A/N: I love Vision and Wanda as a married couple with kids in comic book canon, and, of course, the interesting origin of their children. So I started thinking about how that could translate if neither of them had powers or abilities, and this fic was born.

Hope you enjoy!

Wanda panted as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and tangled her hands in his soft hair.

"I love you so much," she murmured against his mouth. "You fuck me so good."

Vision groaned as he tightened his grip on his wife's hips and thrust up into her, aching to hit that spot inside of her that made her swear and shivering when her hips matched his pace.

Their sex life had always been fantastic, but recently it had reached new heights. Somehow, their longing for a baby had created more spontaneity and creativity in the bedroom. He often heard of couples whose sex lives grew stale as they tried to start a family. The sex grew too rehearsed, too mechanical, too much of a chore. That was certainly not the case for he and Wanda. He had never felt so desired by her. Over the last few weeks, she was able to just look at him from beneath her long lashes and get him hard.

Which is exactly how they had ended up in bed before seven o'clock on a Wednesday, with her straddling him, buried in her to the hilt, and his back against the headboard. He had come home from work to a hot supper and halfway through the meal she had gently laid her fork on her plate and offered him a mischievous grin. She had silently stood and grabbed his hand to pull him out of his chair and lead him out of the kitchen. Not a single word had been exchanged before they reached the bedroom.

He had been powerless to deny her.

"I love fucking you," he responded before sucking on the soft skin of her neck. His hands traced up the delicate curve of her back, over her shoulders, and along her arms. He grabbed one of her hands that was in his hair and peppered kisses along her palm. "I love you, Wanda. I can't even put into words how much I love you."

"I know, darling," she cooed. She smiled as she ran her fingers along his cheek and he leaned into her touch. Her precious husband. He was easily the sweetest and kindest man that she had ever known. And the sexiest, a title he was reluctant to accept.

His hands dropped to fondle her full breasts and she arched into his touch. He had always known just how to touch her, from their very first time together all those years ago.

"Make me scream your name," she whimpered. "Please."

He tangled a hand in her hair, his grip far from gentle, and he brought their mouths together for a rough kiss while his thumb found her sensitive bundles of nerves. She gasped loudly and rocked her hips more incessantly against him.

It didn't take her very long to come after that; she cried out his name, just like she wanted. While she was still riding out her climax, he finished inside of her with a reverberating growl.

She collapsed against his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and breathing heavily against his cheek. His hands skimmed her back, slick with sweat, and he cradled her like the priceless cargo she was.

"I really do love you," she whispered.

He smiled happily to himself. "I love you too, and I can't wait to have a baby with you."

After several minutes, when their breathing was back under control, they rolled onto their sides and into a spooning position. He pulled the thin bed sheet up to cover them both before he slung his arm across her waist and affectionately kissed the back of her head.

The comfortable silence between them was broken by a giggle. A smile immediately graced his face at the sound. "What?" He questioned.

"Should we finish supper?" She asked with another laugh.

He laughed at that as well. "It's probably cold by now," he said, thinking of the plate of half eaten perogies that he had so quickly neglected.

She rolled onto her back and surged upwards to give him a quick kiss. "I'll go heat it up. I'll be right back."

She slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe that hung on the back on their bedroom door. She brought back a plate for them to share and they ate it in bed. He was the one to place their dirty dish in the sink and return with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Ooh." She chuckled as she spotted him standing in the doorway, still naked, with a proud smile on his face. "What is the occasion?" She asked as she gestured towards the wine.

"The occasion," he began with a smirk, "is that I am putting a baby in you. Tonight."

She tossed her head back and laughed loudly at his response. The phrasing, the slang, the grin, was so far removed from her polite, well-mannered, chivalrous English husband. He still managed to surprise her with his sense of humour.

The grin was still firmly in place as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her and placed the wine and glasses on the bedside table. He could look at her laughing and smiling face for hours. He did not take a Maximoff smile for granted; he knew that they were not always freely given.

