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?"
"Yeah but on the way over here I wasn't this turned on," Bucky says. His voice is low and a little rough and he's pretty sure he didn't intend to be this desperate but he is. There's nothing he can do about that, though, and Natalie probably intended for him to be exactly like this. He's got to stop thinking about it like a date.
Except it did feel like a date, a lot like a date, only he knew that he'd do a good job going in. There hadn't been the fear of not being liked, not as much as it'd been the other few times he's tried to date.
"So it's going to take twice as long to get back."
She couldn't help but chuckle, sliding over to put her arms around him as they descended to the parking garage. "So kiss me on the way down, and it'll go by a lot faster." More than a suggestion, since she tugged him down before he could respond.
When the elevator doors finally slid open, it was to groping hands and questing mouths, the lithe redhead in Bucky's arms impatiently tugging at his fine linen shirt and she'd shoved him back against the carriage wall in her haste. But Natalie did let him go, albeit with a sinful little giggle, and resolutely slid into the leather seat as the chauffer opened the door.
Bucky is more than happy to slide into the car alongside her and when he does, he presses close and doesn't leave space between them the way he'd intended to on the way over. He feels more comfortable now after a little champagne and kissing and he thinks things are going well.
"Hopefully the drive doesn't take as long as I think it will," he teases, smiling at her. The smiles are coming easier now, too, and he is glad for that. It's been a long time since he's felt like this with anyone. He reaches for one of Natalie's hands with his right.
The drive didn't, mainly because she refused to keep her hands off of him until they pulled up in front of the brownstone. Natalie didn't give her client any time whatsoever to ponder his PTSD, tugging him right into the house and resolutely closing and locking the door behind them.
"Upstairs?" It wasn't necessarily a question, since she was already out of her shoes and was peeling him - again - out of his jacket, and personally unfastening those damnable cufflinks so that they caused no more problems tonight.
Hurriedly slipping his shirt buttons out of their holes, Natalie smirked up at her gorgeous new lover. "You can carry me upstairs, James, if you want." A wicked little gleam lit her eye. "I think it'd be hot as hell, being carried off to bed by a hunk like you."
It's not something he would have done on his own, carry her up, but now that Natalie has suggested it, Bucky thinks he can't do anything but carry her upstairs. He shrugs out of his shirt and leaves it on the floor before unzipping Natalie's dress to leave it there in the entryway. He's a little shocked she has literally nothing under it but a wisp of lace but he guesses he should have expected that.
"Arms around my neck, then," he says, sliding his arm around her to lift her into his arms. She's light and he has the overwhelming need to protect her even though this isn't a real relationship or anything. He's just drawn to her - more than he should be for someone he's just met.
He takes the stairs quickly, almost two at a time, and once they're in his room he sets her down gently on the bed. "I don't think I've ever carried a woman to bed before. I kinda liked 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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Except it did feel like a date, a lot like a date, only he knew that he'd do a good job going in. There hadn't been the fear of not being liked, not as much as it'd been the other few times he's tried to date.
"So it's going to take twice as long to get back."
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When the elevator doors finally slid open, it was to groping hands and questing mouths, the lithe redhead in Bucky's arms impatiently tugging at his fine linen shirt and she'd shoved him back against the carriage wall in her haste. But Natalie did let him go, albeit with a sinful little giggle, and resolutely slid into the leather seat as the chauffer opened the door.
"Get in," she urged. "Let's get outta here, da?"
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"Hopefully the drive doesn't take as long as I think it will," he teases, smiling at her. The smiles are coming easier now, too, and he is glad for that. It's been a long time since he's felt like this with anyone. He reaches for one of Natalie's hands with his right.
"You look beautiful."
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"Upstairs?" It wasn't necessarily a question, since she was already out of her shoes and was peeling him - again - out of his jacket, and personally unfastening those damnable cufflinks so that they caused no more problems tonight.
Hurriedly slipping his shirt buttons out of their holes, Natalie smirked up at her gorgeous new lover. "You can carry me upstairs, James, if you want." A wicked little gleam lit her eye. "I think it'd be hot as hell, being carried off to bed by a hunk like you."
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"Arms around my neck, then," he says, sliding his arm around her to lift her into his arms. She's light and he has the overwhelming need to protect her even though this isn't a real relationship or anything. He's just drawn to her - more than he should be for someone he's just met.
He takes the stairs quickly, almost two at a time, and once they're in his room he sets her down gently on the bed. "I don't think I've ever carried a woman to bed before. I kinda liked it."
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