"Spent"

Chapter Forty-Four

By Darthelwig

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

A/N: Thank you to everyone who is still reading this fic. I can't believe you're still here!

Also, a huge thanks to JustAnotherMarvelGirl and redromanova for being the best cheering squad anyone could ask for.

I owe this chapter to a suggestion by CaptainStarChaser over on Ao3. I hope I did it justice!

She shut her door with a sigh and sank onto her bed. The bustle of the compound and demands of training couldn't distract her from his absence. She reached out and brushed her hand over the bed where he would normally be, eyes hot on her as she lay there.

She could see him in her mind's eye. His smooth, lean body, all warm skin and metal, his eyes so different from anyone else's but filled with all the desire and love of his humanity. Her nipples tightened, sensitive through her thin bra, as she pictured him. Arousal buzzed under her skin, until she couldn't stand it anymore.

In seconds she had her phone to her ear, clutching it tightly while her other hand traveled a path up and down her stomach, gently teasing herself.

"Wanda?"

"Vision," she breathed. "I need you." She cupped her breast and squeezed. It wasn't enough. It wasn't his hands, his long fingers, but it would have to do.

"I see," he said, much too calmly for her liking.

She felt like whining. Begging. His smooth voice in her ear, so cultured, controlled, sounding so close she could almost feel his breath against her skin. It sent a shiver through her that began heat pooling between her legs.

"One moment," Vision said. She heard movement on the other end of the line and then his voice was back, even closer than before, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. "I'm here, Wanda," he said simply. "Tell me."

She licked her lips and had to swallow hard before she could speak, and still her voice came out hoarsely. "I've been thinking of you. Missing you. I need you here, need you with me," she said.

"I will be soon. I promise. We won't be needed here much longer, and I will come straight to you when I return."

"Will you?" she asked breathlessly as she brushed her fingers across her nipple.

"Don't I always?"

"Yes," she said.

"Are you in your room now?" he asked, and she nodded as she hummed out an affirmative. "Tell me," Vision said firmly, and Wanda closed her eyes.

"I'm on my back, on our bed. I can't stop touching myself. It feels too good. But it's still not you. I want you." She took a shaky breath and let it out slowly.

"Take off your underwear, Wanda."

She wasted no time. She dropped the phone on the bed and wiggled out of her panties as fast as she could before snatching her phone back up. "I did it," she said breathlessly.

"Good girl. Now, knees apart, Wanda. I want your legs spread for me."

God, she could feel how wet she was even without touching herself. The air in the room did nothing to cool the burning hunger between her legs. Feet flat on the bed, knees bent and legs parted, she waited for Vision's instructions with bated breath.

Vision's low hum of appreciation was music to her ears.

"How many times have I seen you like this, Wanda? How many times have you lain there spread open and waiting for me?" he asked, and she felt the silk of his voice like a caress.

"So many times, Vis. I'd do anything for you."

"I know, Wanda. As I would for you. If only I could be there now to touch you, to taste you."

"Yes," she hissed, swirling her fingers in lazy circles around her clit but not touching. Not yet. "Need it. Need you, Vision." She was trembling, already sensitized to his voice, his words. Her body responded to him so readily, every time. The arousal was like a drug in her veins, hot and sweet, leaving her feeling at once both light as a feather and heavy with want.

"Are you touching yourself, Wanda?" Vision asked. As if he didn't already know the answer to that question, as if the answer wasn't readily available in her stuttering breaths.

"Yes, Vis. Yes," she answered anyway, wanting to please him. Another quiet hum of pleasure in her ear was her reward, sending her hips rocking upwards against her hand.

"I'm touching myself as well." She moaned at the thought of it, at the mental image of Vision's slim fingers grasping and stroking his cock. "Such a poor substitute for your touch, Wanda." His voice was breathy now, and she whimpered and ground her cunt against her palm.

"Touch your breasts, Wanda."

God, she didn't want to. She wanted more friction, more pressure. She wanted to come.

"Vis-"

"Now, Wanda. I want you to pinch your nipples for me. I can't be there to do it, so I want you to do it for me."

She let out a strangled moan but did as she was told, pulled her slick fingers away from the burning hunger between her legs and pinched her nipples one after the other, tugged them and pretended it was Vision's hands on her. She wanted his mouth, hot and wet and sucking her so perfectly.

"Feels so good, Vis."

"Tell me." There was edge to his voice now, and her entire body responded to his tone. She shuddered as a frisson of excitement ran through her, almost overwhelming. She swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to speak.

"Imagining you, Vis. Your mouth on me. Wanna feel you on top and inside me. Press me down and fuck me. I'm aching for it. So wet for you, Vis. So fucking ready."

His breaths were heavy now, she could hear him stroking himself hard and fast in the background and she arched up into her hand, fingers tightening on the firm point of her nipple and tweaking it hard.

"Please, Vis," she breathed.

"Yes, Wanda," he all but growled. "Do it. I want to hear you."

She nearly cried with relief as she finally slid her hand back down and rolled her clit beneath her fingers. Her climax was immediate and powerful. She cried Vision's name as her body jerked and shook apart. His voice in her ear, crying out his own release, sent her head spinning. All she could feel was him, all she could taste was him. Her body remembered him, brought him closer, filled and fulfilled her.

She rocked with aftershocks as her mind slowly cleared, and she curled up on her side as Vision whispered loving words in her ear.

"Come home soon," she whispered, her need transformed into the hollow ache of missing him.

"I will." His voice was soft, gentle.

"Promise?"

"I promise, Wanda."

"Good." She smiled. "I'll welcome you home properly."

"I will never want to leave again," he chuckled.

"That's the idea."