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001 wakanda

There's peace in Wakanda. Bucky had spent a little while under the ice while Shuri figured out a way to work on his deprogramming and while it's been a painful process, it's a necessary one and he's glad for all her work on the tangled knot that's HYDRA and the mess inside his brain. It's all wired incorrectly, a bomb that never went off but still needs to be defused, and he's scared every time she goes in there that something will go wrong and he'll attack her; it hasn't happened yet.

When he isn't working with her or Ayo, he has a little hut to himself where there are goats and sometimes children come visit him to see the curious white man who has taken up on the fringes of Wakandan society. Steve has visited a few times but when they announce a visitor this time, it's apparently not Steve. They're still at the palace being received, though, so Bucky takes the time to tidy up where he's been staying as much as he can one-handed; he's neat by nature but he also isn't used to having company come by either.

Who could it be? Sam? Sharon? Bucky isn't sure who would come to visit him aside from those two and Steve. Tony Stark certainly wouldn't and he isn't sure the Wakandan government would even let him in. Would Wanda come to see him? He's not certain. He imagines she's in hiding the same as he is, trying to avoid the Sokovia Accords and their inevitable consequences on her. It seems she's suffering more from them than anyone else, even himself, so he doesn't think she'd risk coming to see him.

He catalogs the other people he knows and he comes up with Natasha. He's got a strange history with her. He's shot her twice while the Winter Soldier but curiously, both times, he'd shot her non-fatally. It's almost as if he'd known that she needed to live even if he didn't know her and that's not what the Winter Soldier does. He doesn't leave loose ends. He kills whoever is necessary, even an innocent bystander, and Natasha has been actively opposing him both times he's encountered her. Even when he'd been activated by Zemo he'd attacked her but didn't take her down. There's something in him that protects her and he wonders why that is and always has. He doesn't know why she'd visit him but he wouldn't turn it down, either, so when he hears someone at the door he calls for them to come inside.

"Come in, I'm not busy." He's just finishing up wiping down a counter in what counts for his kitchen and when he comes into view of the visitor, he sees that it is Natasha. Curious.

"Hi."

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Bucky has plenty of room now and he curls his left hand around her thigh and slides his right down to spread her a little wider for him so he can lick at her lazily. He wants to find the places that make her gasp, the places that make her toes curl, and to do that he has to take his time.

He doesn't remember doing this even though he knows he has before and so it feels new, in a way. It feels like something he's only done with her. His memories of sex are all hazy and the only clear ones are the ones with Natasha in them.

It's slow and lazy and feels great. She's fairly quite but when he gets good spots she'll do things like tug on his hair, or let gentle moans escape her lips. It's clear she's extremely into it, but not too eager. Simply, she's wanting to let him enjoy himself as much as she has.

"Mmm, you're really good at that.." she murmurs between gentle moans making sure he knows how much she likes it.

Bucky likes hearing that he's good because even if he knows, logically, he's had sex more recently than eighty years ago, it doesn't feel like it so he's glad he hasn't forgotten how to do this right. It's especially good to know since he and Natasha haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot in bed.

She's been vocal enough that he knows where the good spots are and he focuses, sucks against her clit a little and works one of his fingers in to add to it. Maybe it's not what they were doing before, the thing she wanted, but it's something that satisfies her all the same.

Natasha isn't great at laying still, and just enjoying. She's the kind of girl that likes to get on top, to jump him and tear off his clothes and be active but she's trying very hard to let him stay busy. When he starts to get all the right spots over and over she rocks her hips back against his mouth in a hungry way, groaning.

"James please...." she whines a little desperately at him.

It's clear that Natasha isn't the type to just lay back and play pillow princess which sort of makes him want to get her to do that even more. It doesn't always have to be about her doing something and she's absolutely allowed to just lay back and enjoy herself.

The way she's rocking up against his mouth is promising, though, and he works his fingers faster, too, and focuses his tongue on all the places she seems to be enjoying the best. He thinks he could do this for hours but Bucky hopes that Natasha will be coming sooner rather than later.

It doesn't take long after his fingers and mouth are working faster that she's coming for him. It's not one of those loud yells though, instead just her toes curling into the bed, back arching off as she let's out the softest whimper before collapsing back against the bed.

She doesn't have quite words to beg him yet as she catches her breath for a moment but her hand that has been tugging on his hair the whole time is pulling him up her body desperately trying to get him close for kisses and clinging.

Natasha is tugging him up by his hair and Bucky slides up to get close to her, grinning at her broadly.

"Guessing that was all right? No need for improvement?"

Bucky doesn't wait for confirmation before kissing her messily, passion making him sloppier than he might normally be. This feels good and right and he hopes they can have more of these moments and less of the uncertain ones like earlier.

