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Damnit, she really had to be more careful. Especially around this beautiful man, who seemed to be able to erode her good sense entirely. But she gave a small shrug, saying easily, "My grandmother was Ukrainian." Then she lowered her head again, parting red lips to take just the head of his cock in her mouth, voicing a soft moan at his taste.

She teased with her tongue, coiling it around the flushed tip, and worked him a little deeper, sucking in slow, languid strokes, whimpering with pleasure each time. She wanted him shuddering, falling apart in her mouth and beneath her, and she pushed his legs a bit further apart, finally lowering her head to take him deep, slurping greedily when she drew upwards again.

Bucky nearly loses himself at the first touch of her tongue against him. She's goddamn good with her mouth, whether it's this or it's just kissing him. He hasn't had this enough to be immune to the feel of it and just like with sex earlier, he's getting hard and fast.

At least with this, the point isn't necessarily to last. Bucky lets out a low groan as Natalie draws her mouth up along the length of him and the pressure of her mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue have him shallowly rocking up against her, trying to chase that feeling as best he can.

"Natalie, baby - you're killing me right now. God, you're good. So good."

It was a heady feeling, bringing him this sort of 'forbidden' pleasure. But she saw little taboo in it; their bodies were theirs to please as they wished, were they not? And she had been well-schooled in so many ways, how to manipulate, seduce, entice; but this was simply hers. He was simply hers. At least for tonight.

She giggled softly, hearing the catch in his drawling voice, watching him start to come unraveled at the very seams. His hips rose and fell off of the mattress, and she followed his rhythm, whimpering softly as he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. His cock had thickened quickly, rigid and hard between her lips, and she flattened her tongue beneath it, drawing her prize free with a languid suck as she lifted her head, fixing her gasping lover with a satisfied little smirk.

"Really? You don't look dead, Bucky Barnes." Clever fingers circled the base of his shaft, plumping slightly. "Quite the opposite, in fact."

Bucky likes being teased, for the most part, but he does not like being teased in the middle of one of the few (and absolutely the best) blow jobs in his life. He lets out a strangled little whine at the loss of her mouth and slides his hand down to grip in her hair, careful just to hold and not pull. He pushes her down gently.

"You're not supposed to stop in the middle, darlin'. That is how you kill a man dead cold."

Teasing, maybe, but he's never been this worked up by a girl before and he knows that this isn't going to be a one time thing. It's going to be more than one night. It might be every night before he gets orders and gets deployed.

This time, she laughed outright, a wicked, sultry sound that slithered around his dimly lit bedroom. Natalia turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand, nipping at his fingers slightly. "But patience is a virtue," she sing-songed, lips plump, flush, and parted. She ran nails up the insides of both thighs, feeling the light prickle of fine hairs against her fingertips.

"Although," she sighed a little theatrically, "I guess I can take pity on you, you poor suffering boy." She pursed her lips in a contrived pout, then once more lowered her head and sucked him deep, moaning when she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and Natalia tightened her lips around the stiff length like a vise, hollowing her cheeks to grip him as tight as she possibly could.

So, no dame has ever done that before and Bucky is almost afraid to ask where she learned it. There's not a lot of room for that thought, though, because it doesn't take much of his cock hitting the back of her throat for him to feel the tightness in his balls and the heat pooling in his low back that tells him he's coming and he's coming now.

"You...you need to pull off, doll. I'm...I'm too close, you gotta pull off before I..."

The words are a little too late, though, because he is coming in spite of himself and the only thing he feels is white hot pleasure and there's not a damn thought in his head.

Her fingernails dug into his hips when he erupted in her mouth, and she held him through it, even though it wasn't her favorite thing to do, but this beautiful boy deserved it, and so much more. She wanted him to feel the same way she had, and hopefully take him even higher, because he was worth it. The women that "hadn't worked" were congenital idiots, in her private opinion.

When he finally fell back, replete and moaning, Natalia lifted her head, used a corner of the bedspread to clean her mouth, and undulated her way back across the bed to snuggle beside her spent lover, resting her head on his shoulder and gently kissing his cheek. She took unparalleled satisfaction in the look on James's face, smirking quietly to herself. Slipping a small hand into his disheveled hair, she kissed him again, asking, "You okay, baby?"

"Nope," Bucky says easily enough, snaking his arm around her so he can hold her close. He's always been a sap for cuddling afterward and he knows that's why he can't ever be a true cad like some guys. He cares too much about a girl when he's been with her like this and it's worse than most with Natalie.

"Paralyzed. Completely unfit for service, absolutely a 4F and I'm not going anywhere. Gonna have to collect scrap metal and buy war bonds for the war effort and stay right here in Brooklyn. I told you that you were gonna owe the Army a sergeant."

