"One, because I love you. Two, because I love you. And you're probably tired of this answer but three, because I love you," Bucky says, fingertips drifting lightly through her hair. All his dreams are colored with scarlet now, scarlet and snow. He wants to take care of her and bring her home with him at the end of this war. He wants to propose to her and buy her a house, have kids, be happy.
"The red hair doesn't hurt, though. I've always had my head turned by redhaired dames," he teases, flashing her a smile. "But I'd love you regardless. You're my Natalia. Moya lisichka.Lyubov' vsey moyey zhizni. I haven't figured out anything else to say. I just learned all the mushy stuff first and then I figured I'd move on to the filthy curse words. Isn't that how you learn a language?"
The words in her own tongue brought soft color to her cheeks, creeping down to stain her neck and throat. His teasing was a soft balm to her fractured nerves, and she giggled right along with him, willing herself to just rest, be light. Comfortable in his arms.
"It doesn't hurt," she agreed, kissing the tip of his nose. "Shall I help you with that? I have to stay awake somehow, don't I?" Even though she was so tired. So she began listing things off in Russian, starting with easy words and correcting his pronunciation as they went along. Some of his responses were truly hilarious, prompting her light laughter, and they shared soft, easy kisses between lessons.
They were warm together, nestled beneath the layers of blankets. Somehow, James's hands had found their way beneath the flannel shirt and gently stroked her bare skin, and she'd at some point wiggled her way out of the bottoms, and her now-bare leg rested high over his hip, her chilly toes tucked between his knees. Russian words and phrases had since given way to soft, gentle kisses and nuzzles, the slow burn of passion ever-present between them.
As the snowstorm intensified beyond the frosted windows, Natalia slowly opened her eyes as they parted, her lips kiss-bruised and still parted, gazed at her beautiful lover with soft, soft eyes, and whispered into the breath between them, "...James...I think...I think that I love you..." The flush of her cheeks added sincerity to her words, and she worried her lower lip between her teeth, suddenly shy.
The kisses are a balm for him as much for her, in a way, because it cements that she's alive and real in his arms. He's happy to try and learn Russian between snaking his fingers toward more and more hidden places against her skin. It's nice, this intimacy without the rush to sex. He can't be with her in any way but this soft, sweet way just now and he loves it, loves everything about her. When she whispers she loves him, though, he feels his heart skip a beat.
"You love me?" he asks, surprise and elation lacing through his voice. He doesn't want to be ecstatic and hug her in a way that hurts her but hearing it makes him want to jump onto the rooftop and announce he's in love to everyone even if they don't want to know (and, probably, they don't.) "I didn't...I know I fell too fast, doll. I know I did. It feels right, though, and it doesn't feel like something I rushed into because of the war. Hearing it from you just makes it feel more right."
He kisses her, soft and slow. "I love you. I know it hasn't been long and I know we're in a war but I love you and I don't want to waste any of our time. I'm willing to be as private as you want but...you're my girl, all right? It's official."
She nodded, suddenly lightheaded and she didn't think it was from the head injury. "Da. I'm your girl." No matter what, she added silently. The thought of being without him, even for a moment, was almost physically painful. To cement that he was real and in her arms right now, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him over even as she slipped beneath him. His weight was solid, a tangible comfort, and Natalia molded her softness to his hard planes, nestling his body against hers in all the right places.
"...I think...I think so." Natalia rested her cheek against his when they parted after the long kiss that followed. "I've never...felt this way about anyone before, James. It feels like...home, when we're together. Does that make any sense at all, or am I just lightheaded?" She'd never known what home felt like, but if it was anything like the longing she felt when he was away from her, or the wonderful ease she felt when he was near, then she could understand why people would give everything and anything for it.
"It's crazy," she admitted after a moment. "This thing, between us. But I want it. I want you. I don't usually...I mean, I always have a plan, for everything, but I never saw this coming, James. Never saw you coming..." Her lashes drifted closed, and she sighed softly, hugging him close, so tired.
