"Shit, you're probably right. We can let dinner wait for a little bit," Bucky says, laughing softly. "Because this is gonna be much better in bed than standing here. You'll be more comfortable if we do that, anyway. I don't care. I could kiss you upside down in the rain and I wouldn't even care about comfort because I was kissing you."
It's sappy but he doesn't care.
He guides Natasha to the bed and lays down, guiding her to lay close to him. "Will you touch me, too?"
"Yes," was her immediate response, holding out her arms the moment she settled back amid the tousled covers. Her gown had ridden up to her knees, and it was an eager leg that rose to coil around the musician's own thigh when he joined her, along with warm arms winding around his shoulders to pull him close.
She wanted his mouth back on hers, and made it so, tugging Bucky over when she fell to her back, whimpering softly into their rising passion. As promised, Natasha let her hands roam, learning his body by touch alone, fingertips dipping into creases and skating over thick muscle beneath velvet skin.
They parted for air and she moaned his name, tilting her head to offer him more.
God, he loves this woman, and he has to keep himself together so she doesn't run away again. Her lips on his feel so good and he would satisfy himself with just that except he's getting everything he wants. His leg is between her thighs and her gown has ridden up so he can feel her soft skin against his.
He's also getting hard because he just can't help himself. Hopefully she's not going to freak out about that.
Bucky reaches for her hands and pushes them over her head while linking their fingers together and rolls his hips against her thigh to get some relief.
Things were getting heated, and Natasha was no different. Her blood was singing happily in her veins, tinting pale skin a soft blush. It surprised her when Bucky linked their fingers, then stretched her hands upwards, but the gesture put an arch in her back that rubbed her heavy breasts against his bare chest, the pale silk whisper-fine between them.
She also couldn't help but respond to his lower adulations, rocking beneath him in perfect counterpoint. They were getting tangled together, a surprising twist from just hours ago, but it felt so good, he felt so good, that Natasha had completely lost all compunction to care.
Bucky breaks the kiss just enough to whisper against her lips, "I want you so much, I love you so much," before rolling his hips against her thigh again. It feels so good to finally express everything he's been feeling and he wants to spend every day of his life touching Natasha just like this. Just days and days of touching the woman he loves like this.
He kisses her again and it's messy, teeth tugging at her lower lip, and she has to know how much he wants her based on how he's moving and the noises he makes.
He was vibrant in her arms, and Natasha's head was already reeling from the intensity of their heated, messy kisses. Bucky's whispered words had her mewling softly, pulling her hands away from his to plunge both into his shaggy hair, feeling her entire body begin to burn, needy.
The sting of teeth in her lower lip made her gasp, and Natasha managed to open her eyes just enough to see him, so close, and she dug her fingers into broad shoulders, whining, "...James, please," in a low, begging voice, pale silk already bunched at her waist. He was rutting against her, fabric still separating skin from skin, and Natasha gave a frustrated little grunt, brazenly yanking at cumbersome cotton.
"Natasha," Bucky murmurs. He doesn't know if she's going to regret this later and that's the only thing sticking in his mind but it's starting to erode after all this kissing. He's wanted her from the moment he saw her, drunk and just out of jail, and he definitely wants her right now when she's fuller with his kid.
"Only if you won't regret it," he murmurs, going back to kiss her. It keeps her from answering right away so maybe that's cheating and he knows that the way he slides his hands under her gown isn't fair either.
The silk beneath the nightgown was just as sleek, but by now uncomfortably damp, and Natasha squirmed beneath her gorgeous lover, feeling his calloused hands course along her sensitive skin. Bucky was kissing her like a dying man, but she was no less eager, licking at his soft lips and whining as they moved together.
When they finally broke apart to gasp for breath, she bit at her lower lip as her hands authoritatively shoving at his cotton bottoms. When she at last had them down over his hips, a small hand took hold of him, gripping tightly, and Natasha shook her head, panting softly.
"I won't," she breathed, stroking him slowly, firmly. "--I just want you so badly right now..."
Bucky manages to get the nightgown off without tearing it, which is a miracle, but he doesn't manage to toss it all the way off the bed before shifting Natasha's legs apart enough to slide into her. She's wet and tight and it's all he can do to not be loud about it but he keeps his moans soft against buried against her neck and shoulder.
"I want you, too," Bucky says softly. "Need you. Have to have you. I love you."
Maybe the last one is a bad idea but if it slips out during sex, he can't really be blamed for it, can he? He pushes into her harder then, wanting to lose himself in her, and cages her in with his arms so she can't slip away.
Her fingernails bit into Bucky's shoulders as he sank into her; the last time she'd done this had been with him, right downstairs, ten weeks ago, after all. A low moan escaped as her body arched, hips lifting of their own accord to seat him deep. It was her body craved, and Natasha let it go; her bare legs wound around his calves and her arms around his torso, silently begging for more.
