he lets himself be taken in by the glorious dual sensation of Wanda's powers and her mouth on him, keeping one hand on her shoulder to steady himself even as he closes his eyes to drown in her touch. Each stroke, each lick is matched by expressions of pure pleasure on his face and occasionally jerky motions here and there, but it's really not long at all before he's dancing the edge, and he gasps out a warning just in case she isn't paying attention to that particular part of his mind at the moment.

And then she gets her wish: he comes hard into her mouth, grasping at her shoulders with both hands now and only opening his eyes after, to meet her red gaze with a helpless look.]

You spoil me, love.

[It seems plenty fair to her - sure, she isn't experiencing an orgasm of her own, but she gets to watch Vision's expression as pleasure overtakes him and feel the echoes of sensation in her mind. The small jerks of his hips and the hand gripping her shoulder are all the encouragement she needs. She just wants to show him how much she loves him.

She works him steadily to the edge and guides him right over it, moaning around his shaft as he comes. He tastes good, so unlike what she'd always thought to expect, and Wanda sucks him clean, giving him one last lick for good measure.]

I would do anything for you. You deserve everything.

[She's flushed and breathless but smiling up at him with pride. So beautiful, and he's all hers as she is his.]

[Well. He might feel otherwise at times, but how can he really refute that, when she drips with sincerity at every word? So he slips back down into the water and gives Wanda a long, hard kiss and holds her tight against him. He does shift back so it wouldn't be quite so indecent if someone else were to approach, but even the hot and relaxing water isn't going to let him calm down immediately after that. Better to drain it into Wanda, who looks smug as a cat in cream after that.

Breathless, he breaks for air after a short while and just beams a smile at her.]

You know I feel the same toward you, don't you?

[Wanda clings to him, matching his passion in an attempt to soothe the desperate aching inside her. It's not necessarily sexual but she needs him as close as possible. She will calm, eventually, but love keeps her eyes shining a steady scarlet.

She doesn't think Vision quite understands. It's more than a fondness for pleasuring him or simple desire to tend to his happiness. She would kill for him without a shadow of guilt if it came to it. Anything, anything at all, to keep him safe and happy.]

I feel it.

[She kisses him once, gentle and sweet, and carefully cups his face in her hands. So beautiful, so precious; the greatest treasure in all the worlds not for the Stone in his forehead but for his heart. She never fails to melt for that smile.]

And I'm yours. Always.

[He probably doesn't understand it, not really. His love for her is powerful, consuming, something that he's redefined himself around and that is no less intense or real just because it originates in someone who isn't human.

What he lacks is those years of hurt and pain and the wild loneliness of losing the only person who's always been there for you that make Wanda all the more resolved not to let it happen again.]

My Scarlet Witch. [He kisses her back, looping his arm around her waist and holding her close. The appelation is particularly apt with the way her eyes look right now. Someone else might find the blatant display of power unnerving or even frightening, but despite that he knows it's one of the only things guaranteed to be able to hurt him, he's completely relaxed and at ease in her presence and even finds it magnetically attractive: he trusts Wanda utterly.] I am yours, without reservation.

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