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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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"I'm not dropping you, gorgeous," Bucky says, laughing at the thought of it. He decides to go to her bedroom instead of his and he's glad for the choice. The colors are softer, more muted, and there's more of her touch in here instead of the clean lines and minimalism that's in his own room. It feels more intimate here than how his room would feel.

He eases her down onto the edge of the bed and kneels there, slides his palms up her thighs. Her dress is tiny, tinier than her, and he starts easing it upward as he tips his face up to look at her.

"I need to get this off you," he murmurs. "Are you ready for that or is that too much too soon?" He wants to check in, at least this first time, because he doesn't know what sex with Wanda is like yet and he wants to make sure he doesn't do anything that she dislikes or isn't comfortable with. They've both been used hard by HYDRA and that leaves scars. He doesn't want to poke at them.

She doesn't lean back and rests her hands against the bedsheets. She wishes she would. If she did, that'd mean she can relax, but she leans forward and digs her hands into the bed beside her thighs. She'd rather be bowed toward Bucky than lean away from him.

While she likes the fact he asks, it gives her too much to think about. And Wanda tends to spend more time in her head than anywhere else, keeping to herself in the fear of responding to something that had been a thought rather than a spoken word.

"It's fine," she answers quietly. If she doesn't do it now, she might not do it later, and Wanda doesn't particularly want to lose her nerve. Being around Bucky has quickly taught her that he's perceptive. She's unsure if that's him or if it had been something he'd learned in the army that had been abused by HYDRA. She supposes being a sniper requires a keen eye and an intense focus. He sees things about her that she thought she'd hidden well enough from plain view.

She's already felt half-naked around him with each and every perception he notes to her, but there's a difference between emotional nakedness and her being half-naked and just in her panties in front of him.

"But don't rip it," she says, although she doesn't sound stern at all. "I like this dress."

"Not gonna rip something I wanna see again. But you better get something you're not attached to so I can rip it next time," Bucky says, licking his lips as he looks at her. He pushes the little dress up and off and he's pleased to see there's nothing under it but her panties. God. It's been entirely too long since he's been with a woman and this isn't just any woman, it's Wanda.

"Lay back and relax for a minute. I need to get undressed if I'm gonna do this the right way." The more aroused he is, the more his consonants slur and slide back to Brooklyn even though years as the Winter Soldier erased his accent from him. He can speak 32 languages but right now the only language he can speak is fuck and now and he thinks it's probably sufficient. At least Wanda can read his emotions and knows how little he's thinking right now.

He tugs his t-shirt off in one fluid movement and then brings his hands to his jeans, fingers fumbling over the fly for a moment before he can get them undone. He draws a little closer and reaches for Wanda's hands. "You wanna push them down for me or do you just wanna watch?"

Perhaps it's a good thing he takes her hands as she'd felt the impulsive need to wrap her arms around herself. Rather than bat his hands away, Wanda leans forward and threads their fingers together as best as she can. She doesn't look away from his face as she tilts her head to the side and smiles a close-lipped smug smile.

She might be out of her element here, but she refuses to lose what little confidence she continues to gain. She grips his hands and, with her eyes flashing a dull red without her realising, she telekinetically tugs his pants down his legs to bunch at his ankles.

"I prefer to watch," she says with a toothy smile before she laughs a little breathlessly. While she'll try and keep her powers as far away from the bedroom as possible, she can't help but have a little harmless fun. Bucky's already taken her by surprise. She doesn't want things to remain too predictable for him—and this is the only way she knows how.

But when she looks away from his face, it's to admire the slope of his neck and his broad shoulders. Her eyes linger on where his metal arm connects to his shoulder. The way his skin has healed has led to ugly scarring, but Wanda much prefers it to his right arm. It's a sign that he survived despite it all.

The telekinesis is hot. Maybe he's only seen it as a useful weapon in the field before now but having a woman yank his pants off with nothing but her mind has changed his opinion on the matter greatly. He kicks off his jeans and pushes down his boxers so he can just be naked and done with it before licking his lower lip and just watching her for a moment. God, she's beautiful.

"I don't even know where to start with you," he murmurs. "I just know I wanna take my time. Slide up the bed a little so I can get my hands all over you, yeah?"

He thinks he'll touch her first, experiencing the new sensation in his left hand until he can get used to it, and then he'll follow it up with his mouth. She's more than just the first woman he's seen in decades. She's someone who would be special no matter what. She's Wanda and he's been carrying a torch for a while.

She reluctantly lets go of his hands and does as he suggests, looking at him as she does so. She sits toward the headboard and watches him, keeping her gaze on his face before she slides it down his body.

