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The battle hadn’t even been declared won before they were on each other. The other avengers were still milling about, taking statements, and administering first aid. The baddies were restrained but yet to be have been processed. News copters still chopped about. The mayor’s orders were still to stay indoors.
Wanda and Vision didn’t care about any of it. Their only concerns were their joined lips and frantic hands. Battle always got them worked up, but especially whether of them delivered the final blow.
Today, they had delivered the blow together. Vision occupied the foes focus in the abandoned building as Wanda snuck from behind. Once close, she manipulated his thoughts to reveal where the hostages were, and once Natasha confirmed the info, she put the foe out like a light.
They had never fucked in Central Park. That was soon to change as Wanda pushed through some high shrubbery to find a grassy and secluded area.
Vision had detached his cape before they even found a clearance, the fabric bunched in his arms as he hurried to stay hot on his wife’s heels. He didn’t care where Wanda chose for them, so long as she chose soon. The way her eyes glowed red, hands sparkled… the foes had not been the only ones enchanted.
Wanda snatched the fabric from his arms, laid it out over the dirt, and grabbed the front of his uniform, pulling him down to the ground atop her. Their lips melted together, hot and needy while their hands roamed. Vision worked at her corset, and she clawed at his phased-on uniform until he dropped it away.
“Someone could see us,” Wanda rasped out, fingers digging into her husband’s shoulders, hips bucking up into his body.
Vision sucked a mark onto her neck, growled into her skin. “You chose this spot.” He bit her shoulder, shoved his hand down her pants to stroke her wet folds. “You chose the risk.”
She was always extra wet after battle. The physical exertion, the adrenaline, watching Vision in his skin-tight bodysuit all served to make her ravenous. Vision added another finger, curling them into her to make her cry out. She ground into his hand, writhing on his cape and gasping with delight.
Vision didn’t sweat, was physically indistinguishable before and after battle, but Wanda would swear that he felt different. Maybe it was an emotional change, his intense need for emotional release after worrying about those in danger. Maybe he was just worked up from watching his wife work. Regardless, Wanda was unsurprised when his fingers disappeared, and stimulation was replaced with his mouth.
She didn’t think that Vision ate her out better after a threat was resolved. She knew he was better. His tongue went deeper, faster like he was trying to drown all of his senses in her, forget the rest of the world. He sucked and lapped at her, one hand firm on her hip, pinning her to the Earth, and while the other palmed at her breast. Wanda pressed on the back of his head, lost herself in the pleasure of his adoration until she was so sensitive, so raw from being on the edge for such a long stretch of time, she pushed his mouth away, her magic pulling him up her body until she could free his length and greedily take him in.
Vision’s hips snapped rhythmically, desperate, as his mouth worked at her chest and throat. By the end of their lovemaking, Wanda would look more harmed than she did after the battle, and she loved it, moaning and mewling, her legs wrapped around his hips and nails in his back. She bore down his cock, squeezing him and urging his pleasure until he came in her with a groan.
His lips met hers again, tasting of her want, as he pulsated deep within and filled her. The sounds of the outer world entered her senses again, and she wrapped them both in his cape as they came down. Her hands lazily pet his back, soothing the marks she had left just moments before.
“We need to return home,” Vision panted into her neck, slipped himself out of her.
“Mm,” Wanda kissed his shoulder, refused to let him get up. “I want to have you on me longer.”
Vision smiled, phased his clothes back on. “My darling,” He whispered. “That is precisely why I wish to return.”
She joined him in smiling and made haste to redress too.