"What about your office?" Natalie asked him, giving him a slyly coquettish look from beneath her lashes. "Surely no one would dare bother us in there, right?" But she could concede the point; an executive should know better, and she doubted James Barnes would ever do something so crass. Still, the thrill was definitely there.
"But we don't have to go that far if you don't want to, James." And really, he shouldn't have his first time in so very long as a quickie in a locked office at a party. But she had to play the part, and doing so required being a little crass, sometimes.
"Making out a little would definitely be fun," she agreed. Then gestured out over the crowd. "And you can't tell me that we'd be the only ones in here to do it, either. Honestly."
"We will definitely not be the only ones doing it. You have a point about my office, though. I think no one would bother us up there and I have a couch. We could actually kiss without having a schematic shoved in my face every five minutes," Bucky says, laughing softly.
He tosses back the rest of his champagne and puts the flute on a table before wrapping his arms around Natalie's waist. "I'll steal us some more champagne and we can go up there. We can get some privacy and a good view."
The man had a beautiful smile and a wonderful laugh; again, why was he still single? She just couldn't fathom it - even with his emotional trauma he shouldn't have to be paying for anyone to show him affection. Christ, all he'd had to do tonight was walk in the damned door.
Natalie drained her glass and set the flute aside just as Bucky's arms came around her waist, and she twirled with him, the skirt of her gown flaring lightly. "Sounds like a plan, handsome. Let me just go visit the little girl's room, and I'll meet you by the elevator, da?"
A quick kiss sealed her promise, then she slipped out of his grasp and sashayed towards the corner of the room, making sure to give her hips enough sway that he wouldn't be able to help himself watch her leave.
No, he can't help but watch Natalie leave and the idea that she's here with him and he doesn't have to worry about that and can just be himself takes a lot of weight off his shoulders. He tries to act casual as he waits but he ends up fiddling a little and when he spots her, he knows he's staring.
"It's going to be a very, very long elevator ride," Bucky says, shaking his head and smiling a bit. "You look beautiful tonight. I think I said that already but it bears repeating."
She was an expert at ghosting through a crowd, a skill that served her well tonight. By the time she rejoined her date, Tony Stark had arrived, along with all the panache and attention that he generated. So it was probably a good thing that she and Bucky were relocating; she didn't really want to have to jump-start a hyperventilating soldier tonight.
"Good," Natalie smiled, absently sliding her fingers up and down a lapel on Bucky's jacket. "Gives us more time to fool around before we get to your office." A soft, rosy blush flooded her cheeks to his compliment, and she lowered her lashes, demure. "Thank you. I really wanted to look good for you, James. You deserve it."
When she says that he deserves it, a warmth suffuses him and Bucky's not sure why that is. It's been a long time since he's thought about deserving anything other than a good job and steady work and it feels...good to be complimented by Natalie. Really damn good.
His office is on the 60th floor and this elevator is deserted so once he's hit the button, he leans back against the back of the elevator and takes a long look at Natalie for himself.
"Well, you definitely achieved that. You look amazing, regardless or whether or not it's for me."
She'd learned to blush on cue, and that skill also served her well now. The more endearing she could be, the better. "Spasibo," was her quiet whisper, facing him from the other side of the elevator. Natalie glanced around, noting the sleek elegance of even the elevator, and had to mentally shake her head at Tony Stark. Ah, well.
"You know," she mused after a minute, listening absently to the silent hum as they ascended the many floors to his office, "we're not likely to encounter anyone else on the way up there, so...?" She left it hanging, but a coy eyebrow arched in blatant invitation, and the redhead made it even more so with her crooked finger, beckoning.
It's true, they won't encounter anyone on this elevator ride since everyone is downstairs and no one will be sneaking upstairs to work on a night like this so Bucky closes the distance between them to accept Natalie's invitation, lightly looping his arms around her waist.
"What did you have in mind, exactly? We do have uh, 58 floors left and we can slow it down if we press some buttons."
She lifted her arms to put around his neck when he embraced her, swaying into the curve of his long body with a grin. "You could kiss me some more," was the suggestion, followed by, "I don't think the security cameras would appreciate too much more of a show."
Although if he really wanted to have sex in this elevator, Natalie wouldn't say no. The thrill of it was exciting, and if she had to do this, then she was going to enjoy it. ...not that it would be difficult, given the man currently in her arms.
"No, I don't want to end up on security doing more than kissing," Bucky says, laughing softly. "I don't want to give them that much of a show. They might end up dying of embarrassment as soon as I die of embarrassment."
Kissing, though, sounds like a wonderful idea and Bucky moves his right hand up to cup Natalie's cheek.