She laughed to his levity, letting him haul her around like a sack of potatoes. He felt so good in her arms, completely right and fitted as if he belonged nowhere else. It was a strange, dangerous phenomenon, but an addicting one, she belatedly realized. Natalia let herself half-sprawl over him, resting her head against his as they cuddled.

"You look unfit for service," she teased with a small grin. Hair mussed, skin flushed, mouth kiss-bruised; James Barnes was indeed a mess. "And I'll take all of the credit for that," she added, wiggling closer and kissing him again.

Coming up for air an eternity or so later, Natalia nuzzled James's nose with hers, smoothing her hands over his chest and ribs. "Think your friend's made it back yet?" God, she hoped not.

"Hope so, otherwise he's probably managed to get drafted. Steve's been actively trying unlike the rest of us. Kid's never been able to back down from a fight."

Bucky doesn't want him to go, honestly. He thinks he'll get killed out there and he doesn't want to face the possibility of either of them coming back without the other. It's been him and Steve against the world for a long, long time.

"He knows not to snoop. My door's locked anyway," Bucky adds. "You afraid of being seen all mussed up and well-fucked, doll?"

Natalia snorted lightly and thumped James's chest. "What, you don't think he might have gotten as lucky as you did?" Then she dug an elbow into his ribs, a teasing jab. "And of course I'm not," she sniffed, sitting up haughtily and tossing her curls, though her eyes glinted in playful amusement. "I just don't want him to see you, all out of breath and panting like you've just taken on the entire German army all by yourself, sir."

Admittedly, she was a little curious as to why someone would want to sign up and be refused, but there must be some underlying reason why. An interesting tidbit she'd have to ferret out, perhaps later. Now was the time to grab up a pillow from Bucky's bed and cheekily swipe him right across the face with it, giggling.

"Hey now, I'm a war casualty," Bucky says, half-heartedly batting at the pillow. "No fair. Getting a man when he's down is just plain breaking the rules."

He's grinning, though, because he's got his head completely turned by this girl in just a few hours. She's smart, she's got a little sass and she's so good in bed that he just might never let her out of his.

"I just fought every Nazi," he says, stretching and folding his arms behind his head. "Whole western front is Allied now because of me."

Natalia held the pillow close and rolled her eyes to his dramatic declaration, flopping back down beside him. She gazed up at the ceiling, eyes heavy and more than a little tired. But there was no hurry to get up and dress, was there? Stark would be fine until the morning, and she really didn't fancy having to travel all the way across town at this hour of the night.

She was getting a little cold, however, and pulled out the end of the bedspread to wrap up in, tucking it up under her chin. "I thought it was every advantage in war," she mused after a minute or so. "Win in whatever way you can, as long as you defeat the enemy and make it back home to celebrate."

Or so she'd observed since coming to the United States.

"Then I'm waving the white flag," Bucky says, chuckling a little. He's completely wiped out and he thinks he could probably sleep three days through if someone let him. He strokes Natalie's hair lightly, gentle and affectionate, and keeps his words soft. It just feels right to be this way right now.

"You're different than the other women I've been with," he says. It's showing his hand too soon but he's always been terrible at cards. "You aren't shy about what you want and you're not...you're just bold. I like it."

"Giving up?" Natalia clucked her tongue in rebuke. "Tsk, tsk, such a shame, Sergeant. I thought you had much more fight in you than to be overtaken by little old me." But then he began to stroke her hair, and she softened considerably, letting her lashes drift over gentle eyes, and she sidled over to curl up in his arms again.

She didn't immediately respond when he spoke next, not really knowing what to say. Other than, "...I've never minded being different. We all are, back where - back in my old town." She forced a small laugh. "Not too much to do, so we had to...use our imagination. I guess that made us a little more outspoken than most would consider...polite." A small shrug.

"But life's too short, isn't it?" That was something she knew all too well. "Why not take the chance, when it could be gone forever, tomorrow?"

"C'est la vie," Bucky tries, mangling the pronunciation with his accent. Girls like French, though, so he tries to keep up the bit he learned in high school so he can drop it in moments like this. Maybe Natalie likes it.

"If it wasn't for the war, you'd probably be my best gal. It's...I'm being a sap, I'm fully aware, but you're different. I've never met anyone like you."

It's not just the sex, either, though that's a big part of it right now.

His accent really was atrocious, coming as it did from the inner city mouth. But she just shrugged, smiled, and kissed his cheek, sliding an arm across his chest to hold him close. She chuckled and gave him a squeeze to his "sappiness", finding it disarmingly endearing.

"You're sweet," she told him, fondly. "And cute. And I can't believe you're still unattached, Bucky Barnes." She really couldn't. Women should have been following him around in herds. She almost bit her tongue on her next words, but knew that she had to keep up the pretense for as long as she could.

"I don't think I'd mind. Being your 'best girl', I mean." She ducked her chin shyly. "But we don't have a lot of time, do we."

