AN: Enjoy!

Not long after Mother's Day had passed, Wanda's Birthday approached once again. As the day grew closer, Vision found himself with a rather big dilemma. Though Birthdays were usually a time for celebration, Vision knew, thanks to events that had transpired the previous year, that Wanda's Birthday was a rough time for her, a painful reminder of the loss of her brother.

So obviously, Vision didn't want to seem insensitive by going over the top with any celebrations. On the other hand, this was the first Birthday that the two of them were going to spend together as a couple, and he did not want the occasion to pass by entirely unmarked. With so few loved ones in his life, Vision liked to celebrate those he did have.

He would keep it small. Book a table somewhere nice. Maybe even somewhere to dance. Definitely not a Nightclub.. He was not the clubbing type, and at heart, neither was Wanda. But Scott had told him about a nice new restaurant he had taken Hope to, one with a small dance floor, that hired a band a few nights a week. Maybe they could try that out, if Wanda was up for it. Vision liked the idea of dancing with Wanda, holding her close..

And if someone could watch Vivian for him, he and Wanda could have the night to themselves. As much as Wanda loved Viv, and didn't mind having her tag along on most of their dates, Vision knew that Wanda didn't like being upset around the little girl. Vision didn't want his Girlfriend to have to hide her feelings on a day he knew was hard for her.

After making a few plans, Vision called Wanda.

Wanda Maximoff hated her Birthday, even more than she hated her job. Her Birthday was a day she had shared with her twin, and since his death, it had only served as a painful reminder of everything she had lost.

Her Birthday, more than any other time of the year, was the time in which she was inclined to drink herself to oblivion and forget the world around her. In fact, the first Birthday she spent without Pietro had begun the damaging 'drink and forget' pattern that she had been stuck in before she met Vision. At the thought of Vision, Wanda's mind drifted back to her previous Birthday.

The day hadn't started out all that way.. waking up hungover in a stranger's bed. Vision had found her in the middle of her long walk of shame, a sobbing mess by the side of the road. Taken her to Breakfast with he and Viv, paid for her meal. Listened to her troubles without judging.

Wanda smiled at the memory, just a little. And then, as though he somehow knew she was thinking about him, Vision called. Wanda's smile widened as she answered it.

"Hey, Vizh."

"Hello, Wanda.."

He sounded a little nervous.

"Is something wrong?" Wanda frowned.

"No, not at all. It's just.. I know your Birthday is a tough time for you, and you don't usually feel much like celebrating. But.. I would like to take you out somewhere nice, if that's okay. Dinner, and maybe a little bit of dancing? I know of a nice new place. Viv is having a sleepover with Cassie , so it would just be the two of us.. Of course if you'd rather not, I completely understand.."

Wanda thought for a moment. It was true that she often did not feel like celebrating on her Birthday.. But Vision almost always made her happy, so maybe celebrating with him would not be so bad. She liked the idea of dancing with him, him holding her close. Wanda always felt so safe with Vision, they just seemed to fit together like they were made for..

Wanda blushed, but her decision was made.

"Alright, Vizh. You can take me out."

"Really?"

Now he sounded surprised, and Wanda laughed as she imagined the adorable puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, really.. I can't hide from my Birthday forever, can I?"

"Well.. no, I suppose not."

"And if I'm going to at least try and celebrate, I can't think of anyone better to do it with than you."

"Oh.. I am rather flattered by that."

"You deserve to be."

In her mind's eye, she could see him blushing, and his voice grew slightly flustered.

"Oh.. W-Well, if you think so. I'll give you another call with the time after I've made a booking, okay?"

"Okay" Wanda chuckled. "Speak to you then, Vizh.. I love you."

"I love you too."

Wanda sighed happily as the call disconnected. Her Birthday was a difficult time, and it probably always would be.. But facing it with Vision at her side might just make it a little more bearable.

