"Spent"

Chapter Forty-Six

By Darthelwig

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

Wanda followed Vision into his room, closing and locking the door behind her, her watchful gaze never leaving him. He was angry, hurt, like she'd never seen him before. She couldn't blame him. She was angry too. But it felt unnatural to see these emotions on Vision's normally serene face.

"I am not a man, Wanda."

"You are."

"I am not," he said. "Even our teammates have trouble believing I could be more than a machine. Perhaps that's all I am."

"Vision," Wanda said firmly. "You are not a machine. I have seen your mind, your heart. You are human, as much as any of us are."

"You can't know that."

"I can. I do."

"Just because you feel for me, Wanda, does not mean you are correct."

That enraged her. "Feel for you? I fucking love you, Vision. Don't you ever make that less than it is. You think I would spend my time fucking some machine? Something like Ultron? You think I would let something like that touch me?" He looked stunned by the ferocity and anger behind her words as she spat them at him, but she was slowly winding down, her anger spent. "There's only you, you idiot. Human and fallible and ridiculous, and the only man I can imagine being with." She shrugged helplessly.

She couldn't read the expression on Vision's face, but the intensity of his gaze had her tingling.

"I apologize, Wanda. I hadn't thought of it that way."

"I just want you to understand, Vis. I want you to believe. You deserve that."

"Do I? And what do you deserve, Wanda?" he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. He was moving closer, and she shivered in anticipation. He reached out and cupped her face, slipped his fingers into her hair and held tight as he tipped her face up and kissed her. "You deserve the world," he said as he kissed his way down her neck, lingering when he reached her pulse point. He brought their lips together again and Wanda wanted to keep kissing him forever.

"I do not have the world to give you," Vision continued, "but I will give you everything that I can."

Wanda's breathing became ragged as he sank to his knees and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. He slid them down her legs, making sure to touch her the entire way, and she was already shaky when she stepped out of them.

"Hold your skirt up, please. I wish to see you."

Wanda lifted her skirt with trembling hands. She was so fucking wet already, her body always so ready for him. Cool air hit the heat between her legs as he guided her legs apart but did nothing to douse the fire that burned for him. She was putty in his hands, ready to accept whatever he would give her.

Vision stroked her slit with his fingers, making her knees buckle, but she caught herself. He slid a finger between her folds, taking his time, teasing all the places he knew so well. She couldn't stop the sounds that were coming from her mouth, didn't even want to try. Let him hear how badly she wanted him and how deeply he affected her. As if there could be any doubt.

She had to brace herself on his shoulders when he rolled soft circles over her clit, but he took her weight easily, steadying her with one hand while he worked her with the other. It was inevitable that she come as soon as he slid his fingers inside her slick hole, as worked up as she was, and she did. She came apart on his hand as he thrust into her, and he hummed appreciatively.

He kept his fingers inside her as he moved his thumb over her clit, and she made a sound of protest that he quickly hushed. She used to think she couldn't come again, not so quickly, not after an orgasm like that, but Vision had taught her differently. He knew her body even better than she did, as much time as he'd taken to explore it, and she could feel the pressure building again, liquid heat pooling in her core at his touch. It wasn't long before she came hard and fast, grinding on his hand.

She let her skirt drop when she stood up straight again, breathing hard, but Vision shook his head as he sucked her slick off his fingers.

"Skirt up, Wanda."

She paused, eyes wide and hands trembling, but she obeyed, pulling her skirt up and letting him look at her. He guided her legs apart again and she started to protest though she didn't resist.

"I am not done with you yet," he said with a hungry look on his face. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving into her sopping wet pussy, thoroughly devouring her, and her arousal skyrocketed so fast she went lightheaded. He licked and slurped at her, sucked at her clit until she was so weak in the knees he was the only thing holding her up. Her eyes were shut tight, and his name became a chant she was barely aware of, her voice distant in her own ears.

"Fuck," she cried out as she came so hard she collapsed on top of him completely. Vision held her gently as he rose to his feet, cradling her against his chest.

As weak as she felt, she pulled his head down to her, kissed her taste off his lips. "You're the only man for me, Vis. The only man. A machine couldn't love me, and I know you do."

"I do love you, Wanda. More than I can say." He was looking at her with such utter devotion in his eyes. She could never doubt him.

"Take me to bed, Vis. You've worn me out."

"As you wish."