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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."

Her knees were entirely wobbly, but Natalia clutched a second blanket around her nakedness, not really realizing how she made it all the way up the stairs and into Bucky's bed without falling on her nose. It passed in a blur, and the next thing she remembered was sliding into his wonderful bed, the soft sheets feeling heavenly on her sensitive skin.

The ocean breeze was chill, but delightful, and she shivered before burrowing down beneath the heavy comforter. Then the musician was sliding in beside her, brashly pulling her into his arms, and Natasha let him, even lifting her head to kiss him again. And again. She didn't know why; only that it felt right, and she wanted to be held again. Protected. Safe.

"You're one hell of a kisser," Bucky says, smiling at Natasha after their most recent kiss has broken. She feels good in his arms, too, and feels right. He hopes this isn't the last time they're together but if it is, he thinks it's going to be a memory he cherishes for the rest of his life.

"Of course, I might be a little biased," he says, laughing softly. "Cause I love to kiss." He leans in to do just that and slides one of his hands low down her back and just above the curve of her ass. He's never been with a woman as beautiful as Natasha and while he loves everything about her, the looks definitely are a bonus.

His praise made her chuckle, cheeks heading from the blatant compliment. "I like kissing you," Natasha whispered back, lips moving against his. She'd resolutely turned off her logical mind - thank the copious amount of champagne for that - and resolved to just have tonight, something entirely for herself. For once, she had no idea what tomorrow might bring, and right now, Natasha didn't really care.

"You're good at it too, James," she murmured, stroking his cheek with one slim hand. "And you taste so very nice..." Beneath the covers, Natasha slowly slipped a bare leg over Bucky's hip, letting her body follow the press of his hand against her skin. She kissed him again, gently molding her bare body to his, a salacious and entirely delectable tease.

God, but she felt perfect pressed against him and when Natasha slips her leg over his hip, he rocks against her and just lets her feel him. He's not quite ready for her yet but it won't be long and he knows he'll want another round if she's up to it. He hopes like hell that she is.

When she says he tastes nice, he laughs softly and kisses her again and this time and uses his teeth to nip at her full lower lip. Her lips are already full and pouty and the nip only serves to make that even worse. God, he loves her. He loves her too much.

Having him between her thighs again prompted a soft little whimper, and Natasha draped her arms around Bucky's neck, fingers toying with the ends of his shaggy hair. The breeze rippled the curtains and made her shiver, but she gave a little laugh, regardless, loving the dichotomy of warm and cool.

This was so nice; simply lying together, touching, petting, and kissing as if they had all the time in the world. Alex had never wanted to just take his time with her, to indulge her secret heart with his attention and care, and Natasha had resolved to never feel that way about a man's intentions.

But Bucky seemed to focus on nothing else but her, and it was a heady, heady sensation, particularly when she knew he could be doing this with any other woman - or man - in the entire world.

"I could kiss you all night," Bucky says, giving her a look with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. He has never been turned on by someone the way he is by Natasha and now that he's had her, he knows he'll never be able to give her up. If she calls, he'll run, and if she wants this between them then he's all in. Forever.

"I could kiss you and not even do anything else but I'm damn glad we went further than kissing. I don't know how I'll ever stop kissing you so I...I hope this isn't the only time you're in my bed. If you want it to be the only time, I understand, but you've got an open invitation."

Natasha was glad, too, but she didn't want to spend any time talking. Not when they could be kissing instead. So she put a gentle finger over his lips, shushing him lightly. Then replaced it with her lips, licking her way into his sweet mouth at the same time that she slowly wiggled beneath him.

After kissing him for long, breathless minutes, she finally let him pull away, and a corner of her mouth tilted in a small little grin. "Don't talk," she whispered, carding a slim hand through his hair. "Kiss me instead." Love me, she wanted to say, but bit her tongue on that particular insanity.

"I want to stay tonight," Natasha breathed into Bucky's mouth, moving beneath him invitingly, "and you can have me as many times as you want."

Bucky wants to ask if that means he can have her forever or just as many times as he wants tonight but decides it's probably a bad idea to keep asking questions and wasting time. He reaches his hands down to pull Natasha's legs up and around his waist before leaning in for another kiss.

"Then I'm gonna make it a real good night," he says, grinning before he leans in to kiss her again, long and sweet. It's good, kissing like this, and there's a part of him that wants to show off since he knows Natasha hasn't had this in a long time.