"Didn't see you coming either, malen'kaya lisitsa," Bucky says, laughing softly. "And you know I shouldn't be on top of you right now, you're all banged up." He shifts a bit so his weight isn't on her but slips his thigh between hers and keeps his arms around her.
"I think it's been long enough that you can sleep. We're getting assignments tomorrow, so I can let you know what they're doing with me. Hoping I get attached here with Stark for the most part but when we're doing strikes on important targets, I'm gonna have to ship out. They won't have a sniper without me."
He knows it's war and it's understandable but he still doesn't want to leave her. "I'm going to write you, though, and you'll see me in the reels. I'll smile for you and you'll know I'm thinking about you."
Murring in protest when he shifted, Natalia nevertheless kept her arms around him, the leg about his hip tightening to keep him exactly where he was. They were tangled up beneath the covers, and she'd never felt more secure. It was certainly addicting, this feeling of safety. She found that she wanted to keep it forever. Or as long as she possibly could.
Natalia drifted off while Bucky was still speaking, and she was so exhausted that she slept deeply, unmoving, until almost two hours before dawn. Everything hurt when she woke, and she grimaced before even opening her eyes. But at least she was warm, comfortable, and wrapped in a pair of strong, supportive arms, and a slight shift granted her the sight of her beloved's handsome face, his eyes closed and his breathing soft and regular.
She didn't want to wake him, but she couldn't resist inching up to press a soft kiss to those sweet lips, then another, then another. This time, she knew her light head wasn't because of her injuries, but rather the taste of this man's glorious mouth, and Natalia wanted more.
"...moya zvezda," she whispered against his cheek. "...mmm, good morning..."
"Mmm, good morning. You feeling any better?" Bucky hopes so because he'd fretted over her the night before and he doesn't want her to hurt. He wants everything to be good with them - no pain, no sadness. It's early days though and he knows that any relationships have ups and downs.
"Feeling better enough to kiss me, anyway, so there's that. It's a damn good way to wake up, doll."
It feels different to tease with her now, knowing she has the deep feelings under it the same as he does. Before, he'd hated when the teasing felt like a deflection from his own feelings and love for her but now it's just a different aspect of it, a fun part of their relationship rather than a place to hide when whispered confessions were too heavy.
"Much," Natalia whispered back. She still twinged in places, and her contusions throbbed painfully, but she'd endured worse hurts than these, much, much worse. And nothing was going to keep her from sharing this small slice of time with her handsome soldier, her savior, her sweet lover.
"I love kissing you," she admitted, doing so again. "Your lips are so...so soft, James. And your mouth is very sweet..." She gave a soft moan into their slow kisses, feeling her skin begin to flush as heat spread beneath it. "...and your hands..." she went on, squirming slightly in his grasp. "...they feel so good on my skin...like I can never get enough of your touch, moya zvezda.. And I never want to."
The flannel shirt was starting to feel rough and hot against her skin, and Natalia pressed her head back into the pillows, offering the pale slope of her throat for him, even as she wound her leg around his hip once again, wanting him pressed tight against her. She didn't plan on letting him go. Not this time.
Natalia has so many bruises right now that Bucky doesn't hesitate to suck a dark mark against her neck as he unbuttons her shirt. He needs his hands on her bare skin so he can take inventory of all the parts of her he loves and once he's got it undone, he palms one of her breasts, cupping it and teasing the nipple with his fingers while he moves his mouth lower and lower. He couldn't have sex with her last night and he probably shouldn't right now but he feels like if he can't get his mouth on her cunt he's going to die.
"You tell me if you're not up for it," he rasps against the slope of her breast, moving his lips over carefully so he can suck and tease at her nipple. Even if he can just manage this with her, that's fine. It'll be enough for him. He rubs himself against her slim thigh, trying to get some relief from the erection he already has, and he tips his head up just enough so he can meet her eyes with his own.
"Wanna make you come," he says, a crooked grin on his face. "Sometimes I just want to wake you up with my mouth down there and I have to hold back so you're just gonna have to let me do it now. Please?"
