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"That's an order I'll take," Bucky says, moving to his feet so he can start working on the buttons. He does them slowly, kissing her neck and spine as he does, and he pushes the dress down in short order. Her skin is creamy pale and he plays at the strap of her bra a bit as he leans in and murmurs hot against her ear.

"Got those buttons done for you. Want me to get this bra, too? I know it can be a real pain in the ass and I'm not the kind of guy to leave a lady wanting. Not when I've got what she needs."

Bucky wanted to have everything Natalie Rushman needed. He doesn't know when he ships out but until he does, he thinks he wants her in his bed every night.

She was silently thankful she'd opted to "dress up" under her dress for tonight, even if she hadn't planned on undressing for anyone else. Cotton was comfortable, but silk and satin were just...classy. And having grown up with next to nothing, she'd learned to take advantage of the niceties when she could.

Thus she had no qualm about letting James slide her dress down as the buttons came undone, it catching at her elbows for a moment as she still played the coquettish maiden, but then it was gone, leaving her in sleek, fitted undergarments, a soft mint green against her flushed skin.

"That'd be a good boy, James," Natalia purred in a low, throaty alto, tipping back her head to rest it against his shoulder. "I think I'd like that."

"I bet you're not such a good girl, though," Bucky teases. He undoes the bra but keeps Natasha tugged up against his chest while he takes it off and once her breasts are bare, he slides his hands up to cup them. His thumbs brush over her nipples, teasing them hard, and he kisses along her neck.

"You gonna try and get me to heaven tonight? I can think of a few ways we might get there, Natalie."

He's been cutting her name off or nicknaming her all night but right now, Natalie seems to fit better than anything else.

Oh, he had no idea, did he. For a heart-wrenching moment, Natalia gave serious thought to cutting this short, retrieving her clothes, and bolting out of here, but then James's large hands settled over her aching breasts, rough thumbs teasing her nipples to pebble-hardness, and all thoughts of leaving simply fled her mind. She whimpered, needy, and tipped her head aside, baring more of her skin for his mouth even as she leaned back into his warm, lean frame.

And he called her Natalie.

A name she'd come to identify with, but it wasn't hers. And to her shock, she suddenly wished she could hear her name, moaned in that rough, Brooklyn voice.

Natalia bit her lower lip, hard, and thankfully the sharp pain helped focus her back on the now: James's hands fondling her breasts, his mouth leaving soft little bites along the slope of her throat, and she dimly realized she was rocking back into him, her hips rolling across his groin with sinful deliberation.

"Yeah?" She gave a soft laugh and turned in his arms, winding her own around his neck and going up on her toes to pull his mouth down to hers, while she pressed her entire body flush against his, wanting him just as naked and needing him now. "Just how high would you like to go?"

"I think you got a couple ideas in that beautiful head of yours," Bucky teases. He's hard and he's been hard since they hit the door. He hasn't taken anything off yet because he's been a little too busy with her and, honestly, he's still sliding his hands down low to get into those silk panties of hers and start pushing them down.

"But if I don't get my mouth on you, sweetheart, I think I'm going to die. You wouldn't want to short the war effort," he teases. "Not of a fine, upstanding officer like me."

Dimly, Bucky hopes that if Steve does get back, he doesn't hear what's going on in the back room of their walk-up. He's brought girls home before, sure, but this girl feels a lot more special.

She had more than a couple, but it wouldn't do to shock her gorgeous companion right out of the gate, now would it? She could feel his cock, hard beneath those pressed slacks, thick and tight and no doubt aching for a little relief. So while James was working his hands beneath her garters and panties, making her bite her lower lip and instinctively sway into him, Natalia ran her hands down the front of his shirt to his belt, giving it a few sharp yanks to release the buckle, then she was absolutely returning the favor.

He was hot, thick in her hand, and she coiled her fingers around the impressive length just as she reached up to trace her tongue over James's bottom lip, giving it a soft nip with gentle teeth. "I really can't care about the war effort, James," she purred at his mouth. "Right now, I think I'll keep you all to myself." Giving him a few more slow, delicious strokes, Natalia slowly turned them both around, backing up until she felt the edge of his bed behind her knees.

"Now get that uniform off, Sergeant." She was mostly naked, it wasn't fair to be the only one, now was it? Pulling away to slide out of her ensemble, Natalia slowly reclined back on her elbows on James's bed, watching with greedy eyes as he followed his "orders", tantalizingly parting her thighs for him when the rest of the clothing hit the floor.

