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don't touch that dial

They're the two most terrifying people on the planet and wanted by several governments but they're playing house in the middle of nowhere and not a single person can tell. Bucky's used to being invisible and silent and he'd managed to hide out in Romania for longer than he should have been able to by living on cash only, working under the table, keeping to the shadows. This is different. This is a real life that he can have, out in the open, and nobody even thinks he's suspicious at all.

It's a very, very good thing that HYDRA no longer has control of Wanda Maximoff.

When they're out in public, he keeps his face away from cameras and his arm hidden; a hat and Wanda's tricks do the rest. He can take his time picking out food, plan meals, pretend to have the friendly banter that a husband and wife would have. It's nothing he's never had before and this kind of stability almost feels like he's stealing the life he was supposed to have after the war. There's some other version of him who died falling from that train and maybe it's that version that's getting a new lease on life now.

It's autumn and the leaves have started to turn, yellow like the sun and scarlet like Wanda's hair and there's a brisk wind that says there's gonna be a storm in a day or two. Rain or snow, he isn't sure, but it's Canada so it can go either way. He has his left arm slid into Wanda's to cover up that it doesn't hang naturally the same as his right does and nobody suspects a thing. Their neighbors aren't ever curious, there's no surveillance, there's nothing to worry about. It's a strange feeling but a good one.

"You know, if you can figure out how to explain it to my tiny soldier brain I would love to know how you managed to keep our house invisible from everyone else. Small words, though. I'm all brawn and no brains."

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Keeping her hands covering most of her face, she shakes her head. She won't do it again. Next time, she'll catch herself before she does it. It's a slippery slope and not one she ever wants to find herself on. Even though she'd only ever fallen down that slope once during her earlier days of understanding her ability, it's one she'll never fall from again.

She moves her hands down to cover her mouth as she peers down at him. "It won't happen again," she says quietly, her accent still thick. Then in Sokovian: "I promise."

Reluctantly—and mostly at the encouragement of his hand rubbing her back—she slowly lowers herself back down against him. Curling her hands against his shoulders once more, she doesn't hide her face in the crook of his neck like she wants to. She hovers above him.

Instead, she tries to lighten the mood just a touch and teases gently, "You think very loudly. I would be able to hear you from the sidewalk across the street."

"Yeah? Maybe you just gotta teach me the right way to think. I'm not too smart, you know. I'm just a guy from Brooklyn."

Bucky knows plenty of things, to be honest, and it isn't just the languages and the combat - he knows history and science and math. Still, it's a little fun just to pretend he's a dumb guy with a really smart girl and he hopes that Wanda will play along for the moment. He pulls his right hand from between her legs and strokes it along her arm.

"How am I 'sposed to think, Wanda?"

"Quiet."

She'll let his playful self-deprecation slide for now. While she still feels like jumping out of her skin for slipping, Wanda appreciates his hand on her arm. It's distracting and comforting, just like his metal arm had been on her back.

What he asks is a serious question, and Wanda thinks to reply in that manner.

"Like I'm in the room right beside you," she says, not switching to her lighter American. While she often defaults to her natural way of speaking when she's anxious, she can't explain this as anyone else but Wanda from Sokovia. That little girl beneath the rubble is the girl who transformed thoughts into stories, and while she didn't have her powers then, Wanda feels like that little girl now sharing this with him. It's an important part of herself, just like her love for stories. "Like this. I'll hear you no matter how loud everyone else is."

Bucky tries it again except this time he thinks it more casually, more like a conversation, and he keeps touching her the whole time. He thinks the touch is important because as much as it grounds him, he thinks it grounds Wanda a bit too and she needs something to feel good and safe for her. He wants to be that for her.

Did I ever tell you that you were my favorite, sweetheart?

He thinks he's doing it right this time and if he isn't, he guesses that Wanda can correct him again. Maybe this is something they can do sometimes because it feels incredibly intimate in a way that would be terrifying with anyone else but feels right with her.

Better, even if he's still a little loud.

Wanda rolls her eyes and looks at him with amusement. This is such a Buckyism, and she wonders if he's trying to make her blush again. She sits up against him, uncaring for once that she's naked, and rests her hands against his chest as she peers down at him. For once, she wants to sit on top of him and roll her shoulders slightly rather than lie against him.

