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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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[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.

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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.]

[As always, Wanda welcomes the blurring of the barriers between their minds and surrenders even further to him. Her hips meet his thrust for thrust, seamlessly following the rhythm he sets. Their pleasure crests together and each time Vision gently pulls them back from the edge Wanda whines and struggles against her bindings. The kisses help - and from the sounds she's making she's enjoying them a lot - but the bindings are the final thing keeping them apart and she desperately wants to hold him just as much as she's enjoying being utterly at Vision's mercy. Now that her immediate desire has been sated, she can better enjoy the journey this time.]

Yes...always, my Vision.

[She can feel that mix of love/pride/joy burning brightly against her mind and her own love and happiness glow stronger in response. Broken praise and encouragements fall from her lips, I love you translated through the passion of each kiss and I want you in each answering thrust of her hips.

This time there's no rush to work towards orgasm - as much as Wanda wants to be free, she also wants to draw this feeling of complete and utter bliss out as long as possible. And soon, all she can do is murmur his name over and over.]

[Finally, finally, after an agonizing but thoroughly enjoyable length of time, the Vision brings Wanda to climax without holding back. He empties into her hard when he feels that surge and, just to help her ride it all the way down, as soon as he has control of himself again he swiftly unties the restraints so they can hold one another for the desperate comfort that comes after such an exhaustive bout.

His thoughts are full of a fuzzy happiness, after, not able to form anything more coherent than mine and love and thank you, and he barely has the energy to nuzzle against her shoulder. But he does spiral down, eventually, and when he does he voices what he's been meaning to say all along.]

You are the best present I could have for my birthday. I love you, Wanda Maximoff.

[She could stay like this forever, held in a haze of pleasure under Vision's care, if their bodies didn't have other needs. They drift to the edge and back over and over and over, but Wanda is only human and she can only take so much before she's wound so tightly she can't take it anymore. She's only just present enough to be able to scream Vision's name as she comes.

It's sweet relief to finally be untied, and the upside of being bound through both orgasms is that Wanda's fully skipped past the boneless stage of recovery into a desperate need to cuddle. Now is time for softness, for rediscovering the feel of his skin against hers and where it feels best for both of them to stroke and kiss. Wanda feels enough pleasure that she's left moaning quietly as they recover, but whether it's from her pleasure at touching him or his pleasure at being touched or both is anyone's guess.

She can't talk for a while either but her thoughts answer him readily: yours and my heart and always.]

I love you too, Vision. You are everything...the light of my world. [She kisses him slowly and deeply, reveling in the simple joy of it.] I would do anything for you.

[It will take a while to recover, and so for now the best the Vision can do is hold Wanda, cradling them both in the warm comfort of a lover's touch. No doubt they'll go for another round later tonight, but he is utterly content in the moment as he gives Wanda long, slow caresses and breathes in harmony with her.]

All I ask is that you be yourself. There is so much beauty in that alone.

[He kisses her again. Granted that he hasn't exactly had very many, but this is most certainly the best birthday he's had so far.]

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