"You're pretty good at it," she observed, lashes half-closing as she leaned her cheek into his hand, rubbing against his palm. "I like it." Rather than wait for any more floors to pass, though, Natalie inched up on her toes and teased Bucky's lips with hers, soft little pecks to entice, caress.
Her fingernails grazed across the back of his neck, then she ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms and back again, familiarizing herself with the lines of his body while her mouth played with his. He tasted wonderful, lips warm and soft, a little hesitant still but growing bolder with each and every kiss.
"...touch me, James," she offered, still kissing at his lips. "Touch me while we kiss."
Bucky takes Natalie's invitation and spans his hands at her small waist, leaving them there for the moment. He's aware of the security cameras in the elevator and he doesn't want to be caught doing anything that might embarrass her later.
Kissing, though, is not something he's worried about and he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head a bit to get better access to her mouth and thinks that kissing in his office in a few moments will be even better than this.
He didn't have to worry about her getting embarrassed; it'd take a lot more than some soft necking in an elevator to do that. But baby steps, she understood. So Natalie wound her arms back around Bucky's neck and pressed tightly against him, meeting his mouth with parted lips and giving a small, low moan when her tongue slipped against his.
She licked at him, making sure to rub every inch of her body against his, full breasts gently crushed to his wide chest. If he wasn't breathing hard and tugging at his clothes by the time the doors opened, then she wasn't doing her job correctly. And she'd always been a perfectionist.
They have a while left in the elevator and the kiss is getting hotter, a little more desperate. Bucky hasn't kissed like this in longer than he can remember and honestly? It feels good. It feels good to be wanted and to be able to just share himself with someone. He shrugs off his jacket and works on his cufflinks, tugging hard so he can get the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to his elbows.
"Shit. I dropped my cufflink," Bucky says, looking down as the elevator opens. "Let me get it and you hold the door for me?"
Natalie had to laugh, because those cufflinks truly were giving the poor man absolute hell. But she did as requested, pressing and holding the DOOR OPEN button until he retrieved the small gold ornament. "Put them in your shirt pocket," she suggested. "That way they won't go everywhere."
Then she took his hand and stepped out onto the 60th floor, long dress swirling around her ankles. "Which way to your office?" Although she had an inkling; probably the one on the corner, the largest on this particular floor.
"It's the corner one," Bucky says, pulling her down the hall toward it. He has a beautiful view of the city from his office windows but that isn't the view he's concerned with right now.
"Coming up here was a brilliant idea. No one will think about working while they're down there having a good time and it means I can have a good time."
There's a couch in his office and while it isn't the most comfortable, it'll be better than standing up. Bucky guides Natalie over to it and sits down before sliding his right hand up to cup her cheek. "Can we kiss some more?"
Of course, the corner office. Natasha had a few brief seconds to admire the view of the city beyond the windows, but then all of her attention turned back to her client, and she sank down on the leather couch beside him, immediately curling into his arms to answer his question without words. Her mouth met his, the redhead giving a soft, sweet moan against Bucky's parted lips.
Her skirt had flared with her twirl, baring her slim calves, and Natasha didn't hesitate to slide one right over Bucky's thigh, slipping astride even as their kisses deepened, became heated and a little messy. Conscious about his wanting to keep their clothes on, she nevertheless slid her fingernails down the front of his expensive shirt, sinfully rubbing against him after then plunging her hands into his dark hair.
"...want your hands on me, James," she breathed at his mouth, heated and wet. "Touch me, baby...with both hands this time..."
Bucky closes his eyes when her hands go to his hair and when she asks him to touch her with both hands, he pauses for just a moment before setting his hands at her waist. The kissing is intense, more intense than Bucky has had in a long time and since they're alone, he feels all right with sliding his right hand up to cup Natalie's breast. He leaves his left where it is.
"God, you can kiss," Bucky murmurs. "Better than anyone I've ever been with. Are you gonna be with me when we get home? Do you wanna get in my bed?"
It feels real and Bucky is perfectly fine with pretending that it is for now.
His hand on her breast put an arch in her back, and Natalie moaned softly, her tongue last to leave Bucky's mouth when she lifted her head, emerald eyes dark, smoldering. "Do you think we're gonna make it that far?" was her return quip before she licked at his chin, sliding her mouth down the side of his neck. Having sex with this man wasn't ever going to be a chore.
"You could have me right now, if you really wanted." She breathed the permission at his ear, squirming in his lap, astride his thigh. "Or in the car, after we leave." Security thwarted any serious fooling about here, but her intent was to have him so worked up and bothered by the time they did leave that there'd be no chance of any post-trauma rearing its head before they arrived back at Barnes' townhouse.
"'s up to you, malyshka..." Natalie nipped Bucky's ear, then ran the flat of her tongue beneath it. "...tell me what you want.."
