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“Spent”

Chapter Seventeen

By darthelwig

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He'd almost lost her.

Fear like he'd never known before still gripped his chest, a cold knot lodged in his heart, and it hurt.

Just a stupid stray bullet, a tiny bit of metal, had nearly ripped away his world.

How did people live like this, with this bitter feel of mortality heavy on their shoulders? How did they think about the eventual deaths of their loved ones and maintain any grip on their emotions? He was barely holding it together. He hadn't even been able to hold her like he wanted to on the way back, having to settle for staying close, where she could be aware of his presence. He wanted nothing more than to throw all pretense aside and claim her as his to take care of, but she wouldn't want that. Not now, and maybe not ever, and this was certainly not the time to discuss it.

A stray bullet nearly ended her life.

It was an eternity before he could finally be alone with her in her room. She moved stiffly, and he helped ease her out of her clothes and onto the bed. They didn't bother dressing her again, only locked the door so they wouldn't be disturbed.

Vision lay beside her, propped up on his elbow, almost afraid to touch her, certainly too nervous to go anywhere near the wound on her side. She watched him quietly, smiling softly. The painkillers she'd been given had made her sleepy, and she'd rested in the infirmary for quite a while, but eventually she'd woken up and wanted her own bed, so there they were.

“Make love to me,” she said softly, reaching up a hand to cup Vision’s face. He immediately shook his head to deny her, but she cut him off. “I want this. I want you. You won't hurt me, Vis. I just want to feel alive.”

How could he deny her, when she put it like that? God knew, he wanted her. Even injured, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and with her laying there, looking up at him with desire in her eyes, it was difficult to keep himself in check. Her wound was the only thing that could distract him from the soft fullness of her breasts, the remembered taste of her nipples and skin, the long legs he loved having wrapped around him as he buried himself inside of her. Oh yes. He wanted her. He wanted to remind himself she was here, she was safe, she was alive and strong. He wanted to feel the life in her.

He groaned, and reached for her hip, caressing her there before dragging his fingers up her torso to cup her breast. He thumbed her nipple, making her sigh appreciatively. He kept his touches to her breasts feather-light and gentle until he brought his head down and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth. A gasp of mingled pleasure and pain escaped her as she arched up into him, clutching at his head to bring him closer, and he pulled away.

“This is not a good idea. That hurt you,” he said, concern written all over his features.

“Vision, I'm not that breakable. You don't have to worry,” she said, guiding his face until he looked into her eyes. “It's okay. You don't have to be afraid. Now touch me.”

Vision swallowed hard against a sudden lump in his throat at the utter trust in her eyes. He dropped his gaze to her body, letting it travel over the smooth, lush lines of her form, allowing himself to want. He looked back at her, finding only desire and need on her face.

He kissed her, long and sweet, as he reached down to squeeze her hip and caress her thigh. He nibbled her lower lip, dragged his tongue over it, teasing her, as he trailed his fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. He placed little kisses along her jaw and neck while he grabbed her thigh and brought it up against him, pushing his knee firmly between her legs and feeling the heat of her. He nipped her earlobe while he gently rocked against her, holding himself up so he didn't press against her injury, letting her feel his erection. Her parted lips were too great a temptation to resist, and he kissed her again, swallowing her moans.

She was ecstasy. Bliss. He forced himself to slow down instead of speed up like his body ached to do. Instead, he sat up and positioned himself fully between her legs. Her body, laid out before him so wantonly, was the most powerful aphrodisiac. He was harder than he had ever been, his every nerve ending more sensitive.

He slid his hands up her body, over her stomach, cupping her breasts and pulling gently on her hardened nipples. He bent over her to take each one into his mouth, making sure to pay equal attention to both. She was whimpering and stroking his head and back, the feel and sounds of her making him burn.

He kissed her again, almost chastely, before working his way down her body with his lips and tongue. He didn't stop until he reached her core, dripping wet and ready for him.

“Don't move,” he said harshly, and she moaned. He could feel the muscles in her thighs tense as she felt his breath on her, then his tongue was in her, her taste filling his mouth, and he was lost in the pleasure. He went slowly at first, making sure she would heed his instruction, but when she stayed where she was, he let himself enjoy her fully. He ran his tongue over every inch of her, licked and sucked every silky fold, flicked his tongue softly over her clit. Her cries were needy, broken things, until he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, and she moaned loud enough to wake the dead.

And still, she didn't move, didn't writhe beneath him or lose control. She was so good for him, so patient. He would give her everything she needed.

He swiped his tongue over he again, leaving her slick and wet, but wanting to taste her all the same. She shuddered, her body still primed and sensitive, like his own. They were made for each other, destined for this.

He slid a finger into her as he sat up, watching her take shallow, panting breaths as he fucked her on it. He pulled it out of her only to bring it to her lips, and she eagerly took it into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it as she stared at him, their gazes locked. The feel of her tongue swirling around his finger was almost too much to bear. His cock throbbed and twitched as he pressed the length of it against her.

Wanda smirked at him as he slid his finger from her mouth with a strangled groan. He pushed her thigh apart with both hands and positioned himself carefully.

“Be still,” he said, and sank his cock slowly into her. It was agonizing, the intensity of what he was feeling. She wrapped around him like a glove, perfectly fitted for his hard length, unbelievably hot and slick. He kept going until he was fully seated inside of her, then paused for a handful of breaths to gather his surprisingly threadbare control before beginning his slow slide out. He kept his pace relaxed, unhurried, fighting the urge to plunge inside her like an animal. The sight of bandages over her side kept him in check, reminded him of his need for care.

Wanda quivered beneath him, dragging in shaky breaths, eyes closed. He looked down and watched where their bodies joined, watched himself enter her again and again. He was mesmerized, fascinated at how she stretched to accommodate him. It never ceased to amaze him. It never failed to turn him on even more. God, he wasn't going to last.

“Look at me,” he said, voice rough and strained. “Wanda.”

She forced her eyes open and met his stare. He could see the effort not to move etched on her face. She grabbed the sheets in tight fists, and he knew she was close. He was close. He couldn't stop the sounds he was making.

He circled his thumb over her clit, and the muscles in her stomach jumped as she climaxed, crying out loudly. He held her gaze as he joined her, the feel of her body clenching around him sending him over the edge. He held as still as he could, jerking his hips only slightly as his control began to fail completely. She was his undoing, his weakness, and she always would be.

Some distant part of him wondered if the sounds of their pleasure had been overheard, as they had both been quite loud near the end, but he couldn't really care right now. For now, there was only the two of them and their tiny world in her bedroom, with their love secure between them.

Wanda smiled up at him, the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen.

“Told you so.”
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