"Spent"
Chapter Six
By darthelwig
This was one of the bad nights.
They were fewer than they used to be, before, when her brother's death was still a fresh wound in her heart, but there were still nights like this, when she couldn't settle, when the pain wouldn't let her be. Wanda always had trouble sleeping, but nights like this were so much worse, when she could barely sit still, could barely hold herself together.
Driven by her emotions, the air around her almost crackled with power, the atmosphere charged and heavy, like a storm about to strike. Vision could feel it like electricity on his skin as he reached for her, grasping her hands through the haze of red that surrounded them. She was trembling, but her slender fingers clutched at him with fierce strength, and he pulled her close. She looked up at him with a wordless plea, tears unshed but glistening in her eyes.
Vision leaned down and kissed her forcefully, his lips hard on hers. She opened her mouth and welcomed in his invading tongue, letting him taste her. She whimpered and began to kiss him back just as ferociously.
He knew what she needed. He always knew.
Vision lifted her and pressed her against the wall, his lips never leaving hers. Her arms were around his neck, keeping him close as they devoured each other. This was how it went, how it always went on nights like this. Her legs wrapped around his hips. His cock pressed against her hot cunt through their clothes as he slowly and roughly fucked her just like that.
Wanda's hands slid to his shoulders, her thighs tightening around him as she began fucking him back. Her hips rolled and jerked, and she moaned into his mouth. She broke their kiss to lean back against the wall, bracing herself as she rode him hard. She looked at him, desperate and hungry, tears still standing in her eyes, and he leaned forward to bring his lips to her ear.
"I love you, Wanda. I will always love you. From the moment I saw you, you were the one. You will always be the one. It will always be you," he whispered.
That was all it took. Her body tensed against him, then bucked and heaved as she cried out her pleasure. He held her, pressing soft kisses to her neck and cheek, ignoring the throb of his still-hard cock.
Her tears afterwards were not a surprise. That was how nights like this went. Now she could grieve. Now she could let it out.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she said through her tears. Vision let her slide to her feet, but held her close, brushing the hair off her face. He gazed down at her, eyes sad.
"It's alright, Wanda. It's okay. I'm here. It's alright." He repeated it over and over as she cried into his chest, her entire body rocked by the force of her sobs. "I'm here for you, Wanda. I will always be here."
When her tears slowed, he picked her up and laid her gently on her bed, then climbed in beside her. She pressed herself into him, and he cradled her close, just enjoying the feel of her in his arms. When she eventually slept, it was with her head nestled in his neck and his rich voice in her ears, telling her it would be okay.