She still had a thing for his voice, because his words washed over her like warm rain, and Natasha whimpered, feeling her blood begin to boil hotter, and race faster beneath her skin. She panted his name right back, kissing him with a desperation she'd never felt before, clinging as she urged him harder, faster.
It's never been like this for him, either, except the last time he had sex with Natasha. There was no one in between, either, and Bucky is pretty sure there's never going to be anyone else ever again unless Natasha decides she's done with him.
"God, you make me feel good," he says, moving his hips faster as he does. He can't get his hand between them to touch her so he tries to roll his hips in such a way that she gets some stimulation anyway and if he beats her there, he can just focus on her afterward; he's not going to leave her hanging.
For Natasha, sex had never held this sort of urgency, this need to reach the pinnacle of pleasure together, and Alex had hardly, if ever, bothered to ensure hers before his own. What Bucky was giving to her now, however, was magnificent, and Natasha had the idea that it wasn't only her hormones making her this needful.
Sex with Alex had been stoic, planned, and routine. This, however, bordered on wild; her legs around James' waist, fingernails digging into different ink etched into his back, both of them gasping against the other's mouths, and his body delving into hers with every powerful arch of his hips, driving her quite out of her mind.
Natasha dimly heard the large headboard thunk the wall, not quite hard enough to chip the paint due to the size of the massive bed, but the realization that they were moving it with their lovemaking was enough to have her gasping, shaking from her impending climax even as she tightened around his thrusting cock, feeling her loins roil and not from her pregnancy.
Bucky doesn't want to be smug exactly but knowing he can make Natasha come from just this really is a turn-on. So is the thud of the headboard against the wall. He doesn't think he's ever had sex good enough to rock the bed this hard.
He reaches for her hands and pins them up above her head, threading his fingers with hers. It feels good to know Natasha isn't going to pull away from him and wants him there, needs him there, and he doesn't think he's ever going to be able to give her up.
But he doesn't have to and that thought is enough to tip him over the edge too and he's coming, hard.
James pinned her hands above her head, and just that small bit of restraint was enough to throw Natasha over the cliff and into a mind-shattering climax, her entire body going rigid for a breathless moment, then every muscle spasming all at once, bucking her hips against Bucky's thrusts as she squeezed him tightly. In the throes of her own orgasm, she felt him stiffen above her, convulse, then tremble his own release into her, his guttural groan the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard.
When she was able to breathe yet again, Natasha went boneless, languishing against the stirred sheets as she heard her heartbeat still galloping about in her chest, and her lower body felt as if it'd just been poured out of a blender. But molten gold still glittered beneath her skin, and small tremors of pleasure still feathered over her sensitive skin. She was tangled with her lover, both of them sweaty and spent.
"God, I love you. You're the best I've ever had," Bucky gasps and it's honestly the truth and not just something to say in the afterglow. He releases Natasha's hands but he doesn't roll off her, not yet, and just enjoys the soft feel of her beneath him.
"Poke me when you're ready for me to move," Bucky says. "But right now I don't think my bones are gonna work. Nothing's working except my mouth, apparently, because that never stops."
This has been what he was after all along with her, just this.
Her amused chuckle was a breathless laugh, because honestly, Natasha didn't have the strength enough to even lift an arm, just now. She did lower her lashes and let her lover's voice wash over her, because he was right: even if he was in traction and ended up a quadriplegic, he'd still babble a mile a minute.
"No," she agreed, voice still airish, "it really doesn't." She finally managed to get one hand working, and gently threaded it through Bucky's dark hair. "Do your bandmates know you babble like this? Your sister said you've never been one to hold your tongue."
"It's a known issue," Bucky says, laughing softly. "But I don't say the same kinds of things to other people. Just to you." He's just impossibly happy and he hopes that Natasha is too because if she's not, he'll do anything to make that happen.
"Was it good?"
Maybe a stupid question to ask since they both came and now they're too exhausted to move but Bucky has to know because the last time they had sex, they'd ended up...not even broken up because they weren't together but on bad terms and he doesn't want that.
"Oh?" That admission brought another breathy chuckle. "Lucky me." It was intended as mild sarcasm, but there was still a grain of truth in it. Natasha knew she was incredibly lucky, given the circumstances. Things could have been much, much worse, after all.
Then Bucky asked that, and Natasha blinked, considering the question. She couldn't answer right away, mainly because she didn't know how to answer.
After a few moments of silent thought, however, she finally sighed - in contentment, not resignation - and nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah. Yes, James, it was good."
"Just wanted to be sure," he says softly. "I didn't want to mess things up again like I did last time."
Last time hadn't been about the sex, he doesn't think, but he needs to be sure because he doesn't think he can handle another heartbreak and he doesn't think Natasha can either, even if she might not admit it to him or anyone else.
