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Who: the Vision and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On Lyndia
When: Video is now, action through the duration of the system

[Video Broadcast]

[The video clicks on to a tunnel opening up to a spectacular cavern with what looks like a lava waterfall, casting an orange-red light onto the surroundings even though it's fairly distant. After a good long moment, the view swings back to the tunnel where a few sparkling rocks are embedded in the gray stone walls.]

I'm pleased to report that one can indeed find diamonds down in the lower mines, though they tend to appear rather close to lava flows. I'd advise caution if you'd like to seek them out, but I am reliably told the natives will craft them into a number of tools for you if you can acquire them.

[There's a brief hissing sound from behind the camera, and he quickly sets it down. The sounds of a scuffle and a high-pitched screech are heard, and after a moment he picks it back up again.]

Ah, and do watch out for the cave spiders if you traverse this deep. They're rather large.

[Action throughout the month]

[The Vision doesn't spend all of his time looking for underground treasures, of course. This is a great planet for some flying, especially when it means checking out some staggeringly giant trees and looking for novel fruits to bring home for testing, or gathering wood for various construction projects. There's also all of the neat tech to be found in the populated areas underground, so he can also be found shopping for upgrades, new media for the library, spare parts, and of course creature comforts. Maybe they even have some donut powder! And since it's been so very long, he can even be found at the water park wearing a ridiculous little yellow Speedo and looking like he's thoroughly enjoying the screaming crowds of young people on inflatable tubes.

Lastly, for those few who might remember, his birthday was officially set as May 16th last time he was in the Fleet, and it's quickly approaching....]

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I am glad I can share this with you. [Being inside an alien planet, eating chocolate cake, his birthday, yes. The voyage they're on through the stars, watched by millions of viewers, well, he has his doubts about whether that part is even real (and can ignore it most of the time). Mostly, though, every moment of his life that he can spend with her is precious to him. Every smile of hers makes his heart soar.

He kisses her back, savoring the moment.]

Let's stay a bit longer first, shall we?

[He's not quite ready to let this moment end, even if there's more to be had at the end of it. Still, after a few minutes he stands and helps her to her feet ,kissing her again once they're up.] Is it back to our rental for now?

[Wanda is always content to curl back into his arms and drift into peaceful bliss. In some ways, this is a better date than anything they could have had on Earth: how could she possibly do better than bioluminescent gardens on an alien planet? Wanda hates to admit it, but their captivity certainly has its benefits. She'd wanted to see the world and now they get to see the universe together.

She traces nonsense shapes over Vision's heart and kisses him gently anywhere she can reach until he finally urges her to rise.

(It still feels too soon.)]

Not yet. There is a surprise there too, but there's one more thing first.

[Wanda's smile is soft and she briefly touches his cheek before she ducks away to rummage through the basket. She pulls out a small silver sphere, and after a little manipulation it lights up and begins to play quiet music. It's not a song recognizable from anywhere they've been, but it will do quite nicely.

She comes back to him, grinning. Wanda doesn't remember everything from calibrations, but she does remember a brief glimpse of an antigravity ball and she thought it might be something she could simulate.]

Dance with me?

[Wanda's hands and the ground beneath them shimmer red. Can he guess where this is going?]

Always.

[In fact, he's busy enough trying to remember the proper way to dance that he doesn't quite recognize where it's going until they're off the ground, and then he laughs in delight and pulls her close for a kiss mid-air. A few bystanders point up at them, but it's out of curiosity and admiration rather than fear and so he can mostly ignore them (except the little kid, who he waves at).

It's not the same as an anti-gravity ball (you can't really wear a dress to that, not with any degree of practicality), but it's something new and different, and warm happiness flows through their link as he looks delighted and guides her through the steps, interrupting it here and there with a kiss.]

A most wonderful surprise, my love.

[Wanda laughs and kisses him back happily. What would a fairytale picnic be without a dance? And how could she leave flight out of the festivities when it's physically an option? It's always been something only they could share, and it had been during a flying trip when she'd first realized that she loved him.

Really, even if she hadn't seen his memories during Calibrations, it was probably only a matter of time before she came up with this on her own.]

I remembered what you showed me. I can't take us back to that planet, but I can give you something new, something that is only ours.

[People are watching, but Wanda doesn't care. She's going to kiss him again anyway.]

And we can have this even on the ship.

[He clasps both of her hands in his and brings them up to his mouth to kiss them.]

It's better to look forward than to look back, regardless. I look forward to a life with you.

[Which is...as close as he'll get to acknowledging what the ring is and isn't, really. He can't make her a true promise until he's in control of his own life--he can't--but to state his intentions? That he'll do, and with pride.

