"Spent"

Chapter Eight

By darthelwig

Ten days. Ten days without Vision's arms around her, without the comfort of his touch and his presence. Ten days, and he was finally coming back to her.

She was tense, pacing the roof in the moonlight, waiting for the Quinjet to land and for her teammates to disembark. Vision would seek her out, as he always did, but she couldn't just sit around and wait. She needed to watch, needed to move.

Missing Vision had made it even more difficult for her to sleep. With him gone, she felt her loneliness more acutely, her solitude threatening to crush her. How could she rest without him holding her, his warmth warding off her nightmares? How was she supposed to relax into sleep without the pleasure he brought her?

How was she supposed to exist without her heart held close?

The Quinjet startled her from her swirling thoughts, and excitement filled her as she watched her teammates walk out onto the landing pad below. Her mind reached out for Vision's as he emerged, and she gasped as she felt his intense desire to see her.

Even from ground level, Vision's eyes found hers unerringly. He wasted no time in flying to her side, and then they were in each other's arms, stumbling backwards in their passion until they hit the wall. He pressed against her, their kisses hot and urgent, hands pulling each other as close as they could get. She clutched at his back as his lips moved to her throat, and he groaned.

"Missed you," she said breathily. "Need you. Vision." She moaned his name as his lips found her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. He sucked hard, and she arched into him, nearly losing her balance until he steadied her with an arm on her waist.

"Tell me, Wanda," he said, looking at her with an intense, questioning gaze. "Tell me what you want. Anything." He kissed her gently, belying the burning need she could sense under his calm exterior.

"Just you," she said. She kissed him again, more deeply, and just like that their touches turned desperate once more. Clothing was rapidly discarded until their bodies could meet with no barriers between them, skin to skin as they both craved.

Vision slid his hands under her thighs and pulled her legs up around his waist. She braced herself, hands on his shoulders and staring into his eyes as he sank himself into her waiting heat. Her eyes closed as he seated himself fully inside of her, and she couldn't help her shaky moan. This. This was one of her favorite things, the sensation of being filled by him.

Their joining was always intense for her, but this was more than she had ever felt before. Connected to his mind as she was, she felt not only his pleasure as he began to move inside of her, but also his happiness at their reunion. The enjoyment he received from having her in his arms matched her own intense gratification at being wrapped around him once again.

She met his steady look and knew he felt it too.

They stared into each other's eyes as their bodies moved. Even as the pace increased and their breathing grew ragged, they held each other's gazes. Wanda was barely aware of her own whimpering cries as her climax fast approached. She was wrapped up in Vision, and in their mutual bliss. He was just as close as she was, just as desperate for release.

Their mouths crashed together in a searing kiss as they climaxed together, swallowing each other's moans. Wanda bucked against him uncontrollably, riding out the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Their kisses turned softer, sweeter, as the intensity of their need cooled, both temporarily sated. Vision didn't put her down, though, and she didn't care. She wanted to keep him there forever, buried inside of her where he belonged. This. This was everything.

"I love you, Vision," she whispered into his lips.

"And I you, Wanda. Always," he whispered back, and she was happy.