This isn't the first time Bucky's been naked before her. While his body had been fully dressed, his stories and anecdotes and what she thought to be tiny secrets had left him exposed to her each and every time he trusted her with a piece of himself. Wanda had never needed to pry into Bucky's head to know what he was thinking; most of the time, he'd tell her.

Except this. Wanda definitely missed this.

She doesn't want to stare. It'd be particularly gaudy of her. But this is the first time she's seen a man stand naked before her and look at her like she was something more than just a miracle object that happened to be created out of pure luck. Vision had been different. She always knew Vision was different.

"You're not going to take too long?" she asks, arching her brow slightly. "The ice will melt if you take your idea of time."

Bucky laughs softly. "You're an impatient girl, Wanda Maximoff. You haven't ever had a man spread you out on the bed and make you sing from head to toe? Because that's what I'm gonna so and I think you're gonna like it." He hopes so, anyway, but if she's more about getting to the point he guesses he's going to have to get used to that.

He moves to lay alongside her and cups her breast in his right hand before leaning over to kiss her softly. The earlier kiss had been a little frantic and desperate and he wants this one to be slow and pleasurable, something to remember when the nights get cold.

Her skin is so soft under his fingertips and he rolls his thumb against her nipple, trying to get it to peak for him. Bucky wants nothing more than to make her fall apart and stop thinking for a little while and once he has, then he'll take the chance to do the same for himself.

Before she can even answer that, he's kissing her again. Wanda turns onto her side so she can be closer to him and reaches out to faintly curl her fingers against his collarbones. She isn't afraid to touch him, but she doesn't know where she even wishes to begin. There's so much of him exposed. Before, she used to let him dictate touch, accepting his left arm looped around hers as she covers its bulkiness by almost cuddling it to her chest.

Now… she likes holding his hand. She knows it's not something she can do outside of the four walls of their makeshift little home.

As she arches her breast into his hand, she brushes her toes against his calf and plants her palm against his shoulder, moaning softly against his mouth. She presses down against the heel of her palm as she drags her hand from his shoulder to his pectoral, sweeping her thumb across his nipple.

If she's feeling inspired, he only has himself to blame.

It feels so good. Bucky thinks it's mostly because it's Wanda and he wants her so badly but some of it is because it's been so goddamn long since anyone has touched him. He wants to roll to his back and let Wanda's little hands run all the way over all his skin but right now, he wants to make it about her. He wants her to want to be with him again.

"I need to get my mouth on you," he murmurs. "Every single place I can put it, I want it. Please?"

Maybe he shouldn't ask and should just do but he thinks he needs to ask more for him than for Wanda. He needs to know that his touch is wanted and needed. He wants to know that she's enjoying herself and that his hands can bring someone pleasure instead of pain for once.

She nods. "Just a minute," she says quietly. "Let me touch you."

Wanda glides her hand down his chest to tuck it against his hip. Rather than kiss his lips again, she nips at the underside of his jaw. If she lets him do as he wants, he'll never give her a chance to simply touch him.

And all she wants to do is touch him, even if she has to do so shallowly. She slides her hand from his hip to the small of his back and follows the notches of his spine to his nape. There's so much of him to touch. All she wants is to feel almost a century of life beneath her fingertips and feel it move beneath her hand.

It feels good to be touched, to feel Wanda's curious fingertips tripping over his skin. It's good enough that Bucky moans and rolls to his back so she can touch more of him if she wants. He still intends to make good on his promises and get his mouth all over her but if she wants to spend some time touching him, well. It's about what she wants, isn't it?

Physical touch is something that he was deprived of as the Winter Soldier except as a tool to keep him in check. Touch has been associated with pain for him for longer than his natural lifespan and to feel it now as a gentle thing, exploratory and arousing, is brand new for him.

"You can touch as much as you want. Anywhere you want."

With Bucky now on his back, Wanda shifts so she can twist her upper body and lie on her stomach against him. She traces her index finger along his right shoulder, pressing down hard enough to leave a temporary white streak in her wake.

If he's going to let her touch him the way she wants, then she's going to take advantage of it and enjoy it for as long as possible. She doesn't want to devour him in the same hungry way he seems to want to do so to her; she wants to take her time and see the way his muscles move beneath the various weights of her hand. It's how she learns to manipulate her power; she wants to be able to take her time to feel the movement of his muscles than rush and miss it and not learn the locations of the little sensitive spots that are hidden away by hard muscle. He's always been difficult to read; she much prefers to read this way.

Watching the movement of her hand, she traces the lines of the muscle in his pectorals before gliding to his belly. "Is this okay?"

