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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.

Bucky rocks into her harder, slightly more reckless about how she might be tender from the day before. Right now, he just wants her to know she belongs to him and he belongs to her and he feels like the best way to do that is this kind of sex that reaffirms and renews, this connection that they have.

"Legs up," he says, reaching down to curl one hand into her thigh and hook it up high around his waist. He wants her pelvis to tilt so he cant strike her deeper and he hopes she'll follow suit with the other leg.

"Hold me tight, doll. Help me get us there."

Natalia eagerly wrapped both of her legs around Bucky's waist, crossing her ankles at his back and squeezing him tight. This higher angle sent him that much deeper into her, and she keened, fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him for what seemed to be dear life. His dog tags lay between her breasts, warm from the heated press of their bodies together, and provided a sweet friction against her tender skin, more precious than the finest string of pearls.

She was so wet and sensitive that their rhythm was ridiculously smooth, with Bucky rocking atop and inside her like a fantastic machine. Rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, Natalia scattered kisses over his face and jaw, licking at the hammering pulse in his neck before nosing her way behind his ear, drawing her tongue across the smooth skin and taking a soft nip of his earlobe, tugging gently with her teeth. She wanted him shuddering, coming completely unraveled in her arms.

"Come for me," Bucky exhales against her throat, pumping harder so he can push in deeper than he was before. He needs her desperately and hearing his body slapping against hers is more of a turn-on than he ever thought possible. He's never been as possessive as he is of Natalia.

"Come for me so I can feel you around my cock," he murmurs, pushing hard into her. "Come with me, let's find it together."

He's determined as hell to make it happen and he hopes she is too. This sex is different than any they've had before.

She was close, almost at the top of that cliff, but she wasn't quite there yet. Even though she was wound tight around his cock like a noose, Natalia still wanted to savor this time they had together, to keep him with and inside her for as long as she could. Because neither of them knew they they could ever be together like this again; their future was anything but certain.

But James kept encouraging her, kept stroking her, kept whispering sweet words in her ear, his breath warm on her sensitive skin, and all of that coupled together was more than enough to tumble her right off that precipice, have her clenching him tight, with her strong legs locked behind his back as she shuddered and spasmed. Calling for him. Begging.

That's what he'd been chasing, that feeling, and Bucky follows her right into blind bliss. He's never come almost simultaneously with a woman before and even if he had, it wouldn't be the same as it is with Natalia. He pumps into her a little more as he's finishing, too, still hard and wanting her to get as much of him as she can.

"Fuck," he hisses sharply, pressing his forehead to hers. When he finally finishes he stays there, half hard, and keeps his body atop hers so he can feel the length of her soft curves beneath him. He wants to memorize her so he'll never forget, even when he's far from her during the war.

"You got me all messed up, babe. You know that, right?"

They were both sweaty, messy, and spent, but Natalia didn't let go. She held her lover tight, though her thighs were still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. James was still buried deep within her, half-hard and magnificent, and she couldn't help shifting beneath him, hissing as she felt him stroke sensitive nerve endings glowing with white-hot pleasure.

She kissed him as he rested his forehead to hers, and gave a soft laugh at his fervent declaration. "Da? Good. Because you're not the only one, James Barnes." Natalia let her fingers drift down his back, teasing the ridges of hard muscle under velvet skin. "Stay inside me," she breathed, "right where you are." Her hips gently rolled up into his, and she hissed a breath at the over-stimulation. "Let me keep you for as long as I can, moya zvezda."

"Wasn't planning on moving, doll. Pretty worn out right now," he teases. It's funny, how much she affects him and he doesn't know how he's gonna be able to tear himself from her to actually go to the front. He hopes it'll be sporadic and he'll get lots of leave or time on base. It'll keep his spirits up to see her regularly.

"Get my orders today," he murmurs. "Find out what I'm doing, where I'm going. Let you know as soon as I know so we can...well, we're gonna want to say see you soon." Bucky refuses to say goodbye. That's too final and can't do that to Natalia.

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