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Well, there's a door. Bucky knows he's been waiting for the perfect moment to just ask and here it is, door wide open. He leans in and kisses Natasha lightly on the forehead before pulling away with a quick "be right back."

The ring itself is simple. It's a diamond from Wakanda itself, chosen by himself and Shuri because the country means so much to Bucky and he hopes it means a lot to Natasha too. The band is vibranium, indestructible, made of leftover material from his own arm. There'd been enough for the wedding set and while Shuri had huffed she wasn't a jeweler, it still looked good. He pulls out the little box it's in and comes back to bed.

"I've had this for you for a while," Bucky admits. "Since you came home and told me about being able to have kids. I just didn't know how to ask. Will you have me, Natasha Romanoff?"

She blinked when Bucky suddenly pecked her forehead and all but bounced out of bed and down the hallway, more than a little puzzled to see him come rushing back to her, a little breathless but with blue eyes twinkling brighter than she'd ever seen before. A moment of sheer panic washed over her, spying that iconic box in his hand, and Natasha felt her throat freeze up entirely when Bucky opened it, the gorgeous ring within catching the few faint rays of African sunshine and glittering happily in their light.

But she felt her eyes begin to mysteriously sting, and the sincerity in those beautiful blue eyes became a little blurry as a mist clouded her view, and Natasha groped for Bucky's hands to grip them hard, almost unable to believe her own ears. She tried to answer, couldn't, so instead just nodded her head vigorously, far too overcome to even believe he'd asked her.

Out of all the people in the world, and even beyond, Bucky Barnes wanted her.

"...I'll...I'll have you," she finally managed to whisper, tugging him to her for a deep, long kiss. "You and me," she promised, a little breathless. "And this little one. Till the end of the line."

"Good. Steve was tired of hearing me practice asking," Bucky says. It's suaver than he feels, honestly, and when he slides the ring on her finger he feels an overwhelming sense of relief. He's so glad she didn't say no. Steve had said there'd been no way she would but Bucky hadn't been so sure; Natasha isn't like any woman he's ever met before.

"I can't wait until you're my wife. I want to do the ceremony here in Wakanda. I feel like there's no other option for it, really, and the people who matter are going to come here or are already here," Bucky says softly. "I don't know, I'm rambling. Make me stop rambling."

He's so relieved she's said yes that now all the words seem to just be coming too fast.

His wife. Two words Natalia Romanova never thought she'd ever think about herself. Yet, they gave her a subliminal thrill way down in her stomach, next to where she hoped their child was growing. She had to laugh, however, at hearing that he'd been practicing with Steve, of all people, but she was at least thankful that she didn't have to bear the never-ending teasing of her former teammates since the secret was more or less out.

And she'd been the last to know, this time.

"I think T'Challa and Shuri would insist, otherwise," Natasha smiled, gazing at the beautiful diamond sparkling on her hand. The metal was oddly familiar, and it struck her that it was vibranium, and she wouldn't have been surprised to know that it had indeed been part of Bucky's own new prosthetic. Her smile morphed into a grin, and she shrugged a shoulder, leaning in to nuzzle at her soon-to-be husband's nose. "I enjoy your rambling, malyutka. It's cute."

Natasha pressed a soft kiss to his sweet lips, pulling back enough to whisper, "When you wanna do this? Better be soon, or I'll have to wear a balloon tarp for a wedding dress."

"Soon. I sort of jumped the gun on preparations because Steve was so sure you'd say yes," Bucky admits, coloring slightly. "Shuri said I was being stupid, too, for worrying but you know how I am. I overthink things as much as possible."

Bucky had worried about the answer even if he knew deep down that he and Natasha would still be together even if she hadn't wanted to marry. Knowing she did want to marry made him feel like that guy before the war, the one who hadn't seen the atrocities of combat and been used as a weapon. It made him feel like a better version of himself.

"I love you, you know. I don't know if I say that enough."

The blush on his cheeks was beyond adorable, and Natasha found herself smirking like a cat with an entire creamery, but she had to shake her head in amusement and silently admit that Rogers and Shuri were absolutely right; James Barnes was the world's worst at sabotaging himself when it came to overthinking.

