"Spent"

Chapter Thirty-Three

By darthelwig

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

A/N: Today is Elizabeth Olsen's birthday so, in honor of her, our Scarlet Witch, here is a little gift. Enjoy!

The movie's credits began to roll, and Sam stood up from the armchair to stretch.

"Man, that was good," he said. "I might even have to watch this one again."

"You just have a crush on that woman from Game of Thrones. What is her name? Lena Headey," Wanda teased. She sounded sleepy but amused, and was a warm weight against him as she sat with her head on Vision's shoulder. Somehow, every time they watched a movie she ended up like this, cuddled up next to him. The others thought nothing of it. Wanda was a very tactile person with people she was close to, and Vision certainly counted as her closest friend. Only the two of them knew how far they'd moved past the point of mere friendship, and he loved having her right where she was, innocently pressed against him and making him think of things that were perhaps not so innocent.

Sam's chuckle brought his attention back to the conversation at hand.

"What can I say? I like strong women, and she looks great naked." He wiggled his eyebrows, making Wanda laugh. "Now, you two don't stay up too late. Steve wants us up extra early tomorrow."

"Yes, dad," Wanda's reply was punctuated by a huge yawn.

"Uh huh. If I was your dad, I'd take you over my knee, so no arguments." Sam was smiling as he shook his finger at her. "Goodnight."

Vision watched Sam leave, and as soon as he was out of the room, Wanda was moving to straddle him, a smirk on her lips. Her eyes were heavy lidded, but her gaze hot, and desire raced through his body at lightning speed.

"You're the only one who gets to spank me," she said, draping her arms loosely across his shoulders. The huskiness of her voice went straight to his cock, as it always did, and he felt himself hardening against her. She knew it too, the minx, because her smirk widened and she ground down on him, making them both gasp.

Vision dragged his hands over her thighs and hips, up her sides and down her back until they finally settled on her ass. He squeezed and caressed her through her skirt, watching the tiny reactions on her face that let him know how much she liked it.

"This is mine," he said, his voice low and firm. He ran his hands back over her bare thighs, fingers dipping under her skirt. "These long legs of yours, they are mine as well." He watched Wanda bite her lip, and she nodded though he hadn't been asking. He reached further then, under her skirt to the tiny slip of fabric that covered her mound, seeking her clit. He smiled when he found it, swollen and sensitive already, and Wanda's breath grew ragged as he stroked her there. "And this. Is this mine?"

"Yes," she moaned, pressing herself into his touch. Vision pulled his hand away only to draw her into a kiss, fingers tangled in the long, silky strands of her hair. He allowed himself to savor her, her taste and the softness of her lips, the feel of her tongue against his own. So sexy, so beautiful.

He trailed kisses down her neck, wishing he could mark her there, knowing she wanted that too. She shuddered when he touched his teeth to the delicate skin of her throat, her hands going to the back of his head to hold him as she tipped her head further back in invitation. Vision smiled and flicked his tongue out to taste her instead.

"Tease," Wanda pouted.

"I will not expose us. Not yet," he told her. "I am the only man here. How would you explain it?" He said it as much for himself as for her. His control only extended so far, and this woman was the one thing in this world that could threaten it.

Wanda sighed but nodded.

"Sit back, Vis. I'm done playing. And pants off." Her voice and gaze were intense now. Serious. He did as she asked, phasing his pants away as he settled back against the couch and rested his hands on her hips. His erection strained upwards as if seeking her heat.

Wanda rose above him, eyes locked on his face. She reached under her skirt with one hand to pull her panties to the side and used the other to guide him as she sank slowly down onto his cock.

If there was a heaven, this was surely it.

Her body took him in like she was made for him, or he for her. She was hot and wet, and still as tight as the first time they'd made love.

Then she began to move, short, slow rolls of her hips that kept him deep inside. Vision stared into his lover's eyes and let his hands explore her more leisurely, caressing her back and sides through her dress and enjoying the feel of her body moving under his palms.

He watched sweat bead on Wanda's brow as heat built between them. He would've been sweating too if he was capable of it. Her every shift was ecstasy, almost too intense but somehow also just enough. Her lips, plump and swollen from his kisses, were parted and her breathing was faster now. She was moving faster, fucking herself harder against him, and Vision had to steel himself from coming too soon. He wanted her release, wanted to see it.

Wanda's eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm approached, and Vision could feel his own control slipping. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulled her down as he began fucking up into her with desperate thrusts, unable to stop himself. He gritted his teeth in a last effort to hold back until she came, and when she finally bucked against him wildly, her pussy clenching and milking his cock, he let go and was lost in ecstasy.

"Vision." His name a sigh on her lips as she moved languidly against him, drawing out the last echoes of their mutual pleasure. "I love you. I love you," she whispered into his chest. She clung to him now, needy and vulnerable, and Vision wrapped his arms around her. He caught her lips in a breathy kiss.

"I love you as well, Wanda, for more than just this. Do you understand?" Their eyes met and held, and she smiled at him in a way that never failed to warm his heart. "You should rest," he said, brushing her hair back. He felt her shiver at his touch.

"I want to stay up with you all night, but yeah. I should sleep." She kissed him softly. "Stay with me?"

"Of course. Always. I will watch over you." He would. Forever.

"That's all I need."