She opens her mouth to speak, but presses her lips together and takes a moment to breathe deeply before she allows herself to respond in kind. She absently scratches lightly at his skin with a nail.

Your favourite what?

It feels like she's taken the bait.

Favorite person. You're my favorite person.

It means a lot to say it, to admit that he even has a favorite person or that he's allowed himself to care deeply enough to admit that he needs her in his life but it feels a little easier to think it and not say it out loud. Maybe it's something he should say out loud, yeah, but for now he'll keep it to their private thoughts.

You're the person I want to tell everything to and the person I want to make happy. The rest of the world can hang as long as I have you.

He's noticed that she shifted so he can see her more easily but he's just looking at her face for now, studying the lines of it as if he hasn't already committed it to memory a thousand times over.

Wanda doesn't reply immediately, although she doesn't frown or scowl or hide her face away. She sits astride him and looks down at him, and feels the same intense sincerity he speaks aloud within his thoughts. Thoughts are where she finds people are most truthful, and while his thoughts are intentionally strung together, his sincerity can't be manufactured in the same way.

She ducks her gaze for a moment, smiling softly to herself. She shouldn't be his favourite person, but he remains steadfast in his affection and loyalty for her. Maybe she should let herself simply accept it for once.

You're my favourite old person.

She smiles at that.

Parting her lips, she inhales deeply before she swallows. Despite appearing like she wants to say something, she stalls for a long moment. Rather than speak what's on her mind, she decides to take a page out of his book. It feels safer, even if she should say it aloud so he can hear it reverberate differently to the thoughts in his head, but this way, she can hide in plain sight.

Can we swap? I want you to touch me, but not like this.

She doesn't want to lay sprawled out on top of him and use her weight and the angle to her advantage to hide. He's accepted a part of her, perhaps the most core part of who she is, with ease… and she finds that at this moment, the fear and anxiety of him seeing all of her are outweighed by her desire to trust him completely rather than in slivers.

Yeah, we can swap.

Bucky eases her from on top of him to roll to her back instead and he lays on his hip beside her. He can see all of her this way but he takes a moment to arrange her hair so it covers her breasts a little better and hopes that's a compromise she'll accept. He doesn't want Wanda to feel exposed or uncomfortable, especially since he's going to touch her, so this is better for now.

Once they're arranged, though, he cups her breast gently in his right hand and leans in to kiss her, lips soft against hers. He wants to keep all of this slow and gentle because he doesn't want Wanda to feel like there's any pressure to do one thing or the other. He just wants her to enjoy herself.

It's weird now that she's on her back. She doesn't know what to do with her hands. Does she rest them by her sides or against her belly? Will that prove to be an obstacle for him later? Or does she reach out to him? She's thinking too much, and not in the way that they've begun to think to one another.

She sighs softly and opts to thread a hand through his short hair, leaving her other one to grip at the bedsheets. Opening her mouth beneath his, she shifts her legs, lightly digging a heel into the bed and bending her knee slightly.

This is the most naked she's ever been. Although he's been kind enough to arrange her long hair, she's still so naked before him. Before placing those thoughts into his head, she still felt clothed in a way. She doesn't want anything other than for Bucky to touch her and for her to let herself be touched when she's refused it for so long.

Bucky moves his lips from her mouth to move along her neck and he sucks lightly at the hollow of her throat, wanting to leave a mark there that he can see in the morning. Is that possessive? Yes. Does he care? No. No one is competing for his affections with Wanda but he doesn't want anyone getting ideas to do it, either.

"Can I kiss you lower?" he asks, pausing for a moment. He wants to shift down and kiss her breasts, too, but he doesn't want to do something that's going to upset Wanda and take her out of the situation. He'd rather her be comfortable and happy than him get something he wants and this is about what she enjoys right now.

"I don't have to if you don't want me to."

Wanda hums in contentment at Bucky tending to her neck. She wishes for him to stay there until her skin's purple and raw, but she drags her fingertips along his scalp and nods.