"--I want it," she managed to gasp, squirming in his grasp. "I want you." But she bit off a strangled moan when his mouth closed over her skin, the tight suction of his lips making her toes curl. Her back arched when he palmed her breasts, bringing her nearly up off of the bed. Natalia had no idea why she'd woken up this morning aching for him, but now that he was awake and giving her exactly what she wanted, there was no stopping it now.
She parted her thighs, cradling his lean frame between them, feeling him already hot and hard against her tender skin. He still wore his shorts, however, but the friction from the fabric was a delicious tease. The grin on his lovely face and the barely-restrained desire in those eyes had her breath coming faster, breasts heaving as she panted, burning up beneath her skin.
"Da," she whispered, ragged. And licked her full lips eagerly. "But only if you finish inside me, malyutka, because I need you...so very much.." She was already wet, soaked and hot just for him, and even though her entire body throbbed like a sore tooth, it was nothing when compared with the pain of longing that curled down in her loins, desperate for him.
"Not gonna come anywhere else, I promise." To that end, he stops grinding his hips against the bed for relief and focuses on spreading Natalia's legs to shift them over his shoulders. He gently slides his fingers against her, parting her, and he keeps them light and teasing for several strokes before looking up at her and deliberately sucking the taste of her off them while she can see him.
"Best thing I've ever had in my mouth, I think," Bucky says, grinning. He dips his head and starts kissing and licking her in earnest, tongue dragging against wet folds and making lazy circles around her clit. She seems to like it when he gets his fingers in her, too, so he teases one in as he sucks her clit hard.
It's something he thinks he could do for the rest of his life, make love to this woman, and he thinks if anyone knocks on their door right now he'll sock them in the face. He's busy.
Her belly shivered in sweet anticipation when Bucky slithered down the length of her body, spread her legs wide, and wedged his shoulders beneath her knees. Natalia bit her lip when gentle fingers stroked her, hips gently rolling invitingly, though she squirmed and whined at his devilish teasing, the cheeky bastard. But when that dark head descended between her thighs, she mewled and rolled up off of the bed, trembling and so near to pleading she had to bite the inside of her cheek.
A thick finger worked its way into her, probing into the slick, squeezing flesh, and Natalia clutched at the pillows beneath her, giving voice to a desperate keen, his name mingled somewhere within her lustful, eager sounds. She wound a leg around his arm, grasping at him, needing him to drive her even higher so she could tumble off of that high cliff and fall apart beneath him.
But Bucky seemed determined to torture her with such sweet tenderness, and it wasn't too long before she was writhing across the sheets, gasping his name amid begging for more and for him. The sight of his head working between her legs, lashes feathered across flushed cheeks, the slight rasp of his stubbled jaw against tender, tender skin, had her shuddering, quaking, and then coming completely unraveled as she strained upwards and clenched tight around his fingers, milking them as hard as she possibly could.
Natalia is so beautiful when she comes. Bucky thinks he could watch her for the rest of his life and never get tired of it, never get tired of the flush of her cheeks or the soft, sweet noises she makes. She's his and there's no one who can keep them apart. No one. Not the war, not his CO, not anything.
He lays a kiss on her stomach, messy and slick, and draws his fingers away. He pillow his head on her thigh for a moment and tries to get himself together because getting her off always gets him so high he damn near comes without even being touched. When he thinks he can manage without going off with a single touch, he moves to lay alongside her, pulling her against him so her back is against his chest. He pushes her leg forward just a bit and rocks his hips against her, letting her feel just the tip of his cock.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmurs against her ear. "I don't want to put my weight on you right now but I need to be in you. I'll be easy, lisichka, I promise."
She could hardly lift her head from the pillow. Small tremors of sheer pleasure skittered through her, making her boneless, replete. Natalia didn't protest as James maneuvered her around in the bed, sidling up behind her and nestling firm against her backside. She was still so slick and sensitive from her climax that she hissed a breath when she felt him nudging exactly where she wanted him, and she arched her back and drove her hips back into his, lifting her leg to let him slide right inside.
