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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"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?"