Well, now the cat was out of the bag. Quick and quietly as a shadow, Natalia slipped up the back stairs to the second floor, and emerged at the top of the front staircase, a special pink blanket with purple stars in her hands.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ballard," she greeted Rebecca, coming down the stairs with Becca's blanket in her hands. "I...well, I apologize for the awkwardness, but I think this is what you're looking for, isn't it?" A soft smile, and she handed over the little girl's blanket, her professional aplomb apparent even in such informal attire.
Becca just blinked at her, then looked back her brother, totally croggled. "Um--er, hi, Natalia. And yes...it is, thanks." She took the blanket, still a little shell-shocked, but recovered enough to clear her throat, give Bucky a dark look, more for the attitude than the circumstance, and forced a smile. "Well. All right then. I guess...I guess I'll leave you two kids to it. Or...whatever."
Giving her brother a slap on the arm as she passed, Rebecca headed for the front door, saying as she went through it, "I'll call you...later."
Bucky shuts and locks the door before leaning back against it and letting out a long, heavy sigh. That little incident had completely fucked his mood over and while he'd been cuddly and up for more sex, now he's just worried that he's outed himself to his whole family and there'll be pressure to meet Natalie and make a big deal out of something he's still getting used to himself.
"Christ, I thought she wouldn't leave. I'm sorry, Natalie. I didn't know she was going to come over. I figured we were safe for the weekend and we could just have uninterrupted time together."
And now, more annoyingly, he's not in the mood anymore.
She had to chuckle, coming further down the stairs. "It's okay, James. They were going to find out eventually, right? And I'm not at all surprised she was so defensive about Becca. I would be, too, to be honest." Crossing the living room, she came over and put her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest.
"But hey, we still have the weekend together, right?" Lifting her head, she rose up on her tiptoes to tease him for a kiss, then another, until she slid her hands into his hair and kissed him seriously, sliding her barely-clothed body against his. "You don't have to apologize," she breathed against his lips. "Kiss me instead, da?"
Bucky exhales again, trying to release all the tension, and he does lean down and kiss her. It hasn't melted away entirely but Rebecca's arrival had definitely put a damper on any bedroom activities since he'd been forced to divulge things he hadn't really been ready to divulge. His ex wife had been part of his family, after all, and she left him. Is he ready to introduce a new woman to them?
He pushes that down and threads his hands in Natalie's hair, cupping the back of her skull with one of his big hands. The other wanders down and starts unbuttoning the buttons of her stolen shirt, opening it enough so he can get his hand around one soft breast so he can cup and tease it.
She could feel his frustration, that coiled tension that knotted between his shoulders. Natalia had spent a good part of the previous night working all of that out, their playful, sometimes wild, romps beneath his sheets a great physical therapy. But she understood better than most, although she could never tell him that she did, why keeping their relationship theirs was so important.
And she wanted to ease that burden, to make him smile again, to have his eyes light up with happiness once more. He did kiss her back, thankfully, and Natalia gave a soft moan into his mouth when one of those large hands cupped a breast, her back arching to offer him more.
"...I love it when you touch me," she purred at his lips, rubbing her body against his. She flattened her hands to his chest and drew them downwards, fingernails plucking at the waistband of his soft cotton pants. "...let me," she entreated quietly, gently tugging them down and slithering to her knees in their wake. He wasn't as hard as she'd like, not yet, but that didn't stop the redhead from coiling her tongue around the head of Bucky's cock and drawing it between her lips, licking and swirling before settling into a slow, deep rhythm, wanting to hear him sigh and groan above her.
Bucky never asks for this. There's nothing he loves more than Natalie's mouth warm and wet around his cock but it's not something he asks for because it's selfish and he'd rather be selfless in bed. Still, he draws in a sharp breath and gently runs his hands through her hair, encouraging without pulling.
She's damned good at this particular act, too, and it's hard not to lose himself in it even though a few minutes before he'd been tightly coiled and ready to go off on the next person who bothered him. How is it that she can unwind him and make him languid and relaxed so quickly?
She gave a soft moan in response, her lips closed tight around the thick flesh between his rock-hard thighs. Her hands smoothed upwards along the backs of those toned legs, curling around his ass and squeezing tightly. Her head moved back and forth, taking him a little deeper each time, until she finally relaxed her jaw, held her breath, and took him deep, the plump head bumping the back of her throat for several heart-stopping seconds before she had to pull away.