Edited (missed a word, pft. ) 2020-01-14 16:47 (UTC)

Two things go through his head at once. First of all - Natalie's hands on his cock are way too much when he's about to blow like this and second of all - that beautiful red hair was all natural. He barely resists the urge to bite his own fist to keep a moan from sliding out and yanks at his uniform hard enough that he's gonna be sewing buttons on tomorrow.

Once he's naked, he kneels down at the end of the bed and slides his hands under Natalie's ass, dragging her up so he can get those gorgeous legs over his shoulder and get his mouth on her. He loves doing this for a woman, loves making her fall apart and just scream, and he sucks hard enough to leave a dark mark on her inner thigh before sliding his tongue up and around her clit.

Maybe most guys don't care this much but he does because it's no fun if the dame's not having fun too and wants to make Natalie scream because it feels so goddamn good.

Oh, but she'd been right; he was beautiful beneath all of those cumbersome layers. The hidden strength she'd sensed when they'd been dancing close was revealed in the broad stretch of shoulder, the nicely muscled abdomen leading to a barely dipped waist, and her mouth actually watered when her eyes slid over those thighs, softly corded, thick and lead all at the same time. And his cock, rigid and bobbing against his flat stomach as he immediately went to his knees and all but dove between her spread legs.

Natalia had about three seconds to steel herself for such an eager onslaught, and it was a close thing, because James's hands were sliding beneath her to lift her hips up off of the bed, opening her up for his soft and perfect mouth. She shuddered when a second mark joined the first on her inner thigh, then she was gripping the covers beneath her and throwing her head back to keep from writhing when a skilled tongue probed between soaked folds to torment her unerringly.

"--James!" She just managed not to scream it, but her hips surged in his hands, thighs trembling on either side of his head as he worked her over, and she whimpered his name again, long red hair flailed across his bed as she writhed.

Edited 2020-01-14 17:10 (UTC)

The scream makes him grin against her cunt and he slides his tongue in her for a moment, curling it inside her before digging his fingers into her ass a little more and teasing her clit oh-so-lightly with the edge of his teeth. Just a little - he doesn't want to hurt her - but he wants to drive her goddamn insane.

He slides his fingers against her right thigh, pushing right at her entrance and as he sucks at her clit he slips two within her, crooking them so he can coax her to come. He wants her falling apart for him, coming all over his face so he can remember how she tastes in case he never gets a chance to see her again.

He wants to see her again. He hasn't wanted a woman the way he wants Natalie Rushman in a long, long while - maybe never. He wants to dodge the draft and go AWOL when he gets orders. He wants to hide with her and make her happy.

She was already strung so tight, and so hot and wet she felt as if her blood might boil right in her veins, but seeing that dark head between her splayed thighs, and those long lashes against his sharp cheeks very nearly had her undone. Fingernails tugged on the bedspread, and her hips bucked upwards for that sinful mouth, slick muscles fluttering greedily around that probing tongue, and the pressure on her clit had her eyes rolling back as she gasped for a heaving breath or two.

Because James Barnes was taking it right out of her lungs, damn him.

But she spasmed and keened like a banshee when long, rough fingers pushed inside of her, and her body clamped down tight, squeezing with desperate eagerness as she tumbled right off that shattering cliff, slim thighs quaking as she spasmed and begged. This was insanity, and she'd known it, but right now, she could willingly throw off every yoke that chained her, take this beautiful man by the hand, and simply disappear.

Because he was, "--moya zvezda! Oh-mmnnBucky!"

Dimly, Bucky thinks it's a little odd that Natalie is crying out in what sounds like Russian but she's clamping down on his fingers and he's licking and sucking her through her climax so he isn't thinking about words just now, he's thinking about blowing her mind.

When he finally pulls away, his lips and chin are still slick with her and he gives her a smile. It's not the cocky smile he puts on in public but a genuine one, a sweet one he gets when he's full gone on a dame, and he's full gone on Natalie Rushman. If it wasn't for the war - well. It's a dangerous line of thinking.

"You doing all right, doll?" he asks, fingers gently stroking her hip and the softness of her belly. "You need anything at all?" He's still hard, harder than before, and he wants to sink himself in her more than his next goddamn breath.

When her spasms finally eased, Natalia fell back on the bed, boneless, replete, and greedily inhaling soft breaths, trying to fill her starving lungs. Starlight glittered through her veins, every nerve tingled so very happily. She lolled her head to look down at him, green eyes soft, liquid, and warm all for him, and she felt her lips curve in a slow smile.