He holds Wanda close for the rest of the dance, until the music winds down.]

I love you.

[Wanda blushes and falters a little in her steps. She's so weak for Vision's romantic side.]

You are the reason I want to see tomorrow. You gave me hope for my future again.

[There are so many other things she wants to say but can't, but Vision seems to understand anyway. She had known vaguely what she wanted to get him after Loki gave her something to remember Pietro by, but her talk with Steve had only brought pain and doubt. She knows that she wants to stay with Vision as long as she can. Beyond that...it hurts to consider when there are so many unknowns and they have no real control over their lives.

But she doesn't need anything else, only his love.

All too soon, the song ends and Wanda gently brings them back to the ground.]

I love you too.

[And now that the gardens provide them with a little more cover, she kisses him, deep and slowly and with all the passion a promise like this merits. Her eyes turned red during their dance, and it's only when Wanda finally pulls away that the red flickers back to green.]

Maybe we should go somewhere more private?

[Does she have any idea how thrilling it is to see her eyes like that? It's trust - she's trusting herself around him, and there's nothing more beautiful than that. Rather than answering right away he kisses her again, only a shade less passionate and deep than the one before. In a way that's an answer in itself, isn't it? He wants her, and it's getting to the point where he's about willing to be alone with her instead of out in public.]

Yes, let's.

[He helps her pack up the picnic supplies and empty containers, packing it all back into the basket and swinging it from one hand while holding hers with his other. The hotel's not too far away.]

[There's a certain freedom in being with him that's hard to put to words. It's not that Wanda is any less aware of what she is or that it means nothing anymore, and she certainly has more friends here than she does at home. But with Vision everything about her powers feels as natural as breathing. It's part of why they fit together so well.

She kisses him back gladly and gently touches Vision's cheek in brief farewell before they part to begin packing up their picnic. Her heart is brimming with love and desire, and whenever there's a chance for casual contact Wanda will take it. A hand on his shoulder as they move around each other, 'accidental' brushes of her fingers against his, a brief kiss on the cheek...there are no words in any language Wanda knows that can adequately express how Vision makes her feel, but she can certainly try to make sure she shows him every day they have together.

She has to make whatever time they have count.

As they leave the garden, Wanda raises their joined hands to her lips and lightly kisses Vision's knuckles. There's a playful air to her step and she only seems to be getting more excited the closer they get to their room.

It turns out that Wanda can't wait until they're in the safety of their rented room to kiss him again. Mere feet from their door she turns and (carefully) backs him against the wall with the help of her powers and rises up to kiss him hungrily.]

Mmmm...feel me, love.

[She twines their fingers together in their 'read me' gesture, reaching for his mind and lowering all of her barriers so he can see whatever he wishes.]

I saw many beautiful things tonight, but you were the most precious. You always are.

[Intrigued by her jubilant behavior, the Vision submits with a grin to being backed up against the wall and wraps his arms around Wanda as she kisses him, glad for even this amount of relative privacy. And then, at her invitation, he curiously reaches out to her mind.

The strength and purity of her love for him is never less than breathtaking. Here they are, eating delicious cake and surrounded by lovely gardens on an alien planet, and still she thinks he's the most important of all those things. His desire flares up again, and he focuses on what he's been feeling: a nice night in a lovely place, made extraordinary and unforgettable by the company and the gift she's given him. The ring is just perfect.]

You are very precious to me as well, Wanda. [Another kiss.] My world is a brighter place because you are in it. [He nuzzles her neck and continues in a humorous tone.] But our door is just over there.

[To Wanda he is the greatest treasure in all the worlds and always will be. She kisses him back sweetly, enjoying the feel of him under her hands and the simple joy of being held close. He is warm, even through her dress, or is that the heat of his desire? Their minds are so deeply entangled that Wanda's not quite sure.

She moves with him when they part, tilting her head to offer more of her neck and closing her eyes in pleasure. It's a light touch, but it's enough to make Wanda shiver. How is she ever going to pull herself away from him?]

I know it is, love. But you still have one more present and I have to get it ready.

[She kisses Vision again, deeply enough that she moans quietly.]

I want to make sure you have enough kisses first.

Enough to hold me for a short time. [Especially if they're kisses like that last one, which leave him both deeply satisfied and urgently wanting more. He runs a hand up the side of her head, cradling it close to him for yet another kiss.] Never enough to make me not desire more.

[But the logical part of his brain reminds him that if he spends all his time kissing her now, he won't get whatever surprise she has in store for him. So after one more kiss he regretfully lets her go, still smiling, desire written in his eyes.]

