Bucky huffs out a low breath and squirms underneath her. She's sitting on top of him and feels soft and warm and wonderful and all he wants is to fuck her and she's just not letting him do it. This isn't the way things usually go for him because he's used to taking control and guiding things and he'd thought since she'd seemingly had less experience, that he'd be doing that.

He'd thought wrong.

"So we'll do it your way," Bucky says, pulling his hands free so he can get them on her hips. It only takes him a moment to realize that she said not to rip the dress, not the panties, and he grips at them with his left hand while he looks up at her, eyes steely and challenging.

"Either they go or I tear them. Your choice."