"...no, never," she breathed, lolling her head forward, scarlet scattering across their rumpled pillows. He could never hurt her. If anything, she craved the rougher touch, and a little bit of pain went a long way towards magnifying pleasure. But she understood; with her bruises and scrapes, he didn't want to aggravate them any further. Still, she needed him inside her. Now.
So Natalia reached behind her, gripped Bucky's hip with the sharp press of nails, and pulled him forward, moaning in an obscenely wrecked voice as he penetrated her more, and she closed tight around him, silently begging. "Give it to me," she breathed over her shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his mouth. "I want you so much, moya zvezda."
It's more desperate than he expected, with her injuries, and when he withdraws and pushes back in it's with much more force than before. Bucky hasn't ever really had any sort of rough sex or forceful sex so the idea of it is a little foreign but if she wants more, he'll give her more.
He bites her shoulder where her top will cover, leaving a dark bruise that he knows she'll wear for a few days. It's possessive but he likes the idea of her being marked up for him, knowing she belongs to him, and after nearly losing her he needs to know that she's his.
He pulls out and pushes back in again, harder than before, and whispers against her ear. "When it's too much, tell me."
The pressure of his teeth marking her skin had her shuddering in short order. She tossed her head, whimpering, all too eager to have his brand on her body however she possibly could. His hips snapped against hers and she moaned, a low, needy sound, bucking back into his sharp thrusts eagerly. Natalia opened her legs wider, propping her thigh atop Bucky's rocking hips, and greedily tightened around his cock, filling her so completely each time he shoved himself forward.
The heat of his breath at her ear, the sound of his rough voice still urging her to take the utmost care, and the grip of his hands on her tender body all compiled into a sensory overload for Natalia, and she closed her eyes and held on to him as best as she could, any other aches and pains be damned. She whined his name in response, along with heated assurances that she was his, he was hers, and she wanted him this way and every way.
And Natalia knew she'd never ever get enough of him.
Bucky reaches his hand forward so he can touch between them, rubbing at her clit with his fingers while he rocks in and out of her. God, he feels so deep in her right now and he wonders how many other ways he can take her from behind - he has the idea of hands and knees, he's seen that in porn, but he doesn't know how it would feel with a real woman and especially not one he loves like he loves Natalia.
He squeezes her breast too, plucks at her nipple. He wants her strung tight for him so when she releases she can't do anything but howl for him. God, but he's never been with someone that feels as good as she does and he's harder now, pushing into her deep on every stroke.
"God, Natalia, please. I need you, lisichka, I need you so much."
The spavined old bed was creaking beneath them, loud enough that anyone traveling down the hall wouldn't have to guess what was going on behind that locked door, but Natalia couldn't care, not with her James's hands slick between her thighs, and his cock pulsing on and out of her, harder and deeper with each powerful thrust. She grasped at his wrist, just to have an anchor to keep her from writhing completely off of the bed, and her other hand clutched the edge of the sheets in a vise-like grip.
Her back arched into his hand, full breasts aching and dusky nipples tight and hard, and it was with a breathless little scream that Natalia unraveled and shuddered completely apart, her body locking down around his and squeezing to wring as much pleasure from him as she possibly could. Gooseflesh broke out all over her skin, and long, waving ripples rode her spine as she shook against him, calling his name in a broken, panted voice that was only for him. His, his, now and always.
It doesn't take much time to come after that, not with her clamping down around him. He's never been closer to someone than Natalia and he nuzzles and kisses her neck. He moves his mouth up to her ear and whispers softly, just wanting to be soft with her right now.
"I can't ever stop with you, baby," he murmurs. He withdraws reluctantly but still keeps close. He's gonna be ready again soon and he wants to be right here for her when he can have her again. He eases her over, cupping her cheek so he can look in her eyes.
"How are you feeling, lisichka? Anything sore, anything I can do?"
Natalia lolled back against him, now completely boneless and sated. She tingled all over, her hurts from the previous day naught but a distant memory, as stardust still glittered through her blood. Bucky turned her over, and she flopped slightly, limp arm and a still-trembling leg draping over his warm frame.
