"The Trouble With Desire"

Chapter Three

By darthelwig

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The movie had finished hours ago. The building was quiet. It was late, and most everyone was asleep or trying to be.

Wanda and Vision were still on the couch, talking, as they had been since the credits started rolling. They sat facing each other, and Wanda hugged a cushion close to her stomach as she watched Vision speak.

Her eyes drifted to his lips of their own accord, and she wondered how they would feel if she kissed him. Would they be as smooth as they looked? Would they be soft? Would he part his lips for her, or would he freeze?

She jumped when she felt his fingers brush against her cheek.

"Wanda? Are you alright?" he asked.

"What? Um, yeah." She could feel the heat in her face and knew she was blushing. "I'm okay. Maybe a little tired."

"Perhaps it would be best if we continued our talk another night," Vision said. She could see concern for her written all across his face.

"No, I'm okay," she said. "Really."

"If you're sure." He looked unconvinced. Silence settled over them.

"Vision," Wanda said softly, looking down at the cushion she was holding. "There is something I wish to tell you. I do not know how to say it. No, I am afraid to say it."

"You can tell me anything, Wanda. I hope you know that."

His voice was so kind, so soft. She couldn't look up at him. She had told herself she wasn't going to do this. There was no need to risk the friendship they already had. She could keep her desire for him in check. Yet the words were on the tip of her tongue now, her heart waiting to spill out.

"It's alright, Wanda. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I am here for you."

Wanda looked at him, finally, forcing herself to meet his gaze, faking a bravery she didn't feel.

"I love you, Vision." There. She had said it. Simple as that. It felt good to finally say the words. "I love you, and I wish to be more than just your friend."

Vision's eyes were wide, stunned. He was extremely still, having trouble processing what she had just revealed to him.

His lack of reaction crushed her.

"I don't expect anything. I don't even know why I told you. It was a stupid idea. I'm sorry," she said in a rush. "Please, think nothing of it." She started to get up, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her in place.

"Vision?" she asked, her voice wavering.

"I- I do not know the proper way to handle this," he said. "I admit that I had hoped for this eventuality, but I had not planned for it. I just...do not know what to say."

"You hoped for this?" she asked.

"Well...yes," he said. "I feel quite strongly for you, Wanda. I do believe I love you, and that I have for quite some time. I did not wish to force myself on you, as I know your feelings on the subjects of men and lust. I would never wish to harm you."

He was looking at her so tenderly, a bit vulnerable and shy. Nervous. Wanda was overcome with the need to kiss him, and this time she didn't fight it. She moved closer to him on the couch, holding eye contact the entire time, then slowly reached up and brushed her fingers over his neck, pulling him in.

Their lips met softly. Sweetly. As an affirmation of love.

"Vis," she whispered against his mouth, heat pooling inside of her. She kissed him deeper, her tongue seeking entrance. "Let me in."

At that, his lips parted and their tongues met. It was everything Wanda had dreamed of and more. After his initial hesitation, he met her passion equally, the fire building between them. His hands moved over her sides, her back, into her hair. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck more fully as they kissed, pressing him back into the sofa.

She had been denied this too long. She wanted him too strongly to hold back. He wanted her. He desired her. She could feel it in his every touch. All control she had over her lust was slipping away.

It was too fast. She knew that in the back of her head, but the thought was being drowned out by her utter need for him. The dam had broken and the surge of her want could not be denied.

"Do you want me, Vision?" she asked, straddling his lap. She half expected him to cringe away from the intensity of her, but he didn't. He looked at her with what could only be described as desire. She was caught in his gaze, a shiver running through her.

"You know that I do, Wanda," he said.

"Say it. I want you to say it."

"I want you. So very much."

She grinned and pressed herself against him. Vision pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

"This is not the place to continue this, if that is what you want, Wanda." He nuzzled her shoulder as he spoke. "You must tell me what it is you desire."

Wanda sat back and looked at him, biting her lip, her hands trailing over his chest.

"Yes, Vision. I've wanted you for a very long time. I do not want to wait any more."

He looked gratified and relieved at her answer.

"Hold on to me," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her effortlessly while he stood.

Her head was swimming with sensation by the time they reached her room, which was closest. With her legs wrapped around him, their bodies were moving against each other in the most amazing ways. She had never gone this far with a man before. It was intoxicating. She wanted more. Always more.

Vision set her down gently on her bed, and she pulled him down into her arms.