Unlike the past few years, when Wanda had taken time off around her Birthday, this year she took a shift during the day, to try and distract herself from a few of her darker thoughts, and it worked, for a while.

Once she returned home, Wanda let herself mope around the apartment for a bit, before getting ready for her dinner with Vision. She wore a rather nice red dress that Pietro had given her for an earlier Birthday. She hadn't found much opportunity to wear it before, but now seemed like a good time to break it out. She kept her hair loose, and only used a small amount of make-up. Vision had seen her without any often enough, and he liked to tell her she was beautiful just as she was. So, Wanda used just enough to enhance her natural features, rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

Vision's mouth fell open when he saw her, and he dropped the flowers that he had brought with him.

"You are beautiful.."

"You scrub up well yourself, Vizh.." Wanda blushed. "Are those flowers for me?"

"Oh, yes.." Vision blushed himself, quickly scooping them up to hand them to her. "Happy Birthday."

"Thank you" Her smile didn't light up her face in quite the way it normally would, but she was trying, for him. "I'll just go put these in some water.."

The restaurant was nice, as Scott had promised. Vision was ever so slightly relieved to discover this, because although Scott Lang was one of the friendliest people you could ever hope to meet, he hadn't always the best judge of these things. It seemed Hope was a good influence on him.

The band was playing, and couples were occasionally taking advantage of the dance floor. Wanda and Vision ordered their meals, chatted as they ate. Held hands and played a little bit of footsie under the table.

Vision noticed that Wanda was a little off, not quite her usual self. Her laughter was more subdued, her smiles slightly forced. The sparkle in her eyes was not quite so bright. All this was understandable, of course, yet he couldn't help feeling concerned.

"Are you alright?" He gently squeezed her hand.

"Better than I was last year" Wanda managed a smile for him. Small, but genuine. "Much better than I usually am Today."

"If you'd rather go Home.."

"No" Wanda squeezed Vision's hand in return. "No, this is nice. Being here with you is the best I've felt on my Birthday since before Pietro died. You can call this a win, Vizh."

"I hope so..." Vision glanced towards the dance floor. The band was just about to begin a new song. He pushed aside his empty plate and stood, offering Wanda his hand. "Would you like to dance, Wanda?"

Without a hint of hesitation, Wanda took his hand.

"I would love to."

The restaurant was heading into the quieter part of the night, so they were the only couple dancing, Vision twirling Wanda around the dance floor. It was a slow song, so he held her close. Wanda couldn't help thinking about how Vision was so wonderfully different than any other men she had been with.

She fit in his arms, against his chest, so perfectly. Wanda trusted Vision, she felt so loved with him, so safe, and so, so, close to happy, on a day she had thought she would never be able to be happy again. She gazed up into his eyes, and Vision opened his mouth probably to ask if she was alright again, but he never got the chance to do so, because suddenly Wanda was kissing him, her hands buried in his hair. The kiss was deep, and passionate, and probably not entirely appropriate for a public location. When they eventually broke apart, a few people were staring, but neither one could find it in themselves to care all that much.

Vision gazed into Wanda's eyes, finding that the sparkle in them was just starting to return.

"I don't want to be sad on my Birthday anymore" She whispered, gently cupping his cheek. "Give me something beautiful, please?"

Vision swallowed thickly. He knew exactly what she was asking him for, knew it was a step they were probably ready to take, but ever the gentleman, he still asked:

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

The drive Home was unusual, the atmosphere between them crackling with electricity. Vision was grateful that the road wasn't too busy, because he was a little distracted, Wanda's hand resting quite high on his thigh.

He let her lead him to their room (well, his room, but it almost felt like theirs, now) when they made it home. Let her kiss him, let her hands wander before he allowed his own to do the same.. mostly because, well, he was a little bit nervous.

"Are you okay, Vizh?" Now it was Wanda's turn to ask, sounding as concerned as he had been a short while before. "I'm not rushing you, am I? If you aren't ready for this, we don't have to.."

