"Spent"

Chapter Fifty-Three

By Darthelwig

*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***

Vision could swear his synthetic heart was beating hard in his chest as he waited for the Quinjet to land. He kept his stance casual, his face impassive, as impatience ate away at him. He had been gone for too long, and Sam seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time landing the damn jet.

Wanda was waiting for him. He needed to go to her.

"We'll debrief in the morning," Steve said as he finally opened the jet's doors and allowed them to exit. Vision remained outwardly calm as he nodded.

"Of course, Captain. It's late. You and Sam should rest," he said. Steve clapped him on the shoulder as he walked past, and Vision took that as his sign to leave.

He walked at a measured pace, every fiber of his being fighting his restraint, but it wouldn't do to draw attention to himself at this point.

With the singular goal of reaching Wanda's room in mind, the minutes it took to get there stretched out before him. This was an exercise in patience.

He didn't knock but immediately phased into her room, to find Wanda asleep in her bed. Something in his chest loosened at seeing her again, at being in her presence, awake or not. He sat on the edge of her bed and traced a finger down her cheek until she began to stir.

"Vision?" she mumbled, and he smiled down at her.

"I've only just returned," he said softly. Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around him, and when their lips met he finally felt a deep sense of relief wash over him. This was where he belonged, where he was supposed to be, where he always wanted to be. By her side.

"Mmm. I missed you," she said sleepily against his lips.

"And I you," he replied as he pulled away enough to bury his face in her neck and take a deep breath of her. "Do you have it?"

"Of course," Wanda told him. She sat back and pulled the end of a long necklace out of her shirt, revealing a ring. She unclasped the necklace and let the ring fall into his palm. "Will you put it back on me?"

"It would be my pleasure, darling." He took her left hand and slid it into her ring finger, then pressed a kiss to it.

"That's better," Wanda said. She lay back, pulling him down with her. "Phase your clothes off, Vis, and come to bed." He did as she asked, slipping under the covers nude and pulling her snugly against him. He held her as she drifted back into sleep.

The next morning found them still tangled up in each other, and he took the opportunity to wake his fiancé with gentle kisses. She smiled, eyes still closed but her body melting into him. She hummed her pleasure when his lips trailed downward, tracing along her collarbone to her shoulder.

"Wake up," he murmured against her.

"No," she whined, arms coming up around his neck. "Don't wanna. I'm comfy here."

Vision disentangled her arms from around him and brought her hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to her fingers. She watched him with hooded eyes. "It is time to get up, darling," he told her softly.

"Only if you make it worth my while," she said, and he shivered at the sudden heat in her gaze. He leaned down close enough to kiss her, a smile curling his lips, and watched her eyes flutter shut as he slid a hand down her stomach and into her panties. She gasped when he sank two fingers into her already slippery, hot little pussy, and he chose that moment to bring their lips together. He drank down her cries of pleasure as he pumped his fingers into her, making her writhe beneath him.

Wanda threw her head back, clutching at him when he circled his thumb over her clit, and her body arched up as she came hard on his hand. He watched her, awed as always by her trust and abandon. He was the one she came to, the one she trusted to make her feel this way, who she could be so free with. And he was hers, utterly and completely.

His cock throbbed between them, making his own need known, but he ignored it for the moment in favor of pressing soft kisses to his lover's face and neck as she came down from her high.

"Better?" he murmured between kisses. Wanda shook her head and kissed him deeply while she shifted so she could wrap her legs around him. He rocked his hips against her, pressing her into the bed as he ground against her core. The little sounds she was making threatened to drive him mad with desire, and he stopped only long enough to rip her panties off before he sank his entire length into her blazing-hot center.

Wanda shuddered, and the low moan she let out threatened to undo him.

"Better," she said breathily. She gave him a wicked smile as she rolled her hips, her fingers trailing up his sides and tracing along the edges of the vibranium lining his body. Vision grabbed her wrists and she giggled as he pinned them above her head. Her laughter stopped with his first hard thrust, and he began to fuck her in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. Their gazes stayed locked as he plunged into her over and over, driving them both towards the edge.

Their breaths mingled, their faces close, and even through her nightshirt he could feel the hard points of her nipples against his chest. He wanted to suck them, rip her shirt off, take them into his mouth and taste the creaminess of her skin, but he was fixated by her eyes, the glorious green of them filled with want. He pumped himself into her, needing more, needing deeper, needing all of her, and her legs spread wider to welcome him in.

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, heavy breathing it's only accompaniment until she began to whimper his name. He could feel her balanced on the edge, desperate to fall over into bliss. She writhed, her body tightening and tensing around him, legs coming up to wrap around his hips. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, hammering her roughly, and kept his grip firm when she struggled wildly against his hold.

He bent his head down to whisper in her ear, his voice strained but steady. "I love you. I love you, Wanda."

That's all it took to push her over the edge, and she cried out loudly as she jerked beneath him. He rode out her wild movements, still pounding her hard and fast, aching to reach his own peak, to lose himself in her. Her inner muscles felt like heaven on his shaft as they clenched and squeezed.

"Vis," she moaned, her throaty voice going straight to his cock, and he finally released her hands so he could brace himself on the bed as he drove himself into her for a few last, desperate thrusts as the pleasure became too much and he came hard. He was faintly aware of his own voice crying out her name - too loud too loud - but it was a distant concern. His entire being was focused on the place where they were joined, their bodies connected so perfectly.

Her thumb brushing over his lips slowly brought him back to reality, and he realized he'd closed his eyes. He opened them to look into Wanda's loving gaze.

"You okay?" she asked quietly. He nodded and gave her a smile.

"You amaze me," he told her. The smile she graced him with was almost shy, and he took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to the ring on her finger. "It's time," he said regretfully.

The light in her eyes dimmed a little, but she nodded. She inhaled sharply when he pulled out of her, but brushed away his concern. Vision helped her sit up, and watched as she searched the sheets for her necklace. He had to smile when she found it and let out a little sound of triumph.

She sat still and let him remove the ring from her finger, watched him thread it back onto the necklace, and then turned so he could clasp it around her neck once again. He placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.

"One day we won't have to hide it," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. She nodded and sighed.

"One day," she agreed. She turned to look at him, and he was caught by the intensity of her gaze. "One day soon."

"One day soon," he promised. He yearned for it. One day soon, darling.