"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.
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.
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.
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.
She gave a soft little laugh, well and truly exhausted. There'd be no leaping out of bed to greet the day, unfortunately. Well, she'd never really been a morning person, anyway. Natalia let her fingertips drift over James's shoulders, down his back, and just drifted along on their shared bliss.
"We'll figure something out," she promised. "Hopefully Howard will do as he's told and make the request to Phillips." It only made sense, after all.
"When do you have to report back in?" Soon, she was sure. To be honest, Natalia was a little surprised no one from James's unit had come looking. Or Captain Rogers hadn't been looking for his best friend before now. Although hopefully he and Peggy had taken advantage of the brief downtime to, well...talk.
"Oh-nine-hundred. I think that was a compromise," Bucky says, sheepish. "Probably because I did such a good job rescuing a rich pilot and his two employees."
Bucky is pretty proud of that rescue, especially when no one else was brave enough or stupid enough to go. He plays with Natalia's hair again, letting the soft waves drift over his fingers.
"Too soon, I think, but the US Army doesn't really care about that. I heard there's a war on and everything."
"Already a hero," Natalia grinned, kissing the tip of his nose. "But according to the clock, it's only half after seven now, so we've an hour and a half before we have to be presentable." She wiggled beneath him, sliding against him sensually. "...and you're still inside me," came her salacious whisper, coupled with a teasing little smirk.
"Although we probably should get up and start getting cleaned up and dressed," she had to admit after a heartbeat or two. "Even though the thought of letting you get up is almost painful, right now."
"Yeah, I probably need to pull out at least," Bucky says, chuckling a little. He's mildly embarrassed they've had a full conversation while he's still in her but he shakes it off. What's embarrassing about being with a woman you love, especially in times like these?
"You can share the shower though. We can have our last hurrah before we say our 'see you soon's'." Bucky has decided he'll refer to it as that because he's not saying goodbye. He's never doing something that final.
Natalia put her arms back around Bucky's neck and kissed him, long, sweet, and deep. "With this grungy sniper?" she teased, her eyes glinting softly. "Always." It was a little awkward, sorting themselves out, but by some miracle they both managed to make it out of bed and into the small bathroom, the redhead giggling as the shower proved to be a rather...tight fit.
But that didn't bother her, it just gave her the excuse to have him in her arms again, and she pulled James under the spray with her as the warm water coursed over them both, her lips on his and one lean leg already wound around his hip, pulling him even closer.
"Soap's around here...somewhere," she breathed against his mouth, smoothing her wet hands through his hair. "And we're going to smell like each other, but I don't even care, moya zvezda."
"Probably going to be obvious what we did all night anyway," Bucky points out. "So there's no real point in hiding it. I think Steve's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he realized I hadn't just spotted you on that plane and wanted to add you to my collection of redheads."
He's notorious, sure, but he hadn't slept with all of them. Just a few that had really turned his head. The others were just fun dance partners and good for a few dates. He doesn't have sex unless it means something to him and it means more with Natalia than it ever has.
He finds the soap after fumbling for a minute or two and starts lathering himself up. He's efficient because of the military but when he moves to her, he's taking his damn time.
It was still a little unnerving, the knowledge that the entire company was probably privy to their relationship, but it couldn't really be helped. As long as no one stuck their unwanted noses into it, Natalia supposed she could keep her own counsel. And she definitely didn't intend on letting their relationship get in the way of the work, or the war, that was right out of the question.
Besides, she still had her own orders, after all. A sobering thought, that one. And one that she didn't want to dwell on here.
She watched with a raised eyebrow as James quickly soaped himself, managing to stifle a pout, but then they didn't exactly have a lot of time. Although when he reached for her, his touch was gentle, reverent, and made her sigh all over again. Her body moved under his hands, and she murmured, "You don't have to handle me with kid gloves, James." A grin, and she kissed his wet cheek, teasing.
"Maybe I don't but I damn sure want to," Bucky says. Once her breasts are slick with soap, he palms them and teases her nipples up high with his fingertips. They're rough from labor and using a gun and there's such a contrast between them and Natalia's sweet, soft skin. He pulls her up flush to him.
"I know we're supposed to be getting clean," he murmurs. "But I'm going to lose my goddamn mind if I can't be in you one last time before they ship me out."
It's going to be letters and his hands for a while so he wants to take a memory with him to keep fresh in his mind when he's out doing his job for the US Army. He slides his hands down to cup Natalia's ass and pulls her up flush to his body. She's so much smaller than he is but she's got curves that don't quit.
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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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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.
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"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."
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"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..."
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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?"
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"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.
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She's the last woman he will ever be with.
"I always want you, lisichka. Until my last day, all right?"
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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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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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?"
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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."
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"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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"We'll figure something out," she promised. "Hopefully Howard will do as he's told and make the request to Phillips." It only made sense, after all.
"When do you have to report back in?" Soon, she was sure. To be honest, Natalia was a little surprised no one from James's unit had come looking. Or Captain Rogers hadn't been looking for his best friend before now. Although hopefully he and Peggy had taken advantage of the brief downtime to, well...talk.
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Bucky is pretty proud of that rescue, especially when no one else was brave enough or stupid enough to go. He plays with Natalia's hair again, letting the soft waves drift over his fingers.
"Too soon, I think, but the US Army doesn't really care about that. I heard there's a war on and everything."
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"Although we probably should get up and start getting cleaned up and dressed," she had to admit after a heartbeat or two. "Even though the thought of letting you get up is almost painful, right now."
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"You can share the shower though. We can have our last hurrah before we say our 'see you soon's'." Bucky has decided he'll refer to it as that because he's not saying goodbye. He's never doing something that final.
"You up for a shower with a grungy sniper?"
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But that didn't bother her, it just gave her the excuse to have him in her arms again, and she pulled James under the spray with her as the warm water coursed over them both, her lips on his and one lean leg already wound around his hip, pulling him even closer.
"Soap's around here...somewhere," she breathed against his mouth, smoothing her wet hands through his hair. "And we're going to smell like each other, but I don't even care, moya zvezda."
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He's notorious, sure, but he hadn't slept with all of them. Just a few that had really turned his head. The others were just fun dance partners and good for a few dates. He doesn't have sex unless it means something to him and it means more with Natalia than it ever has.
He finds the soap after fumbling for a minute or two and starts lathering himself up. He's efficient because of the military but when he moves to her, he's taking his damn time.
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Besides, she still had her own orders, after all. A sobering thought, that one. And one that she didn't want to dwell on here.
She watched with a raised eyebrow as James quickly soaped himself, managing to stifle a pout, but then they didn't exactly have a lot of time. Although when he reached for her, his touch was gentle, reverent, and made her sigh all over again. Her body moved under his hands, and she murmured, "You don't have to handle me with kid gloves, James." A grin, and she kissed his wet cheek, teasing.
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"I know we're supposed to be getting clean," he murmurs. "But I'm going to lose my goddamn mind if I can't be in you one last time before they ship me out."
It's going to be letters and his hands for a while so he wants to take a memory with him to keep fresh in his mind when he's out doing his job for the US Army. He slides his hands down to cup Natalia's ass and pulls her up flush to his body. She's so much smaller than he is but she's got curves that don't quit.
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