She nuzzled his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm, and smiled sleepily. "'m good," was all she could manage, before inching up to kiss him over and over. "Hold me," she whispered, burrowing close and wanting his arms around her. "'m cold, baby." The covers had been pushed too far down the bed during their coupling, and the elderly radiator in the room was running at full capacity, but the room was decidedly chilly.
But that didn't stop Natalia from sinking her hands into James's hair and holding him close, letting her fingertips wander over his gorgeous body everywhere she could reach. It was as if she was starved for him, and wanted to gorge on his tenderness and affection, having been bereft of both for far too long.
Bucky tugs up the blankets to cocoon them and kisses her softly, trying to warm her and get her close to him. She fits him perfectly, personality and body, and he's falling so deep for her that he doesn't know what's going to happen when he has to leave to go on mission.
"I want to get assigned here," he says, just idle talk. "I want to keep close to you and Stark so I can make sure you're safe here - I feel like I would be good at that because I'm the sniper. I can hold the perimeter. I - I just don't want to leave you. I promised not to leave and I had to so I want to try not if I don't have to."
He runs his fingertips over her skin, soft and soothing touches. He thinks he could do this forever, just touch her, and it's nice to be able to have someone to unburden himself to and share his deepest thoughts with.
Natalia purred like a feline under Bucky's kisses and touches, snuggled down beneath the blanket and his arms. "I don't want you to go, either," she admitted, tucking her nose beneath his jaw. "I can talk to Howard, I'm sure after this he's going to want some security he knows he can trust." Mercenaries didn't really make good bodyguards, in her experience.
"And his work is very important to the Army's war effort, so they should try and keep him alive, if they want their fancy-schmancy weapons and armor and things." Her words were a little slurred, however, and soft amusement threaded her tone. She was still soft from their lovemaking, and nestled with her lover on a cold French morning was the only way to greet the sun, Natalia decided.
"I know I'd feel a lot safer, waking up to you every morning, moya zvezda..."
"I think it's smarter to put me here but I'm biased," Bucky admits. He keeps touching her skin lightly, soft brushes of his fingers over her soft, soft skin. He thinks he has a case for remaining here other than special ops, at least. He kisses the crown of her head.
"I'll talk to Colonel Phillips and Agent Carter," he promises. "So maybe there's a chance we won't be separated as much as we might normally. I'll write you letters regardless. Get there faster since I'm not going to send them to America and you're right here with me."
He touches her breast lightly, fingertips teasing her nipple up into hardness again. "I'll have you with me the whole time."
"Phillips will be a harder sell than Peggy," Natalie predicted, hitching a soft breath when James's fingers found her breast again, the nipple immediately tightening in sweet anticipation. "He's such a rigid bastard, it's ridiculous." But her leg slowly crept over to drape atop Bucky's, hips wiggling to nestle his cock right between her legs, exactly where she wanted him.
"You'll write me letters?" Such a sweet sentiment, she couldn't help but be touched by it. Natalia kissed him again, teasing his nose with the tip of her tongue. "And what will you say in your letters, baby? You gonna write me poetry? How much you miiiiiissss me?" She giggled, rocking her hips against his. Then her voice dropped, became husky and full of desire. "How you can't wait to get back here so you can get inside me again...?"
"Alternate 'em," Bucky says, shifting fully over her but propping his weight on his own arms so he isn't crushing her. Their hips are flush, yeah, but he doesn't want to collapse on her. Not with how she's injured right now, anyway.
"Write you poems about how I'm gonna marry you at the end of this war and then send you a filthy one about how I want to get my mouth on your cunt and fuck you with my tongue until you scream."
He says the back half of it with the same low and husky tone she has, nuzzles her nose with his. "Double envelopes. Eyes only."
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"The red hair doesn't hurt, though. I've always had my head turned by redhaired dames," he teases, flashing her a smile. "But I'd love you regardless. You're my Natalia. Moya lisichka. Lyubov' vsey moyey zhizni. I haven't figured out anything else to say. I just learned all the mushy stuff first and then I figured I'd move on to the filthy curse words. Isn't that how you learn a language?"