"Yes," she agreed, cupping his face fondly, "you do. But that's okay. I'll be here to pull you out of your own head, Sergeant Barnes, that's a promise." Another soft but thorough kiss, and Natasha broke away, laughing softly. "I'm not sure what sort of wedding the Wakandans will put together for us, but I'm sure it'll be memorable." She had absolutely no idea whatsoever about how to plan a wedding. "Although I'm sure Google will be a huge help," she commented, a little thoughtful.

His declaration brought a soft flush to her own cheeks, and Natasha slowly eased into his arms, pulling him down with her and wiggling until they were wrapped around each other once again. "I know. And you don't have to, I see it every single day."

"I heard there's a thing called Pinterest and I should be afraid of it," Bucky says, laughing softly. "But apparently you can get wedding ideas on it? I don't really have ideas aside from getting hitched to you and dancing to some Glen Miller at my reception so everything in between is negotiable."

Bucky's perfectly willing to let Natasha or Shuri or whoever take over the planning of this wedding and just tell him when and where to show up. He's finally done the asking, after all, and that'd been the hardest part. It ought to be smooth sailing from here.

"I've got to find a uniform that fits me. Been a while since I needed one."

Hearing that, Natasha laughed. "Yes," she agreed, "you should. And no, we're not having mason jars or wooden pallets or any of that nonsense in our wedding, sir, so that's right out. Something simple," she said instead, "simple and a little formal, and elegant." A smirk. "Although I doubt the Wakandans would settle for anything less, really." She had the sneaking suspicion that T'Challa, and Shuri, at least, would make it a celebration to remember, and if she and Bucky were the reason for everyone in this country they both loved so much to have a party, that was perfectly fine, too.

Her eyebrows went up when Bucky mentioned his uniform. "Oh. That's right. I'm going to...need a dress, aren't I?" She laughed a little nervously. "I have no idea how to shop for a wedding dress, but I'm sure it'll be a fun search." She nuzzled at him, then kissed him lingeringly, murmuring against his lips, "...you wanna eat now? Or make out a little first?"

"Make out with my fiancee first, then eat," Bucky decides after a moment. He's glad Natasha seems to be on the same non-Pinterest page about the wedding and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as he can manage. There's nobody he loves more than this woman, except maybe the child she's carrying, and as difficult as it'd been to get the words out it just feels right to marry her.

He kisses her, slow and deep, and tries to make each kiss flow into the next without a break. It's almost like sharing a heartbeat and a breath, the way they kiss, and he's never felt more in sync with another person as he does Natasha Romanoff. He wonders in the back of his mind if she'll take his name and while the idea of it turns him on, he finds it doesn't matter; they belong to each other no matter who takes whose name.

They'd always just fit together. Years of separation hadn't erased that. Natasha eagerly wound herself around Bucky's solid, thick frame, and kissed him back just as slow, just as deeply, angling her head to slant their lips together in a perfect union. She loved kissing him, loved loving him just as much, this beautiful broken soldier with a healing heart of purest gold. And he was all hers. Now, and forever.

She sighed wonderful contentment into their kisses, caresses gentle and languid, and broke away only for a quick breath, a soft nuzzle, and a curious quip of, "Hmm...Natalia Barnes? How does that sound?" She was more than willing to leave behind anything and everything pertaining to her old life; she wanted nothing more than a family out here on the Wakandan plain, with Bucky and their baby.

"I love you too, you know."

"Natalia? Going back to your original name, then? I don't care what you use as long as you're mine," Bucky says. "But it definitely turns me on to hear you using my last name."

He never even presumed that Natasha would consider taking his last name and the thought of it turns him on like nothing else ever has. God, he's never wanted something so much.

"Take my name, Natasha. Show everyone that you're mine and you belong to me."

"I've been thinking about it. But I've been answering to Natasha for so long, it's beyond second nature by now." She grinned at his admission, taking advantage of his delight to kiss him again, long and languid. "Does it?" A gentle tease, accompanied by the trail of light fingertips down Bucky's torso, gently tugging at the waist of his pants.

