AN: Enjoy!
As the weeks went by, Vision and Wanda settled into a strange little routine. Vision would make Wanda breakfast, then head off to work in the early morning.
He would return in the late afternoon after school let out. Change Wanda's bandages, though noted that her wounds would soon be healed enough that he would no longer have to.
And often when he came home, Vision got into the habit of bringing Wanda something. Not always ice cream, but some sort of treat. Like potato chips, or chocolate. She would often share these things with him, letting him taste them on her lips if it was something he hadn't tried. Once, Wanda had jokingly referred to these treats as payment for the lessons she gave him, at which point he had stammered out that they definitely weren't, and Wanda had laughed, in that sultry little way she did that made his heart flutter and stomach do back-flips.
"Relax, Inger, I was only joking. I know I am worth more than a packet of potato chips.." Her laughter faded and she paused for a moment, seeming strangely insecure. "I am, right?"
"Of course!"
"Good answer. You passed the test" Wanda grinned, although, as often with her, Vision wasn't quite certain if it really had been just a test. "Now come here, and I'll teach you how to take off a bra. You'd be surprised how many men absolutely do not have a clue.."
And so, Wanda taught Vision. That, and quite a few other things besides. Like how to touch a woman's breasts without being too rough, although she made sure he knew that the definition of 'too rough' would differ from woman to woman. She also taught him that some women, herself included, would like him to use his mouth, and she had laughed at the slightly awestruck look on Vision's face when she had let him see her entirely topless for the first time.
Wanda's lessons were becoming a little more, well, enthusiastic, on her part, as her leg healed more, and she graduated from crutches to a cane, which Vision procured for her. Despite this increasing enthusiasm, including regularly stripping Vision of his shirt to render them both half half naked, Wanda still had not touched Vision where he most ached for that touch, and so the aftermath of Wanda's lessons had resulted in Vision becoming very well acquainted with his own hand.
Those with more knowledge on the subject probably would have called Wanda a tease, but Vision didn't have enough experience in the matter to really understand. And besides, it didn't matter much anyway on the day that things changed. The day when Wanda had been half naked in Vision's lap, soft moans escaping her throat as he suckled at one breast while his hand toyed with the other, using the lessons she had taught him so far.
While one of Wanda's hands was buried in Vision's golden hair to keep his mouth right where she wanted him, the other drifted downwards, unzipping his trousers and somehow managing to maneuver them down enough to wrap her slim fingers around his painfully hard cock.
Vision jumped slightly at her touch, his wings springing out once more.
"Relax, Inger, I'm not going to hurt you.." She gently pumped him. "This has to feel better than your own hand, right?"
"Y-Yes.." Her hand did feel much better than his own, softer, and despite everything he had been taught as an Angel, he believed that Wanda wouldn't hurt him. However, he did find himself feeling a little embarrassed about the fact that she had known what he was doing.
"It's okay.." Wanda kissed his neck. "I touch myself too. But now, I want you to touch me."
"Y-You do?" a moan escaped Vision's throat.
"I do.." she guided Vision's hand beneath her skirt, and between her thighs into hot, silky wetness, smirking when he gasped.
"You.. Y-You're not wearing.."
"Demons usually don't.." Wanda rocked her hips, grinding against Vision's hand. "We prefer, uh.. Easy access."
"Oh.." Some deep instinct inside Vision took hold, and he slipped a finger inside her, pumping it slowly.
"Mmm.. baiat bun.."
"W-What?" Vision asked, though, encouraged by her reaction, he added another finger.
"Good boy" Wanda translated, biting her lip. "You're learning fast.."
"Maybe I have a good teacher.."
"Oh, you definitely do.." Wanda smirked, her hand pumping him faster.
Vision tried to continue his own actions, but soon found it hard to focus, his pleasure reaching its peak, and he cried out, hips jerking slightly.
"I.. sorry.." He felt strangely embarrassed.
"Hey, it's okay.." Wanda's voice was surprisingly gentle, cleaning her hand from a box of nearby tissues. "You're inexperienced, this will happen. Sure, everyone will tell you a real gentleman will make sure his lady comes first, but really, the important part is making sure the lady comes anyway, even if he's already had his turn. So.." She pressed herself against him.
"Oh.. uh.. Right.." Vision blushed, continuing the earlier movement of his fingers, still buried inside her.
"T-There we go.. If you kind of, curl them a bit.. Yes, like that.. And your thumb.. Ah, right there Vizh, just keep doing that!"
So Vision did. He watched Wanda, watched her face flush, moans escaping her throat, her breath quickening. Watched her pupils turn wide and dark, her pleasure rising, higher, higher, until she came apart on his hand, head thrown back and crying out to the heavens.
And Vision was completely, hopelessly lost, because, meeting her eyes as she came down from her high, there was no doubt in Vision's mind that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. So, he told her so. Well, maybe with not quite so many words, but he did say:
"You're beautiful.."
For the briefest of moments, Vision thought he saw Wanda almost smile.. Then she frowned, quickly moving out of his lap, her eyes flashing their demonic red.
"Don't say that.."
"Why not?" Vision was confused.
"Because there is a fine, dangerous line between 'beautiful' and 'love', and you and I are absolutely not crossing that line, remember?" Wanda retrieved her shirt, tugging it back on and reaching for her cane so she could stand, limping towards the bathroom. "Besides, in another few weeks I'll be healed up and out of your hair.."
"Oh.. right.." Vision sighed.
"But don't worry, Inger.. I won't leave before we've finished your lessons.."
"That's, uh.. Good to know, I suppose.."
That night, Vision lay awake on the couch, feeling very confused. He had promised Wanda that he would not fall in love with her, and he had fully intended to keep that promise at the time. He was an angel after all, goodness and light, and she was a demon, born from fire and brimstone and evil. The idea of them falling in love was impossible, or so he had thought at the time.
Wanda was the one who had muddied the waters with her 'lessons'. Trying to convince him that sex and love were something separate, that one could exist without the other, when that was even more ridiculous than the idea of them falling in love. Because how could he kiss her, touch her, see her, as gorgeous as she was, and feel nothing?
And now, after today, Vision was even more confused. Feeling her, kissing her, watching her find bliss at his hand, how could he not want more? Except, of course, that 'more' would be a step closer to Wanda leaving. He sighed, standing up, intending to fetch a warm drink to try and settle himself, when he noticed that Wanda seemed a little restless. Vision approached the bed, wondering whether he should wake her, when her eyes opened.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah!" Vision jumped. "I, uh, I'm sorry. You were tossing and turning a bit, so I was just checking if.."
"Come here.."
"Okay.." He took a few steps closer.
"I mean into the bed," said Wanda. "I'm cold. Maybe you can do something useful with those wings of yours.."
Wanda's eyes were green again now. She looked strangely small, vulnerable, and it was suddenly very easy for Vision to believe that she had been fully human once. He slipped into the bed, carefully wrapping his wings around her.
"Is this better?"
"Yes.." Wanda curled into him. "Much better."
Before too long, she had drifted back to sleep.
Vision sighed. Wanda was still sending him very mixed messages. Maybe for now, all he could do was hold her, for as long as she would let him.