"...mmmm, baby," she purred up at him, firmly working his slick cock with her fingers while she regained her breath. "Feels good for me, too." Leaning into nuzzle at his groin, Natalia bypassed the stiffening shaft in her hand to give the heated sack its share of attention, teasing first one side, then the other, with the flat of her tongue before drawing each between her lips to suckle gently. She wanted him shaking above her, all thoughts of earlier forgotten, and to just be hers for this small slice of time.
Bucky is normally pretty quiet considering he often has errant ears around but he can't help but let out the curse because Natalie's got her mouth all over him and it feels too damn good to be quiet. He wants to wind his hands in her hair and yank her up against him, fuck her right up against the front door. He doesn't, though, and keeps his hands soft.
"Baby," he whimpers, more desperate now. "Finish me off...however you want. Do it however you wanna do it. Hand, mouth, I don't care. I just need it. I need you."
His heated profanity had her smirking; she loved to get him riled up and desperate for her, as often as she could. It only hastened her own arousal, inner thighs slick with the insatiable want he always garnered in her. Natalia lifted her head and snared him with smoky green eyes, her mouth red and wet from working him over, and smirked, a siren's knowing grin.
"...come in my mouth," she insisted, and sucked his cock back between her lips once again. This time she was more serious about it; her head moved back and forth in a faster, deeper rhythm, and her fingernails bit into the backs of Bucky's thighs to guide him in and out of her mouth. He was delicious on her tongue; she moaned around the mouthful, sucking and licking with eager abandon, wanting him to fall apart above her.
Permission given, it's easy for Bucky to let go now. He never wants to come in her mouth without express permission but now that he knows he can, it doesn't take but a few more thrusts before he's coming hot against the back of her throat. He doesn't think anyone is as good at this as his Natalie and she's going to end up killing him one day.
When he's finished, he gently tugs at her hair to pull her off and offers her a hand up so he can wrap her in his arms.
"You're too fucking good at that," he says breathlessly. "You're going to kill me."
Bucky erupted in her mouth and Natalia drank him down, delicately wiping her mouth on the hem of his shirt as he pulled her up into his arms. She laughed as she licked her lips, twining her arms around his neck to nuzzle at his nose and kiss his soft, sweet lips.
"Never," she promised. "You enjoy it too much to let it kill you." It was silly, easy banter, and she rubbed against him again, wanting him to take her back to bed and stay there for the rest of the day. An attainable goal, that. Then she grinned. "But you'll never be able to walk through that door again without remembering my mouth on your cock, boss."
Bucky laughs and kisses her again, stealing a deeper kiss than she'd stolen from him a moment earlier. "Don't call me boss when you've just had my cock in your mouth. I'm not into the power play stuff. Could be, I guess, but not when it's actually a power play."
He cups her cheeks in his hands and looks into her eyes, just wanting to look at her for a little bit. He's never known a woman as beautiful as Natalie; he's obsessed with the deep green of her eyes, the red of her hair, the fullness of her lips.
Natalia gazed right back at him, long-lashed eyes soft and clear. Her fingers circled his wrists, and she eventually turned her head to place a soft kiss into the palm of his hand. "Yes," was her answer with no hesitation at all, smoothing her hands down his arms to wind hers around his neck. "And keep me there until Monday morning, James."
Of course, she couldn't stay that long; Becca would be back Sunday evening, and she had to be gone before the little girl returned. Although now that James' sister was in the know about their relationship, there was a small possibility that she would keep the little girl until school Monday, just to give the man they all cared so deeply for a little more time to enjoy himself without worry.
"I'll keep you as long as I want you," Bucky says, laughing. He goes and lifts her up into his arms so he can carry her back to his bedroom just the way she'd asked. She's tiny and he can carry her so easily; it's one of the things that he loves so much about her.
"C'mon Doll, let's get to work on that bed thing," he teases, starting to head back toward his bedroom and the big, solid bed that lays behind the door. He wants to get her on her back and not let her up until morning. He really, really doesn't. Breakfast can goddamn wait.
She had to chuckle as he swept her up and carried her upstairs, back to his bedroom where the rumpled bed waited. Natalia hit her back in the middle of it, tugging James down with her to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him close, kissing him until she was breathless beneath him.
They might make it up for lunch, but she doubted it. She knew he'd stocked up on groceries so they wouldn't have to leave for food, and that suited her just fine. Natalia's own apartment was cold and aloof by comparison; there was nowhere she'd rather be than in this bed with this man.