"'m good," she murmured, lifting a lazy hand to stroke his cheek, her breath catching again at the look in those baby-blue eyes. Her body gently wiggled under his hand, her stomach fluttering lightly, and she slipped her fingers into James's hair, sweet, soft. But she still ached, way down deep under the fading pleasure, and she gingerly propped up on one elbow, winding her leg from above his shoulder to beneath his arm, gently coaxing.

"I need you." She licked her lips, eager to taste his kisses as he drove into her. "I need you, James. Please, baby?"

"Who am I to question that order?" Bucky says, grinning at her. He helps ease her back before pulling at the drawer of his bedside table and he rifles through it for a moment, looking for a rubber. Fuck. There's none. There's absolutely shit all and he wants to kick himself for being unprepared to have a girl come over. He knows damn well Steve doesn't have any because he'd given some to him and Steve had dutifully given them back, giving him a stammering little speech about how it'd be too special to him to just do it casually. The sap.

"Doll, I'm all out," he confesses, frustrated. "Can't risk it, Natalie. I've never put a girl in that position before and I'm not about to put you in it, darlin'."

He touches her knee lightly, runs the back of his fingers against her inner thigh. "I'll give you anything you need tonight but I can't give you that. Not without protecting you."

She wiggled further back across James's bed, all too eager to have him back in her arms and over her, stifling a grunt of impatience when he pulled away to briefly rummage in the sidetable drawer. She saw his face suddenly fall, and then he was explaining why, and Natalia almost wanted to sigh in relief, because there was absolutely nothing at all to worry about.

The "darlin'" rolling off of his tongue had her shivering with delight, and she smiled softly, putting her arms back around him and tugging at him again. "It doesn't matter, James," she assured him, licking at his sticky chin and kissing his lips softly. "I'm good, I promise. I'm...on medication that prevents it." Which was hardly the truth, but a plausible enough excuse.

Natalia worked a slender thigh between his legs, rubbing silken skin against his cock as she teased him with lips and tongue. "We can, if you really want to, baby."

Bucky doesn't know about any kind of medication that prevents pregnancy but he guesses if she's not saying no and is telling him directly it's all right, he guesses it's all right to risk it. She slides those silk thighs right up against his cock and he lets out a sound that comes out more like nggh than anything intelligible and he slides his hand between his legs, lining himself up so he can ease into her.

Jesus Christ it's different. She's so hot and wet against him and before, he couldn't feel any of this. He could only feel how good it was to be inside something warm and tight and feeling her, just her, is too fucking much. He knows he wont last long.

He slides a hand up to pin hers above her head and snaps his hips into her, slow at first and then harder and faster, and he's losing his head so goddamn quickly.

Feeling him sinking inside of her was the most erotic thing she'd ever in all of her life felt. Natalia canted her hips willingly, arching up just enough to seat him to the very hilt, breathing his name in a voice gone husky with sheer pleasure, closing both her legs and her body around his to keep him where he belonged.

He was thick, hard, and hot, stretching her with a delicious ache to take him all the way, and she felt him shudder atop her, relishing his own pleasure just as much as she did hers. And then he was moving, sharp, stilted thrusts that jerked her beneath him, and she tried to sink her fingernails into his back but he snatched her wrists before she could, and she cried out, begging, when he began to just fuck her.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, strong legs locked behind his thighs, and her lips panting at his ear, Natalia held on as tight as she could, panting and pleading as he just overwhelmed her from the inside out, taking her completely.

Bucky wants to last. He wants to last forever inside this woman who trusts him enough to let him fuck her bare but he knows he's not going to. He manages a little longer before he feels it white hot and undeniable, her warm tight body pulling the orgasm right after him.

He thrusts into her hard one last time as he comes and fucks her through it a few more times, body spent and heart going wild. He falls against her for a moment and presses his forehead against hers, cheeks flagged with red not with exertion but embarrassment.

He bites his lower lip and murmurs an apology, a humble, "I couldn't help myself. I've just never...like that before. Without. I've never done it and I didn't know you'd feel so goddamn good."

She knew he was close, could feel it in the tension screaming across tense shoulders and in his thrusting hips, so it wasn't too much of a surprise when she suddenly felt James stiffen, convulse, then drive into her like a wild jackhammer, leaving her biting the inside of her mouth to keep from screeching when she felt him flood her lower body like a river bursting a dam.

His heart thudded against her chest, and when he released her hands, she immediately put her arms around him, holding him close and stroking his damp, sweaty hair. She pressed soft kisses to his temple, her body still throbbing like a sore tooth, but it was a good pain, and she shushed his muttered apologies with her lips.

"Shhh...hush up." Another series of slow, messy kisses. "We have all night, don't we?" She lofted a sly eyebrow at him. "Unless you're shipping out tomorrow, Sergeant Barnes?"