"I'm alright" Vision reassured her with a smile. "Just a little nervous.. I h-haven't done this for a while."

"Neither have I, really.. not like this, not with someone who matters" Wanda blushed. "And definitely not with someone who matters as much as you, Vizh.. We don't have to rush. We'll figure out what works best for us as we go."

"That sounds good to me.." Vision smiled.

"Me too."

Vision pulled Wanda close to kiss her, feeling a little braver now. Wanda happily returned his kiss. The couple took their time, undressing each other slowly, exploring and touching and kissing every new bit of skin that was uncovered, until finally, they stood, completely bare to each other for the first time.

"You are so, so beautiful.." Vision whispered, cupping Wanda's cheek.

"So are you.." Wanda blushed, tempted to cover herself up again, because so few people had said those words to her, but she didn't, because she believed that Vision meant them.

She pulled him closer to kiss him again, more deeply now, gasping as they pressed against each other, her breasts brushing against his chest. Their hands wandering a little more freely. Wanda could feel the evidence of Vision's arousal nudging at her belly, and she felt a slight thrill at the thought that she was only the second person to have ever experienced this with him.

In time, they found themselves moving closer to the bed. Vision reached into his bedside table for a condom, his fingers nervously fumbling with the wrapper.

"Stupid little.."

"Vizh, you don't have to, I'm on the.."

"I know" He replied, because they had in fact talked about this, "But I want you to feel as safe as possible.."

"Okay. Let me, then.." Wanda's expression softened, and she took the wrapper from him. Opened it easily, slightly embarrassed by her experience with the action, but there was no judgement in Vision's expression. "You've been taking care of me a lot these last few months.. This whole last year, actually. Maybe.. let me take care of you for a bit."

"Okay.." Vision managed a nod. "I can do that.."

"Good.. lay back, Vizh."

Vision did as Wanda told him. His breath hitched when she grasped his length to roll the condom on, and he was quite sure his heart nearly stopped when she swung her leg over his hips, hovering over him.

"Wanda.. are you sure?"

"Are you?" She asked him one last time. "We can.."

"No.. I don't want to stop.. But I'm not sure how long I'll be able to.."

"That's okay.. just breathe, Vizh.."

"Okay.. okay.."

Very slowly, Wanda let herself sink onto him, a soft moan escaping her, Vision gasping. He really did fit better than any man ever had, or ever would, because she knew, somehow, that no one else was ever going to touch her like this again. Wanda waited for a moment, letting them both adjust to the sensations before, gazing into Vision's eyes, her hands braced on his chest, she slowly began to move, rocking her hips against his.

Vision's hands rested on Wanda's hips, giving himself leverage for when he let himself move with her. It had been so long, and watching her move over him, so beautiful to him, so perfect, was almost enough to bring him undone right away, but the most wonderful little noises were beginning to spill from Wanda's lips, and he wanted to hear more of them, so he held on, the sounds of Wanda's pleasure mingling with his own.

He wanted to kiss her, and so he sat up, crushing his lips to hers, their hips now moving in a perfect rhythm. His lips soon moved to Wanda's neck, and she held him there, letting him mark her as his, because she was, oh, she was.

Wanda's eyes were starting to glaze over, the movement of her hips becoming jerky as the familiar pressure, albeit much more intense than she was used to, coiled in her belly.

"Vizh.. Vision.. I.. Vision!"

She cried out his name as the waves crashed over her, heard Vision's answering cry, her name on his lips.

Wanda shuddered a little as she came down from her high. For a moment, suddenly, she was afraid. Vision had got what he wanted, now she could go.

Instead he held her tighter, lips pressing to her chest, over her racing heart. Shakily whispering.

"Te iubesc.."

"W-What?"

"Did I say that right?" Vision frowned. "I practised, but.."

Wanda kissed him, a dazzling smile spreading over her face.

"I love you too."