"Not a lot of time, no. Wish I did," Bucky says. There's no point in getting misty eyed and wistful over it, though, because just about every guy his age is getting shipped off somewhere sometime soon if they're not already in Europe.

"As far as being unattached, well. Maybe I just never found the right girl." That warrants a kiss, soft and slow as he knows how. He's fallen hard as a rock and it's stupid - seems like something Steve would do, not him.

"Can't ask you to wait, either."

It was a little sad; she knew the chances of him returning home from the war, and they were very, very slim. She met his lips willingly, offering her mouth for his sweet, soft kisses, and sighed softly between them. Although she had no plans to ever see him again, after tonight, Natalia found herself wishing that she could, perhaps just once more. Just to prove to herself that this was real, that she wasn't imagining it, that men like this did, in fact, really exist.

But it was a rare gem indeed, men like James Bucky Barnes. Had she been any other woman, any other woman at all, she'd never want to let him go.

"...I appreciate that," she whispered honestly when they parted for a quick breath of air. "But who knows, maybe you'll be home sooner than you think. Can always hope for that, right?" Even if it was a foolish thing to hope for. But wasn't hope foolish in and of itself?

"Maybe Hitler will give up," Bucky agrees. "Bout damn time he did, really, but you can't account for madmen. When a man is so convinced he's right about something that he's willing to kill to prove it - that's not a man that'll surrender. That's a man who wants to be martyred."

Bucky reaches for her, hauls her up against him so one of her slim thighs is tucked between his own. "But maybe if I don't die and you're not married by the time the war ends...I could look you up. I haven't gotten orders yet, either, so we might even have a couple weeks."

Natalia squeaked when James suddenly hauled her up, putting them once more nose to nose with their arms tight around each other. His idea did sound idyllic, so very tempting, but... "I think I'd like that," she told him, although she knew she'd be long gone by the time, he returned, if he did.

But the thought of seeing him again, after tonight, was indeed a tempting thought. But she mentally shook her head; best she not pursue that line of thought. "Maybe. But won't they be keeping you busy, ready to report in at a moment's notice?" She stroked his cheek, kissing his soft, soft lips.

"At least we have tonight, right? It's still early, baby, and I don't think I've had enough of you just yet."

"I'm drawing pay right now and twiddling my thumbs, mostly," Bucky admits. "They make sure I can pass PT and put together a gun, sure, but there's not a lot to do until my unit gets called up. I can't really get a job, either, considering I'd just have to quit it at a moment's notice."

He trails his fingers down along her spine, just enjoying the warmth of her laying against him and talking to her for now. He's worn the fuck out, honestly, but he thinks he might have one more in him later.

"I don't usually blow...uh, I don't usually go this many times in one night. I mean, I guess I could - never came up before."

"You can put together a gun?" Natalia blinked in contrived ingeniousness. But in the back of her mind, something tickled. Something about Howard having a meeting with an Army commander scheduled to head out to the German front later on this month. She couldn't remember the unit's number; she'd jotted it down in his notes where she kept everything else. Well, no use dwelling on it now. Howard had a number of contracts with the Army, supplying weapons, technology, and other tidbits, which was one of the main reasons she was even in America.

But work could wait, at least until dawn.

She cuddled against him, warm and soft, stifling a small laugh to his stammered confession. "Never had a dame stick around this long?" she teased, giving his ribs a little tickle. "I'm not sure what to make of that, James." Her lips pursed in mock thought. "Mmm, I'm starting to doubt the vitality of the US Army, if little old me has worn out their finest new recruit."

"It's not that crazy," Bucky mutters, embarrassed a little at this point. Women get to have theirs as many times as they want and he loves giving it to them but he's not used to coming this many times in a night or having this much sex that's this good.

"I've never had anyone else lodge a complaint, anyway. Maybe I'm just tired or something."

He'd gone off too fast both times and now he can't get it back up so he can see where she's probably not as satisfied as she ought to be. In a little while, if she's still up, he'll try and bring her off again so she doesn't feel like she's been cheated.

Natalia blinked at the sudden shift in James's voice. Apparently she'd struck a nerve with her teasing, and she immediately felt a bit contrite. She'd forgotten just how sensitive men could be about their "performance" - the only other one with whom she'd rutted hadn't given a damn about her, she'd just been the means to an end. She bit her lip, more than a little abashed that she'd made him self-conscious.

"Hey," she said, voice soft, "I didn't mean it like that. I...I was only teasing you. I'm sorry." She drew back a little, tucking her hand under her chin and lowering her eyes. Had it been any other man, she'd have withdrawn completely, gotten up, gotten dressed, and breezed right out of the front door, giving no other care about him. But something about this one...

She offered a small smile, saying in a low, small voice, "We can just get some sleep, if you want, James. Or...or I can go. I won't...I won't mind if you don't want me to stay."

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