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Being manhandled only stokes him higher and when he comes, he pants heavily against her neck. Biting her had gotten her blood in his mouth and it was more of a turn on than he's willing to admit. He's still half-hard in her in spite of coming and he wonders if he can coax another one out before he's completely spent. He whispers against her ear.

"You wanna try to drain me dry? Still got some in me, doll," he says, teeth nipping against her teeth as he does. This is a hard fuck, nothing soft about it, but he'd fucking needed it. Based on how Natalia feels under him, she must have too.

"It's for you, after all."

"What did I just say?" she snarled right back at him, digging her nails into his side a little cruelly. "If it's mine, dog, then give it to me." Natalia hissed the latter, then the next thing she realized, she was flat of her back in her own bed, her bedroom door hanging somewhat haphazardly on its hinges, and the wild-eyed, crazed werewolf was pinning her down again, shoving her legs apart, and ramming back into her with a guttural snarl.

Now that she was able, the vampire gave a rough cry of barely-there defiance and sank her talons into muscled flesh, dragging at him even as he fucked her hard yet again. She dimly felt Bucky's teeth scraping against her throat, his harsh breathing beneath her ear, but he was drilling into her like a piston, and she had to fist a hand in his hair and pull even as she locked her ankles behind his back to urge him on for even more.

It's hard and while it isn't without complete care - he's not gonna give her something she doesn't want - it's probably the roughest sex he's ever had in his goddamn life. He keeps his teeth at her throat and scrapes hard enough to draw blood so he can suck at it. He's obsessed with the spicy taste of her blood and he wonders if he's half goddamn vampire himself.

The blood makes him hotter and higher than he's ever been and it feels like even though he's coming, he's still hot and hard for her and can go again.

She didn't remember losing consciousness. But she apparently had, at some point, because Natalia woke with a swiftly taken breath, feeling her entire body suddenly throb, as if she'd been run over by a cement mixer. Her bedroom, normally calm, dark, and cool, looked suspiciously like a warzone; the blankets and sheets were nowhere to be found, the door was hanging rather pathetically on one hinge, and the entire room smelled slightly rank, as if a wild orgy had taken place just moments ago.

All of these observations rolled over like an unmerciful wave; she closed her eyes again and groaned, willing her head to cease its aching and her muscles to stop their infernal whining. But further inspection revealed that she wasn't alone in her rather disheveled boudoir; a heavy metal arm was slung across her middle, an equally heavy leg was tangled with hers, and a damp warmth was exhaled somewhere beneath her chin, just above her shoulder.

Natalia huffed an exasperated, pained snort, and gave up on crawling out of bed. Because somehow, she was trapped by a snoring werewolf, the fucker looking as if he were dead to the rest of the bloody world. And, truth be told, she was just too damned sore, still, to throw him off and out. Thus she settled for wiggling away as much as she could, if only to escape the octopus-like clutches of her bedmate, still rumbling his slumber against her tender skin.

Bucky's still asleep but he can tell that his soft pillow is slipping away from him so he clutches tighter, pulling his body closer and curling around her. He has always loved sleeping in bed with another person and even if that person is Natalia Romanova right now.

"Dun move," he murmurs, rumbling against her soft skin. "Stay with me, Talia."

Oh, for God's sake. Natalia tried to shove off the encompassing arm and leg, but to little avail, as Bucky only followed her across the bed, and cuddled even closer, apparently determined to smother her under his weight.

She finally huffed an exasperated snort, reminded her body just who was in charge, and shoved him off entirely, flopping back against the pillows to take a deep breath.

"I need a shower," she informed him tartly. "I smell like wet dog."

"Not my fault you rode me hard and put me away wet," Bucky says, flashing her a brilliant grin. He has no shame about being naked, either, and he lets the sheet slide all the way down his body when he sits up. She might want to be embarrassed about earlier but he sure as fuck isn't.

"If I come in with you, you'll smell even more like me. You know wolves like to mark territory, right? Let me mark you up a little so everyone knows to be hands off, huh? It'd make me happy and keep me off you so you can do your job."

"That's why you're not," she told him sharply, not even bothering to look over at him. This little escapade had been one of the stupidest things she'd ever done in all of her years. Because even now, she could see him in her mind's eye - powerful, virile, gorgeous. Ugh.

