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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."

"I know you didn't mean it," Bucky says softly. He threads a hand in her hair, stroking it a bit, and meets her eyes. "It's just...maybe I seem like I've been with a lot of women but it really hasn't been all that many. I kinda thought we might do this for a little while."

By this, he means hold one another and talk but maybe that doesn't do it for her. "I know I owe you one and I'm going to get to it but...it's not right to just use a girl and not show her some affection in it. My Ma taught me better than that."

He's not sure where all this is coming from other than the fact that he really likes Natalie and he didn't want to disappoint her. "I'd like it if you stayed."

The hand in her hair made her want to burrow down beneath the blankets with him and purr like a contented kitten. She turned her head to nuzzle his wrist, long-lashed eyes drifting closed as she made a soft noise of approval. She was just so starved for affection; her entire life had been one of hardship, lessons, and pain. Affection, acceptance, or approval hadn't been part of her upbringing.

"We can," she whispered back, letting him pull her closer. "...and I want to stay, James." God, she really did. Her arms slid around his waist again, and she insinuated her body close to his once again, rolling them both up in the bedspread. "...but can I kiss you, though?" It was almost shy, how she asked. "I really like kissing you, James..." Green eyes drifted from his to rest on his mouth. "Your lips are just...so soft..."

Kissing, he can do. He wants to kiss her and never stop, long stretches of kissing where it feels like they're the only two people in the world. He tips her chin up a little and starts the kiss gently, keeping his mouth soft and open against hers. This wasn't a rough kiss or a desperate kiss - this was kissing like they had infinity to do it.

Sex is great, especially with her, but this is something he needed more than he thought he was. He's preoccupied with deploying, scared he's going to get wounded or end up dead, and this is something that gets his mind off it in ways nothing else has.

He wants...well, what he wants he can't have. There's no time for it.

Natalia reclined against James's arm, parting her lips for his stroking tongue with eager abandon, melting into his kisses. She moaned into his mouth, molding her body to his, relishing his sweet strength. Her hands slipped into his hair, stroking and petting softly. He was so sweet, so honest and pure, sharing this with such a man felt...so wrong, but yet somehow so very right.

A lean bare leg draped languid over Bucky's hip, and she pulled her mouth from his to place soft little kisses over his face, guiding him towards her throat and shivering at his sweet warmth. Her hands drifted over his skin, learning all the lines, ridges, and imperfections on offer. And it hurt, just a little, to know that after tonight, once daylight broke over the horizon, she'd probably never ever see him again.

Bucky follows her lead, lips going down her throat and scraping the edge of his teeth just against the hollow of it. He flips her under him in one smooth motion, still kissing, and he thinks he could do this the rest of the night without a single thing in his way.

He shifts down a little, kisses dropping over her chest and along the curve of one breast before he bites a little harder, sucking a mark there to leave behind for the morning. He hopes he'll think of her when she sees it.

"I know it's crass," he says between kisses, "But I've never seen a girl with a rack like yours. I gotta get my mouth on it."

When he shifted her this time, she was ready for it, falling to her back with a stilted little giggle. Natalia cradled him between her thighs, arms draped over his shoulders, and she sighed in soft contentment at the rain of perfect little kisses he scattered over her sensitive flesh. She ran a hand back through his hair, holding the back of his head as he moved over her almost reverently, feeling her body rise to meet his mouth with uncharacteristic eagerness.

Her back arched, however, at the sharp rush of pleasure that spiked through her when he nipped a little harder, a lance of desire bolting straight into her loins. Her hips bucked, needy, and she whimpered even as she smiled and licked her lips, still selfishly wanting his mouth back on hers. But her body was just as greedy, and it moved enticingly under his, wanting him to touch her everywhere.

"...please..." It came out a breathy little whine, and she felt herself getting wet all over again, more than willing to welcome him back where he absolutely belonged. "...please, James..."

Bucky keeps kissing her, moving his mouth up so he can tease her nipple with the tip of his tongue and bring it to a hard point. He cups her breast in his left hand as he keeps kissing and teasing, eventually fixing his lips to her nipple and suck, teasing her more, then pulling away to blow lightly.