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"It doesn't hurt," she agreed, kissing the tip of his nose. "Shall I help you with that? I have to stay awake somehow, don't I?" Even though she was so tired. So she began listing things off in Russian, starting with easy words and correcting his pronunciation as they went along. Some of his responses were truly hilarious, prompting her light laughter, and they shared soft, easy kisses between lessons.
They were warm together, nestled beneath the layers of blankets. Somehow, James's hands had found their way beneath the flannel shirt and gently stroked her bare skin, and she'd at some point wiggled her way out of the bottoms, and her now-bare leg rested high over his hip, her chilly toes tucked between his knees. Russian words and phrases had since given way to soft, gentle kisses and nuzzles, the slow burn of passion ever-present between them.
As the snowstorm intensified beyond the frosted windows, Natalia slowly opened her eyes as they parted, her lips kiss-bruised and still parted, gazed at her beautiful lover with soft, soft eyes, and whispered into the breath between them, "...James...I think...I think that I love you..." The flush of her cheeks added sincerity to her words, and she worried her lower lip between her teeth, suddenly shy.
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"You love me?" he asks, surprise and elation lacing through his voice. He doesn't want to be ecstatic and hug her in a way that hurts her but hearing it makes him want to jump onto the rooftop and announce he's in love to everyone even if they don't want to know (and, probably, they don't.) "I didn't...I know I fell too fast, doll. I know I did. It feels right, though, and it doesn't feel like something I rushed into because of the war. Hearing it from you just makes it feel more right."
He kisses her, soft and slow. "I love you. I know it hasn't been long and I know we're in a war but I love you and I don't want to waste any of our time. I'm willing to be as private as you want but...you're my girl, all right? It's official."
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"...I think...I think so." Natalia rested her cheek against his when they parted after the long kiss that followed. "I've never...felt this way about anyone before, James. It feels like...home, when we're together. Does that make any sense at all, or am I just lightheaded?" She'd never known what home felt like, but if it was anything like the longing she felt when he was away from her, or the wonderful ease she felt when he was near, then she could understand why people would give everything and anything for it.
"It's crazy," she admitted after a moment. "This thing, between us. But I want it. I want you. I don't usually...I mean, I always have a plan, for everything, but I never saw this coming, James. Never saw you coming..." Her lashes drifted closed, and she sighed softly, hugging him close, so tired.
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"I think it's been long enough that you can sleep. We're getting assignments tomorrow, so I can let you know what they're doing with me. Hoping I get attached here with Stark for the most part but when we're doing strikes on important targets, I'm gonna have to ship out. They won't have a sniper without me."
He knows it's war and it's understandable but he still doesn't want to leave her. "I'm going to write you, though, and you'll see me in the reels. I'll smile for you and you'll know I'm thinking about you."
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Natalia drifted off while Bucky was still speaking, and she was so exhausted that she slept deeply, unmoving, until almost two hours before dawn. Everything hurt when she woke, and she grimaced before even opening her eyes. But at least she was warm, comfortable, and wrapped in a pair of strong, supportive arms, and a slight shift granted her the sight of her beloved's handsome face, his eyes closed and his breathing soft and regular.
She didn't want to wake him, but she couldn't resist inching up to press a soft kiss to those sweet lips, then another, then another. This time, she knew her light head wasn't because of her injuries, but rather the taste of this man's glorious mouth, and Natalia wanted more.
"...moya zvezda," she whispered against his cheek. "...mmm, good morning..."
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"Feeling better enough to kiss me, anyway, so there's that. It's a damn good way to wake up, doll."
It feels different to tease with her now, knowing she has the deep feelings under it the same as he does. Before, he'd hated when the teasing felt like a deflection from his own feelings and love for her but now it's just a different aspect of it, a fun part of their relationship rather than a place to hide when whispered confessions were too heavy.