"No, not here. We should wait until we get home." Bucky knows his voice is thick and low because he wants to have sex right here on the couch but that's not going to be good for his career or polite for Natalie. "I've got a thing for beds."
Maybe that's boring but it's who he is so it's going to happen in a bed for sure. He runs his hand down her back.
"Da," she breathed against his pebbled skin, wickedly thrilled to have him already so riled. Easy money, this. Her spine curved to his hand when he ran it down her back, and Natalie lifted her head to kiss him again, hands holding his face for her lips.
"It can happen where you want it to happen, baby." Rote, and a typical hooker's line, but it was, nevertheless, the truth. She grinned afterwards, sliding out of his lap and pulling him up with her only to wiggle back into his mismatched arms.
"We can go whenever you want to," was her promise, given against his throat as she nipped at his skin. "But shouldn't you at least say hi to your boss, first?"
"And be here for another hour? I don't think so," Bucky says, shaking his head. Tony is a great guy but he tends to attract a crowd, even more than Bucky does, and he has no desire to be thrust into the middle of a bunch of people while Tony talks him up. He can talk to Tony some other time.
"We went to school together, it's not like I can't call him up to play in the garage on Saturday when I feel like it," Bucky explains. "He'll probably be sad I won't be doing that this weekend since I'm otherwise occupied."
Bucky drops another kiss on her lips. "I think we should go back home now."
Hm, that was one detail she hadn't known, that he and Tony Stark had attended the same school. Her face didn't mask her surprise, and Natalie smiled indulgently. "Well, it's up to you, but whatever you want, malyshka."
She stepped back a pace to straighten her dress, then his shirt, laughing when she tried to refasten his sleeves. "I think your cufflinks have mutinied, baby. But don't even bother, rolled-up sleeves is such a hot look for you." Even with that fascinating metal arm.
"No one is going to see anyway," Bucky says. Normally he would put his jacket back on in order to hide his arm but there's no point when they're not going to go back to the party and they're going to get the car and head home. He kisses Natalie's forehead and wraps his arm around her possessively before leading her back to the elevator they'd come up on.
"It's going to be a long ride for me, though," Bucky says softly. "Because I'm going to be thinking about you the whole way back. It'll take forever."
Not too surprising, that this brilliant executive recluse had his own private elevator to and from the garage, right across from the doors they'd exited from the main floor. Natasha just filed all of it away, taking precise mental notes of all pertinent details, along with a few that weren't so necessary.
Such as how deliciously gorgeous her client was, jacket slung over his left shoulder while they waited for the elevator. That rebellious lock of dark hair that continued to spill over his forehead and into his right eye. The man himself was walking pornography; tall, thick, muscled - why the hell was he paying for a woman to show him affection?!
Tapping fingers against her clutch, Natalie smiled softly, resolutely pulling her mind back to her job, and said, "Mmm, it won't be so bad. It wasn't a long ride over here, so it shouldn't be so long back, right?"
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"But we don't have to go that far if you don't want to, James." And really, he shouldn't have his first time in so very long as a quickie in a locked office at a party. But she had to play the part, and doing so required being a little crass, sometimes.
"Making out a little would definitely be fun," she agreed. Then gestured out over the crowd. "And you can't tell me that we'd be the only ones in here to do it, either. Honestly."
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He tosses back the rest of his champagne and puts the flute on a table before wrapping his arms around Natalie's waist. "I'll steal us some more champagne and we can go up there. We can get some privacy and a good view."
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Natalie drained her glass and set the flute aside just as Bucky's arms came around her waist, and she twirled with him, the skirt of her gown flaring lightly. "Sounds like a plan, handsome. Let me just go visit the little girl's room, and I'll meet you by the elevator, da?"
A quick kiss sealed her promise, then she slipped out of his grasp and sashayed towards the corner of the room, making sure to give her hips enough sway that he wouldn't be able to help himself watch her leave.
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"It's going to be a very, very long elevator ride," Bucky says, shaking his head and smiling a bit. "You look beautiful tonight. I think I said that already but it bears repeating."
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"Good," Natalie smiled, absently sliding her fingers up and down a lapel on Bucky's jacket. "Gives us more time to fool around before we get to your office." A soft, rosy blush flooded her cheeks to his compliment, and she lowered her lashes, demure. "Thank you. I really wanted to look good for you, James. You deserve it."
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His office is on the 60th floor and this elevator is deserted so once he's hit the button, he leans back against the back of the elevator and takes a long look at Natalie for himself.
"Well, you definitely achieved that. You look amazing, regardless or whether or not it's for me."