"mmmm, James," she murmured against his mouth, wiggling one arm out of his borrowed shirt. "Fuck me, baby," she begged, rolling her hips against his crotch, feeling him already stirring again behind those thin cotton pants. "Want you bad..."
"You gotta get me naked first," Bucky says, laughing. "Come on, babe, you know I want you." He pretty much always wants her, to be honest, and now is no exception. Even Rebecca coming by hadn't killed his desire too much and he is ready to go, ready to have her over and over.
"Gotta get my mouth on you first," he warns. "I wanna bury my face in you and make you scream. I need to make you scream before I give you my dick."
Getting him naked was hardly a problem. One she solved with swift alacrity; Natalia quickly shoved those inconvenient pants down over Bucky's hips and used her toes to pull them the rest of the way off, and now all that remained between them was James's half-buttoned linen shirt, hanging off of Natalia's bare shoulder. The filth coming out of his mouth made her hiss in wicked delight, and she squirmed beneath him, wanting more.
"--you promise?" she breathed, licking at his mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue," she begged. "Make me scream for you, make me scream so much that I forget my own name, and that nothing at all matters but your wicked mouth between my legs." She spread them wide, knees bent and feet propped flat on the mattress in blatant invitation. "Pleeeease, James..."
Bucky doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls at the buttons of the shirt, popping two, and puts her back against the bed so she's flat on her back and in perfect position for him to do what he needs. He tugs her to the edge of his bed where he's kneeling, licking a wet stripe between her legs.
"Beg me," he murmurs. "Make sure I can hear you squeal for me, Natalie. Make sure there's no one else in the world you can think about but me."
He's not normally one for dirty talk but right now he can't help himself.
She did give a brief squeal of surprise when James tugged her down to the end of the bed, not expecting the abrupt translocation. But then his dark head dove between her legs, and she couldn't help the arch of her back or the strangled noise that escaped when she felt that hot, wet tongue slide over too-sensitive flesh. She fisted a hand in Bucky's hair, tangling her fingers in the silky strands, and jerked her hips as much as she was able.
"...James," she panted, over and over. "Oh-baby-please...!" It wasn't part of her persona either, to be so filthy in the bedroom, but she'd since discovered her lover's desperate need for tactile affection, and the more they coupled, the more new facets of his personality emerge from its locked compartment, and it always thrilled her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me with your tongue," she begged again, whining through tightly closed lips to keep from panting. "Please, baby, pleeeease-!" The last word ended on a high squeal, and her free hand cupped a heavy breast, pinching the nipple roughly as she writhed.
He's never going to say no to her. Bucky isn't the type to deny a woman anything in bed but especially not this woman and when she begs him to fuck her with his tongue there's no answer but yes. Yes, yes, yes and over again.
He makes a tight seal over her clit for a little while with his lips before releasing it and spreading her wide with his fingers. Only then does he give her what she wants, delving his tongue in deep, and he brushes his thumb over her clit in hope it'll work her up enough to come for the first time this time around.
Her climax crashed over her all too soon, but she took solace in the fact that this was just the first one of the day. Natalia bucked, moaned, and whimpered, calling for her wicked lover in her throaty alto, made even more so by the gold coursing through each drop of blood. Her thighs quivered with the effort to keep from locking around his head, and her fingernails tugged fiercely at the rumpled sheet beneath her.
She'd discovered to her delight that James was a wonderfully giving lover, far more focused on her pleasure than his own. Which only melted her heart that much more. It was dangerous, this, but she'd made a promise to herself to have no regrets. None at all.
But all of those thoughts were far from her mind as she went slack and boneless beneath his wicked tenderness, breasts still having as she fought to regain her lost breath.
Bucky keeps his mouth on her through it, gently coaxing out every last bit of the orgasm that had racked through her, and when Natalie seems to be finished, he looks up at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"I love hearing you," he says, laying a messy kiss on her left thigh. "And I love tasting you. I think I could die happy doing this right here, Natalie, and you can't convince me otherwise."
He cups her hips in his big hands, long fingers stroking against soft skin.
She was still catching her breath, therefore couldn't respond right away, but it was a wry look she leveled down at her cheeky lover, still propped between her sprawled thighs. "You..." she tried to pant, finally getting the words out, "you're...incorrigible, James Barnes..." Then she slowly squirmed atop the bed, running her hands over her breasts and down her body. "Mmmm, but I do love it..."