The touch feels good. Bucky hadn't realized how much he missed a touch like this until he's gotten it and now he doesn't know what he'll do without it. It'll make it very difficult if he and Wanda ever part ways but he can't start courting disaster at the very beginning; he's a catastrophist but he shouldn't ruin a good thing up front.

Her hands are soft against the hard lines of his body and when she presses down a little, it's unexpected. What isn't unexpected is when she glides her hands lower, past his chest and down toward his belly. If he hasn't had a touch on his upper body, he definitely hasn't on his lower body and he nods eagerly.

"Yeah, God, do whatever you want. It feels good."

Wanda watches his face as she trails her hand over his hipbone and against the side of his thigh. She doesn't think he'd lie to her, but she wants to see his reactions and be able to learn how to read him through another avenue that isn't touch or the little nigglings she feels in her mind before swatting every desire to pry away.

She's content to touch him this way and have his body react in ways that tell her where his most ticklish spots could be. Even after all the calluses he's developed during his time as the Winter Soldier, she likes that she can feel his muscles contract beneath her hand.

If he hadn't been such a stubborn pest earlier, Wanda would take what he says to be literal. He wants to be touched any way she wants to touch him—and while she suspects that's very true (Bucky seems so easy to please), she thinks it's only fair of her to press her earlier point. And she does so with a harder dragging of her nails against his upper thigh, stretching her arm to his knee before trailing her fingertips back up to his hip. "What do you want?" She smiles, "Because I am very happy doing this for a very long time."

"I mean, I want to get off but not before you do," Bucky says. Her touch feels good enough that he's closed his eyes and he knows his face must look content and relaxed for the first time in a long time. He doesn't do a lot of relaxed in his life. He's always hypervigilant, always watching to make sure they're safe. He doesn't have to here, though, and it feels amazing.

Her fingertips are soft against his skin until her nails dig into his thigh a little and the mix of sensations is enough to make him moan a little even if he didn't really intend to do it. She's gonna undo him before he even gets a chance to undo her and he doesn't think that's particularly fair.

"I haven't been with someone I wanted to be with since before the war," he says softly. "You're the first person who's touched me that I wanted touching me, that I wasn't forced to touch or that touched me when I didn't want it. It's...amazing."

Wanda's grateful that he's closed his eyes because she knows her expression isn't one he'd probably want to see. Now most likely isn't the time to ask him about his terrible experiences, of what HYDRA made him do over the years before she stupidly walked right into its arms of her own free will. But what he says only makes her want to doubly ensure she doesn't do anything to jeopardise the trust he has in her. She doesn't think it's overly deserved—he trusts her too much when she's done so little, and she poses such a threat to be the very thing that he's tried his best to escape from—but she selfishly doesn't wish to point that out to him right now. She appreciates being trusted.

"Is there any place you don't want me to touch?"

Wanda doesn't look down at her hand to watch her movements as she trails up his side before following the indent of his ribcage. She shifts against the bed so she can easily hover over him as she traces meaningless shapes against his skin. It's hardly erotic at all, but she figures someone as touch-starved as him might appreciate the reminder that there's no part of him she doesn't want to touch.

"No, I think I'm okay. It hurts a little where the arm fits into my shoulder so keep a light touch there but otherwise, I think I'm good. There's nothing I'm thinking of that will trigger me."

It might happen and it's something he doesn't want to think about but it isn't something obvious right now. He doesn't know if he'll realize it until he's in the moment if he doesn't like something but he feels like Wanda would be able to tell better than most if he wasn't enjoying himself. Her fingertips tracing little shapes against his skin feel so good and he sighs a little.

"If I didn't want to fuck you as bad as I do, I could spend all day just having you do that. It feels so good just to be touched."

That's expected, and it only inspires her to move away from leaning over him and touching him aimlessly. She doesn't want his shoulder to be a source of pain and she can't fathom how to even stop that, but she hopes that what she has in mind alleviates it just a little. She's the one who wanted to bring his shoulder into this, after all.

Resting her hand lightly against his chest, she doesn't trace any other shapes against his skin. She shifts against him and kisses the skin of his left shoulder. She makes a point to kiss his shoulder, close to where metal and skin meet before she kisses the metal plate.

Trailing back to the flesh of his shoulder, she smiles against him. She scrunches up her nose when she suggests, "Maybe you should wait a little longer."

"You're going to kill me and I didn't spend all this time alive to get taken out by a little Sokovian witch," Bucky says. It feels good to have her lips against his shoulder because he's never had a good touch there, ever, and he didn't realize he would be so into it. It feels better than it has any right to feel.