Go. I'll enter when you call me.

[Wanda gives him one last kiss (and an outright devious smile) before finally pulling away to go get his surprise ready. It's 13 minutes and 42 seconds exactly before Vision will feel Wanda reach for his mind to invite him in. He'll find the room comfortably dim - Wanda's bought a variety of candles and quickly set them up all around the room to create a romantic ambience.

And as for Wanda herself...well, the reason she didn't come to the door to get him quickly becomes obvious. She's already laying naked for him on the bed, arms stretched over her head and bound to the headboard with lengths of soft red fabric. A small ribbon is tied in a bow around her neck and thick ribbons are tied precariously over her breasts and around her hips. Other ribbons have been decoratively wound around her limbs but not actually tied so he can easily remove them if he wishes. There's nothing preventing him from taking her just like this.

She gazes up at him, eyes filled with adoration. Here is the last present: she is utterly at his mercy for the night.]

Happy birthday, Vision.

Edited 2019-05-16 19:43 (UTC)

[He manages to close the door behind him quickly, but the surprise on his face is overtaken by a grin so wide it's fit to crack his face in two. The Vision closes his eyes for a brief moment and inhales to catch the scent of this in his memory: fresh air, not recycled, the melting of wax, a warmth in the air that has as much to do with his own anticipation as with the objective temperature.

Then he walks over to the edge of the bed and sits on it, just outside her tethered reach.]

Here is a gift I will treasure opening.

[But where to start? He licks his lips subconsciously, considering untying some of those ribbons with his teeth and tongue. Or he could tease her with his hands, running fingers lightly up and down her while she writhes with an inability to reciprocate--yes, that idea has some merit. The ribbons and restrains have to remain for at least one round, he decides, but later on tonight they'll have to go so they can tangle themselves up in each other, their bodies entwined as much as their minds.

No, the best place to start is obvious on reflection. He moves his body over hers, high enough to barely brush the tips of her breasts but already tangling their legs together, and kisses her soundly. And then, knowing what a certain tone in his voice does to her, he moves his lips to her ear and whispers.]

How did you know that all I ever wanted was you?

[The anticipation is almost too much to take, but Wanda lays back obediently and doesn't struggle against her restraints. Tonight, she is Vision's to do with as he pleases.

That doesn't stop her from making a soft sound of want as he climbs over her or her nipples from stiffening at that slight contact. She moans as they kiss, kissing him back as passionately as her restraints allow. She wishes she could touch him or hold him closer so badly but her desires are not the point tonight.]

A lucky guess?

[She shivers under him, blushing, already able to feel a growing wetness between her legs. His voice - especially that tone - remains one of her greatest weaknesses and Wanda's sure if he keeps it up that she'll just melt into a puddle.]

Because...because you are all I want.

[But what if what he wants is a puddle of Wanda? He might just be able to get that, with a little bit of effort.

The Vision starts with the ribbon at Wanda's neck, tracing it lightly with his tongue and hot breath. he doesn't untie it - it would be a little too awkward to do that with his mouth, so he'll save that for when he's using his hands. For now, he's outlining and acknowledging the ribbons, and once he's satisfied that he's traced the neck ribbon adequately he props himself up on his side, his expression somewhere between a grin and a smirk.]

Ah, but where to begin. [His fingers trace the ribbon tied around her breasts, feather-light.] Here? [His hand moves to her shoulder, moving lightly down her arm.] Here? [And next, over her bare stomach, dancing down lower but still well above the cleft between her legs.] Here, perhaps?

[Answering his own question, he starts licking at her breast. This knot is a bit larger, and he thinks he should be able to untie it with his teeth.]

[Well, if that's what he wants, this is definitely the way to start.

Her skin has already erupted in goosebumps just from his whispering and she is hyper tuned in to him, alerted to every subtle shift in Vision's body. Wanda's breath catches as his mouth moves down to her neck and she shivers at the first touch of his tongue. It's not long at all before he's earning a steady stream of soft moans for his efforts.]

Vision... [She says his name on a sigh, eyes closing in pleasure while he continues his explorations. Eventually she feels his warmth move away and opens her eyes. If only she could kiss him...]

Wherever you want. Tonight is for you, love.

[Each time Vision touches one of the ribbons he earns another moan, and Wanda arches up into his hands as much as her bindings allow. Being restrained like this is a special kind of torment - she feels good being at Vision's mercy but she wants so badly to touch him too.

