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Just as he expected, his knot catches fast but he's nowhere close to coming. It's been too damn long for him to come right when his knot catches and he keeps moving, hips hitting hers hard. Bucky leans down and kisses her hard, teeth catching her lip lightly.

"Mine," he growls under his breath. "Just mine. No one else's. Mine to have."

Maybe he shouldn't be possessive but he's not exactly in his right mind at the moment.

Natasha couldn't swallow a cry when she felt Bucky's knot catch, tug, then expand completely, filling her and then some. But his strong hips kept slamming against hers, driving what breath she still possessed right from her lungs as fast as she could draw it. Then his mouth was back on hers, forcing her lips apart to kiss her thoroughly, leaving her just a little dizzy.

Still trying for breath when she heard his growled, feral announcement, the redhead started to object, but simply didn't have the air. He was still moving over her, trying to fuck his way to climax even with a swollen and caught knot. And she hadn't really considered the ramifications of that in her initial calculations.

She hadn't considered how it was going to make her feel.

It feels like it takes forever but when he comes, it's everything Bucky can do to keep from sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Natasha's neck. He buries his face against it instead and groans loudly. He's still caught against her but he releases her hands and he knows that there will be bruises. Natasha is too pale not to bruise.

Bucky falls against her, heavy, and he tries to catch his breath. "I'll try to roll us in a minute, all right? I won't stay on top of you."

It's the only thing he can promise, though, after his first release in so very long.

Natasha had little choice but to hold on, and she managed, stifling a scream when she at last felt an orgasm tear through Barnes' big body, he shuddering a final time before collapsing atop her. But his weight wasn't a problem; quite the opposite. She felt sheltered, there beneath him, and managed to wind her small arms around his still-shaking shoulders, smoothing his hair with one hand.

"...it's all right," came out in a husky whisper, and the redhead herself also panted for breath, feeling overly sensitive, heated, and just a little...cheated. But she sternly reminded herself that it wasn't Bucky's fault; she wasn't the priority here.

"You can...stay like this, for a while," she granted, still running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "It'll be easier."

"Thank you," Bucky says softly. "I needed you so much."

Natasha's hand in his hair feels good and he lifts his face and kisses her, soft and slow. It's not something he'd really done before because he couldn't really keep control of himself enough to kiss just for kissing's sake but he wants to do it now. He wants to enjoy that part of this too and he hopes that since Natasha was all right with giving him the one part of this, she'll be all right with this part too.

Honestly, she was simply too exhausted at the moment to bother protesting. Besides, it was still...nice, being kissed. Sweet, a little sincere. Barnes was still thick and deep on top of her, it wasn't as if he'd be able to move any time soon. So kissing was definitely better than talking, at least.

"...you're welcome," Natasha whispered when they parted for a quick breath of air. Curious green searched his rugged face, looking for any sort of sign. "Feel any better?" She hoped so. He seemed a bit more 'in his own head', if that could even be applied to an Alpha during his rut.

"Your scent's still strong, but a little smoother. A good thing, James."

"Yeah, I feel a lot better," Bucky admits. It's embarrassing, he guesses, but she signed up for this and they're both adults. They both know what their orientations mean. Luckily she's not in heat because if she was, he'd be fucking ravenous right now even though he'd just had her.

"Do I really smell like Christmas trees? I've never...I don't remember anyone ever telling me what I smell like."

He guesses Christmas trees are an Alpha enough scent but it's funny to him to hear about it from an omega because it's been so long since he's been with one. He nuzzles up against her neck and kisses her there. God, she smells good. So good.

"Good." That was something, at least. The man's poor brains wouldn't be on fire with the need to fuck and rut; hopefully he'd be able to think a little rationally now. If not, well, she had a few days off. And Bucky wasn't the only one thanking God that Natasha wasn't in heat, because no one ever made smart choices when hormones overrode all logical sense.

She had to chuckle at his question, though. "You do, yeah. But it's...good." She fell to stroking his hair again, gently petting. "I've never smelled anything else like it, not on anyone. I really like it," Natasha admitted, unbending enough to give his temple a soft nuzzle as he buried his face in her throat.

Bucky smiles against her skin. It's been long enough that he thinks he can pull out and he does, slowly, and rolls over onto his back. He reaches for her, though, and tugs her up against his chest to hold her. He wants to hold her right now and take care of her, the overprotectiveness of his orientation already kicking in.