A slow, tender smile curved her lips as she gazed down at the father of her child, and Natalia gently wound one bare leg over Bucky's shoulder, the other sliding beneath his arm in a sinuous embrace. "...no one's ever made me feel the way that you do, James." It was an honest confession, at least, her voice gone whiskey-smooth, and low. "No one...ever cared enough, I guess." Soft green eyes were tender, staring down at him.
"Everyone's an idiot, then," Bucky says, grinning at her. "But it's their loss and my gain. I'm not upset about it, anyway."
He kisses her hip for a moment and looks back up to her, his own eyes soft. He hasn't loved anyone since his wife and he hasn't felt safe enough to let anyone in since his heart was broken. Natalie knows his daughter, knows his life - she's everything to him.
"I love you. I know I haven't said it yet but I've felt it for a long time and I just needed to say it now, if that's all right?"
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"Good morning, Mrs. Ballard," she greeted Rebecca, coming down the stairs with Becca's blanket in her hands. "I...well, I apologize for the awkwardness, but I think this is what you're looking for, isn't it?" A soft smile, and she handed over the little girl's blanket, her professional aplomb apparent even in such informal attire.
Becca just blinked at her, then looked back her brother, totally croggled. "Um--er, hi, Natalia. And yes...it is, thanks." She took the blanket, still a little shell-shocked, but recovered enough to clear her throat, give Bucky a dark look, more for the attitude than the circumstance, and forced a smile. "Well. All right then. I guess...I guess I'll leave you two kids to it. Or...whatever."
Giving her brother a slap on the arm as she passed, Rebecca headed for the front door, saying as she went through it, "I'll call you...later."
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"Christ, I thought she wouldn't leave. I'm sorry, Natalie. I didn't know she was going to come over. I figured we were safe for the weekend and we could just have uninterrupted time together."
And now, more annoyingly, he's not in the mood anymore.
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"But hey, we still have the weekend together, right?" Lifting her head, she rose up on her tiptoes to tease him for a kiss, then another, until she slid her hands into his hair and kissed him seriously, sliding her barely-clothed body against his. "You don't have to apologize," she breathed against his lips. "Kiss me instead, da?"
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He pushes that down and threads his hands in Natalie's hair, cupping the back of her skull with one of his big hands. The other wanders down and starts unbuttoning the buttons of her stolen shirt, opening it enough so he can get his hand around one soft breast so he can cup and tease it.
Not there yet but well on the way.
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And she wanted to ease that burden, to make him smile again, to have his eyes light up with happiness once more. He did kiss her back, thankfully, and Natalia gave a soft moan into his mouth when one of those large hands cupped a breast, her back arching to offer him more.
"...I love it when you touch me," she purred at his lips, rubbing her body against his. She flattened her hands to his chest and drew them downwards, fingernails plucking at the waistband of his soft cotton pants. "...let me," she entreated quietly, gently tugging them down and slithering to her knees in their wake. He wasn't as hard as she'd like, not yet, but that didn't stop the redhead from coiling her tongue around the head of Bucky's cock and drawing it between her lips, licking and swirling before settling into a slow, deep rhythm, wanting to hear him sigh and groan above her.
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She's damned good at this particular act, too, and it's hard not to lose himself in it even though a few minutes before he'd been tightly coiled and ready to go off on the next person who bothered him. How is it that she can unwind him and make him languid and relaxed so quickly?
"Natalie, baby. Feels so good."
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"...mmmm, baby," she purred up at him, firmly working his slick cock with her fingers while she regained her breath. "Feels good for me, too." Leaning into nuzzle at his groin, Natalia bypassed the stiffening shaft in her hand to give the heated sack its share of attention, teasing first one side, then the other, with the flat of her tongue before drawing each between her lips to suckle gently. She wanted him shaking above her, all thoughts of earlier forgotten, and to just be hers for this small slice of time.
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Bucky is normally pretty quiet considering he often has errant ears around but he can't help but let out the curse because Natalie's got her mouth all over him and it feels too damn good to be quiet. He wants to wind his hands in her hair and yank her up against him, fuck her right up against the front door. He doesn't, though, and keeps his hands soft.
"Baby," he whimpers, more desperate now. "Finish me off...however you want. Do it however you wanna do it. Hand, mouth, I don't care. I just need it. I need you."
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"...come in my mouth," she insisted, and sucked his cock back between her lips once again. This time she was more serious about it; her head moved back and forth in a faster, deeper rhythm, and her fingernails bit into the backs of Bucky's thighs to guide him in and out of her mouth. He was delicious on her tongue; she moaned around the mouthful, sucking and licking with eager abandon, wanting him to fall apart above her.
