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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.

The insertion of those thick, rough fingers had her hissing softly, biting her full lower lip on a wanton little moan, and Natasha's hips jerked of their own accord, begging for more. Her back arched, her body taking over her good sense without permission, but then, she really didn't fight it all that hard, either.

Barnes definitely knew what he was doing; there was far less fumbling then she'd initially expected. Which was a good thing, but her curiosity piqued, just a little. Well, they'd discuss it later. Maybe. Now was for letting him work her over, parting her thighs even more to accommodate his broad shoulders, and rub her own nipples for that extra bit of stimulation, whimpering softly when her hips began to shallowly buck, insistent.

When Natasha starts moving her hips up against his face, it only encourages him to be more insistent. God, she tastes amazing, and even though he's not getting any stimulation on his own body, this is easing his rut all the same. He encourages her to move and adds another finger, stretching her as he works her over with his tongue.

He loves doing this regardless but it's amazing right now when all he wants is her smell and taste to calm himself down. He knows he's not playing fair right now with the way he's curling his tongue around her clit and working her with his fingers but playing fair isn't exactly what he wants to do right this moment.

It didn't take too much longer to have her stiffening, hips bucking hard as she strained, biting at her lower lip to keep from screaming. She did have a few neighbors, after all. But the climax washed over her, regardless, leaving the redhead spent and breathless collapsed against her sheets and pillows.

The Omega in her purred, sated for the moment, and absolutely inviting to the Alpha still wedged between her thighs. It was instinct to beckon him up to her, welcome him into her arms and hold him close. She wanted to nest with him in such a way.

And in retrospect, it was just a little scary.

But Natasha couldn't think that far ahead, not when her blood still tingled and her skin was still flushed with soft color. She only gave a soft, signed moan of sheer pleasure, and tugged at Bucky a little, wanting to nestle into his arms and drowse.

Bucky is more than happy to follow her insistent tugs up so he can pull Natasha into his arms and hold her close. He feels soothed for the first time in a long while and the rough edges have been buffed out so he can relax. It's more than what the sedative did - it's true satiation from his hormones being given into and finally released.

"I could hold you forever," he says quietly. "Just so you're aware of that. We could lay just like this for hours and I wouldn't get tired of it. It's been so, so long for me. I think a part of me missed this and I didn't even realize it."

She didn't protest when Bucky pulled her into his mismatched arms, quite the contrary. It was instinct, of a sort, to lie with him and cuddle close. To nest. One instinct she'd never really experienced before. He seemed much calmer now, though, and for that, she was thankful.

He nuzzled into her hair, murmuring words into her curls, and Natasha murred in response, eyes drowsy and skin still tingling all over. "...you can," she replied, words slurred slightly. "At least, for now." She automatically nuzzled into his neck, purring softly. "...whatever you need, malyshka..."

Although she knew she'd need a good meal and a hot bath before too long, lest she get ravenously hungry and her muscles begin to protest all this extracurricular exercise.

Bucky likes the pet name and it soothes him a little, soothes him enough that he can doze with Natasha warm and soft in his arms. After a little while, though, he's hungry and he knows he needs to get food for her and make sure she has a warm bath and other things. He needs to take care of her the way she's taking care of him right now.

He slides out of the bed and kisses her softly. "I'm going to order food for us, all right? Do you want me to run you a bath or get a shower started for you? You could take it while we wait."

She drowsed, lingering between sleep and awake until Bucky stirred beside her, instantly jolting her back to total consciousness. But there was no threat, just the Alpha slipping out of bed and leaning back over to peck her lips lightly, a gesture that, oddly, touched her.

"Da," Natasha agreed, voice still roughened by sleep. "A bath would be lovely." Just thinking about soaking in a tub full of bubbles made her sigh in contentment. "The tub has whirlpool jets, too. You can turn them on once the water's full enough."

"I'll go do that then," Bucky says. It doesn't take long to run the water nice and hot and get the jets turned on and once he has, he comes back to the bed to get Natasha up and out.

"If you'll put your arms around my neck, I'll carry you in. No need for you to exert yourself right now. You need to relax until the food gets here, all right? I'm going to be all right for a little while."

