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Natasha remained on the couch as asked, casually finger-combing her still-damp curls until Bucky was done in the kitchen. She took the offered hand without qualm, heading down the small hallway to the bedroom once more.

"There are blankets and extra pillows in the closet," she informed him, shrugging out of her bathrobe and slipping into a thin chemise and soft short-shorts. Perfect for snuggling and sleeping. "I...well, I haven't really been in heat for a good while," decades, really, "but that stuff would suffice. And maybe some snacks, bottled water, that sort of thing."

"I'll get you set up," Bucky says. This is what he needs to do right now and he's gonna do it even if it's more to make him feel better than to help Natasha since she's not in heat right now. He finds himself wishing she was, though. She smells sweet enough but he wants the overpowering scent of her in his nose, the cloying way it lingers when an omega is in heat. God. It would be amazing.

"I bet you smell so good in heat," Bucky says and then he immediately wants to take it back. Jesus. He should not have said that. Maybe he can just chalk it up to Alpha hormones.

"I'd bury my fucking face in you." Yup. Hormones. He busies himself with getting snacks and setting up the blankets and pillows for them and then gets Natasha. "Come on, I've got it set up."

Later, she'd let herself be concerned over Barnes' unthought babble. For now, thank God, she could chalk it up to his hormones, raging beneath his skin. Never mind that the thought of James Barnes' head between her legs while she burned with heat made her pause for a minute second, while her eyes slowly crossed at the blatant thrill of that mental image.

"...um..." was all she managed, but then he called her over to the bed, where he'd set up a nice little spot for them to cuddle, and gingerly crawled into bed, taking care not to muss his hard work. "Did you find us something to watch?" Change the subject; go for the grapes and cubed cheese. "I have Netflix, Disney, Tubi, Hulu, all the goodies."

"Yeah, I thought we could just watch Notting Hill. I haven't seen it but it's apparently good. It's a romantic movie, I always liked those." Girls always liked them and Bucky spent most of his time in the '30s and '40s in theaters with girls so it's what he knows.

"Is that okay or do you want something else? Because I can pick something else if you think it would be weird."

Bucky doesn't think it will be but he doesn't know how Natasha feels about it.

"It's okay. I like Hugh Grant. And Julia Roberts." Natasha honestly doubted things could get any weirder than they'd already been, so a romcom wasn't that far out in the field. She settled on her side with her snacks, offering the bowl between them to share, and it wasn't entirely by accident that she listed over to lightly rest against his left side, completely unconcerned about the cool metal.

"I'll have to invest in some popcorn," she remarked a few minutes later. "There's nothing like a good flick and some caramel corn. Especially if we're gonna make it a thing." Then she reached over and placed a small hand on Bucky's thigh. "But these snacks are really good, too. We can go grocery shopping tomorrow." She snorted a small laugh. "...if we ever make it out of bed."

Because she had no doubt he'd want sex later, and Alphas in rut could go like diesel engines when roused.

Bucky had been all right and evened out while having dinner and building the nest but one touch of Natasha's small hand against his thigh reminds him that he's in full rut and he wants her body to sate himself. Jesus. He can't be doing this over and over, can he? She's not even his mate.

"Be careful with that hand," he says instead and he knows his voice is a little tight. "Might not finish a movie if you push it."

Clearly she's aware of the reasons behind that.

There we go. Natasha laughed softly, trailing her fingertips over that muscled thigh before slowly pulling away, shrugging a slim shoulder. "That's okay, too," she advised him. "We can always start it over if we need to." Which was basically permission given, if he needed to fuck her.

Setting aside the grapes and cheese, Natasha returned to lean over and gently kiss Bucky's cheek. "You can fuck me if you need to, y'know." A quiet reminder. "You don't have to hold back if it gets to be too much." She'd volunteered for it, after all.

"I don't wanna use you," Bucky says, busying himself with eating grapes for a moment before looking at her. Natasha is beautiful. He's always loved redheads and it particularly suits her with her soft, pale skin. Her body is amazing and she smells better than anyone he's ever scented.

"I like you, Natasha. It's not the same as someone you just casually know and have a fling with. There's something about how you smell that I can't put my finger on but it's different than anyone else I've ever smelled. They tried to mate me when I was the soldier and no one smelled right. No one did before the war, either. But you do."

Bucky shrugs. "So I don't want to use you."

An eyebrow went up. Well, that was admirable, but not really relevant, was it. Because if he didn't fuck someone, he'd end up in a feral bloodrage, and she really didn't want to have to bring him down out of such an extreme state. Because extreme states required extreme measures.

"I appreciate that, James," she told him, scooting a little closer. And her hand returned to its former place on his thigh, the movie forgotten. "But you're forgetting something, malyshka. I want you to fuck me." It wasn't a chore, it wasn't an ordeal. She'd volunteered for it, after all.

Her voice fell to a whisper; soft, low. "I liked it when we did, earlier. A lot, baby. A lot."