Vision makes up his mind quickly enough and Wanda cries out as he descends on her breast. Oh, he knows her too well. He could spend the entire night with her just like this and it would be torture but it would be so good. Her body always responds so easily to him, but tonight the bindings (and Wanda's heightened state of awareness) give Vision an extra advantage.

Moans and soft sighs fall freely from her lips, the only reward she can give her lover beyond shared sensation. When he turns his attention to the ribbon, he'll find this one yields easily to him - she'd only tied it just tightly enough to keep it in place.]

Mmmmmm...love you, Vizh.

[This is, of course, where it gets complicated. What he wants is so tied up in wanting Wanda to be happy that he wants things for her rather than for himself. Or perhaps wanting to have her helpless with desire underneath him is selfish? How does one measure something like that?

Either way, it's working; as soon as he bothers to shift his anatomy he's getting hard already, and using his mouth on Wanda's breasts has an inexplicable fascination for someone who isn't even a mammal. (It is, he's long since concluded, because of the noises she makes when he does.) He covers one nipple with his mouth and sucks lightly, then moves up so he can whisper in her ear again.]

I want to take you again and again, until you cannot tell where your pleasure ends and my desire begins. I want you to know how much you mean to me.

[Everything. She means everything to him. He kisses her once, and then again, hands working lightly on her breasts and tracing the shiver they seem to generate. Perhaps he could punctuate each ribbon's untying with a few thrusts of his fingers, saving a full joining for when he's released her? Or take her now, and then again and again until she cries for her freedom so she can touch him back?

In a sense, it doesn't matter which way he chooses to go. It cannot help but be glorious because of the trust she has given him.]

I think this is the best birthday I could have asked for.

[Wanda had been louder than usual the last time she'd offered herself fully to him, but now, in the privacy of their rented room, something in her has been truly unleashed. She hasn't been able to cry out for him like this since they'd rented an isolated cabin on Libuscha, but now she can't honestly find it in herself to care if someone hears her. Tonight is all for Vision, but if Wanda's allowed to have a wish, she wants him to make her scream. She would give him everything she is; it's only fair that he finally gets a chance to indulge.

Vision's lips and tongue are so talented, so perfect, so good that even though he hasn't yet touched her aching core she's already writhing beneath him, clutching at and tugging against her silken bonds. That whisper earns another moan (and surge of desire) as she kisses him back desperately.]

Anything...anything you want, Vision. I'm yours.

[She shivers with desire, straining upwards to meet him for each kiss. This was a wonderful idea - she can tell how much he's enjoying this. This was a terrible idea - she might straight-up dissolve from wanting. But there's nothing at all she can do other than wait on Vision's pleasure, so she gives in even more, lets more moans and whispered praises fall from her lips. She even arches back to offer him her neck, but Wanda never takes her eyes off him. She'd thought about a blindfold but had decided that not touching was torment enough without robbing herself of the beautiful sight he makes. The heat in Vision's gaze is almost a physical presence on its own and her stomach flutters every time their eyes meet.]

You deserve everything, [she murmurs breathlessly.] I want...I just want to...make you happy.

Edited 2019-05-28 22:26 (UTC)

You do make me happy, Wanda. [He gently unties the ribbon around her neck, kissing her softly along the line where it had lain and tracing that invisible line with the tip of his tongue. The urge to enter her is insistent and powerful, but he can hold it a little longer. Why should all the delightful torture be on Wanda's end?

Oh, but how those whimpers and gasps make the flame of desire within him burn hotter and hotter. When he's satisfied that he's given her neck enough attention, he moves down to nuzzle the valley between her breasts and inhale her scent deeply. He's close enough to hear her heartbeat (elevated, which he can't help but be thrilled by), and for a long moment he lets his consciousness sink into hers and bask in the sense of belonging.

He kisses the tip of each breast lightly and snakes one hand down between her legs, tracing circles on her inner thighs and then finally testing how wet she is. Linked as they are, he moans as he slips one finger in slowly and then draws it out to caress all around her labia and then back in, then up to her clit for a lazy circle and back in again. At the same time, he catches one of her nipples in his mouth and sucks lightly, running his tongue over its pebbly texture and savoring the reaction it gets from her. When he let sit go, it makes a light popping noise. His voice is rough with restrained need.]

What if what I want is to hold you on the edge like this, Wanda?

[Vision is going to be the death of her. Her breath catches as the ribbon around her neck comes free and she gazes up at him wide-eyed and adoring. She's hanging on his every move. Even that first kiss earns a moan with how worked up she is, and that light touch of his tongue makes her cry out. Wanda never would have thought she'd actively enjoy being at anyone's mercy, but when they'd made love to calm Vision after his argument with Remy, she'd realized that love and trust were much stronger than trauma. More than being able to tolerate it...she'd enjoyed it. And her gift for Vision is definitely turning into a gift that gives back.