She kisses him for a long while not even bothering to answer the question. It doesn't need to before she nudges him over a little bit onto his side silently, pressing closer to him and hiking a thigh up over his hip to drip over him as they tuck close against each other smiling at him softly when she settles like that.

"How do you feel, James?"

"Good," he says, laughing softly. "Real good, actually. That was fantastic." Bucky thinks he might have gotten more out of getting Natasha off than coming himself but he doesn't want to say anything out loud and ruin it.

"What about you? You sounded like you were having a great time but you know, can always hear it out loud."

She grins against his lips when he says that, before catching him for another kiss long, and slow before breaking it and looking at him. Close, sweet, but she can't help but press her hips up a little closer to him as they break with a wicked grin.

"It was good, but I also see I was right about something else as well..."

"Yeah, yeah, you were right," Bucky says but he grins when he does, amused about it. It's better like this and feels more natural than they felt earlier when they were fumbling around.

"You love it when you're right, don't you?"

"I love being right," she agrees and nips his lower lip before hiking her thigh up over his hip a little bit more to give him some access. A hand comes up to stroke along his cheek as he looks at him before saying in a very serious tone.

"I got somewhere perfect for you to put that you know."

"I bet you do," Bucky says, rolling his eyes. It's playful, though, and the way she's shifting means he has easy access to guide his cock into her. It feels so good, too good, and he takes a sharp breath and just stays still for a moment.

"Give me a second. Been a long time."

If she had been eager and pushy when he was going down on her all that stills and she is able to keep still for him. Her arm slides up around his neck, leaning his head forward and just letting the softest gasp out as he slides in and stills.

"Take as long as you need.. that feels real nice..." she murmurs against his lips reassuringly.

"Just need to remember what it feels like," Bucky says softly. He moves then, though, because staying still isn't enough for him and he's sure it isn't enough for Natasha either. Maybe he's done this more recently than 1945 but it doesn't feel like it to him.

"Feels damn good," he says, kissing her quickly.

"Yeah you feel so good in me, James..." she murmurs moving to pull away from the kiss so she can burry her face into his neck starting to kiss there. She's clinging to him, soft and easy and vulnerable in a way she hasn't been with him yet.

"Take all the time you need, just do what feels good."

Bucky doesn't want it to end too quickly so he keeps his pace slow, rocking into her steady. Natasha has her face buried against his neck and he likes that, loves how intimate it feels.

"I want to be the best you've ever had," he confesses. "I want you to only ever want me."

"I do..." she murmurs softly against his neck. She had wondered if doing this would take her back to old times if she'd been remembering them like that but she wasn't, she was here and with him and it was perfect. She shifts her hips just a tiny bit to adjust the angle and moans softly when it hits just the right spot.

"You fit perfect right here.." she assures him.

"Good."

Bucky isn't exactly thinking so much as feeling at the moment and everything he feels is good. Amazing, really, because he's never been attracted to someone the way he's attracted to Natasha.

Natasha has shifted her hips and he's hitting her deeper now than before and it's almost too much. He knows he's making strangled sounds that sound pathetic but he doesn't care.

She pulls back and presses her forehead against his, a hand going to his cheek to cup there. She kisses him a couple times between their moans and groans just trying to explain without words, to make him feel wanted in a way that she hasn't been able to with him before.

It's been hard, it's been weird, but more then all this, this is good.

"Whenever you're ready..." she moans reassuringly against his lips.

Bucky is more than ready, honestly, but he has been holding it back for as long as he can so it won't be over. He just wants it to last forever. It's not gonna last forever, though, and when he comes, he ends up moaning low and buries his face against her neck.

"I'm falling in love with you," he murmurs. "Maybe I was already in love with you and didn't remember. I don't know. It's hard to explain."

She presses closer to him just sticking close not even moving. She presses a kiss to her lips, his nose, then his forehead and sighs softly. It doesn't matter, whichever those are it doesn't matter.

"You don't have to explain..." she says it really soft, fond, trying to make sure that it helps him relax a little more. "Whatever it is I'm good with. I'm here."

"Don't think I could explain it if I tried," Bucky says, glad she doesn't want him to explain it better than he did. He enjoys the attention he's getting right now, though, and it's good.

"I know I want you to stay, though. For right now - for tonight."

"Babe, you'd have to physically throw me out to get rid of me tonight.." she says pressing a couple more kisses to his forehead before going back down to his lips for a long slow one.

"I can only stay for a couple days, but until then you're stuck with me, okay?" she offers him fondly stroking a thumb across his cheek.

"I know I can't keep you here forever," Bucky says. "The world needs you, after all. They don't need me right now."

Eventually, the world might want him to leave Wakanda and do something in service to the Avengers or whoever might handle a threat but for now, he can rest and heal and maybe work on this with Natasha.

"I would keep you, though, if I could."

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