driftfleet | 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.

iv. wild card!
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[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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