"I just want you to enjoy being with me, you know?"
"I know." And she did know. He wanted it so much, it was almost painful to hear. But Natasha firmly pushed that aside; there was no room here for regrets. "And I do, James." She could give him that. It was only words, after all.
Nevertheless, one of her eyebrows quirked. "I wouldn't have begged for you just now if I didn't." Well, mostly. Some of it she could chalk up to her hormones, but Natasha didn't really think that was all fair.
"Just wait," she heard herself quip, "before long I'll look like I swallowed a pumpkin and won't be able to keep my hands off of you." Then her cheeks heated, skin flushing all the way down her breasts, as she realized just what she'd said.
"I'm gonna be real happy when we hit that stage," he teases, then tapers off and goes quiet for a moment. It's not often that he's quiet but he's just worried and he needs to shake it off before he starts worrying Natasha and getting them in a spiral all over again.
"Do you think you might be able to love me someday? I just want...I feel so much, you know? And I want you to feel it too. It feels so good to love someone, Natasha. I don't want you to miss out on that."
Bucky rolls over but he pulls her close, not willing to be away. "I'm not like him."
"...I hope so." And it was the truth. Natasha chewed on her lower lip, stifling a squeak when Bucky rolled them over, but shivered and snuggled into his warmth. She did voice a very soft sigh when he mentioned Alex, however.
"I know you aren't. And I thank God for that." Every day since finding out she was pregnant, in fact. "It'll just...take me a while, you know? To figure it all out. To get this baby born." Because she was definitely committed to that, now.
Time for a new segue. "What's for supper? More breakfast?"
"Mm, probably need real food," Bucky says. "But I'm going to order it in because I don't really wanna cook or go out. We had Thai, maybe Italian? I don't know, we can look at all the menus. Everything delivers so we don't really have to worry about choices."
He can eat anything but he wants to make sure the baby has everything it needs to grow but he's not gonna harp on Natasha about it. It's her body.
"I'm not a salad guy but there's a couple places that do that. I remember you said you liked those, right?"
"Real food sounds good," Natasha agreed. And ordering in sounded even better. She really didn't want to put on normal clothes right now. "Italian sounds great. I could put away some manicotti or some chicken parm." Alfredo sounded great, too, and just thinking about garlic breadsticks had her stomach growling, to her mild embarrassment.
"Your son agrees," the redhead observed with a light chuckle. She gently wriggled out of Bucky's hold and hunted around for her nightgown, haphazardly tossed to the other side of the large bed. "Add some garlic bread to the order? And yeah, I love a good salad." Natasha slipped the gown over her head, saying as she straightened the fabric, "Do you know of a good Italian place up here that delivers?"
"Yeah, I do. There's a family style place that delivers. I'll put an order in online for extra breadsticks and the rest of it. I eat a ton and you need to eat a ton so they'll make a good sale. Manicotti and chicken parm for you? Both?"
If she wants both, she gets both.
"I'll get 'em to bring the salads too. I usually eat stromboli but we might as well just get a little of everything and share it around."
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It's sappy but he doesn't care.
He guides Natasha to the bed and lays down, guiding her to lay close to him. "Will you touch me, too?"
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She wanted his mouth back on hers, and made it so, tugging Bucky over when she fell to her back, whimpering softly into their rising passion. As promised, Natasha let her hands roam, learning his body by touch alone, fingertips dipping into creases and skating over thick muscle beneath velvet skin.
They parted for air and she moaned his name, tilting her head to offer him more.
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He's also getting hard because he just can't help himself. Hopefully she's not going to freak out about that.
Bucky reaches for her hands and pushes them over her head while linking their fingers together and rolls his hips against her thigh to get some relief.
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She also couldn't help but respond to his lower adulations, rocking beneath him in perfect counterpoint. They were getting tangled together, a surprising twist from just hours ago, but it felt so good, he felt so good, that Natasha had completely lost all compunction to care.
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He kisses her again and it's messy, teeth tugging at her lower lip, and she has to know how much he wants her based on how he's moving and the noises he makes.
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The sting of teeth in her lower lip made her gasp, and Natasha managed to open her eyes just enough to see him, so close, and she dug her fingers into broad shoulders, whining, "...James, please," in a low, begging voice, pale silk already bunched at her waist. He was rutting against her, fabric still separating skin from skin, and Natasha gave a frustrated little grunt, brazenly yanking at cumbersome cotton.
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"Only if you won't regret it," he murmurs, going back to kiss her. It keeps her from answering right away so maybe that's cheating and he knows that the way he slides his hands under her gown isn't fair either.
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When they finally broke apart to gasp for breath, she bit at her lower lip as her hands authoritatively shoving at his cotton bottoms. When she at last had them down over his hips, a small hand took hold of him, gripping tightly, and Natasha shook her head, panting softly.