"Yes," she says quietly. She doesn't remove her hand from the back of his head, trailing her fingers through what she can of his hair. She much prefers it short; she likes being able to see his face and blue eyes, even if his face is currently buried in the crook of her neck.

And, as she peers down at him with her eyes half-closed, she adds for good measure: "I want you to."

Bucky smiles against her skin and moves his lips lower along her breastbone and then over to one of her breasts, gently kissing along the slope of it. He tries not to openly stare but to just look at Wanda's eyes as much as he can before dipping his head down to kiss her again and again. When he thinks she might be warmed up for it, he slides just the tip of his tongue along her nipple and then sucks it gently between his lips.

He thinks if he does everything slowly and deliberately then Wanda will be able to just focus on her own body and not the thoughts of other people or even his thoughts. Maybe all of it will drift away and she'll just think about the two of them together and how much they care about one another. While he kisses her, he slides his left hand up to cup her other breast, still marveling that her magic has made it so she can feel something with it. It isn't the same as the right, no, but it's something.

This is a gift that no one but Wanda could give him and he wants to pay it back in kind.

Wanda hums low in her throat and fidgets slightly beneath him. While she wants to look at him, she tilts her head up and closes her eyes as she drags her fingers through his hair. She likes that he's trusting his metal hand; even if his touch is a little different than his right hand, she can make do with the soft harshness because she knows what it means for him to use it.

She exhales loudly through her nose and moans softly. Even though she's not picking at his thoughts, his concentration is like being hit with a wave at the beach. She can feel it lapping at her feet even if he doesn't intend for it to try and knock her over.

"You can stop thinking so much," she murmurs a little breathlessly. "I'm fine; you're fine. I like this." And to emphasise what she likes in particular, she roughly slides the hand not in his hair over her side to touch his left hand.

“Am I really that loud?”

Bucky has to laugh at it because he’s never thought about how loud he thinks or how hard he concentrates, not before now, and now he feels like he has to be aware of it so he isn’t bothering Wanda with it. She seems to take it in stride, though, and when she touches his left hand he squeezes her breast with it lightly. He wishes he could feel more but feeling it at all is amazing enough and it’s some magic he will never ever be able to thank her for.

Maybe all the thanks she needs will be in the kisses and touches he gives her. He dips his head again and barely edges his teeth against her nipple before sucking at it again. It feels good to take the time and maybe Wanda not being concerned with the end result is a good thing. Maybe he shouldn’t be racing to the finish and should just be enjoying the journey.

She inhales loudly and lets out a noise that sounds like it's on the verge of being a whimper. Sliding her hand to his nape, she deliberately curls her fingers and drags her nails against his skin.

"You… always have been," she says hesitantly, only reluctant to voice it because of what it implies. Even before they'd been saddled with one another after the events in Germany, Wanda had always found him to be loud in the moments when they shared space. Always worrying, always thinking, always seemingly plotting a way to push Steve away.

She's sensed it here, worrying about her. Where she had originally focused on him to ensure the safety of her friend, it's morphed into personal interest. And he worries about her now, with her at fault for bringing something that he needn't worry about to the forefront of his mind.

"Don't worry about it," she whispers and arches her back off the bed to try and distract him. "Please."

You...always have been. It sits heavy on him to think that in the entire time Wanda has known him, he's always been this way. He wonders if Wanda would have liked him before war and HYDRA destroyed who he was and then he decides that doesn't matter because he would have died in a train accident in 1945 and not had the chance.

She tells him not to worry about it and he tries not to, focusing instead on kissing her and getting rewarded for it when she arches her back up off the bed. He shifts a little and kisses lower along the line of her belly and over to her hip.

"Are we still good?"

"Hm?"

Of course, she's still listening. She can hear everyone in their street and the streets several blocks over, but Wanda's distracted by how it feels to be touched like this again. With tenderness, like she's something to be gentle with. Where tension had once sat in the lines of her muscles, she feels pliant and like her bones are water now.

It takes her a moment to understand what he's asking. Peering down the length of her body, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nods again. "You feel nice." Wanda ignores her flush when she asks quietly, "Are you enjoying this?"

"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.