This is important too, taking care of her, and he needs to do it as much as he needs the sex.

Natasha obligingly let Bucky carry her into the bathroom, the steam rising from the bath making her shiver lightly. She shuddered, however, when he lowered her into the hot water, but from bliss, not any sort of discomfort. The hot, swirling water felt heavenly on her skin, and the heat immediately began to seep into her achy muscles.

"Spasibo, malyshka," the redhead murmured with a slight smile, sliding down to rest her head against the back of the tub. Her eyes closed, but she spoke again, asking, "What did you order?" And please don't kill the delivery kid, either.

The pet name soothes him even more and Bucky smiles. It's soft, to be sure, but it comes to him naturally and easy. When she asks what he ordered he's happy to tell her everything he'd ordered off the Chinese menu he'd found in her kitchen.

"I had them send a lot since I have to eat a lot and I haven't really been eating enough," Bucky admits. "Stark wasn't starving me or anything, nothing like that, but I'm just used to not being able to have things and it's hard to trust it. Right now, though, I'm burning through everything I have and then some because of my rut."

He reaches out and draws the fingers of his right hand along the curve of her cheek. God, her skin is soft. "I'll let you eat first when it gets here. I don't have a bank account but I had some cash from when I was in Romania and Stark exchanged it for me. I'll handle dinner for us."

"That's fine," Natasha told him drowsily. "I know how much you super soldiers can pack away." Her lips crimped briefly. "If there are any leftovers, I'll be surprised." The touch on her cheek fluttered her lashes, and the small Omega didn't see any problem with leaning her head towards it, soaking up the tender affection just as she was the heat from the hot water.

"But you don't have to cater to me, James," she said then, lifting her head and meeting his gaze squarely. "We'll eat together, da?" Another gentle smile. "Like friends do." If he wanted to buy dinner, she wasn't going to protest, although the rest of their groceries she intended to put on her Stark MasterCard.

"Now, shoo. Let me bathe and get dressed, and the food should be here by then."

Bucky leaves even though he doesn't want to and when the food comes, the scent of the Alpha who delivers it makes him territorial and he snarls at him a little. The kid isn't more than sixteen, though, and when Bucky shoves money into his hands, he apologizes.

"My Omega," he grits out and the kid nods quickly. "I understand, man, I can tell. Have a good night."

He hadn't killed the guy, so there's that, and he lays out the food for them on actual plates instead of them eating out of cartons. He wants to go back to the bathroom and help Natasha bathe and dress but she'd asked for him to wait outside so he is.

Training and habit seldom allowed her to linger in too much comfort, and the soothing bath was no exception. That, and the fact that there was a semi-stable, unbonded Alpha prowling the rest of her apartment. Natasha bathed quickly, not too surprised that her hips, ribs, and even the side of her right breast bore dark marks, testament to Barnes' eagerness.

But that was all right; she didn't blame him. And she'd had worse, after all.

Wrapping in a soft terrycloth robe after toweling off, she wrapped a small towel around her wet curls and padded barefoot to the kitchen, having not bothered with anything beneath the wrap. No point, really. But the food had arrived, and smelled heavenly, prompting a small grumble from the vicinity of her stomach. In the kitchen, she spied Barnes...not quite guarding their delivery order, but almost.

He'd served them both on plates, she noted, smiling softly as she stepped around the bar to kiss his grizzled cheek, an appreciative affection. "Spasibo," Natasha told him quietly. "For serving us up. We can eat at the table," the small two-seater near the large bay window, "or on the couch, wherever's more comfortable for you."

Bucky takes a few moments and decides he can be closer to her if they're on the couch versus two separate chairs and nods that way. "The couch, I think. I tore up all my furniture back in Stark's comfortable prison so it'd be nice to sit on something soft."

He says it drily, almost as if it's a joke, but it really isn't. It was a comfortable prison. He couldn't go anywhere even if he was being kept well and he'd felt completely caged in when the rut hit.

"How bad did I bruise you up? Do I need to look at it?"

Natasha shrugged. "Not too bad." Picking up her plate, she padded over to the couch, folding a leg beneath her as she sat and settled. "I've had worse," she added with a shrug. The food was still nicely warm, thankfully, and the redhead dug in with relish. "Mmmm, their chicken fried rice is the best."