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When he's finished, he gently tugs at her hair to pull her off and offers her a hand up so he can wrap her in his arms.
"You're too fucking good at that," he says breathlessly. "You're going to kill me."
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"Never," she promised. "You enjoy it too much to let it kill you." It was silly, easy banter, and she rubbed against him again, wanting him to take her back to bed and stay there for the rest of the day. An attainable goal, that. Then she grinned. "But you'll never be able to walk through that door again without remembering my mouth on your cock, boss."
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He cups her cheeks in his hands and looks into her eyes, just wanting to look at her for a little bit. He's never known a woman as beautiful as Natalie; he's obsessed with the deep green of her eyes, the red of her hair, the fullness of her lips.
"You want me to carry you back to bed?"
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Of course, she couldn't stay that long; Becca would be back Sunday evening, and she had to be gone before the little girl returned. Although now that James' sister was in the know about their relationship, there was a small possibility that she would keep the little girl until school Monday, just to give the man they all cared so deeply for a little more time to enjoy himself without worry.
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"C'mon Doll, let's get to work on that bed thing," he teases, starting to head back toward his bedroom and the big, solid bed that lays behind the door. He wants to get her on her back and not let her up until morning. He really, really doesn't. Breakfast can goddamn wait.
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They might make it up for lunch, but she doubted it. She knew he'd stocked up on groceries so they wouldn't have to leave for food, and that suited her just fine. Natalia's own apartment was cold and aloof by comparison; there was nowhere she'd rather be than in this bed with this man.
"mmmm, James," she murmured against his mouth, wiggling one arm out of his borrowed shirt. "Fuck me, baby," she begged, rolling her hips against his crotch, feeling him already stirring again behind those thin cotton pants. "Want you bad..."
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"Gotta get my mouth on you first," he warns. "I wanna bury my face in you and make you scream. I need to make you scream before I give you my dick."
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"--you promise?" she breathed, licking at his mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue," she begged. "Make me scream for you, make me scream so much that I forget my own name, and that nothing at all matters but your wicked mouth between my legs." She spread them wide, knees bent and feet propped flat on the mattress in blatant invitation. "Pleeeease, James..."
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"Beg me," he murmurs. "Make sure I can hear you squeal for me, Natalie. Make sure there's no one else in the world you can think about but me."
He's not normally one for dirty talk but right now he can't help himself.
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"...James," she panted, over and over. "Oh-baby-please...!" It wasn't part of her persona either, to be so filthy in the bedroom, but she'd since discovered her lover's desperate need for tactile affection, and the more they coupled, the more new facets of his personality emerge from its locked compartment, and it always thrilled her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me with your tongue," she begged again, whining through tightly closed lips to keep from panting. "Please, baby, pleeeease-!" The last word ended on a high squeal, and her free hand cupped a heavy breast, pinching the nipple roughly as she writhed.
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He makes a tight seal over her clit for a little while with his lips before releasing it and spreading her wide with his fingers. Only then does he give her what she wants, delving his tongue in deep, and he brushes his thumb over her clit in hope it'll work her up enough to come for the first time this time around.
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She'd discovered to her delight that James was a wonderfully giving lover, far more focused on her pleasure than his own. Which only melted her heart that much more. It was dangerous, this, but she'd made a promise to herself to have no regrets. None at all.
But all of those thoughts were far from her mind as she went slack and boneless beneath his wicked tenderness, breasts still having as she fought to regain her lost breath.
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"I love hearing you," he says, laying a messy kiss on her left thigh. "And I love tasting you. I think I could die happy doing this right here, Natalie, and you can't convince me otherwise."
He cups her hips in his big hands, long fingers stroking against soft skin.
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A slow, tender smile curved her lips as she gazed down at the father of her child, and Natalia gently wound one bare leg over Bucky's shoulder, the other sliding beneath his arm in a sinuous embrace. "...no one's ever made me feel the way that you do, James." It was an honest confession, at least, her voice gone whiskey-smooth, and low. "No one...ever cared enough, I guess." Soft green eyes were tender, staring down at him.
"...'m glad that you do."
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He kisses her hip for a moment and looks back up to her, his own eyes soft. He hasn't loved anyone since his wife and he hasn't felt safe enough to let anyone in since his heart was broken. Natalie knows his daughter, knows his life - she's everything to him.
"I love you. I know I haven't said it yet but I've felt it for a long time and I just needed to say it now, if that's all right?"