She had no doubt that he would, particularly if earlier events were any indication. Natasha let herself relax into the pillows, relishing Bucky's nice thickness above her; she felt safe, protected. Legs around his waist, arms around his neck, the petite redhead kissed her dark-haired lover with eager passion, the copious amount of alcohol helping to keep her inhibitions from interfering, at least for tonight.

He was so handsome, gorgeous really, and when they finally broke apart for a quick breath of air, Natasha couldn't help but simply stare up at him, more than willing to fall into those sky-blue eyes and get lost. A delicate finger gently stroked his cheek, feathering over his mobile mouth, and gently curled around his chin. "...you're so...handsome," she murmured, almost in wonder, dark eyes tracing the lines of his chiseled countenance. "So very beautiful."

Bucky smiles when Natasha starts stroking his skin and when she says he's beautiful, he laughs softly. "I don't think anyone has ever called me beautiful before. I'm the one looking at beautiful right now."

Natasha is incredibly beautiful - high cheekbones, a full mouth, beautiful eyes. Bucky has never seen a woman as beautiful as her and love makes her even more beautiful to him. He wants this to last forever.

"I gotta have you again, Natasha. You make me desperate."

His blatant praise made her blush, a soft peach flooding her throat, the tops of her breasts, and settling warm in her cheeks. It was insanity, what they were doing right now, but she'd decided not to care about an hour ago, and even though her logical mind kept trying to sneak in the door, her subconscious resolutely kept booting it out again.

This was hers. He was hers. And if he wanted her again? Good.

Natasha lifted her lashes, soft green eyes meeting blue steadily. "...all right," she granted, once more winding her arms around his neck to coax him down for more and more kisses. Her knees at his waist, the redhead tilted her hips, offering him exactly what he wanted. She was ready.

Bucky can see the warm flush of Natasha's skin and it's beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful, sure, but it seems like every time he looks at her, he finds something new to admire. When she says he can have her again, he slides in slow. He wants it to last a little while this time so they can both enjoy it and he wants it to feel smooth and without the awkwardness of the first time.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, nuzzling under her chin and kissing along her neck. All of her skin is silky smooth and he wants to map it all out with his lips and then go back over it with his tongue. Her arms are wrapped around his neck but he reaches up to take them in his hands, lacing their fingers together and pushing them up above Natasha's head.

"Don't go getting away from me."

It was smoother, this time, but Natasha still hissed a soft breath when Bucky slid in again, and she relaxed her thighs a little to seat him fully. He nuzzled at her, kissing her neck like a lover should, and every place that he touched, her blood flamed, wanting more. It was instinct to lift her hips, roll her body beneath his to generate just enough friction for her eager nerves, but before she could, her hands were lifted above her head, stretching her under his large frame.

"--I won't," she managed to promise, head tipping back to offer her throat and more of her heated skin. "...James..." Natasha heard herself whimper, a mewling little voice that she didn't even recognize. "...pleeease..." Her hips bucked, enticing, and she turned her head to nip at his ear, panting what she wanted directly to him.

Bucky would never tell her no anyway but never when Natasha is soft beneath him and her skin is painted in a warm flush. He rolls his hips up against her and pushes into her deep, moaning low at the feel of her tight around him. God, he loves her, and he's never going to stop.

He doesn't know if he can keep her forever but he's damn going to try and he'll do everything he can to convince her that he's the kind of man she deserves and the kind of man who will treat her well.

"You feel so good to me, sweetheart. You know that?"

Natasha had no idea how he managed to do these wicked things with his body and still retain enough coherence to form actual words. Because her vocabulary now consisted of little more than his name, her low, needful moans, and a few hissed gasps here and there. Her wrists turned in his grip, her fingers wanting to dig into his shoulders as he rode her deeply, and glazed green eyes met beautiful blue in a dreamy, half-lashed haze.

It wasn't the alcohol, now. It was her own choice, to share this man's bed, let him plunder her body, and give him the freedom to take care of her, as no one ever had before. Natasha knew Bucky was sincere; she could feel it in his touch, hear it in his voice.

And she could only answer with her soft little whimpers, the whispered husk of his name, and her body, rising so smoothly to meet his. It was magic, a magic that she'd never before experienced, and Natasha never wanted it to end.

