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"Well, if I'm gonna stop thinking and just do I guess I've gotta get you off all over again," Bucky says, laughing a little. "Because the first one's worn off and you're gonna need another one if we're doing that." He tosses back the rest of his glass of champagne and kisses her, hands cupping her cheeks while he does.

He thinks he could kiss Natasha for the rest of his life and it wouldn't be enough but he'll take this stolen moment while they're both riding high on champagne and uninhibited enough to give into desires they've been keeping buttoned down.

He still tasted of the champagne, sweet on his tongue, and Natasha didn't hesitate to kiss right back, parting her lips and licking at him gently. The blanket she let fall in favor of draping her arms around his neck and leaning sideways across his lap. Her long curls draped across Bucky's thighs, but Natasha met his mouth with more fervor than she had before, letting the fizz from the alcohol carry her along.

One small hand smoothed over his bare shoulder, fingernails gently scratching over his skin. She whimpered softly, right into his mouth, unabashed to tangle her tongue with his, all inhibitions left behind, this time. The fire crackled, but it was a chill thing compared to the heat between the man and woman coiled together in front of it.

The kiss is good. Bucky tastes champagne on Natasha's lips and the scratch of her fingernails is just enough to ground him and remind him that this is real and not some elaborate fantasy he's dreamed up in the middle of the night. It'll still have happened when he wakes up in the morning and nothing can take that from him.

He's still wearing his jeans so he rises up on his knees to undo them and push them down and laughs when he falls over a little and ends up sprawled on his back, legs every which way but right.

"A little help? I apparently failed basic life skills just now."

Their kiss broke only so Bucky could finish undressing, Natasha sitting back on her knees and watching with unfeigned interest. Only to blink, then splutter and laugh when that endeavor didn't really work, and the musician ended up spread-eagled on the blanket, one leg bare and his jeans hung up on the other. He looked so comical, all she could do was giggle.

"You're impossible," she teased, walking over on her knees to "assist", which basically consisted of reaching across his torso to pull on the twisted denim, and getting tripped by the blanket herself, resulting in a moderate tangle of limbs when she went over sideways across Bucky's stomach, squealing as she tumbled.

Thankfully, no one was hurt by the time everything got sorted out, and with all clothing tossed away, and the blanket shoved away, and Natasha was once more able to put her arms around her guitarist's neck and kiss him soundly, uncaring of anything else for the foreseeable future.

"Hey Beautiful," Bucky says, laughing softly when they're finally naked and not tangled up in fabric. The kiss between them this time is searing hot and far from playful and it doesn't take him long to roll Natasha under him. He kisses her again, long and slow, and then pulls away just enough to lay alongside him. He skims his hand down her body, lays it low on her belly.

"Gonna need to get you ready all over again. Bet I can make you beg for it, though. You think I can?"

He thinks the alcohol has made him bolder than he was because he's less worried about fucking it up and more worried about making Natasha feel good. That's the most important thing.

"Probably." The quip was out even before she realized she'd said it. Natasha felt her cheeks heating - she'd never in her life been this brazen - but the time for shyness or second thoughts had long passed. Bucky was gorgeous above her; dark hair, sparkling blue eyes, kissable mouth slanted just so, and the vision he presented was nothing less of magnificent.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say that he didn't have to, but she bit it back before it could escape. Rather than ruin everything with words or insecurities, Natasha simply draped her arms over his shoulders and carefully rolled her bare body beneath his, a sinuous enticement.

"I really think you can, James."

Bucky slides his fingers between her thighs just to play, teasing around to figure out what feels good to her and what doesn't. She's a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he's ever known, and there's nothing in the world he wants more right now than to make her happy. He's got something to prove.

He moves his mouth to kiss along her neck and jaw before teasing just the tip of one finger into her and drawing it away. It feels good to him, making her feel good, and he knows he's going to be desperate by the time he actually fucks her. He won't be able to help it.

It was still...strange, this sort of blatant attention, but Natasha reminded herself to just relax and let it happen, to let him take care of her the way no one else had. And God, but didn't it feel so good? She couldn't help the soft little noises that tripped past parted lips in response to Bucky's hand, playing such delicate havoc between her legs.

That, coupled with the warm, sweet kisses along her throat, in truth her most sensitive spot, had her arching up from the blanket with a completely involuntary whimper, fingernails biting into his skin just a little. He teased her and she bit at her lower lip, loins clenching almost painfully, so very eager for more.

"I bet I can get you to come for me twice," Bucky murmurs, nipping just below Natasha's ear as he curls his fingers into her. He doesn't know if he can or not - probably can - but the tease might be enough to get her there the first time anyway. He moves his thumb a little faster against her clit.