"Let me take care of you for a little while," he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He trips his hand down her skin and just enjoys the slight weight of her against his body.

"You probably need it, don't you?"

The disconnect felt a little...strange, but Natasha didn't protest when Bucky shifted, then reached out to bring her with him. She knew she'd be sore as hell tomorrow morning, but it wouldn't be much different from any other exercise program. Barnes wanted to coddle her a little, sating more of his Alpha rut in providing for his Omega, and that was also fine.

"It wouldn't hurt," she quipped, resting her head on his right shoulder, a lean leg casually draped across a muscled thigh. "It's been...well, never, since anyone's really taken care of me, now that I think on it." A thread of humor wound through her voice. "You'll be the first, James."

"That's a shame," Bucky says quietly. "You're supposed to do that. I have a memory like swiss cheese and even I know that." He feels a little more grounded right now, though, and he thinks it's because it's simpler when he's just an Alpha with an Omega and hormones are talking instead of words and memories.

"I'll run you a bath later so you won't be so sore," he decides. "And I'll find something to cook for you. You're going to need it. Right now, though, I think this will be nice. I haven't had anyone to just talk to in a really long time. Steve wants me to be who I used to be and I can't be that guy anymore no matter how hard I try."

Natasha shrugged off the concern, not really willing to swap sob-stories just now. "Order takeout," she suggested to the offer of cooking, however. "There's a really good Chinese place nearby that delivers, and a pizza joint right up the street, too." A bath sounded lovely, though, but she honestly didn't think she had the energy to even sit up at the moment.

"We can talk," the redhead offered, quiet. "I'm a really good listener, so babble all you like." A spark of humor touched her eyes and her tone as she added, "Although I'll probably poke you if you start repeating yourself, Barnes."

"I'll order takeout this time," Bucky concedes. "But I am ordering groceries and cooking for you. You need something better than takeout." Maybe that's a little too much Alpha protectiveness for a first time but his hormones are bouncing all over the place and it seems like such a simple thing to let him cook for her. He'd feel better if she did. He wants to provide for her even if it's just for right now.

"It's not that I have a lot to say," he says when she offers to listen to him babble. "It's just that I don't know how to talk to people anymore. You smell so warm and comforting that it's a lot easier with you but even Steve...his scent throws me off. So does Stark's. It's not right and it's Omega but it just winds me up and irritates me, it doesn't soothe me. I don't have any Omegas to talk to. There's Wanda but she can do the thing in your head. I don't think she'd mean to but I don't want to risk her seeing something she doesn't want to see."

"Sure. There's a market that delivers, too. It's not far, I don't think. I haven't ever ordered from there, but you're welcome to order what you want." Natasha chuckled, amused at the thought of Big Bad Bucky Barnes in her kitchen, whistling through his teeth as he bustled around making a five course meal. "I love breakfast, if that helps. I could eat breakfast food for each meal of the day."

Well, when she did eat. She'd never really had much of a life schedule, as they called it now. A handful of crackers here, a box of Thai takeout there; she managed.

Listening further, Natasha arched an eyebrow in mild amusement. "You're babbling now," she pointed out. "But that's all right. You have a nice voice, and I never mind listening, as I mentioned." God knew she'd been the sounding board for both Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, previously.

"Mmm, well, I'll make you a breakfast for the ages," Bucky promises. When Natasha says he's babbling, he laughs and it rumbles through his chest. He doesn't think he's talked enough to qualify as babbling since he got out of HYDRA control and he likes the idea of it.

"Used to be an extrovert," he says by way of apology. "Would you mind if I got my mouth on you? I want to smell you some more."

He needs the scent to be truly grounded and calm and Natasha's is utterly delicious.

She glinted lightly. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Barnes." It was a promise. When he asked for her scent, Natasha arched her back and stretched a bit, feeling her abused muscles protest. But that was all right. Cardio was the best exercise, really.

"I don't mind," she gave permission. Shifting to her back, she fanned her hair out over the pillows, coaxing Bucky to her with a small, gentle hand on his left shoulder. "Smell me all you want."

Bucky's glad she's all right with it and when Natasha situates herself so he can scent her, he covers her with his body and inhales along her neck and shoulder to get a noseful of her. It's calming, her scent, and he kisses along her soft skin to make it come out a little more for him. She has beautiful skin, pale and begging to be marked.

"You said no teeth but if I could...I would mark you up," he admits in a low, ragged voice.

