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He held her tight in his lap, his arms encircling her waist and lips mapping her neck and shoulders.
“Perhaps, Darling,” He pressed another kiss to her exposed shoulder. “You should try to avoid the banana peels.”
Wanda careened her go-kart to the left. Sparks flew from the wheels and Yoshi squealed. “I’m not trying to hit them, Vizh.”
He nipped at her earlobe, and Wanda drove off the edge of a bridge for the fourth time and dropped to 8th in the race. The cloud and turtle mocked her. She hit the course running once more and groaned as she immediately got stuck in the grass. “Vision, you’re distracting me.”
Eyelashes tickled her pulse and he pet her stomach in small swipes of his thumbs. “I’m merely attempting to calm you so that you can reclaim your focus.”
“No, you’re not.” Wanda clicked pause just as the finish line came into sight. Vision grazed his teeth across her shoulder and slipped a hand beneath the hem of her shirt. She shivered at his touch, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder and he rerouted his lips to hers. The remote hit the floor, the game unpausing, but there was no one to see the victory. Wanda was already one arm around her boyfriend and rotating herself to straddle him.
Vision slipped his hands in her back pockets and she ground down on his lap. It was his turn to groan. “Wanda, shall we—” He stood up, holding her flush against him and hovered them out of the game room towards his. Wanda clung to him, one arm still around his neck, but the other already beneath his shirt and scraping over his vibranium.
“Hey!” Tony yelled from the kitchen, the sound of his running echoing as he chased them down. “Hey! No!” He clapped loudly. “Bad! Down!”
Wanda pulled her hand from under Vizh’s shirt to flip Tony off as Vizh phased them both through his locked door.