"I did," Bucky says, unable to keep from smiling when she's looking at him like that. Even though he tries to tell himself deep down that he cannot get attached like this to someone who works for him, he cannot help himself. He can't help it. Natalie is everything he's ever wanted in a woman and he's let himself get too attached.
"I was ready to go - at least to go change, anyway." His head is clouded with champagne and the feel of her skin beneath his fingers sends shivers down his spine.
She'd known that he would; even at a party like this one James Barnes would always put business first. No doubt Stark could handle the rest. Because the Development Department definitely deserved the rest of the weekend off. Especially after the successes of the last week.
"Of course." She put her hand on his arm and tucked her clutch under her other arm. "I'll let Pepper know we're leaving as we're walking out." And she did just that; waving at the elegant redhead across the room as James led her towards the nearest exit.
In the elevator heading down to the floor, however, Natalia couldn't help but adjust the lapels of Bucky's suit jacket. "At least you didn't lose a button or pop a seam," she lightly teased, giving the satin a gentle tug. "That's something, anyway."
"Barely. Gotta stop growing," Bucky teases. He's always been one of the taller boys and it hadn't stopped through high school. Steve hit his growth spurt late and hadn't filled out to the man he is now until his twenties; they'd had very different experiences in their younger lives and he suspects that's why Steve is so...Steve.
He leads them back to the suite and once he lets them in, he slips an arm around her waist. "I didn't know if you wanted to stay or not. It's up to you but I would really like it if you did."
Bucky doesn't know if it's the best proposition but it's the best he has right now.
The first thing she did once back in their suite was to slip out of her shoes with a sigh of relief. Standing up on her toes all day was nothing new, but she'd rather not have to do it if she didn't have to. Granted, she lost another inch of height when standing next to her boss, his arm covertly sliding around her waist, but Natalia didn't mind. She rested her own arm over his and tipped her head aside, smiling softly at his warmth behind her.
"Need me to help you with your hangover?" she teased lightly, giving his arm a gentle pat. "You don't I don't mind, James. I'll do whatever you need me to do, of course." He'd had a lot of champagne tonight, and his head was probably feeling fuzzy. No doubt he just wanted to sleep it off, and she didn't mind staying until he woke up, to help him get sorted out and put back together again.
"You're not here to work," Bucky says lowly, looking at her with eyes that are probably too soft and too revealing for looking at his secretary. He tips her chin up with his fingers and leans down to kiss her, not minding the height difference for right now.
Right now, Natalie is someone he's looking at romantically, not in business, and letting these feelings out is so much easier in the haze of champagne. He's harbored them for a while now and being able to express them is more than he could have ever dreamed of having.
When he kissed her this time, it was entirely different then the light caresses they'd shared before on the balcony. There was a weight behind it, a seriousness that belied their former teasing, their easy camaraderie with each other. Natalia unconsciously tilted her head and parted her lips, moaning when Bucky's tongue slid into her mouth, eager and hungry.
Dimly she realized that this had nothing to do with business, and her arms slid around his neck, the better to press her entire body against the hard length of his, the rustle of fabric when it met her ears a whispered irritation. But he was everything advertised; thick, solid, and perfect, hard planes against her softer curves.
Clutching at him, she had to come up for a quick breath, panting softly against his mouth. "...James..." It was a low, husky plea, and she stroked his cheek gently. "...are you sure?"
"I'm sure," he promises. The champagne has made everything soft and hazy and his inhibitions are lowered. He reaches behind her and tugs at the zipper of her gown, lowering it while he kisses her even deeper than before. Is it reckless? Yes. But he's following his feelings for once and not his logic.
"I want you." The words are harsh in the soft space between their kisses and he drops his mouth from hers to her neck, kissing along the sweep of a bare shoulder. "And I want out of these clothes, Natalie. Please? Please?"
It's a terrible idea but right now it feels like a perfect one.
Well, if he was sure... Then who was she to argue? Although Natalia did have to admit to a silent little thrill when she heard that I want you rumbled against her lips before James fastened his mouth to her throat, placing a line of burning kisses down to the slope of her shoulder. She tipped back her head, the better to enjoy the rough scrape of his jaw on her tender skin, but the heated plea overrode all of her usual inhibitions.
Rather than answer with words, Natalia simply shoved the suit jacket over James's big shoulders, uncaring of the fine fabric as it slithered to the carpeted floor. Even with his kisses burning her skin, she amazingly managed to get his cufflinks unfastened so she could work on his shirt next, dragging her fingernails over the skin revealed in parting that crisp material.
The more clothing removed between them, the more frantic she became, until Natalia was all but tugging at him, pulling him along with her towards the bedroom and leaving a trail of clothing behind.
