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Gold and red arches rose above the lights, dimming the room. Soft, comfortable seats laid in rows in front of a big screen, no image displayed on it. The lights were dimmed, quiet mutterings around. She was sitting at the center row, in her red dress, looking at the screen. He was next to her, wearing a nice shirt, clutching her hand.
"Is it just me, or is the movie a taking a bit?"
Vision looked at her. "Just four and a half minutes." He said.
"Well, let's hope it's not long." She replied.
The couple remained silent. Wanda ate some very salty and buttery popcorn, just the type she loved.
"This is really good." She said, offering some to her husband. He looked at her with a smile, grabbing a handful, eating it at once.
"You really like this amount of butter?."
"You say it like that's a bad thing."
"Not at all." He replied, with a smile.
The lights dimmed, and the screen came alive with light and color. A title appeared on screen, but before she could read it, she felt something on her thigh. Vision had a hand on her, thumb at the edge of her red dress. She looked at him, seeing his real face look back at her, the gem on his forehead faintly glowing. No one else seemed to notice.
"It's a nice dress." He said.
Wanda smiled, flustered, looking at her husband. "Maybe later tonight you'll be able to see what's underneath." She said, tone devious and brazen. The hand squeezed, her heart feeling a little warmer. They turned back to the screen, yet his hand remained there.
A black screen gave way to a shot of a bedroom. It looked fashionable and impersonal. A hotel room, big bed next to a window overlooking the night skyline. There was soft music playing. A couple walked into frame, holding hands. He wore his hair long, a black suit, and a small red handkerchief peeking from the breast pocket. She wore a red dress with a golden belt at her waist. The two seemed enthralled with each other. She sat down, looking at him. His hands undid the belt, and slowly removed the dress, exposing her black lace underwear. The couple kissed, hands grabbing at one another.
Wanda's heart, already sped up, started to race. She looked down, feeling fingers slowly go between her legs. Vision leaned, kissing her neck.
"Vis..." And before she could finish her sentence, the words were caught in her throat. A rhythmic, steady movement of fingers was going against her cunt, lips pressed against her neck. She almost wondered if Vision took off her underwear without her realizing.
The woman in the screen pulled the man to the bed, undoing his pants, kissing a visible bulge. Wanda's eyes were drawn to the screen, her every other sense being overtaken by her husband.
The woman undressed, the camera giving a look at a landing strip. The fingers within Wanda went deeper, her hands grabbing at the edges of her seat. The woman pulled the man towards herself. Him, fully undressed now, slowly fucking her as she rocked against the bed. The camera didn't move, capturing the whole scene. Music and slow, soft moans were all that caused a sound.
Wanda closed her eyes, attempting not to moan, only to open them and finding Vision's face between her legs, kissing her. Somehow the dress was lifted up, yet the top was down, exposing her breasts. A hand squeezed her breast, and she followed suit with the other one. Now the couple was being shot from above. Her hands moved the man's long hair away from his face, and moved to his shoulders. He thrusted deep inside her, moaning in words Wanda couldn't make out.
Vision was relentless, eating her out, grabbing her. Wanda looked around, not being able to see the few scattered people around. But she felt a gaze, heat filling her heart. As the couple continued, she heard her eager moans, begging for one another and nearing climax. Wanda felt herself do the same, begging quietly between moans.
"Vis, fuck..." She muttered. As she did, the tongue inside her sent her over the edge. Wanda yelled out in pleasure, moaning along the couple on the screen. The feeling of eyes on her crawled up her spine. She saw a spotlight on her, light illuminating her exposed self, and one more jolt of pleasure.
And she was back in bed.
Wanda opened her eyes, looking at the barely illuminated ceiling above her. She looked to the side, Vision "sleeping" there, wearing a set of silk pajamas, which he "made" himself. Her husband laid curled up on the bed, his system set to wake either at the same hour as Wanda, or if there was any commotion. The clock at her nighstand glowed with a red 3:04 AM.
Her pulse was racing, and she felt her body slightly tremble. "Fuck."
Wanda's pajama pants were around her ankles. Tentatively, she touched her clit, finding a wet slick. "Fucking hell." She whispered.
Vision remained sleeping, perfectly still, as Wanda got up and got a fresh set of pajamas from the drawer.
She was in their bathroom, with only the mirror's light illuminating her. A shaky smile and wide eyes stared back at her.
"Hell, Wanda." She thought to herself. A flash of her dream came to her, the feeling of fingers inside her. Of Vision's mouth. And the soft echoes of moaning. She was flustered, but thought she might as well attempt sleep again. One last look at the mirror. Wanda was there, staring at her. Wanda was wearing pajamas, her cheeks a little pink. A hand slowly made it's way to between her legs. Yet the hand stopped, and Wanda went to bed.
After one more hour of not being able to calmly fall asleep, it did, as sudden as it had come to her the first time.