Natasha's moved her hand back onto his thigh and he takes in a sharp breath because her hand is so close to his cock and it does not take much when he's in rut. Not one bit. Even having her hand on his leg and not doing anything particularly sexual with it would have done it and this is definitely sexual.

She'd liked it earlier. Bucky could tell she didn't hate it, of course, but to be told that she'd liked it and wanted more makes it a lot different. He knows his face is still conflicted but he covers the hand on his thigh with his own.

"I could use something right now, yeah. I was trying to hold out."

"Don't," she told him, slowly riding her hand upwards along his bunched thigh. "Let it go, and let's take care of it." To that end, she slid down amid the nest of pillows, reached up and coaxed him down over her, firmly winding a leg around his hip.

"You're not a bad partner, James," Natasha breathed, moist against his mouth. "A little messed up in the head, but hey, I can deal with it, da?" An impish grin and then she kissed him, opening her mouth for his tongue while rucking her lower body upwards to roll against his.

God. This isn't going to last long before it's at 100 if Natasha keeps rolling up against him like that. Bucky reaches between them to undo his jeans and pushes them down, needing less clothing between them. He's already half hard and she's barely done anything. He thought he might get away with a blow job or something but now he knows he's going to have to knot her to get any relief.

"Gonna have to go all the way and knot you," he warns her. "Can't just get away with my hand or your mouth or something. Too worked up." She'd signed up for this, sure, but he doesn't want her to get sore because he's wearing her out.

"Is that okay?"

His jeans disappeared and so did her shorts, all fabric impediments removed. He was already thick and hard against her bare thigh, and Natasha lifted that leg to rub against his eager cock, just to both entice and give a little relief.

"Da," was her quiet response, spreading her knees to cradle his heavy body between them. "Just, remember, no teeth." Her only stipulation. Because neither she nor Bucky was ready to deal with a mating bond. Or even the semblance of one.

"I wanna fuck you slow so I can feel it," Bucky says, rolling his hips up against her. She feels slick already and that's the difference between fucking an omega and fucking a beta. Omegas need less to get started than betas because of their hormones and even without being in heat, Natasha seems like she can take him.

Bucky guides his cock into her and just rests for a moment to feel her tight against her. "Gonna make you feel it every time you walk," he promises. "All you're gonna feel is me. Is all you feel me?"

He was big and it was still a tight fit, but Natasha simply held her breath, then sighed when she felt him hilt inside her, moving her hips just enough to give them both a little friction. Small arms draped languidly over Bucky's shoulders, she smiled, a little sultry, lashes hooded over dark eyes. "I feel you," she promised, flexing her thighs against his hips. "Fuck me slow," she agreed, moving sensually beneath his thick weight. "--you feel so good, malyshka..."

She knew it was his hormones causing this, affecting her even through the suppressants she'd been religiously taking. This powerful of an Alpha in a rut for the first time in...decades? Natasha was vaguely surprised she hadn't broken right into a heat, medication be damned. Biology was a powerful thing.

But sex with James Barnes was hardly a chore, and he needed it, besides. So she'd volunteered again, and if these were the perks, then she was definitely all the way on board. "...James..." she moaned, whiskey voice a little slurred, but no less thick with desire.

The combination of Natasha being both small and an omega is a heady one and her soft moans of his name are only making it worse for him. He moves his hips slowly, though, and just enjoys being in her and taking his time. The first time had been way too fast, had been just about soothing his rough edges, but this one can be more about enjoying himself.

He buries his face against her neck, trying to get a scent of her through the overpowering scent of himself. He just wants her sweet, comforting scent right now and all he smells is pine and leather and him. He licks against her skin a little and tries to make her scent stronger.

"I need to smell you," he murmurs. "All I smell is me."

"It'll come," she promised, still moving beneath him, long lashes half-closed over glazed eyes. He filled her completely, and the stretch was magnificent. Natasha held him tightly, arms and legs coiled around Bucky's shoulders and hips as he rode her in that slow, easy rhythm.

"Just fuck me," she breathed, one small hand drifting upwards to thread through his dark hair. "Mmm, just like this, malyshka...this is so good..." Now that the sharp edge of his rut had been slaked, they could focus on the rest of it, and take their time.

They still had their shirts on, Natasha noted with amusement, but she didn't mind running her hands beneath the fabric to stroke his skin, fingernails skating across taut muscle. Her scent was indeed a little muted, overpowered by the thicker Alpha scent, but it wouldn't take too long before they blended, adding to the miasma of sex in her bedroom.

It's deeper now, his need, and Bucky can take his time with this the way he couldn't earlier. He doesn't pull all the way out on his strokes and keeps them slow and steady so he can just enjoy the feel of her tight around him and the way Natasha is breathing softly under him. He doesn't know how long it's been for her, being with an Alpha, but he wants to leave his mark even if she won't let him bite.