"I won't," she breathed, stroking him slowly, firmly. "--I just want you so badly right now..."
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"I want you, too," Bucky says softly. "Need you. Have to have you. I love you."
Maybe the last one is a bad idea but if it slips out during sex, he can't really be blamed for it, can he? He pushes into her harder then, wanting to lose himself in her, and cages her in with his arms so she can't slip away.
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She still had a thing for his voice, because his words washed over her like warm rain, and Natasha whimpered, feeling her blood begin to boil hotter, and race faster beneath her skin. She panted his name right back, kissing him with a desperation she'd never felt before, clinging as she urged him harder, faster.
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"God, you make me feel good," he says, moving his hips faster as he does. He can't get his hand between them to touch her so he tries to roll his hips in such a way that she gets some stimulation anyway and if he beats her there, he can just focus on her afterward; he's not going to leave her hanging.
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Sex with Alex had been stoic, planned, and routine. This, however, bordered on wild; her legs around James' waist, fingernails digging into different ink etched into his back, both of them gasping against the other's mouths, and his body delving into hers with every powerful arch of his hips, driving her quite out of her mind.
Natasha dimly heard the large headboard thunk the wall, not quite hard enough to chip the paint due to the size of the massive bed, but the realization that they were moving it with their lovemaking was enough to have her gasping, shaking from her impending climax even as she tightened around his thrusting cock, feeling her loins roil and not from her pregnancy.
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He reaches for her hands and pins them up above her head, threading his fingers with hers. It feels good to know Natasha isn't going to pull away from him and wants him there, needs him there, and he doesn't think he's ever going to be able to give her up.
But he doesn't have to and that thought is enough to tip him over the edge too and he's coming, hard.
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When she was able to breathe yet again, Natasha went boneless, languishing against the stirred sheets as she heard her heartbeat still galloping about in her chest, and her lower body felt as if it'd just been poured out of a blender. But molten gold still glittered beneath her skin, and small tremors of pleasure still feathered over her sensitive skin. She was tangled with her lover, both of them sweaty and spent.
And she had no urge to move, not just yet.
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"Poke me when you're ready for me to move," Bucky says. "But right now I don't think my bones are gonna work. Nothing's working except my mouth, apparently, because that never stops."
This has been what he was after all along with her, just this.
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"No," she agreed, voice still airish, "it really doesn't." She finally managed to get one hand working, and gently threaded it through Bucky's dark hair. "Do your bandmates know you babble like this? Your sister said you've never been one to hold your tongue."
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"Was it good?"
Maybe a stupid question to ask since they both came and now they're too exhausted to move but Bucky has to know because the last time they had sex, they'd ended up...not even broken up because they weren't together but on bad terms and he doesn't want that.
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Then Bucky asked that, and Natasha blinked, considering the question. She couldn't answer right away, mainly because she didn't know how to answer.
After a few moments of silent thought, however, she finally sighed - in contentment, not resignation - and nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah. Yes, James, it was good."
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Last time hadn't been about the sex, he doesn't think, but he needs to be sure because he doesn't think he can handle another heartbreak and he doesn't think Natasha can either, even if she might not admit it to him or anyone else.
"I just want you to enjoy being with me, you know?"
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Nevertheless, one of her eyebrows quirked. "I wouldn't have begged for you just now if I didn't." Well, mostly. Some of it she could chalk up to her hormones, but Natasha didn't really think that was all fair.
"Just wait," she heard herself quip, "before long I'll look like I swallowed a pumpkin and won't be able to keep my hands off of you." Then her cheeks heated, skin flushing all the way down her breasts, as she realized just what she'd said.
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"Do you think you might be able to love me someday? I just want...I feel so much, you know? And I want you to feel it too. It feels so good to love someone, Natasha. I don't want you to miss out on that."
Bucky rolls over but he pulls her close, not willing to be away. "I'm not like him."
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"I know you aren't. And I thank God for that." Every day since finding out she was pregnant, in fact. "It'll just...take me a while, you know? To figure it all out. To get this baby born." Because she was definitely committed to that, now.
Time for a new segue. "What's for supper? More breakfast?"
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He can eat anything but he wants to make sure the baby has everything it needs to grow but he's not gonna harp on Natasha about it. It's her body.
"I'm not a salad guy but there's a couple places that do that. I remember you said you liked those, right?"
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"Your son agrees," the redhead observed with a light chuckle. She gently wriggled out of Bucky's hold and hunted around for her nightgown, haphazardly tossed to the other side of the large bed. "Add some garlic bread to the order? And yeah, I love a good salad." Natasha slipped the gown over her head, saying as she straightened the fabric, "Do you know of a good Italian place up here that delivers?"
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If she wants both, she gets both.
"I'll get 'em to bring the salads too. I usually eat stromboli but we might as well just get a little of everything and share it around."
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