"I'm good with that," Natasha breathed against his mouth, hitching a bare knee around Bucky's hip. Then she giggled softly. "Possessive, are we?" Her fingers deftly slipped beneath those sweats, teasing. "I'll take your name, James Barnes. And be yours and never anyone else's."

"All right, future Mrs. Barnes. What are you after right now?" It's pretty damn obvious what she's after and he's willing to give it to her but sometimes a guy just likes to hear it said plain.

He threads his hand deeper in her hair and tugs her close for another kiss, less polite than their previous kisses. Somehow he thinks having sex with his fiancee is going to be better than sex with his girlfriend and maybe that makes him old-fashioned but he is a relic.

"Mrs. Barnes, I do like the sound of that." Natasha chuckled softly, licking Bucky's lips with the tip of her tongue and coiling her fingers around her prize beneath those cumbersome pants. She moaned into his mouth, the sharper tug on her hair sending a subliminal thrill rocketing through her, and he earned her firm squeeze in response. Natasha murmured his name, a pleading entreaty, even as she stroked him long and slow.

"I'm after you," she told him with a playful little growl. "Gonna make me work for it?"

Thoughts of breakfast were quickly fading; Natasha was more than willing to spend the day in bed with her future husband.

"I could make you work for it," Bucky says, pretending to weigh the options. There's really only one option, so far as he's concerned, but he can play at deliberating over a myriad of choices just to screw around with Natasha. They've known each other long enough that this is completely fair game and within the rules.

"What kind of things would you do if I did make you work for it? How would you convince me, Mrs. Barnes, that I should stop all my chores and take you to bed?"

He's actually eager to hear the answer.

Her brows drew down into a playful frown and Natasha pretended to pout a little. Her lower lip pushed forward as her lips pursed, and she managed a convincing sort of whimper, but it devolved into a smirk as she laughed and kissed her fiance again. "My hand around your cock isn't incentive enough?" she grinned against his mouth. She gave him a sharp little tug, just to emphasize the point.

But if he really wanted to play, well, then...

Natasha slowly but firmly pushed Bucky over to his back, slithering astride his body with sinuous grace. It didn't take her very long to have him peeled out of the simple t-shirt, her hands greedily roaming over his thickly muscled torso. She lowered her head, disheveled red curls trailing over his skin as she licked at him, sliding her tongue over each ridge and hollow as she worked her way down his chest, over his abdomen.

Wiggling lower, she tugged on his waistband with her teeth, flicking a gaze upwards through her lashes. "Wanna go back to work?" An innocent inquiry. "Or wanna stay here with me?"

Just the anticipation of what she's about to do is enough to send a shiver down Bucky's spine and he rocks his hips up toward Natasha's mouth and makes a soft, almost whimpering sound. She's got him well and good and, what's worse, is she knows it. Still, it's no loss. It's win/win, really, because they'll both get what they want out of this.

"You drive a hard bargain," he concedes, sliding one hair into her messy curls to feel them slide silken against his fingers. She's damn good at this and he's more than happy to be the recipient of some affection and attention right now.

"Go ahead and give me what you've got, then."

"That's not the only thing that's hard around here," she couldn't help but quip with a snarky little laugh. It was true, evidenced when she finally hooked the damn pants down over his hips, briefs included, and shoved them down below Bucky's knees. Natasha thought she might purr in pure feline contentment when his large hand threaded into her curls, and she slowly lowered her head to take him between her lips, engulfing his entire length in one slick swallow. He was her sweet soldier, her beloved, and there was little else she enjoyed more than pleasuring him, worshiping his body as they both liked.

She moaned, a guttural sound, around his cock, taking her time to lift her head and lower it again, picking up a long, slow rhythm she knew would soon drive him completely over the brink, wreck him enough to have him fall apart beneath her tender, sinful efforts. Teasing fingernails slowly slid down the inside of muscled thighs, the sheen of tangled scarlet providing a scintillating background for the work of her talented mouth.

