"Spent"
Chapter Fifty-One
By Darthelwig
***I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
A/N: Thank you to Anxiouscookie for the amazing review on the last chapter. It's what's kept me going on this fic during my writer's block.
WANDAVISION IS COMING!
He dwarfs her. His frame, so tall, so broad compared to hers, swallows her when they're close. She feels small, safe and protected by the superhuman strength he possesses. She doesn't want to need that, doesn't want to crave it, but there is a part of her that yearns to put her burdens aside if even for a moment, to let him carry them for her, and she is not a strong enough person to resist. She puts her safety, her life and happiness, in his hands and feels better for it.
She embraces him, pulls him to her and presses him close. His skin is smooth and warm, even where he is more metal than man. He presses his mouth to her throat and she shivers at the glide of silken lips over her flesh. Her hands caress the hard planes of his back, urge him onward with fingertips and nails along his spine. She feels him softly laugh into her shoulder, and she smiles.
"Nymph," he calls her, smiling down at her fondly. His teeth are strikingly white against his dark skin, and she pulls him into a kiss. He always tastes faintly of metal, just slightly, just a hint of it, and she has discovered a fondness for the flavor.
He is on top of her, but not crushing or smothering. Vision is always so careful of her, even when he fulfills her darker desires, but right now is all about pleasure. Hers, his, theirs together. She doesn't need the bite of pain to sate the lust building within her, only his touch and the warmth of his affection.
Wanda nips his lip and reaches down, takes his hard length in her hand and feels him shiver as she gives him a firm stroke. Her eyes stay locked with his as she positions him and he slowly pushes into her. She clutches at him, nails digging into his synthetic skin as he fills her, but she keeps her eyes open and focused on him as she gasps.
He fills her completely and perfectly. Her perfect lover. He begins to move within her and she can feel the laser-like focus of his attention even as she begins to lose herself in the sensations. Her head tips back and she moans his name.
No one understands, no one could ever understand, how much he means to her and how very human he is when he's burying himself inside of her and driving them both to completion. He is rocking against her with every thrust, grinding her clit and sending her racing towards her inevitable climax. She reaches for it, greedy, rolling her hips to match his movements, and soon she is shaking apart beneath him, stars exploding in her eyes.
He doesn't stop but also doesn't speed up, though she can feel the effort it takes him to hold back. His body is trembling, his lips a tight line. She knows he needs to come. Her body is still milking his shaft, residual tremors becoming full-fledged squeezes as her pleasure begins to build again. She can feel the tension in his body when she runs her hands over him, and she knows he is close.
"Vision," she gasps into his shoulder.
"Wanda." His voice is shaky, breathless. His movements are less smooth now, less controlled. He is so, so close.
"Marry me," she says, and he stops moving altogether. She chances a look, and his eyes are wide, shocked.
"Wanda?" he asks almost in a whisper. She cups his face and kisses his parted lips.
"Not now. Not this minute. Maybe not even anytime soon. But one day... marry me. You're the only man I want to marry, Vis, the only one I would ever commit to. I love you." She lets her devotion speak for itself, lets love shine in her eyes, lets herself be vulnerable before him. He is her Vision, and he is her only safe place. "Will you marry me, Vision?" she asks once more, and the smile he gives her is blinding.
"Yes, Wanda. Of course I'll marry you. I just didn't think you would ever wish to do that," he tells her.
"I want to bind myself to you, and you to me. Officially."
She can see how touched he is. Vision never values himself enough, and she gently wipes the tears from his eyes and kisses him again. This time he responds, almost devouring her in his need. And when he begins to move inside her again, it is with sure, purposeful, and firm movements, movements she knows are designed to ignite her lust. He knows her body, knows her better than anyone else ever has, and she can feel the pleasure building rapidly. Her head is spinning with it.
Vision is calling her name with every hard thrust. The blatant need in his voice drives her onward, and when he presses his thumb to her clit she explodes, her red wrapping around them both as she writhes beneath him. He isn't far behind. He calls her name one last time, voice strangled and hoarse, and plunges as deeply into her as he can go, holding himself there as he comes.
The red fades as the world comes back into focus. His face is close, it's all she can see, he is all she can feel, her entire world narrowed down to this man. Her lover. He is inside of her where he belongs, and she never wants to let him leave.
"I love you, Wanda. Forever. Nothing will ever change that."
"I know," she says, smiling. "I never doubt you."