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"I love kissing you," she admitted, doing so again. "Your lips are so...so soft, James. And your mouth is very sweet..." She gave a soft moan into their slow kisses, feeling her skin begin to flush as heat spread beneath it. "...and your hands..." she went on, squirming slightly in his grasp. "...they feel so good on my skin...like I can never get enough of your touch, moya zvezda.. And I never want to."
The flannel shirt was starting to feel rough and hot against her skin, and Natalia pressed her head back into the pillows, offering the pale slope of her throat for him, even as she wound her leg around his hip once again, wanting him pressed tight against her. She didn't plan on letting him go. Not this time.
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"You tell me if you're not up for it," he rasps against the slope of her breast, moving his lips over carefully so he can suck and tease at her nipple. Even if he can just manage this with her, that's fine. It'll be enough for him. He rubs himself against her slim thigh, trying to get some relief from the erection he already has, and he tips his head up just enough so he can meet her eyes with his own.
"Wanna make you come," he says, a crooked grin on his face. "Sometimes I just want to wake you up with my mouth down there and I have to hold back so you're just gonna have to let me do it now. Please?"
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She parted her thighs, cradling his lean frame between them, feeling him already hot and hard against her tender skin. He still wore his shorts, however, but the friction from the fabric was a delicious tease. The grin on his lovely face and the barely-restrained desire in those eyes had her breath coming faster, breasts heaving as she panted, burning up beneath her skin.
"Da," she whispered, ragged. And licked her full lips eagerly. "But only if you finish inside me, malyutka, because I need you...so very much.." She was already wet, soaked and hot just for him, and even though her entire body throbbed like a sore tooth, it was nothing when compared with the pain of longing that curled down in her loins, desperate for him.
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"Best thing I've ever had in my mouth, I think," Bucky says, grinning. He dips his head and starts kissing and licking her in earnest, tongue dragging against wet folds and making lazy circles around her clit. She seems to like it when he gets his fingers in her, too, so he teases one in as he sucks her clit hard.
It's something he thinks he could do for the rest of his life, make love to this woman, and he thinks if anyone knocks on their door right now he'll sock them in the face. He's busy.
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A thick finger worked its way into her, probing into the slick, squeezing flesh, and Natalia clutched at the pillows beneath her, giving voice to a desperate keen, his name mingled somewhere within her lustful, eager sounds. She wound a leg around his arm, grasping at him, needing him to drive her even higher so she could tumble off of that high cliff and fall apart beneath him.
But Bucky seemed determined to torture her with such sweet tenderness, and it wasn't too long before she was writhing across the sheets, gasping his name amid begging for more and for him. The sight of his head working between her legs, lashes feathered across flushed cheeks, the slight rasp of his stubbled jaw against tender, tender skin, had her shuddering, quaking, and then coming completely unraveled as she strained upwards and clenched tight around his fingers, milking them as hard as she possibly could.
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He lays a kiss on her stomach, messy and slick, and draws his fingers away. He pillow his head on her thigh for a moment and tries to get himself together because getting her off always gets him so high he damn near comes without even being touched. When he thinks he can manage without going off with a single touch, he moves to lay alongside her, pulling her against him so her back is against his chest. He pushes her leg forward just a bit and rocks his hips against her, letting her feel just the tip of his cock.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmurs against her ear. "I don't want to put my weight on you right now but I need to be in you. I'll be easy, lisichka, I promise."
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"...no, never," she breathed, lolling her head forward, scarlet scattering across their rumpled pillows. He could never hurt her. If anything, she craved the rougher touch, and a little bit of pain went a long way towards magnifying pleasure. But she understood; with her bruises and scrapes, he didn't want to aggravate them any further. Still, she needed him inside her. Now.
So Natalia reached behind her, gripped Bucky's hip with the sharp press of nails, and pulled him forward, moaning in an obscenely wrecked voice as he penetrated her more, and she closed tight around him, silently begging. "Give it to me," she breathed over her shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his mouth. "I want you so much, moya zvezda."
