April 26 - Skye/JARVIS/Vision “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” (For the Skye and JARVIS/Vision I love when they are ACE but not ARom) for @williamthebloodyakaspike
Written by @ladywinterlight
Skye stumbled in the door to the Avengers lounge, looking very much worse for the wear. She had clearly showered and changed, but her eyes were sunken and her expression closed off. Fortunately for her, Vision was the only one in the room.
“Skye?” he asked, his tone concerned. He moved to her side and offered an arm to support her. She leaned gratefully against his solid frame and let him almost carry her to the couch. “What happened?”
“Bad intel. Mission went sideways,” was all she said.
“I’m sorry to hear that, darling,” he said as they settled down.
Skye shifted so she was half in his lap, her head on his shoulder. His arms cradled her gently, knowing she enjoyed the contact. Most of the team misunderstood her asexual nature and avoided touching her at all outside of sparring and business. But Vision understood that she was actually highly tactile, just not in a sexual way.
JARVIS’s fondness for the young hacker had transferred to Vision, and upon meeting Quake they had formed a very interesting romantic entanglement of sorts.
Vision was the only one of the Avengers allowed to call her Skye, though Tony often referred to her as ‘Skyenet.’
“Thanks, Vis,” Skye murmured. She had no idea why snuggling an android was so damn comfy, but it was. He was warm and strong and he always held her just right. She could always depend on his strength when hers began to run out.
“Of course,” he answered softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Is there anything else I can do to help?”
“Kiss the hell out of me. Please. I don’t want to think for a while.”
Vision smiled and lifted her just enough for their lips to meet. “I’d be happy to,” he whispered against her mouth. Then he kissed her properly. Over and over and over again.
Skye let out a happy sigh as her mind let go of the day’s events. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kisses with fervor. “I love you,” she whispered when they finally parted.
“And I love you, Skye,” Vision responded. “Come on, darling. You need food and rest. You can go over what happened on the mission tomorrow. For tonight… I’m going to make you relax.”
“Make me, huh?” Skye asked with a smirk. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not hard for you to convince.”
Vision scooped her up, rising easily to his feet. “I think I’d manage either way.”
Skye laughed. “You might just be right.”
Later that night, a much more relaxed Skye fell asleep cradled in Vision’s arms. Though he didn’t actually require sleep, he chose to remain with her because it made her happy. And what made her happy, made him happy.
As Pepper had once said, they made quite the pair.
When the first limp noodle appeared in Charles’ trouser pocket he was with his friends and they were sitting in the park at night, smoking stolen cigars.
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from the first sentence i knew i was in for some good shit
hello I wrote this and I think you're a really good writer so I would love your thoughts http://thestolenlibrary.tumblr.com/post/137417491499/spaghetti
I just want everyone to know that I facetimed @skyenet today and she spent the first 30 minutes of our conversation sending me pictures of Rhianna and Selena Gomez at red carpet events and screaming