"If I could, I would bite you," he murmurs instead, nuzzling against her neck while he moves. "I'd make you all mine and take care of you the way you ought to be taken care of. You need this, don't you?"

He certainly needs it, both the sex and the softer side, and he hopes he lasts longer this time before his knot catches.

She didn't answer; Natasha simply pulled Bucky down to her for another series of long, deep kisses, mainly because she did need this, but it wasn't about her right now. He was a broken Alpha in rut, and she was supposed to be just the warm body for him to hold, to sate his crippling need until it was over. She wasn't supposed to want. Because he was so thick and so deep inside of her, moving inexorably slowly, deliberately, and well on the way to spiraling her right out of her mind.

Natasha had never before had an Alpha lover; all of her previous partners had been Betas. Her own conscious choice; she hadn't wanted the risk of being bonded to an Alpha, even by accident. That she'd volunteered for Barnes hadn't been a spur-of-the-moment decision, as she'd been considering it ever since Rogers had brought him back to the States. She'd known he'd need someone, and honestly, what other Omega would have even considered the thought?

The TV was still on, but muted, and the bedside lamp still gave off its golden glow, allowing the small redhead to gaze up at her gorgeous lover, watching him intently as he moved over her, meeting every one of her own movements with firm assurance. He was in his right mind, powerful as an Alpha should be, and not for the first time did Natasha feel the urge to bare her throat for his teeth. Especially with his cock pistoning in and out of her slick eager sheath, as if it belonged nowhere else.

She finally managed to form words, and the small redhead slid her hands down to grip Bucky's thrusting hips, pulling him even tighter, and she murmured in her low, whiskey voice, "...I need you to fuck me, Barnes. Make me scream for you, malyshka."

Her words make him forget about wanting to mark her for a moment and Bucky takes it as an invitation to fuck her harder than before. He wouldn't normally be so rough but he's out of his mind with hormones and Natasha's just yanked him close like it doesn't bother her that he's with her.

Is she enjoying it?

Before he has a chance to think about that, he reaches down to hold her legs up around his hips so she can't get away from him. He can't bite, no, but he can keep her as close as possible while he tries to find release this time around.

She had no intention of going anywhere. Natasha watched Bucky's eyes deepen from steel blue to indigo, and she felt the briefest moment of panic, but then it was overthrown by the pleasure when he hauled her legs upwards, the better to anchor her for his thrusts, and to reach so deep it nearly shorted out her conscious mind.

Natasha gave a loud, long moan, her fingernails biting into those thrusting hips, leaving deep wells which wouldn't unfortunately last, and panted with every rough jolt, straining to grip, to clench. She was a suppressed Omega taking a broken Alpha through his rut, but the animal part of her brain wanted to roll to her stomach and spread her legs wide, offering her entire body for him to pummel for his pleasure.

When she was able, however, the only words she managed were, "...knot me, James...give me your knot, baby..." in gasped Russian, a needful command.

Bucky honestly doesn't expect to hear Natasha be that needy for him since this is just...it's a favor she's paying him, not anything particularly romantic, but he thinks hormones override everything at a certain point. Hearing her beg for him does the trick, too, and he thrusts into her hard one more time before his knot catches.

He hasn't come yet but it doesn't surprise him, being in rut, but she hasn't either so he reaches between them to rub at her with his thumb. "Come for me, Natasha. I won't until you do. I want to feel you come for me."

Feeling his knot catch tight had her keening, twisting in a shower of white-hot pleasure that threatened to overtake her entirely. He was so thick, big and full and the small Omega bucked her hips, lifting her head to bite at his throat with careful teeth. Love nips, really, and her hands joined in, raking nails up and down his broad back in long swipes.

She licked at the nips, laving her tongue over his throat, his chin, and right into his mouth as she suddenly shuddered apart, crying out into Bucky's mouth as she locked down tight, squeezing his knotted cock like a vise. Her strong legs clamped around his waist, and she shivered and bucked, teeth sinking into his lip as she quaked.

That's it, Bucky thinks and it doesn't take him long to follow her, not when he's swollen and she's so tight against him. He lowers his head to her neck and shoulder and just tries to catch his breath because he hasn't felt this good in a long, long time.

"I'm starting to smell you too, you know," he murmurs, nuzzling up against her neck. "I guess it's not such a chore, huh? That you're into it? Can't make up something like that scent."

When her lizard brain finally rolled over and let her think again, Natasha had to laugh lightly, breathlessly. "Nope. It's definitely not a chore, malyshka." Her heart was still racing against her ribs, thudding dully with her heaving breath.

He was nuzzling her and she petted him gently, carding her fingers through dark hair. "Might as well get comfy," she heard herself say, though there was mild amusement in her voice. "I didn't take my meds this morning," the redhead then confessed, adding, "just to see what might happen. If it would help, at all."

Apparently so, because he could smell her. And her scent was probably comforting, so that was a good thing.

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