"Please what? More of that? Because I haven't done anything to the right," Bucky points out. "And I've got time on my hands according to you so I might a well be thorough."

He draws the tips of his fingers against her nipple, checking her response to it. "Yeah, I think I want to keep doing this for a while."

No one had ever...taken their time with her. Patience wasn't necessarily one of her virtues, at least in this arena. Granted, most of her sexual experience, considerable though it might seem, had come about mainly because she'd been trying to achieve another goal entirely, and seduction had been just a means to an end.

But this...oh, this was so different.

Natalia squirmed, feeling her breasts flush with heat, it spreading up her chest to settle in her throat, and she licked dry lips once more, wanting to writhe under such a tender, languid onslaught. Tilting her head to gaze down at him, she whined a little poutily, the sight of him fondling her breasts so sinfully erotic it simply wasn't even fair.

"More, baby," she breathed on a long sigh. "Mmmm, more." Her nipples ached, eager to be soothed by his lips and tongue, and Natalia dug her head back against the bedspread, arching her back and offering him more. Offering him everything. "MmmJames, you feel so good..."

Bucky is happy to take his time with it, unfortunately, even if he is going to give her more. He tweaks her nipple again before kissing the curve of her breast and moving to give the right the same attention he'd lavished on the left.

"When I see you like this," Bucky murmurs between kisses, "I want to draw you so I've got something to remember you by, doll. I want you just like this so I can look at you during the war and remember what I'm coming home to."

He's talking out of his head and he knows it but he thinks it can be forgiven when he's this turned on. He spirals the tip of his tongue around her nipple and looks up, a grin on his face.

"Should I keep going?"

His babbling was endearing, even adorably cute. She dimly realized that she could so very easily fall in love with this man; he was just a handsome boy, taking care of a cute girl, and that's all that they really were together. It would be so very easy to let him have her heart; she knew he'd never ever break it. But those sorts of stories weren't for her.

She had other goals, other priorities. Other missions.

But the idea of him drawing her, and drawing her like this - panting, disheveled, eager for him - had her squirming even more, a slow fire coming to life beneath her skin to blaze hot in her stomach, where the churning ache had begun the moment she'd stepped into his apartment.

And to think, he wanted her to be his 'best girl'. God.

Natalia met his eyes when he glinted up at her, that smirk on his sweet lips and baby-blue eyes gleaming at her. She thought she'd never seen a man more gorgeous than this one in her entire life. "...you better," she threatened, giving his hair a playful tug. "I'll pout if you don't."

But she eased a thigh between his legs, intent on returning a little bit of the favor; she wanted him burning down around her, too.

"Might, might not. Depends on how I'm feeling," Bucky says, sucking another dark mark against her breast. He's leaving her all marked up and part of him is turned on by it, possessive, and wants her to be thinking about it tomorrow and the next day. He wants her to think about how it felt to be tangled up with him when he's gone to the front and maybe she'll be waiting for him when he gets back and they can pick back up.

When Natalie slips her thigh between his legs, he's starting to get turned on again in spite of the fact that he didn't think he'd be able to. He laughs softly against her skin and looks back up, eyes sparkling as blue meets green. She likes to tease and play but he does too.

"You want me in you again? I don't think I'm quite there yet."

She had no objection to a few marks here and there; she'd have left her own all over his back earlier had her hands been free to do so. As long as none were visible to certain nosy parties, all was well. And if she were honest with herself - and how often was she, really - it spiked her desire higher to wear those possessive little reminders, small aches and pains that when they twinged, they would remind her of their inception, of the beautiful man who put them there.

To make her his.

Hearing his dismissive answer, Natalia pushed her lower lip forward and pouted as she'd said, shifting her hips beneath his. "...Buuuckyyy," she whined, prevaricating a small sniffle. She lifted her thigh a little higher, rubbing his stirring cock against the smooth skin on the inside. She was already wet and so ready, eager and needing him to fill her completely again.

"I want you, baby," she breathed, cradling his face in a hand. "I need to feel you inside me again.."

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