Bucky rolls off her so he's not crushing her and he slips an arm around her so Natalie can lay against him if she wants. He's not shipping out tomorrow, thank god, and he hopes he can be with her for a little while before he gets his orders and the 107th deploys.

He strokes her hair, pin curls all astray, and sighs softly. "Still, not a good look for me to lose my cool that early, doll. That's almost as bad as me being a virgin."

He hopes it's clear he's not, that he has enough skill to prove he can take care of her in all the right ways, but that's not something to think about right this second.

Yes, she wanted. To lie beside him and more. So she did, snuggling into his side with a contented little hum, putting an arm and a leg over his body to complete his capture. "You don't have to impress me, James," she reminded him with a half-smile. "You've already done that, soldier."

Neither of them were innocents, of that she had little doubt. And despite his easy flirting and smooth charm, it didn't seem that this Bucky Barnes was just some casual skirt-chaser, either. So why had he zeroed in on her? She'd done her level best to stay in the background while working for Stark, and the one moment she took for herself, look what had happened.

Not that she regretted it. She promised herself right then and there to never regret saying 'yes'.

"But," she suggested, stretching a little in his arms, "why don't you kiss me for a while?" A small hand drifted down to sneak between his legs. "See if we can't get something started all over again?"

It's almost too much, her hand on his cock so soon after he's fucked her deep, but he acclimates quickly and closes the gap between them so he can kiss her long and deep.

Maybe it makes him a sap but goddamn if he doesn't love to kiss. He loves feeling a woman yield to him and parts her lips beneath his. He kisses like he's in love even when he isn't but the problem this time is he knows he could be in love with Natalie Rushman sooner rather than later.

"You're gonna kill me, baby girl. I hope you realize that. You're gonna owe the US Army a sergeant."

James wasn't the only one who loved kissing. Natalia eagerly welcomed him back against her, sliding her arms around his neck to hold him close as their mouths met, soft wanting moans wafting between them. Tongues slipped and slid, a scintillating thrill that had her squirming her hips against his in short order. She hiked her leg high over James's hip, rolling her body against his with each meeting of their lips.

Natalia chuckled at James's quip, licking her way into his mouth after for another long kiss. "I think you'll live," she purred against those soft, soft lips. "I definitely feel something getting a little lively again." She edged her thigh between his legs again, followed by a deft stroke of her fingers, squeezing lightly. "The Army can do without you, Sergeant. At least for tonight." She gently coaxed him over on his back and followed, swinging astride him with a toss of red curls.

"Tonight," she murmured with a siren's smile, "you're all mine."

Natalie looks gorgeous up there, tiny waist and full breasts, and he takes a moment to admire her before he slides his hands up to cup them, thumbs teasing her nipples into hardness. Now that he's come once already he doesn't feel nearly so desperate and he can take his time, can really just explore her and catalog every line and curve of her beautiful body. He wants to leave marks on her, indelible ones, and he wants to commit every single bit of her to his memory.

He licks his lip when she says that he's hers for the night and he chuckles a little, rocking up against her and enjoying that she's taking what she wants and not just laying back and begging it out of him.

"I want to be yours, doll," he says, grinning up at her. "What do you do with things that are all wrapped up for you with a pretty little bow, huh? Show me?"

She gazed down at him, beautiful, heavy-eyed, and debauched, and her lips curved in answer. "Mmmm, whatever I want," was her purred response, arching her back when his hands found her breasts. She was still so sensitive that every small touch seemed profound, an explosion rolling over her skin to settle hot in her loins. Hissing between her teeth, she teased him a little more, rocking in perfect counter-rhythm to his rolling hips, tantalizing that stirring hardness a little cruelly.

But then she was leaning down to kiss him again, forcing his mouth open and coiling her tongue with his, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Her nails slowly raked hot lines down his ribs when she left his mouth, sucking sharp kisses along the column of his neck, sliding her tongue over the thudding pulse before her teeth raked, biting a little roughly. She slid down his body as she went, knees pressed to either side of him, full, heavy breasts paving the way for her exploring lips and tongue. She wanted to touch, taste, and tease him, all of him.

This girl already has him all twisted so he doesn't know which way is up and he eagerly kisses her, teeth tugging at that full lower lip and hips rolling under hers. He's already getting hard again under her, already close to wanting to sink in her.

"Natalie," he gaps, hands grabbing her ass and pulling her closer still. He doesn't know if he wants her on top like this or under him but he's got a little while to decide; he's only half mast right now.

"Gotta have you every way I can get you."

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