Her hair was tangled, there was dried blood on her skin - and worse, she had no doubt - and her entire bedroom reeked of sex. God, it was galling. Natalia sat up gingerly, feeling her body twinge deliciously, but stubbornly ignored that tantalizing throb.

"I'm not your goddamn territory," she reminded him with a dark glower. "And this does not happen again, understand?"

"Sounded like you liked it, Doll. Had you screaming for me a while ago and you didn't seem to be too upset about my cock marking territory. Don't want to admit it now that I'm not in you? That's all right. You'll come back."

More than once, if he had his way.

"Want me to do anything while you're gone?"

Naturally he was going to remind her of her damning weakness every single chance he got. Fucking mutt. Natalia ground her teeth - again - and forced her way up and out of her bed, hating that she had to grasp the front bed rail to support her still-weak knees. Goddamnit.

"I want you out of my bed," she snarled over her shoulder. And out of my fucking life, too, let's not forget that.. Not for the first time did she damn herself for taking that job for Captain-Please-Help-My-Bestie Rogers.

Thankfully her constitution was tougher than even she realized, and the vampire managed to make her way into the bathroom suite without stumbling. But God how she ached, and a brief inspection revealed her own sets of teethmarks, bruises, and scrapes; she looked as if she'd been in a fight with a dragon.

"No, just a fuckmothering werewolf," she snarled at herself under her breath. But she needed to clean up, get some synthesized plasma into her system, and forget that all of this had ever happened. ...somehow.

"You need something to drink," Bucky asks, sliding out of her bed to follow her to the bathroom. He's not nearly as much a mess as she is because his wounds heal up almost instantly and while he'll have the pink of healing flesh for a day or so, he's not going to be bleeding everywhere.

"Pretty sure my blood's regenerated if you want a drink before you shower and everything. We shower, however you wanna do it, sweetheart."

Bucky knows that Natalia can barely stand him and that's made this even better than it could be. It'd be boring if it were sweet. He'd rather it be tense like this and hot like drawn wire.

"I need you away from me," she corrected him frostily. There was little point in shoving him out of the bathroom, she knew; the bastard would only take that as a blatant invitation for another brawl, so Natalia resolutely turned her back on him, reaching over to start the shower and fetch a couple of towels.

"You have your own damned shower across the hall," she pointed out. "I would suggest you make use of it."

Fighting the urge to snort, Natalia yanked open the shower's glass door and stepped in, closing it sharply behind her. The hot water felt delicious on her aching body, even though she felt her own blood working to repair things both inside and out. And God only knew what this wolf's blood would do to her; she'd have to analyze a sample later.

After she dealt with his snarky ass. Again.

Bucky leans in the doorway and watches for a little while. It's an asshole move, probably, but he wants to get in that shower and he thinks he's going to have to sweet talk his way in if he's going to manage it. Of course, his version of sweet talking doesn't really get anything done.

"You could invite me in, you know. Make sure you got all that nasty wolf smell off me."

He smirks while he says it and his laugh is low enough to almost sound like a bark over the rush of the water.

She knew he wouldn't just leave. The very idea was preposterous. And although giving the damned dog a dose of his own medicine sounded wonderful, Natalia knew it would probably backfire, given her current track record with the smarmy bastard. But still, knowing he was standing just outside of her shower door, leering, no doubt, was definitely irksome.

"And why would I do that?" she snapped over a bare shoulder, scrubbing a lather-soaked loofah over her skin. "I draw the line at bathing you. You're a grown man, you should know how to do that yourself, at the least." She resolutely ignored the shiver of pure want that slid up her spine at the sound of that low, guttural laugh.

"Who said anything about washing me? I was going to wash you. Can still get my rocks off getting these hands all over that beautiful skin of yours. I'm not exactly into indentured servitude when it comes to my women."

And she is definitely his woman. He's determined now.

"Let me i-in," he sing-songs. "You won't regret it."

She glared at the shower tiles, wishing she had a really big gun nearby. Not that it would kill him, but at least it would hurt like a bitch. But Natalia subconsciously knew that this was a losing battle, and again, she was fighting a rear guard position here.

"If I let you in," and she didn't bother even turning around as she spoke, "will you go away afterwards and leave me alone for an hour?" Although that "my women" comment definitely pricked her ire more than a little. This dog had such a rude awakening looming on the horizon.

