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A/N: This series is inspired by an awesome post by Tumblr user lumosinlove about different kinds of kisses to write about.
I plan to go in order of the kisses in the post. The first one was goodbye kisses: “Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store.”
Vision does a final check of the duffel bag he had prepared the night before for the upcoming mission, his first since they were all brought back, his first without Wanda. She sits on their bed while he works, biting her lip. He bends over to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I will only be gone two days, Wanda. The trip will be over before you know it.”
“What if something happens?”
“It will not. But if it does, we will call you and Carol to rescue us.”
She does not smile as he had expected her to. “Why don’t I go with you, just in case?”
“I would love for you to go with us, but you are needed here with the United Nations meeting.” There are delegations from all over the world coming in the same weekend that Vision, Sam, and Bucky are due to stop an arms sale. With the occasional breakouts of unrest, the Avengers are being called upon to prevent possible disturbances. They are still spread thin and adjusting to the new world, but they simply do their jobs.
Just then the call comes over the intercom for wheels up in fifteen minutes. Vision can see Wanda’s fingernails digging into her palms, so he gently loosens her grip and clasps her hands. “Wanda, darling, I am nervous as well.” Vivid nightmares had painted his dreams over the last few nights. It has only been since he returned that he has truly given himself over to sleep. He has found it pleasant and refreshing, but he finally understands how Wanda’s nightmares haunt her. Still, now is not the time for that conversation. Vision knows that the probability that anything will damage him during this mission is extremely low; it is his job to remain strong for her. “But there is nothing to be afraid of.”
“I know. I’m being silly.” She shakes her head, and Vision hates to see her think lowly of herself, to any degree.
“Never.” He raises his hands to cup her face and push her hair out of the way, leaning down to kiss her. It starts with a gentle brush of their lips, but soon Wanda deepens the kiss. She pulls on his neck until he is bent over her and her body is arched backward in a way that appears uncomfortable. Vision minimizes their height difference by picking her up, cradling her under her thighs.
Wanda sighs when their lips are aligned again. “Much better.” He does not have time to agree before her lips crash against his. Their mouths move together desperately, her legs wrapped around him and his hands squeezing her. They finally pull apart so that Wanda can breathe. He takes advantage of his free mouth to place kisses along her jaw and neck. Wanda moans lightly, and he knows they have to stop because they do not have time to finish what they started.
He pulls away enough to nuzzle at her neck. “I must go.” Vision breathes her in one last time before separating from her entirely and setting her down.
“I love you, Vizh.” Though Wanda has told him so 137 times since his revival, he has still not grown used to it.
“And I love you, Wanda Maximoff.” He has not tired of returning the sentiment either.
“Be safe.” He raises her hand to his lips for one last taste of her skin, and she gives him a quick hug, breathing him in as he did to her.
“I will.” She finally steps away. “Farewell. I will call you when we arrive.”
“Come back soon.” With that, Vision departs, secure in the knowledge that nothing would keep him from Wanda for long.