His question makes her heart flutter anxiously, but while Wanda might dig her heels into the sheets slowly and softly to not draw his attention, she doesn't roll over or curl into herself. He's already seen so much of her—more than he has since they settled down here—that the idea of him touching her so intimately makes her skin feel aflame with nervousness and excitement.

Peering down at him, she parts her legs slightly—not enough to try and dislodge him from where he's perched at her hip, but enough so that he can see that her answer isn't her attempt to please him, but represents what she wants, too. And she knows she wants it despite her nervousness. "Yes," she says quietly.

"I'll be careful," he whispers. Bucky isn't a telepath but he can tell that Wanda feels nervous about this because her muscles are a little tightened and her voice is small. Still, she's parted her legs for him and he just moves them a little bit wider so he can get comfortable before curling his left hand around her thigh to hold it there before he draws up closer with his mouth.

He's always liked doing this for women and even if he's old, it's a myth that men only discovered how to please a woman in the modern era. No, he learned how to do to it because he was paying fucking attention and he wanted both of them to have a good time. It didn't take much to do. It's part of why he wants it for Wanda so much because for someone who has lost as much as she is, she deserves to have someone give all of themself to her.

He doesn't want to startle her, though, so he keeps his lips and tongue soft when he kisses her and just lets her get used to him being there before adding anything else to it.

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."

Good.

She wants him to and he wants to give her more so Bucky keeps his tongue soft and lazy, just trying to find the places that make her want more and the places that aren't so desperate. He wants to hit the sweet spot of working her up without her thinking that she has to perform for him or anything so he makes it seem like he's just happy to explore and see what happens because, well, he is.

It's never really been like this before, to do this without having the end goal in mind, and he sucks her clit with a little more pressure before backing away and slipping his right hand up between them to touch his fingers against her.

Yes or no?

Okay, telepathy was useful.

She wriggles beneath him, not hard enough to dislodge him from between her legs. It feels good enough to not lie still beneath him. Intimate in a way that has her feeling more exposed than she is. She's grateful he's not looming over her to watch her reactions; she much prefers for him to listen to her via touch. It feels less confronting. Breathing hard and shallowly, she peers up at the ceiling and swallows hard.

Digging her heels into the bed, she shifts her hips slightly, unintentionally angling them up. She startles at his question, having expected him to speak rather than think. Gripping the bedsheets, Wanda inhales deeply in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. She doesn't want to slip; she wants to be present, but not tightly coiled, even though she knows he can feel just how aroused she is by his gentle exploration.

It takes her a moment to parse what he's asking. Wanda keeps her gaze on the ceiling and hums. Yes.

I love how you taste.

It had been strange at first, the idea of Wanda being in his head, and now that he thinks he's figured out how not to be so loud (or god, at least he hopes he's not too loud now) he thinks it's intimate and a good way to say things he'd never be able to say if he had to use his voice to do it. It turns him on to do it, anyway, so he hopes that Wanda likes it too.

He slides his fingers into her and lets them just sit for a moment for her to get used to it while he spends a little more time warming her up. He has the idea that if he can make it last a long time that maybe the orgasm will sneak up on her instead of it seeming like she has to give it up so he'll just stop what he's doing. He's got all the time in the world for this, especially when the result of it is so good. He just wants her to feel good and not feel self-conscious about it.

Just relax with me, all right?

She shivers—at his words, at his fingers, and at his voice being inside of her mind. It's overwhelmingly intimate. Telepathy is a part of her that she's kept to herself—had to, for the sake of others, especially since she's only ever used it to manipulate people onto puppet strings—and it's a strange and overwhelming thought to have him accept it so readily. And she fears doing it now, accidentally making Bucky do something he hadn't wanted to do.

It's a little hard to relax when Bucky's in her head and has his fingers nestled in her cunt. She breathes in sharply, making a gasping noise that sounds like its part moan, and digs a heel into the bed in response to his fingers.

Just two. Move slow.

She tightens the muscles in her belly, sucking it in before forcing a long exhale. The desire to control him is there—it's always there, waiting for her on the precipice of new and nerve-wracking moments—and Wanda palms the bedsheets with both hands to stop herself from dipping into it.

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