Wanda inhales shakily and tilts her head back, closing her eyes as she grips the bedsheets. Imagining and dreaming is always different to the reality of experiencing it, and Bucky's mouth is warm and wet and gentle.

This isn't her first time receiving head, but it's her first time with an experienced partner who doesn't need her to guide him through the darkness that she's also navigating herself. She's not quite sure if she should be. She shifts her right foot so she can lift her thigh up a little more into his metal hand. It's such a strange and arousing sensation to feel the cold metal on her thigh while his mouth is warm and soft.

Rather than grip the bedsheets, she curls one hand into his hair and quietly whimpers. "You can do more," she murmurs, accent thick. Although, she suspects Bucky knows what he's doing. She ignores how her skin heats. "I want you to. It's okay. I'm okay."