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"You know," she mused after a minute, listening absently to the silent hum as they ascended the many floors to his office, "we're not likely to encounter anyone else on the way up there, so...?" She left it hanging, but a coy eyebrow arched in blatant invitation, and the redhead made it even more so with her crooked finger, beckoning.
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"What did you have in mind, exactly? We do have uh, 58 floors left and we can slow it down if we press some buttons."
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Although if he really wanted to have sex in this elevator, Natalie wouldn't say no. The thrill of it was exciting, and if she had to do this, then she was going to enjoy it. ...not that it would be difficult, given the man currently in her arms.
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Kissing, though, sounds like a wonderful idea and Bucky moves his right hand up to cup Natalie's cheek.
"Kissing, though, is something I really want."
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Her fingernails grazed across the back of his neck, then she ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms and back again, familiarizing herself with the lines of his body while her mouth played with his. He tasted wonderful, lips warm and soft, a little hesitant still but growing bolder with each and every kiss.
"...touch me, James," she offered, still kissing at his lips. "Touch me while we kiss."
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Kissing, though, is not something he's worried about and he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head a bit to get better access to her mouth and thinks that kissing in his office in a few moments will be even better than this.
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She licked at him, making sure to rub every inch of her body against his, full breasts gently crushed to his wide chest. If he wasn't breathing hard and tugging at his clothes by the time the doors opened, then she wasn't doing her job correctly. And she'd always been a perfectionist.
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"Shit. I dropped my cufflink," Bucky says, looking down as the elevator opens. "Let me get it and you hold the door for me?"
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Then she took his hand and stepped out onto the 60th floor, long dress swirling around her ankles. "Which way to your office?" Although she had an inkling; probably the one on the corner, the largest on this particular floor.
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"Coming up here was a brilliant idea. No one will think about working while they're down there having a good time and it means I can have a good time."
There's a couch in his office and while it isn't the most comfortable, it'll be better than standing up. Bucky guides Natalie over to it and sits down before sliding his right hand up to cup her cheek. "Can we kiss some more?"
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Her skirt had flared with her twirl, baring her slim calves, and Natasha didn't hesitate to slide one right over Bucky's thigh, slipping astride even as their kisses deepened, became heated and a little messy. Conscious about his wanting to keep their clothes on, she nevertheless slid her fingernails down the front of his expensive shirt, sinfully rubbing against him after then plunging her hands into his dark hair.
"...want your hands on me, James," she breathed at his mouth, heated and wet. "Touch me, baby...with both hands this time..."
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"God, you can kiss," Bucky murmurs. "Better than anyone I've ever been with. Are you gonna be with me when we get home? Do you wanna get in my bed?"
It feels real and Bucky is perfectly fine with pretending that it is for now.
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"You could have me right now, if you really wanted." She breathed the permission at his ear, squirming in his lap, astride his thigh. "Or in the car, after we leave." Security thwarted any serious fooling about here, but her intent was to have him so worked up and bothered by the time they did leave that there'd be no chance of any post-trauma rearing its head before they arrived back at Barnes' townhouse.
"'s up to you, malyshka..." Natalie nipped Bucky's ear, then ran the flat of her tongue beneath it. "...tell me what you want.."
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Maybe that's boring but it's who he is so it's going to happen in a bed for sure. He runs his hand down her back.
"But we should go soon, shouldn't we?"
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"It can happen where you want it to happen, baby." Rote, and a typical hooker's line, but it was, nevertheless, the truth. She grinned afterwards, sliding out of his lap and pulling him up with her only to wiggle back into his mismatched arms.
"We can go whenever you want to," was her promise, given against his throat as she nipped at his skin. "But shouldn't you at least say hi to your boss, first?"
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"We went to school together, it's not like I can't call him up to play in the garage on Saturday when I feel like it," Bucky explains. "He'll probably be sad I won't be doing that this weekend since I'm otherwise occupied."
Bucky drops another kiss on her lips. "I think we should go back home now."
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She stepped back a pace to straighten her dress, then his shirt, laughing when she tried to refasten his sleeves. "I think your cufflinks have mutinied, baby. But don't even bother, rolled-up sleeves is such a hot look for you." Even with that fascinating metal arm.
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"It's going to be a long ride for me, though," Bucky says softly. "Because I'm going to be thinking about you the whole way back. It'll take forever."
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Such as how deliciously gorgeous her client was, jacket slung over his left shoulder while they waited for the elevator. That rebellious lock of dark hair that continued to spill over his forehead and into his right eye. The man himself was walking pornography; tall, thick, muscled - why the hell was he paying for a woman to show him affection?!
Tapping fingers against her clutch, Natalie smiled softly, resolutely pulling her mind back to her job, and said, "Mmm, it won't be so bad. It wasn't a long ride over here, so it shouldn't be so long back, right?"
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