Waiting longer to get his hands and his mouth on her sounds like a special kind of torture but maybe that's what he signed up for with this. Payback will be very sweet, though, and he knows he'll drive her insane when he gets his turn to touch her. He has so much he wants to do with her.

"Is this what sex with Wanda Maximoff is like? The edge of paradise?"

She's glad she can hide against his shoulder. She smiles and flushes, shaking her head a little incredulously. Whenever he speaks of her, he always says something that's nice—and it feels so unearned. She's simply Wanda. Weird, dangerous, and definitely out of place, but he's gone to great efforts with and without realising to make her feel as though she does have a place, no matter how odd it feels to try and slot into it.

Considering he hasn't tried to shrug her off, she kisses her way along his shoulder and to his neck. With him lying pliant beneath her, she's grown a little more confident to heed her impulses and do what she wishes to do—which is to touch him and explore him. Maybe make him go a little crazy. All she wants is for him to relax and let her take her time.

"I wouldn't say it's paradise," she murmurs. She nuzzles his neck before she finds his pulse and licks at his skin.

"Woman, you have no idea how good you are at this," Bucky says, laughing softly. She licks his skin and he sighs a little. It's such a simple touch, that one, but it makes him feel like every nerve ending in his skin is alive and he just wants more. Maybe she has a point about spending her time touching him first because he thinks he needs it. He thinks he needs it more than his next breath.

He shifts his left arm a little when she moves to his neck and spreads his palm against her back. He can't get over being able to feel something and while it's still muted and not the same as his right hand, it's something, and after not having two hands for so long it's intoxicating to know that he'll be able to feel her skin under both his hands. It feels like he's a whole man again and there's no one in the world who could give that to him but Wanda.

"You have any ideas about where this paradise is headed to or are you just making it up as you go along?"

It's a good thing she's too busy alternating between kissing his neck and licking at it, or else she'd feel the need to rebuff him and his compliment. He needs to stop; he's becoming a menace and it's almost like he wants her to combust from the embarrassment of being looked at too closely. She curls her hand around his right shoulder as she nips at his neck, pleased that he's not discouraging her from exploring him.

She shivers at the touch of his metal hand. She shakes her head and doesn't immediately reply, a little too busy sucking at his skin. Now that she has permission, she intends to give him a hickey so she can see just how long his skin holds it before his healing factor kicks in. She hopes it's for longer than a few seconds. Wanda wants to leave a physical mark on him.

"Making it up," she says against his neck. She squeezes his shoulder and sucks at his skin. "I just want to feel you."

"Could feel me a lot more if you were under me," he teases but then she's sucking at his neck and he makes a low sound that is wordless and mindless. He wants to be in her, desperately, but there's something to be said for foreplay even if he's not used to being on the receiving end of it. He wants to be giving in bed, to make up for the fact that his hands deliver pain and death instead of anything good, and he sighs a little.

"Please don't stop."

It's more pathetic than he means it to be, almost a whimper, and he hopes that Wanda can feel how much he wants her because he thinks it must be rolling off him in waves that even she can't block out. She's a polite telepath, to be sure, but this has to be too loud and too much for her to ignore.

If she stays focused on the task at hand, she can block out all the extra noise. Since Bucky's started them down this path, the outside world has grown louder the more nervous Wanda grows. It's easier to ignore them all if she focuses on the fact that he's all talk and very, very pliable beneath her.

And it's easy to focus on what she's doing given how receptive he's being. For as long as he lets her try and mark his neck, she'll keep at it until she's left even just a sliver of a mark behind.

Wanda drags her tongue up the length of his neck and nips at the underside of his jaw. Feeling a little smug, she shrugs a shoulder and smiles against his neck. "Okay," she almost singsongs. And she happily returns to alternating between licking and kissing his skin before she finds her way back to where his pulse beats the heaviest. She sucks then, moaning roughly low in her throat. She squeezes his right shoulder again as she focuses her tongue on only that spot.

"Shit, Wanda, you're driving me insane. I already said that, I think." Truthfully, it's hard to think. It's just hard in general right now and Bucky doesn't know if he's going to be clear headed again until he can fuck her into the mattress. Not that this is what you say to a nice girl like Wanda; he'd never be that crass with someone he cares about as much as her.

But what if Wanda doesn't mind that? She's clearly not shy in bed even if she doesn't have a lot of experience with other people and she seems to know exactly what she wants and how she wants it. If that's the case, maybe she doesn't care if he slips up and shows her something other than the kind, polite man he always tries to be with her.

He reaches for her with his right hand, trying to tug her on top of him. She can keep kissing him, sure, but he wants to feel her pressed up against him while she does.

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