It’s a clear signal, the way she’s pulling at his clothes, and he follows her lead to the bedroom before getting his hands on the zipper of her dress. He turns her around and eases it down, pushing at the fabric a little more carefully than she’d gone at his clothes. Women’s dresses cost way more. Besides...he’s still a romantic.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, cupping her face in his hands. They’re close to the bed now and there’s only a little left to deal with. He guides her hands down to his waistband to encourage her to deal with the last of his clothes.
“Please? I’ve wanted you so much. You have no idea how much. I want you every day I see you and every day I don’t.”
The bra had been included in the dress itself, so Natalia was left only in a pair of barely-there panties once the silky fabric slithered down her body, and by now all of the pins were gone from her curls; they cascaded down her bare back in artful disarray. She shivered when he bared her to his gaze, but her own eyes were no less hungry, no less eager.
Natalia let him pull her hands down to his trousers, and her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and buttons, but the zipper she lowered exquisitely slowly, rising up on her toes to kiss him just as she slipped one small hand beneath it to cup him, boldly.
"--I know," she breathed against his wet mouth. A few deft movements, and the dark grey slacks crumpled to the floor at his feet, shortly followed by his boxer-briefs. Then her hands closed over their prize, and she moaned against his lips to feel him already hard, wanton. "...James..."
It’s been too long since a woman has touched him and when he feels Natalie’s hand cup him, he cries out in both longing and shock. It’s one of the most vivid dreams he’s ever had, being here like this, and he works a hand into her hair before tipping her chin up so he can kiss her.
“Don’t stop touching me,” he murmurs, hand dropping down to stroke along her shoulder and then cup her breast. She’s as soft as he’s imagined and he sighs a little against her mouth. “Don’t leave me, Natalie. Don’t leave me.”
Her back arched when he cupped her, wanting more of his touch on her aching flesh. Natalia moaned softly into Bucky's mouth, wanting to get her hands all over him, anywhere and everywhere. His impassioned little plea tugged at her heart, however, and she soothed him as best she could, shushing his worries.
"...it's okay, James," she told him in a heated little voice. "I'm not going anywhere, malyshka. Not tonight. Promise." She knew he was eager; she could feel the tension thrumming all through him. And she'd also promised to take care of him, so Natalia made up her mind right then and there.
"It's okay," she reassured him again, shifting away just enough to coax him over to the bed, gently pushing him down to sit on the mattress before easing to her knees in front of him. "Easy, baby," the redhead crooned softly, one hand softly pushing Bucky's knees apart and the other flattening to his toned stomach, encouraging him to lean back just enough.
"Let me take care of you, James...just trust me, da?"
Bucky wants to protest for a moment that she’s taking over when there’s so many things he needs to do to her but he can’t find his words when she’s eased him back to sit down on the bed and soothed him. She seems to know what she wants and there’s no denying they’re both going to enjoy it; the glint in her eyes says everything her words haven’t yet.
He twirls a finger around a silken curl and lets it spring free. She’s all strawberries and cream, Natalie, and he wants to put his mouth on every single inch of her.
"I know," she whispered right back, drawing closer and lifting up to kiss him again. Then she was sliding right into his lap, mouth glued to his and her full breasts press tight to his hard chest. Her soaked panties were all that separated skin from skin, but Natalia couldn't be distracted to slide out of them just now. But it was an unwanted barrier, and she rocked her hips against his, only too eager to have him, just as he wanted her.
"...mmm James," she managed to breathe between long, messy kisses, lips and tongues sliding against each other with growing fervor. "...I want you," she told him hotly, squirming atop him, strong arms and thighs gripping him tightly. "You can have me, malyshka," she promised, "...however you want me, as often as you want..."
“Not as often as I want because you wouldn’t be able to breathe,” Bucky murmurs, kissing a line from her jaw along her neck. Her skin is so fair that even his stubble will mark it and he feels oddly possessive of her knowing that she’ll have his marks for a few days.
“I want you right here in this bed. I want you spread out on that dining table downstairs. I want you in the shower. I want you in my bed and my shower.
He clasps his hands around her hips and pulls her down into his lap hard, grinding up against her. “Everywhere. I want you everywhere.”
Apparently she hadn't been the only one pining; James's growled words against her skin set off a new series of shivers down Natalia's spine, and she whimpered and moaned as she kissed him again, letting him guide her over his lap, the slick friction between them absolutely delicious.
"Da..." she breathed, covering his face with kisses. "Da...here, or there...anywhere, Dzheyms..." She was strong enough to push him over, flat of his back across the bed, and the redhead summoned two ounces of coherence to slip out of her useless panties before she was back in his arms again.