"Get you to make all sorts of pretty noises for me. I know how to play you, Natasha. I'll make your whole body sing."

He doesn't know if she likes dirty talk or not but it's something he likes so he hopes she'll let him know if it's not her style.

It truthfully wouldn't take much; she was already overstimulated from just this simple attention right now. Never the one to receive such blatant male focus was working entirely in Bucky's favor; Natasha was already whimpering softly, biting at her lower lip to keep from moaning right out loud. His whispered words, delivered in that low, rumbling sexy voice were working their own magic, heating her blood as it zinged about beneath her skin, flushing it a pretty peach.

Her fingernails scraped; she clutched at him spasmodically as her hips moved against his hands, and the redhead whimpered and mewled, feeling her entire body as if it were two sizes too small. Oh, but she was getting close, so easily, so sensitive and ripe for a man's bold, sure touch. She whined his name, tugging at him needfully, and turned her head to find his mouth, snagging a bold, tongue-filled kiss for herself.

The kiss is searing hot and Bucky moves his hand a little faster and increases the pressure, trying to get Natasha to come because he thinks he's going to die if he can't get in her soon. He's not going to put himself above her, though, and will keep it up until she comes for him.

He tugs lightly at her lower lip with his teeth before breaking the kiss to take a breath and looks at her eyes, his blue meeting her green. She's so beautiful, Natasha, and he falls in love with her all over again every time he watches her.

"Come for me, doll. I know you can. You can do it for me."

Those green eyes darkened as her body began to tighten, then they lightened to the brightest shade of jade when she fell over into her climax, dark lashes falling over their brilliance as she shuddered and gasped. Natasha clutched Bucky's shoulders, thighs shaking like leaves in a windstorm as the orgasm rolled through her, leaving her winded and breathless in its shocking aftermath.

She ached, all over, but not from any undue pain. More from the anticipation, that there was even more to follow, and for once in her life, she wanted it. Still gasping for breath, the redhead sought her lover's mouth for deep, torrid kisses, her entire body primed and so ready for his. She'd fallen over the edge; there was no going back now.

Bucky is pretty sure he's never seen anyone come as prettily as Natasha just had and he falls into her kiss eagerly, shifting to cover her as he does. The fire is still warm at his back and there's a breeze from the doors opened to the patio across the room; there's no way this could be more perfect except if it was in his bed.

"Wanna be in you now," he murmurs, a little breathless. "Can I? Will you let me?"

Maybe he doesn't necessarily have to ask since they've been fooling around for a while now but he does it anyway just to be sure.

Once she managed to gain enough breath to see straight again, Natasha blinked open slightly-dazed eyes to realize that Bucky was now atop her, nestled perfectly between her thighs and his very nice body deliciously heavy, pressed every inch against hers. His hips shifted and she felt him, thick and hard, rubbing against her where she still throbbed, tingled, and ached.

She could only drape her arms over his shoulders, curl first one leg, then the other, around his waist, and give a silent nod, lips parted, swollen, and shining. "--yes," finally rolled out of her mouth, gently tilting her hips in unabashed invitation. "...yes, James. Please..."

It's all he needs, that little yes, and Bucky shifts so he can press into her. He moves slowly to let her adjust and when he's in Natasha to the hilt, he kisses her gently. Just now, he's not moving, and he'll hold her there until he feels like she's ready for more.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs against her temple. "So fucking wet and tight for me. You're so perfect."

He reaches down to grasp her knees and hold her legs there against his waist so that when he pulls out of her and presses back in, it feels like he's going even deeper than before.

Feeling him press deep had her hissing with the stretch; she hadn't really been expecting him to be so...large. Her thighs quivered and her fingernails gripped, but Natasha forced herself to relax and let him sink into her, grateful that he was careful, slow, and held still for a few breathless moments to let her adjust. She was quickly coming to realize that she had a thing for his voice; the words murmured at her ear and against her skin served to heat her blood to fever pitch, making her loins clench all the tighter.

As Bucky began to move, Natasha caught her breath - exquisite. He filled her completely, and the friction when he rolled his hips in, and out, in, and out, almost shorted out her brain entirely. A breathy, low moan escaped her with each slow thrust, her entire body afire with a myriad of sensations she'd seldom, if ever, experienced. So enraptured was she with making love that the thought of protection, or the birth control she hadn't taken since the night she'd arrived, never once crossed her mind.

It's been a little while since Bucky's had sex and he definitely didn't have the feelings like he has for Natasha so he can't really do much more than let out a low, soft moan when he moves in her. She's tight and hot around him and he thinks she's the best she's ever had - and not just because it's been a long time.

