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"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."

She had to laugh, even as he shifted atop her, because her man was just so ridiculous sometimes. Welcoming him where he belonged, Natalia slowly wiggled beneath him, gazing up at him with twinkling green eyes. "I just may hold you to all of those promises, soldier," she purred, lifting her head to lick at his mouth. They nuzzled together and she all but purred, rubbing her cheek against his. "Mmmmm, I love you here. On top of me." Where he belonged.

Natalia lazily draped a bare leg over Bucky's hip, arching up into him, and trailed her fingernails over his shoulders and down his back, warm beneath the covers. "We should do this all the time," she mused, rubbing her breasts against his chest, their nipples exquisitely tight and aching. "So much better than running around shooting people."

The sun was up by now, but no one had come knocking. Yet she knew eventually someone would, but for now they could store up on each other, to tide them over when they had to be apart.

"I'll let Phillips know I've taken on a new assignment," Bucky says, playfully reaching up to pin one of her hands over her head. He rocks against her, teasing but not entering, and steals kisses on every pass. Sex with her runs the spectrum of every emotion - playful, romantic, heart-stopping, intense.

"Rather be thinking about you right now, though," he admits. He rocks against her, using the head of his cock to stimulate her as best he can. Oh, he's going in, but he's going to let her get hers before he does. He wants to time it so he can get his cock in her right when she's going to clamp down on him.

"Thinking about this."

This was so light, so carefree; they could just be with each other, a man and his woman, and enjoy the now. Natalia smirked and then giggled when Bucky stretched her hand above her head, retaliating by arching up against him, rubbing at him playfully. She'd never engaged in such easy intimacy before, and she decided right then and there that she liked it. Liked it very much.

"Maybe you'll dream about me, too," she teased with a vixen's little smile, but it became a soft moan when he teased her, giving her just the bare minimum of what she wanted, and she whined a little in response. "...Jammmeeesss..." It was a soft pout, flicking his lips with her tongue, but he didn't indulge her immediately, and she squirmed and wiggled and whimpered, the erotic stimulation almost too much to bear.

"...want you, baby...please..." Natalie whined again, lifting her hips in blatant invitation; she was wet and wanting, needing him back inside her again. "Mmmmnnnn, let me have you, Bucky, I want you so bad..."

"Bucky is for everyone else, doll," he reminds her teasingly, grinding against her again for good measure. "You know it's James between you and me. Be a good girl and behave and I'll give you what you want."

He doesn't think it's really been this playful before and he thinks it might be simply because he's ebullient with knowing she loves him and that this thing between them is official; he'd wanted something to hold in his heart when he got marching orders and now he has it.

"You promise you're good?"

Her lips pursed in a pout, but she supposed he was right. The rest of the world could have Bucky, but James was only and ever hers. Still, she licked her lips and smirked naughtily up at him. "Where's the fun in that?" A bare leg hooked around Bucky's hip, and her calf flexed enticingly, trying to persuade him to give her what she wanted. Now.

"I'm good, malyutka. Promise. I just need you inside me, moya zvezda, before I go crazy..." Or someone came knocking. She lifted her head to kiss him, sliding her tongue between his lips to taste and tease. Natalia moaned into his mouth, coiling her tongue with his and playfully sucking at the slick muscle much as she'd done his cock, before.

"You know you want me, James," she breathed against his wet lips, tantalizing and absolutely sure of herself.

That's enough, hearing his name in that low voice, and the next time he slides against her he lets himself fill her to the hilt. Natalia is tight around him and so, so, wet and he groans a little at the feel of her; there's nobody who has ever felt like her and no one who will ever feel like her.

She's the last woman he will ever be with.

"I always want you, lisichka. Until my last day, all right?"

Natalia purred satisfaction when he finally sank into her, her legs spreading wide and her hips lifting to take him smoothly, seated all the way to the hilt, their bodies meeting on that sensual slide. She put her arms around him, dug her head back into the pillows, and moaned for him, rolling her body beneath his to milk him with fluttering inner muscles, desperate and greedy.

Dimly, she heard the bed rocking again, but it was a distant noise compared to James's heated panting at her ear, and the soft cries escaping her parted lips as he stroked in and out of her, covering her with his body and taking her higher and higher. There was no denying it; she was his, and she always would be. Letting go had freed her, had left her able to enjoy him without guilt - though she was sure that would come around later.

But for now, they could be together, just the two of them. For as long as it could last.

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