It's past the alcohol for Bucky too. The alcohol had made it easier to make the move, sure, but he's had these feelings for a long time and helping get her out of the situation with Alex had only made them stronger. Natasha is a woman who deserves to be cherished and loved the way he's trying to now and he wants to be lucky enough to do it for the rest of his life.

He moves faster now, pressing in deep, and catches her mouth in a long, slow kiss. This is the most intimate he's ever been with anyone, he thinks, and he doesn't think it could be like this with anyone but Natasha. She feels so good, so perfect.

She just fits.

She'd never been suffered over before. As if she were something precious, something to cherish, to crave. Bucky kissed her, little grunts of of shared desire escaping him in soft breaths, and just that was enough to make Natasha's head spin. He wanted her. Her. And he proved it as he took the rest, rolling deep into her with every long thrust, pulling a breathless gasp out of her at the apex of each.

It was terribly intimate, this coupling, and Natasha felt her body tightening all too soon; she wanted it to last forever, this sweet anticipation and the movement of his body in hers. But her loins clenched and quivered, eagerly squeezing around him as he worked in and out, making her nails slowly drag down the length of Bucky's broad back, the muscles moving beneath her hands feeling nothing less than velvet-covered steel.

Natasha is tight and then even tighter as she comes and it's everything he can do to fuck her through it and hold on so she gets everything out of it before he takes his. The drag of her nails, though, does him in and he moves in a few more short thrusts before burying his face against her neck and giving in to bliss.

Bucky doesn't move after that, just stays where he is, and he lifts his head to look into her eyes.

"I could do that every day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't be enough, Natasha."

He was heavy, but not unpleasantly so. Natasha lay beneath Bucky, panting, feeling her entire body tingle all over, from head to toe. Atop her, Bucky fought for his own air, big frame trembling very slightly, but more than enough for her to feel it. She shifted only a bit when his head lifted, and hazy eyes met his, a new flush decorating her cheeks at his passioned words.

Natasha had no idea what to say, so she just lowered her lashes and curved her lips, a coquettish maid's evasion, and gently pulled his head down beside hers so she could bury her face in the curve of his neck. Lethargy was quickly catching up, and her body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. The breeze from the open patio door was cool, a sensuous tease on her feverish skin, and the redhead cuddled close to her lover, seeking warmth and comfort.

It feels good to lay there with Natasha curled around him and Bucky turns his head just a little to kiss the top of hers. They're both exhausted and both a little overheated from sex but the breeze feels good and Bucky thinks there's nowhere else he ever wants to be.

"You know, you could just stay here," Bucky says. He knows it's probably just afterglow making him stupid but he is already in love with her. The sex had nothing to do with the fact that he was in love with her because that had already happened.

"If you want your space, go for it, but...I'd like you up here. With me."

Oh, God, why did he have to say things like that? Natasha felt her cheeks heat again, and she reflexively ducked her head into the hollow of Bucky's throat to keep from meeting those earnest blue eyes. Because she honestly didn't know if she'd be able to refuse him, not right now.

Natasha nibbled on her lower lip, but she tried to explain, anyway. "...I need my space," she murmured, voice low, muffled by his neck. "At least for a while." A small hand gently cupped his cheek, and she nuzzled his jaw tenderly. "I need to figure things out...on my own." Just how she was going to do that, she really had no idea.

Now Natasha did meet those beautiful eyes, her own soft, liquid. "...is that okay?"

"I can't make you live with me, baby," Bucky says, brushing his hand through tangled curls. It hurts, sure, but he's not going to pressure her to move in with him when she says she needs space and she just got out of a bad relationship. It doesn't make him better than Alex if he does.

"If you wanna stay down in the guest house, it's fine. If you want to get your own place somewhere else, I'll foot the rent. Whatever you feel is comfortable. I'd like if you at least stayed down in my guest house so I knew you were safe, though. Easier to protect you if you're on my property."

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"I like the guest house," she replied, still quiet, still soft. "It's basically brand new, I don't think anyone has been in there for more than a week." One of her eyebrows went up. "Right?" Either way, though, she was still close by, and hopefully that would be enough. She wasn't broke, but having to foot her own living allowance right now would be...tight, and taking advantage of rent-free space wasn't entirely horrible, was it?

"I do feel safe here," Natasha told him, shivering lightly before hitching a little closer. "...and I know eventually I'll have to...confront Alex, and I'd rather he not know where I'm living right now, or be able to get to me if he somehow manages to find out."

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