Boldly straddling his big torso, Natalia tossed her head but hissed a breath when she nestled his cock between hot, wet lips, unable to help moving just enough to drive them both insane. She moaned his name again, digging her nails into his chest to keep from flying apart far too soon.
"Right here," he murmurs, gripping her hips hard to thrust up against her. God, but she felt good, and he's been wanting her for so long - almost from the second he saw her. It's not like him to have feelings for anyone, honestly, but he's fallen for her in spite of himself.
He moves his thumb over to rub at her clit and smiles up at her, relaxed and soft. "You look beautiful. So beautiful."
She couldn't help moaning in a wrecked little voice when just the right shift of their hips sent him inside of her, and Natalia's head fell back as her body arched to take all of him, sweet and slick as if he'd been made just for her. Her nails bit into his skin, but eased when she began to move, slow and sinuous and just enough to feel him buried within her.
"Dzheyms..." she breathed again, shuddering as his hand moved between them, stimulating her to a new level of pleasure entirely. She began to ride him a little harder, just a tiny bit faster, feeling breath catch in her lungs at the exquisite sight beneath her: James Barnes, tousled, flushed, and beautiful, his large thick body all hers for the absolute taking.
Bucky has a view too, the lush curves of Natalie riding above him, and he grips her hips hard when he’s close to coming. He knows his fingers will bruise but in the moment, he doesn’t care, and his hips stutter as comes. It’s been so long since he’s been with anyone that it feels too good to hold on.
He stays in her after he comes, still hard, and begs her to come. He works her clit with his thumb and watches her with eyes that have banked fire in them.
Like him, she'd been bereft of even the simplest pleasure for so, so long, that it didn't take much to have her tipping over that edge right behind him. She stiffened, shuddered, then bucked hard a few times, feeling the afterwash of glittering lethargy course over her, leaving her absolutely spent.
Natalia slumped boneless over Bucky's chest, her heart still galloping but every nerve ending tingling quite deliciously. He was still inside her, still hard, and she loved it. Enough that she deliberately slowly wiggled her hips, chuckling darkly under her breath.
Bucky rubs his hands along her back and grins up at her, happy as he can be. God, but she's beautiful, and he's wanted her almost from the moment he saw her. He can hardly believe this is real; why is Natalie Rushman in bed with him of all people.
"You doin' all right, sweetheart?" he asks, words slurring a little with a thicker accent than normal. He usually keeps it at bay for professional purposes but he's far from professional right now. Right now, he's just Bucky.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"I was ready to go - at least to go change, anyway." His head is clouded with champagne and the feel of her skin beneath his fingers sends shivers down his spine.
"Come with me?"
no subject
"Of course." She put her hand on his arm and tucked her clutch under her other arm. "I'll let Pepper know we're leaving as we're walking out." And she did just that; waving at the elegant redhead across the room as James led her towards the nearest exit.
In the elevator heading down to the floor, however, Natalia couldn't help but adjust the lapels of Bucky's suit jacket. "At least you didn't lose a button or pop a seam," she lightly teased, giving the satin a gentle tug. "That's something, anyway."
no subject
He leads them back to the suite and once he lets them in, he slips an arm around her waist. "I didn't know if you wanted to stay or not. It's up to you but I would really like it if you did."
Bucky doesn't know if it's the best proposition but it's the best he has right now.
no subject
"Need me to help you with your hangover?" she teased lightly, giving his arm a gentle pat. "You don't I don't mind, James. I'll do whatever you need me to do, of course." He'd had a lot of champagne tonight, and his head was probably feeling fuzzy. No doubt he just wanted to sleep it off, and she didn't mind staying until he woke up, to help him get sorted out and put back together again.
no subject
Right now, Natalie is someone he's looking at romantically, not in business, and letting these feelings out is so much easier in the haze of champagne. He's harbored them for a while now and being able to express them is more than he could have ever dreamed of having.
no subject
Dimly she realized that this had nothing to do with business, and her arms slid around his neck, the better to press her entire body against the hard length of his, the rustle of fabric when it met her ears a whispered irritation. But he was everything advertised; thick, solid, and perfect, hard planes against her softer curves.
Clutching at him, she had to come up for a quick breath, panting softly against his mouth. "...James..." It was a low, husky plea, and she stroked his cheek gently. "...are you sure?"
no subject
"I want you." The words are harsh in the soft space between their kisses and he drops his mouth from hers to her neck, kissing along the sweep of a bare shoulder. "And I want out of these clothes, Natalie. Please? Please?"
It's a terrible idea but right now it feels like a perfect one.
no subject
Rather than answer with words, Natalia simply shoved the suit jacket over James's big shoulders, uncaring of the fine fabric as it slithered to the carpeted floor. Even with his kisses burning her skin, she amazingly managed to get his cufflinks unfastened so she could work on his shirt next, dragging her fingernails over the skin revealed in parting that crisp material.