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He bites her shoulder where her top will cover, leaving a dark bruise that he knows she'll wear for a few days. It's possessive but he likes the idea of her being marked up for him, knowing she belongs to him, and after nearly losing her he needs to know that she's his.
He pulls out and pushes back in again, harder than before, and whispers against her ear. "When it's too much, tell me."
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The heat of his breath at her ear, the sound of his rough voice still urging her to take the utmost care, and the grip of his hands on her tender body all compiled into a sensory overload for Natalia, and she closed her eyes and held on to him as best as she could, any other aches and pains be damned. She whined his name in response, along with heated assurances that she was his, he was hers, and she wanted him this way and every way.
And Natalia knew she'd never ever get enough of him.
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He squeezes her breast too, plucks at her nipple. He wants her strung tight for him so when she releases she can't do anything but howl for him. God, but he's never been with someone that feels as good as she does and he's harder now, pushing into her deep on every stroke.
"God, Natalia, please. I need you, lisichka, I need you so much."
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Her back arched into his hand, full breasts aching and dusky nipples tight and hard, and it was with a breathless little scream that Natalia unraveled and shuddered completely apart, her body locking down around his and squeezing to wring as much pleasure from him as she possibly could. Gooseflesh broke out all over her skin, and long, waving ripples rode her spine as she shook against him, calling his name in a broken, panted voice that was only for him. His, his, now and always.
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"I can't ever stop with you, baby," he murmurs. He withdraws reluctantly but still keeps close. He's gonna be ready again soon and he wants to be right here for her when he can have her again. He eases her over, cupping her cheek so he can look in her eyes.
"How are you feeling, lisichka? Anything sore, anything I can do?"
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She nuzzled his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm, and smiled sleepily. "'m good," was all she could manage, before inching up to kiss him over and over. "Hold me," she whispered, burrowing close and wanting his arms around her. "'m cold, baby." The covers had been pushed too far down the bed during their coupling, and the elderly radiator in the room was running at full capacity, but the room was decidedly chilly.
But that didn't stop Natalia from sinking her hands into James's hair and holding him close, letting her fingertips wander over his gorgeous body everywhere she could reach. It was as if she was starved for him, and wanted to gorge on his tenderness and affection, having been bereft of both for far too long.
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"I want to get assigned here," he says, just idle talk. "I want to keep close to you and Stark so I can make sure you're safe here - I feel like I would be good at that because I'm the sniper. I can hold the perimeter. I - I just don't want to leave you. I promised not to leave and I had to so I want to try not if I don't have to."
He runs his fingertips over her skin, soft and soothing touches. He thinks he could do this forever, just touch her, and it's nice to be able to have someone to unburden himself to and share his deepest thoughts with.
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"And his work is very important to the Army's war effort, so they should try and keep him alive, if they want their fancy-schmancy weapons and armor and things." Her words were a little slurred, however, and soft amusement threaded her tone. She was still soft from their lovemaking, and nestled with her lover on a cold French morning was the only way to greet the sun, Natalia decided.
"I know I'd feel a lot safer, waking up to you every morning, moya zvezda..."
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"I'll talk to Colonel Phillips and Agent Carter," he promises. "So maybe there's a chance we won't be separated as much as we might normally. I'll write you letters regardless. Get there faster since I'm not going to send them to America and you're right here with me."
He touches her breast lightly, fingertips teasing her nipple up into hardness again. "I'll have you with me the whole time."
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"You'll write me letters?" Such a sweet sentiment, she couldn't help but be touched by it. Natalia kissed him again, teasing his nose with the tip of her tongue. "And what will you say in your letters, baby? You gonna write me poetry? How much you miiiiiissss me?" She giggled, rocking her hips against his. Then her voice dropped, became husky and full of desire. "How you can't wait to get back here so you can get inside me again...?"
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"Write you poems about how I'm gonna marry you at the end of this war and then send you a filthy one about how I want to get my mouth on your cunt and fuck you with my tongue until you scream."
He says the back half of it with the same low and husky tone she has, nuzzles her nose with his. "Double envelopes. Eyes only."
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