Thankfully, he had ten years' worth of Wanda Maximoff smiles.

They described their first meeting in similar ways. She called it an instant connection; he went as far to say that it was love at first sight. He still remembered what she was wearing the first time that he saw her, sitting by a window in the campus library. He had been completely smitten from the very beginning and despite having absolutely no skill in the flirting department, he had somehow convinced her to get coffee with him.

She playfully told him that it was the accent that had compelled her to agree.

They dated for two years, spent two more engaged, and now they were on their sixth year of marriage.

Family was very important to the both of them, they had discussed that very early in their relationship. They both came from backgrounds of family loss so creating their own family was vitally important, and something they both craved. Wanda just had her brother, and they were so close that they practically communicated seamlessly in silence. He had a more complicated kin, a series of parental figures and mentors, friends that he was as close to as siblings, but no actual blood relatives that he had a relationship with. They hadn't wanted him and it had taken him a great deal of time to come to terms with that.

They had wanted to wait until the right time in their marriage to have children. They had enjoyed life as newlyweds and then they had gotten their careers straightened away. He had finished his PhD and gotten a faculty position at the university, and Wanda had found space at a clinic to practice psychology.

Now that they had successful, stable careers and a house, they just wanted a baby.

"You know," she grinned back, "it kinda turns me on when you talk like that." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"Does it?" He retorted playfully. He was quick to grab her waist and pull her beneath him as they settled into lying positions on the bed again. "You know that the chances of getting pregnant increase with female orgasm?"

She laughed and ran both of her hands down his chest. "I'm pretty sure that's actually a myth, babe."

He wrinkled his nose. "Oh…well…it's still a valuable theory, don't ya think?"

Her laughter this time was smothered by his mouth. She nipped at his bottom lip and then moved down to kiss and bite his chin. He was feeling very mischievous this evening apparently and she was happy to indulge him because he was only ever this carefree with her.

He worked open her robe and she couldn't help but laugh again. "Are we just gonna get drunk and have sex all night?"

"I think that sounds incredibly enjoyable."

"Like we're back in college?"

"We never had drunken sex in college," he disputed.

"Right," she dragged out. "Because you were always studying."

He smiled as he nudged her nose with his own. "You liked that I was studious."

"I did," she agreed, "it showed that you were ambitious and mature." She started to laugh again as he peppered her cheeks with kisses. She clutched his shoulder blades, but tried to squirm out of reach of his lips. "What are you doing?" She giggled.

"Kissing every gorgeous freckle on your face," he answered quickly.

"Vision, stop," she squealed.

He didn't, and her only reprieve came when she used the strength of her core to flip him over and pin him to the bed. She pressed both of her palms into his and smirked down at him in triumph.

"Got ya," she taunted.

He looked down at where she was straddling his hips and his eyes slowly travelled up to her face. "I still feel victorious," he deadpanned.

She gently smacked his chest before she traced her fingers over his lips. "What's going on with you tonight?" She asked softly.

He smiled and shrugged, his newly free hand comfortably settling on her thigh. "I don't know," he murmured. "I just have a good feeling about tonight. About us making a baby," he clarified shyly.

She smiled, bright and big. "Yeah?"

He nodded confidently. "I really do, Wanda." She leaned down to kiss him and he eagerly responded. "But of course," he interrupted, "it doesn't hurt to increase our statistical chances."

She smiled against his mouth and brushed her hand through his hair. "Well of course not."

He lifted her onto her side and slowly pushed her robe down over her shoulders. His mouth fell to the base of her throat and her collarbone, and he attentively sucked on her skin. Her beautiful, pale skin. He slowly worked his way down her torso as his hand anchored her hip.

"Vizh," she moaned as she grasped the back of his head.

"I love you," he muttered against her navel. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she breathed.

That was one thing that he knew would never change. But they also had a lot of love to give to a child.

A/N: Let me know what you think!