"Hmm, maybe," Bucky says. He can't see much of her with the glass of the shower fogged up but he can see just enough to remember how she'd looked bent under him earlier. She's fucking beautiful, Natalia Romanova, and he isn't sure what the hell this...arrangement is. He just wants it to continue.

"Promise I just wanna get my hands on you for a little bit though. I'm a giver. Nice shower, couple orgasms, then I'll be out of your hair for a little while. Scout's honor. You know your skin turns pink when you come for me. Didn't know vampires could do that."

Scout's honor, my ass. Hearing all of that, Natalia finally did turn around, though she could barely see through the steamy shower door, but it was enough. "I don't think so," she retorted crisply, wiping a hand across the glass at face-level, just so she could see his smirking face clearly.

"If you get in here, it's to get clean only. Hands off, mutt." Green eyes narrowed. "That's the rule. You don't touch me, I don't touch you. We share the soap and the hot water, then we go our separate ways." She wasn't about to sink deeper into this particular insanity. Not if she could help it.

"Understand?"

"If those are the rules," Bucky says, moving closer so he can get in the shower with her. It's a tight fit, with as broad as he is, but it works out since she banned him from touching her. He'll see how long that lasts.

He makes a point of pressing as close as he can to reach past her for the shampoo and while he's not touching her, he does think he's close enough to it to make her feel like he is anyway.

"Be easier if we helped each other, you know. Just saying."

Immediately, Natalia knew this had been a mistake. She'd apparently forgotten just how broad the bastard was, since all of the air in the space evaporated the moment the shower door closed behind him, as well as every sliver of personal space.

But she kept her back to his damnable smirk, shying away when he reached around her for the soap. "No, thank you," she promptly snapped, stepping all the way to the shower wall to let him have the spray. "Your 'help' comes with all manner of complications, and I've had quite enough."

She did unbend enough to shoot him a dark look over one pale wet shoulder, adding, "--and don't pretend you care, Barnes. I'm just a fuck for you, remember? Nothing more. So just leave it."

"You want me to care?"

It takes him aback a bit, the way she phrases it, and his normally-cocky facade drops for a moment in shock. He knows he's exposing himself with this but if there's something else there, he thinks they ought to have it out on the table.

He has the soap in his hand but he doesn't do anything with it, his eyes focused on her for a long moment. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

"No," was her immediate comeback, and her backbone went even more rigid, if possible. "I don't." She was having a bit of trouble catching her breath, too. Indeed, it was hard to inhale enough to fill her lungs.

So she just kept her mouth shut, rather than literally waste her breath, but finally opted to grate out, "...are you done with the soap?" The sooner she could get out of his proximity, the quicker she could shove all of "this", whatever it was, under a bigger rock and pretend it didn't exist.

And then, tell her mentor that Barnes needed to be relocated to a different safehouse, because "this" was interfering with...well, everything.

"I could give you the soap," Bucky says, his fingers loose on it. "Or you could take it. I could wash you or you can take the hard way out and just wash yourself. However you want to do it."

Bucky makes sure to say it casually and easy like he might with a dame in a club back when. Some of those memories are coming back to him the longer he spends time as a human and he was a cad, maybe, but he wasn't cold. He wasn't cruel. There was a warmth to him then.

"I like to do whatever a doll wants me to do."

Natalia snorted. "No, you don't." And quick as a flash, she snatched the soap from his limp fingers, immediately giving him her back again. "You do whatever it is that you want to do. Live in the now, remember? With absolutely no regard to anyone else. That's the wolf way, isn't it?"

She tossed the soap back in the shower caddy, huffed to herself, both in frustration and in pique, then yanked open the shower's door and stepped out after snatching a towel. "Wash yourself," was her final directive before she wrapped the towel around her and stalked out of the bathroom.

Yep, she'd known that this had been such a bad idea.

Bucky arches an eyebrow at her when she flounces off at him but he's not looking to get drained dry so he lets her go, washing himself quickly before sliding out of the bathroom. He has the good judgment to pull on underwear and jeans before he goes to find her.

"You all right?" His wounds have healed to a shiny pink so he knows they're there and how they happened but they're soon going to be gone and there will be no memory of their little romp.

"Didn't mean to run you out."

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