When he finds his voice again, it's rough. "You're so fucking tight. It's just for me, isn't it? You're just mine and no one else's?"

It's a stream of filth to keep from saying he loves her over and over and he knows this won't last as long as he wants it to. At least this is only the first time.

Later, she'd be embarrassed and try to apologize for the claw marks left on his shoulders and down his back; but really, it was Bucky's own fault for talking to her like that, and driving her right out of her very mind. Natasha felt her fingernails bite into his skin as her body tightened even more, squeezing him deep each time he rolled back into her.

Hopefully he didn't expect her to answer, because words were now far beyond her reach. All she could do was gasp for breath, lick her lips, and tug him down for kisses, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as they slowly rocked together. He was so deep, as if he wanted to crawl beneath her skin and just stay there forever; never had sex with Alex ever been so goddamn intense.

She was trembling, aching breasts crushed against Bucky's thick chest, and Natasha held on for dear life as he just fucked her right there in front of the fireplace, right on his living room floor. But she didn't care. Couldn't care, not when everything was just so perfect. Her moans grew louder, her gasps pitched higher, and she whined with every long thrust, needing only a few more to tip her again over that blissful edge.

God, it felt good. Bucky tries to hold on a little longer so he can really savor the moment but his thrusts slow down a little, go deeper on every pass. He buries his lips against Natasha's ear and starts whispering again, a filthy stream of words coming out that he doesn't think he'll be able to remember later on. There's only a few things that are especially important, though.

"I'm so fucking ready to come for you," he murmurs. "Want you to come around me so I can feel you all tight. I want you to come for me for the third time tonight. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? It's just one more and then I'll finish just the way you want me to. Just one more time for me."

It crashed over her like a wave, leaving her stiff for a heartbeat, then shuddering in Bucky's arms as she tried to keep herself from turning inside out. It was almost shameful, how easily he was able to bring her to orgasm, but later she'd blame the sound of his luscious voice for making her so very weak.

Her thighs clenched around his hips, and she bucked beneath him, straining in his grasp. It went on and on, and Natasha thought she might have whited-out for a moment, so breathless was she. Her nails gripped, digging into his skin, wanting him to reach his own climax even as she squeezed him hard and tight. It couldn't be long now.

It's enough to tip him over the edge too. Bucky's been close since he moved in her the first time but the feel of her hot and wet and clenching around him had been enough to make him come, heat pooling in his spine and his own white-out very much a thing.

He moves a few more times as he finishes and when he's done, he doesn't immediately pull away. Instead, he holds Natasha close and touches her skin everywhere his fingers can reach.

"Do you know how perfect you are to me? So perfect."

She fully expected him to pull away and leave her panting, breathless, but instead Natasha felt Bucky's arms come around her and gather her close, protected, against his chest, the sound of his galloping heartbeat loud in her ears. It was...comforting. Clutching him in return, she gripped like a clinging vine, needing the anchor to keep from shuddering right apart.

Fingers ghosted over her sensitive skin, leaving shivers in their wake, and words were slow, so very slow to come. Her tongue was frozen behind her teeth, and Natasha honestly felt any vocal contribution she made would ruin the spell. So she kept quiet, content to just hold him tightly. She knew she'd ache horribly tomorrow, but for right now, this was perfect.

It takes Bucky a moment to get his breath back and when he does, he tells Natasha he loves her, again, and kisses her hair. While it's romantic down here on the floor in front of the fireplace, he wants to invite her up to his bed so after a few moments, he does.

"I'd really like it if you came upstairs with me tonight and stayed over. Do you want to?"

He hopes so but it has to be her decision, not his.

The thought of moving from this blanket hadn't crossed her mind. But now that Bucky had mentioned it, doing so sounded absolutely divine. Natasha blinked, slowly coming back to herself, and gave a little experimental wiggle, hissing a soft breath when her body protested.

"That...I--well, I wouldn't mind," she finally managed to get out, wondering just how this was going to work, as well as how were they going to clean up this mess here in the floor, and just where had their clothes gone?

The ramifications of waking up in Bucky's bed tomorrow hadn't really occurred to her yet, but Natasha knew that, right now, there wasn't any way she'd be able to walk down to the guesthouse. And, from her previous experience, his bed was very comfortable.

"C'mon. I'll leave the mess for later and we'll go on up," Bucky says. He shifts to stand and offers his hands for her, wanting to help her up. He'd carry her up the goddamn stairs if he thought she'd accept it but for now, walking hand in hand would do.

"We'll be much more comfortable in bed and I can have the patio door open up there too so we can get the breeze. It's cold tonight but I think we can keep each other warm."

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