There's a few things about men's anatomy that make it so much easier than women to come and one of them is that there's so much more surface area. Natasha's using that to her full advantage, lips tight around his cock and mouth and throat relaxed enough to take all of him in. God, Bucky doesn't think he's ever had his dick sucked as well as she does it.

He lets out a guttural sound, low, and tightens his hand in her hair. His left he clenches tight to keep from accidentally catching her shoulder or her hair with it; he'd never forgive himself if the cruel instrument HYDRA gave him ended up hurting her again. Never.

She knew what he liked, what worked to make him buck and moan and writhe, and she was absolutely ruthless in how she utilized that knowledge. He was worth it, in her eyes; she loved him so goddamn much, it didn't seem fair at times. So Natasha took her time, letting her head rise and fall in a slow, languid rhythm, gripping his hips to encourage him further into her mouth.

The noises he made thrilled her, only spurred her on to take him even further apart, wanting him to gasp her name in the throes of his passion. He deserved that and so much more; Natasha paused just long enough to coax Bucky's thighs further apart, ease her shoulder beneath one of his knees, and lower her head again, moaning greedily around his cock as she swallowed him down deep.

Bucky has the ability to hold out a little longer now that he's been enhanced by the serum but it's still not much of a match for how good Natasha is with her mouth. She knows just how much pressure to apply with the flat of her tongue, just how much to tease the slit at the head of his cock.

And, of course, there's the fact that she can swallow him deep like she is now and have the length of him fully engulfed in her warm, wet mouth and the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. He makes a soft noise, almost a whimper, and bucks his hips up sharply as he tries to keep from coming as fast as a teenager.

It was always a thrill, watching her lover unravel just from the heat of her mouth. He worked to hard to ensure her pleasure, so whenever she had the chance, Natasha always returned the favor. Not too long ago, he'd believed himself unworthy of simple human companionship, and intimate relationships had been a pipe dream. But she'd been determined to prove him wrong about himself, and she was satisfied she'd done her level best, given how he gasped and bucked beneath her wicked ministrations now.

A light scratch across Bucky's flat stomach, the muscles quivering under her hand, telling him that it was okay to let go. She moaned around his cock, thick flesh filling her mouth and back of her throat, tightening her lips and inhaling a deep breath to suck him slow and long, drawing up her head with exquisite slowness. Her hand on his thigh gripped, digging fingernails into flesh as she encouraged him to lift and lower his hips in time with her mouth.

Her gentle encouragement is enough and Bucky thrusts up one last time before spilling, crying out harshly with it. He hardly ever lets himself let go like this and it's only with Natasha that he does; she's the only person he feels safe enough around to let his walls down for.

When he's finished, he all but collapses, but threads a hand in her hair so he can stroke and pet her and tell her she's done a good job.

"As good as ever, kotyonok."

Smirking like a devil after casually wiping her mouth with the back of a hand, Natasha slowly crawled back up her lover's replete frame, sinuously nestling into the curve of his left arm as she draped hers over his chest. "You're welcome," she quipped, more than a little cheeky, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. "You know how much I like pleasuring you." Her own blood was still churning beneath her skin; she was slick and wet for him, but she could wait, settle back and enjoy their closeness, their perfect togetherness.

Natasha let her eyes close and all but purred into his praise, soothed in more than one way by his hand threading through her curls. "I think you should stay in bed with me today," she murmured into his skin. "The ladies can do without you for a little while. And your family wants you all to ourselves, because we're greedy bitches like that." She chuckled, catching Bucky's free hand and placing it over her belly.

"Whaddaya say, Sarge?"

"It doesn't take a lot of convincing," Bucky admits, laughing softly. He rubs his thumb over the soft skin of her belly, trying to fathom that his child is in there and just not showing yet. It's overwhelming, sure, but it's also mesmerizing.

"You know it's hard for me to be idle. US Army bred that into me, you know. I bet they could even turn Howard Stark into a responsible man."

It's a joke, really, because Stark and his son are cut from the same cloth and that cloth is not taking orders. But he doesn't want to talk about them just now. He wants to think about his best girl and the family they're going to have.

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