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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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[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.

Yes, [she whispers before their lips meet in another kiss, her desire spiking. In some ways this is most laid bare Wanda has ever felt even though she remains clothed - their psychic connection feels enhanced, or at the very least more sensitive, and Wanda's torn between the contradictory impulses to meet his desire and melt.

What results is a strange combination of both: more kisses and Wanda winding her arms around him while her mind fully surrenders. It's an open book to him, all of her his to peruse at his will: the sweeter, more innocent shades of her love and the darker protective instincts alike. She would never hurt him, ever, in any way, and she would never allow harm to come to him if she could prevent it.]

Vision...my Vision...

[Her eyes have gone unfocused between kisses. Vision draining his desire into her has left her drifting in a blissful afterglow-like state where all she wants to do is kiss him and bask in his presence until the sun sets and they have to leave to seek warmer shelter.]

[He finds himself sinking onto the delightful quagmire of Wanda's consciousness, thought and memory alike showing him the delightful bundle of contradictions that is his lover. A very personal and passionate love with his identity stamped all over it, and a fierce desire to do good; the ache of a lost home along with the joy in a found family. It's intricate and subtle, and his heart sings with its complexity even as the sharper part of his focus stays firmly in the physical realm and matches her kiss for kiss, slow and pleasant.

He would gladly stay with her until darkness fell, but--finally he breaks away and smiles at her ruefully, signalling that this stage is at an end.]

My dear, you're in danger of overheating in the water. Perhaps it's time to leave.

[And because she'll no doubt be disappointed, he strokes the side of her cheek and whispers in her ear.]

We could rent one of the little cabins in the forest for tonight, if you like. They're isolated.

[And he can't quite bear to say it aloud, even in a whisper, but she can easily pick up on his thought, and I want to make you scream my name when there's no danger of anyone overhearing us.]

[Wanda whines when he pulls away, mourning the loss of his touch even though their minds remain entangled. She feels great - and yes, the water's warm, but she is past the point of being able to tell whether it comes from the hot springs or Vision's body or his mind.]

Vizh...

[But of course he'd never leave her wanting. Wanda shivers in anticipation, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.]

Please. I need you.

[She's just not completely physically present at the moment and trying to convince her legs to stand is going to be a bit of a challenge. Extracting herself from Vision's mind and the calming influence of the water is proving difficult.]

[If humans were better at self-regulating their body temperature he'd worry less, but as it is her jelly-like legs are only reinforcing his observation. So rather than make her stand up right away, he sweeps Wanda into his arms, bridal-carry style, and levitates them both up to the edge of the pool where she's left her towel and other supplies. He lowers her feet to the ground but keeps a strong supporting arm on her in case she doesn't feel like taking all her own weight just yet.]

Then you shall have me any way you like.

[He loves the Twin Roses and her crew fiercely, but being on a planet offers privacy in a way that a ship, even one not at capacity, just doesn't. A nice bed by a crackling fire, surrounded by snow-covered trees and nothing else to distract them from each other--he offers her the image with another kiss, along with several suggestions for how they might enjoy it.]

[It always takes her breath away how easily Vision lifts her, like she weighs nothing. Her legs will support her when he sets her down but she still wraps an arm around his waist and braces a hand on his chest. She has plenty of incentive to get dressed as quickly as possible but Wanda still isn't quite ready to let him go.

Her fingers begin stroking the nearest seam between vibranium and his flesh and Wanda moans shamelessly as they kiss and those delightful images flood her mind. Oh, that would be wonderful...and she certainly has some suggestions of her own.]

Mmmm, I think we might need more than a night for all of that, love.

[She grins - it would be nice to have the privacy to think of nothing but pleasure for however long they have the freedom to steal away. And if she can make Vision scream for her too, all the better.]

Shall I reserve us several nights, then?

[He does have an appointment to go install some water heaters tomorrow, but...after that he's free, and the Marsiva isn't in immediate danger of leaving the system just yet. So what if they wanted to spend a few of those days indulging in one another?]

[Blushing, she leans up to kiss him hungrily, a promise of things to come.]

That sounds wonderful.

[They haven't had any real privacy since their relationship progressed to the next level and who knows when they'll get another chance? Especially one as nice as this. And if he has other duties to attend to...well, she's still human. She's going to need a chance to rest.]

[He kisses her yet again before answering, already wanting to fall deeper back into the lovely tangled mess of Wanda's desire but keeping just enough self-control to know that holding back now will mean a greater reward later.]

I look forward to having you all to myself, then.

[And so it goes.]

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