She didn't want him fretting about hurting her, especially when it wasn't necessary. She'd volunteered for this task, after all. "C'mon," she encouraged, patting the cushion beside her. "Come sit down with me and eat."

It feels so normal and domestic to do this, to sit and share a meal with a woman the way he had a thousand times over before he went to Europe for the war. Bucky guesses that if things had gone the way they were supposed to, he'd have done his time and come home a minor celebrity from having been one of the Howling Commandoes and gotten married to a sweet Omega and had a houseful of kids.

None of that happened for him, though, and he has to make do with what he has now which is a meal with someone who is willing to be his friend and willing to help him through this when others wanted to just lock him up.

"Please tell me they're not going to make you check in with them to be sure I didn't tear you limb from limb or something? I feel like I'm a werewolf or something, the way they act. I've been kept in a really comfortable prison as soon as I was found and I gotta say, it's better than HYDRA but it's not really living either."

The thought of Bucky Barnes being a werewolf made Natasha snort a small involuntary laugh, but she had to concede him the point. "No, no, nothing like that. I told Steve and Tony that I was a grown-up, and could handle myself just fine. They tried to argue, but I ignored them." This last said with a small shrug as she ate another bite of sesame chicken.

Swallowing, Natasha went on, "But I understand their concern, too. At the same time, I know what you're going through." She pushed broccoli around on her plate, then said, "...when I first joined SHIELD, it was pretty much the same for me. I was the outsider, the defecting Russian spy." An eyebrow went up as she glanced over at Bucky. "Barton actually had a kill order for me, did you know that? But, thankfully, he made a different call and recruited me. And it took a while for everyone else to 'warm up', so to speak, so I know how you feel."

She shifted over and leaned her shoulder against his. "Just hang in there, malyshka. It'll get easier, eventually."

"Malyshka," Bucky repeats, his own Russian as good as Natasha's. He has to laugh softly because no one has pet named him in ninety years and while it's novel, it feels really good to be special to someone even if Natasha doesn't even mean it that seriously. He's getting attached and he knows it but he needs to deflect it.

"That's sweet. I haven't been anyone's baby in a long time. Don't get too attached, though, because Stark will haul me right out of here as soon as my rut is over because I gotta go back to prison."

Bucky eats a few bites and takes a swig of water before saying anything else. "It would be nice if I could stay here, though. It would...be a little more free. I know I can't just skip town but I would at least have more than one room and not have to pace around all day."

Natasha had to concede the idea, but she gave a small shrug in response. "Don't count on it. Tony Stark's not God. He doesn't call all of the shots just yet." Especially when it came to Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow was a force to be reckoned with, and she didn't have Stark's admittedly-camouflaged morals. Or ethics.

"If you do well enough here, I can probably keep you here, provided you want to stay." The small redhead swallowed another bite of chicken, then a slow sip of water. "Steve would advocate it, and Wilson, too." Despite what Barnes might think, the rest of the team did have his best interests at heart.

Just...letting the past go was difficult, for some.

"He's not your enemy," Natasha told Bucky quietly, about Stark. "He's just..." she sighed, giving a small shake of her head. "...complicated."

"I killed his parents. Not too complicated," Bucky says. He pushes his food around on his plate and tries to figure out what to say after that. There's not much. His bloody history as the Winter Soldier is well known and feared and everyone knows he can be just as dangerous in rut as he'd been then. He can at least control his own mind during rut, though, and couldn't as the soldier.

"He hates me and he should. I think he's scared of me, too, and everyone should be. I have a bomb in my head and it needs to be disarmed. Until it is, I'm a danger to everyone except my omega and I've never been mated so there's not one to talk me out of my programming. HYDRA tried a few times, you know? They wanted to breed me. Didn't work. I just kept getting more unstable every time they tried. So they eventually stopped trying and just popped me on ice whenever I had a cycle. This is the first one I've had in a long time."

He exhales and looks over at Natasha directly. "But if they let me, I would stay here. It's better here than it is there. I feel a little less like a prisoner."

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