She feels him sink into her mind when he pauses over her heart and the temptation to give in and drift is great...but the temptation to give back is greater. Wanda strains against her bonds and she gets just enough freedom to curl down to kiss the top of his head.]

My beautiful Vision. [Kiss.] You saved me in more ways than you know. [Kiss.] I love you. [Kiss.] I want to be yours forever.

[She's babbling a little now, but her feelings are just too intense. If she cannot touch him, she must tell him.

She is almost sad to lose what access she had to him when he shifts, but it's not long at all before she's whimpering for him again. His hands are so close to where she wants them and when he finally touches her she cries out. She is warm and very wet, so wet that his finger slides in with no resistance at all.

Wanda tries her best to be good and stay still for him, but there are still time her body reacts of its own accord: when he reaches that spot inside her, when he rubs her clit, a particularly good application of his tongue to her nipple. Sometimes it's all she can do just to keep her eyes open.]

Then I will...ah! I will wait for you. I will try. [Her eyes are dark with want and her voice is breathy.] Anything for you, Vizh.

[That deserves a hungry kiss. He's riding close to the edge himself, just from watching the way she moves and reacts to him. It's a source of fierce pride that he can undo her like this (and she has the same power over him, he knows it), but he doesn't want to have her cross the line between the edge of pleasure and overstimulation. Not when he fully intends to take her again and again before the night is through.

So after the kiss, he works again on her with his hand, two fingers now and with occasional additions from his tongue. He knows he won't last long once he enters her, not at first. Perhaps later, after the restraints have come down, they can engage in a long and slow session of gentle thrusts peppered with words and kisses.

Not just yet, though.

With a murmured notice, his rhythm is interrupted so he can guide himself in, gasping her name.]

Let go for me now, my love.

[It's so intense and Vision is so good that Wanda's straining against the pleasure, finally unable to fully hold her hips still. She rocks helplessly against him, and it's only through some small miracle of willpower that she hasn't come for him already. Vision's fingers and tongue are too talented. As always, he gives her exactly what she needs.

But regardless of how hard she tries to hold back, there is only so long Wanda can delay the inevitable. They're both so close, and when Vision finally slides into her she know she can't hold back any longer. This might be their most intense joining yet - she's certainly wetter than she's ever been this early in their lovemaking.

So when Vision tells her to let go her body simply obeys him and she comes hard on a cry of his name. Her back arches as far off the bed as her restraints allow and since she can't touch him, she pulls him psychically closer, desperate for more.]

Vision...Vision...

[Oh yes, she is definitely going to scream for him tonight.]

[He empties into her with another cry and collapses, still inside her but now laying on top of her as well (he has enough presence of mind to make himself less dense so it's not painful to bear his weight), and he buries his face against her shoulder and breathes in the scent of her hair, kissing the side of her neck and head desperately until he calms down enough that his breathing is restored to normal. And then, then he props himself up again so he can kiss her properly on the mouth.]

Can you stand another round, my love? Or shall we take a short rest?

[Wanda lets her head fall back against the pillow with another moan. Again she wishes she could hold him, but Vision seems to sense her need for closeness and stays buried inside her as they recover. Or try to. The heat of his kisses only stokes her desire and Wanda kisses his shoulder with the same fervor. It's too much to contain. She needs more, evidenced by the continued fluttering of her inner walls around him and the steady red glow in her eyes.

Just when she can't take it anymore, Vision kisses her for real. Wanda kisses him back with as much passion as a kiss can translate and whines when he pulls away.]

Please, Vizh...

[Her hips rock up against him once more in invitation. She's still so worked up that a rest would be just as much sweet torture as her bindings..]

[His eyes light up; that was the answer he'd been hoping to hear. It's remarkably erotic to see her struggling against the bindings to try to touch him, to see the signs that she wants him as much as he wants her. And now that they've got the most urgent coupling out of the way, he can take his time with his thrusts, wind them both up and down. It's more focused this time, but the noises he makes and the occasional pauses to kiss Wanda desperately show how very well this is working for him.]

My Wanda. Oh, my love.

[His thoughts are overlaid with the fuzzy heat of desire, but under that surface is a strong upwelling of love/pride/joy that he has trouble forming words around. And so he uses his body instead, and expresses it to her bit by bit, thrust by thrust, until he's no longer sure where he ends and Wanda begins, and it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? He is hers and she is his, and nothing can change that.]

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