He licks along the curve of her breast instead and slides his left hand up to trail along her arm and pin it above her head. He doesn't want her getting away from him.

It was...nice, she decided, being coddled a little. Barnes' weight wasn't too much, and his body, as scarred as it was, was very aesthetically pleasant. Thick, ridged, and hard, firm in all the right places. Any woman would love being beneath it. Provided she could handle the mountain of emotional baggage and PTSD that came with it.

The rumble about teeth and marks piqued her strange humor and Natasha huffed a small chuckle, offering no protest when Bucky pushed her arm over her head, bending his own to her breasts. His mouth was warm, smooth, and soft, nicely enticing.

"...not right now," she told him, back arching of its own accord. "I'd rather not look as if I came out second best in a fight with a badger, Barnes."

"Hey, I said mark, not gnaw. There's a big difference between the two of them, okay?"

Still, it elicits a laugh from him and it's a genuine laugh. It's been such a long time since he's been able to laugh like this that he welcomes it and he's glad that he feels safe enough with Natasha to be able to do it. He nuzzles at her breast though and when he kisses her skin, there's not even the barest scrape of teeth.

"I want you to smell like me," he murmurs. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

Steve would be thrilled to hear him laugh. Granted, the venue might not be so appealing, but at least the man could find humor somewhere, right? Natasha chortled along with him, smirking to herself. "Just as long as you know the difference, malyshka, da?" She fancied she might let him leave a nip here or there later on, but for the moment, while he was leveling out, she simply couldn't risk it.

Kisses and licks were well and good for now; better than, she thought with a soft sigh, feeling that slow, wet tongue glide across her skin. His murmured words were soft on her ears, and Natasha took them for an Alpha's instinctive possession, nothing too serious, for now.

"I will," she replied, mouth quirked in a half-smile. "Especially if we don't shower soon, we'll both reek of each other." Which wasn't entirely a bad thing; their scents actually complimented each other, unlike some pairs, who were rancid even at the best times.

The little pet name for her makes his Alpha side preen and Bucky sucks at her nipple lightly before sliding lower to kiss a line down her abdomen. He wants to get his mouth on her and taste her while she's still covered in him. It's driving him crazy.

"I want you reeking of me," he murmurs. "But right now, I want to look at you while my come is still leaking out of you."

It's a filthy thing to say, something he'd never be able to manage if he weren't in rut and half out of his mind, but right now such things are coming out without a filter.

"Would you like that, Natasha?"

He was in rut, so it wasn't surprising that he'd be more primal than was usual; Natasha knew that Bucky Barnes would die before behaving so...crudely, so she didn't gasp in offended shock by the crude commentary. Though the thought of that dark head delving between her thighs wasn't exactly horrible, Natasha managed to bite her lower lip to keep an equally filthy moan in her throat and her voice somewhat level.

"...it's not about what I want," she husked, casually draping a lean leg over Bucky's upper left bicep. "...it's about what you need." Then her lips twitched, and she slowly licked her lips, deliberately lifting her hips as if invitation. "But I won't say 'no'."

"I'll make it about what you want," Bucky counters. He gets between her thighs and pushes them apart wide enough to accommodate his shoulders before using his thumbs to part her folds and just look at her for a long moment. God, she's beautiful.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? I've been all over you," he murmurs. "When I taste you, it's going to taste like me too. I'm going to know that you're mine."

He dips his head and does just that, sliding his tongue against her slowly. He isn't so desperate right now so he can take his time.

A lesser woman might have felt awkward, or self-conscious, about being on such an intimate display. Natasha had learned long ago that flesh was just flesh, thus only a light flush graced pale skin, and not out of any embarrassment. Particularly when Bucky did exactly what he'd said he planned to do, and the first touch of that velvet tongue had her shivering in very short order.

Hardly any of her previous lovers had taken the time to please her, that being the recipient of any tactile attention was almost a new experience. But oh, wasn't it nice... She pushed a hand into Bucky's thick hair, clenching tight but not quite pulling. She bit off a whine, adamant not to let herself enjoy it too much.

God, she tastes good. Bucky can taste himself on Natasha but underneath there's the sweetness of her own taste and he could live off it, he thinks. He works in two fingers and crooks them, needing to feel her fall apart around him. It's the only thing he can focus on.

The Alpha part of him desperately needs her to come for him and whimper beneath his touch. He needs her to beg him to take care of her.

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