"Am I? More than I've enjoyed anything in eighty years," Bucky says, looking up at her before deliberately licking along the line of her hip and then along the inside of one thigh. She feels a little less tense beneath him now than she had before and maybe his idea of just focusing on her very intensely is starting to work and she'll enjoy herself more than she usually does.

He kisses where her thigh and hip meets and murmurs softly against her skin. "I want to get my mouth on you, Wanda. I wanna taste you. Can I do that?"

Just the thought of it makes him want to die a little and it's as good for him to give to her as it is to receive. Maybe more, really, because he loves making Wanda feel good and he thinks she deserves it more than anyone. She deserves a chance to only think about herself for once.