The more clothing removed between them, the more frantic she became, until Natalia was all but tugging at him, pulling him along with her towards the bedroom and leaving a trail of clothing behind.
no subject
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, cupping her face in his hands. They’re close to the bed now and there’s only a little left to deal with. He guides her hands down to his waistband to encourage her to deal with the last of his clothes.
“Please? I’ve wanted you so much. You have no idea how much. I want you every day I see you and every day I don’t.”
no subject
Natalia let him pull her hands down to his trousers, and her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and buttons, but the zipper she lowered exquisitely slowly, rising up on her toes to kiss him just as she slipped one small hand beneath it to cup him, boldly.
"--I know," she breathed against his wet mouth. A few deft movements, and the dark grey slacks crumpled to the floor at his feet, shortly followed by his boxer-briefs. Then her hands closed over their prize, and she moaned against his lips to feel him already hard, wanton. "...James..."
no subject
It’s been too long since a woman has touched him and when he feels Natalie’s hand cup him, he cries out in both longing and shock. It’s one of the most vivid dreams he’s ever had, being here like this, and he works a hand into her hair before tipping her chin up so he can kiss her.
“Don’t stop touching me,” he murmurs, hand dropping down to stroke along her shoulder and then cup her breast. She’s as soft as he’s imagined and he sighs a little against her mouth. “Don’t leave me, Natalie. Don’t leave me.”
no subject
"...it's okay, James," she told him in a heated little voice. "I'm not going anywhere, malyshka. Not tonight. Promise." She knew he was eager; she could feel the tension thrumming all through him. And she'd also promised to take care of him, so Natalia made up her mind right then and there.
"It's okay," she reassured him again, shifting away just enough to coax him over to the bed, gently pushing him down to sit on the mattress before easing to her knees in front of him. "Easy, baby," the redhead crooned softly, one hand softly pushing Bucky's knees apart and the other flattening to his toned stomach, encouraging him to lean back just enough.
"Let me take care of you, James...just trust me, da?"
no subject
Bucky wants to protest for a moment that she’s taking over when there’s so many things he needs to do to her but he can’t find his words when she’s eased him back to sit down on the bed and soothed him. She seems to know what she wants and there’s no denying they’re both going to enjoy it; the glint in her eyes says everything her words haven’t yet.
He twirls a finger around a silken curl and lets it spring free. She’s all strawberries and cream, Natalie, and he wants to put his mouth on every single inch of her.
“I need you,” he exhales softly. “Please?”
no subject
"...mmm James," she managed to breathe between long, messy kisses, lips and tongues sliding against each other with growing fervor. "...I want you," she told him hotly, squirming atop him, strong arms and thighs gripping him tightly. "You can have me, malyshka," she promised, "...however you want me, as often as you want..."
no subject
“I want you right here in this bed. I want you spread out on that dining table downstairs. I want you in the shower. I want you in my bed and my shower.
He clasps his hands around her hips and pulls her down into his lap hard, grinding up against her. “Everywhere. I want you everywhere.”
no subject
"Da..." she breathed, covering his face with kisses. "Da...here, or there...anywhere, Dzheyms..." She was strong enough to push him over, flat of his back across the bed, and the redhead summoned two ounces of coherence to slip out of her useless panties before she was back in his arms again.
Boldly straddling his big torso, Natalia tossed her head but hissed a breath when she nestled his cock between hot, wet lips, unable to help moving just enough to drive them both insane. She moaned his name again, digging her nails into his chest to keep from flying apart far too soon.
no subject
He moves his thumb over to rub at her clit and smiles up at her, relaxed and soft. "You look beautiful. So beautiful."
no subject
"Dzheyms..." she breathed again, shuddering as his hand moved between them, stimulating her to a new level of pleasure entirely. She began to ride him a little harder, just a tiny bit faster, feeling breath catch in her lungs at the exquisite sight beneath her: James Barnes, tousled, flushed, and beautiful, his large thick body all hers for the absolute taking.
no subject
He stays in her after he comes, still hard, and begs her to come. He works her clit with his thumb and watches her with eyes that have banked fire in them.
“Come for me. Please, please come for me.”
no subject
Natalia slumped boneless over Bucky's chest, her heart still galloping but every nerve ending tingling quite deliciously. He was still inside her, still hard, and she loved it. Enough that she deliberately slowly wiggled her hips, chuckling darkly under her breath.
They weren't finished. Not by a long shot.
no subject
"You doin' all right, sweetheart?" he asks, words slurring a little with a thicker accent than normal. He usually keeps it at bay for professional purposes but he's far from professional right now. Right now, he's just Bucky.