Natasha was still tingling, glittering all over from the stimulation of Bucky's still-caught knot. He nuzzled at her and she purred, replete but still teasing that line near climax, enjoying the anticipation. Her eyes opened at his question, however, and she paused before immediately answering.
"I wouldn't mind if you stayed, James." And that was the honest answer. "But a lot of it is going to depend on you...if you can handle being free, now."
She put fingers beneath his chin to make him look at her directly. "Can you?"
"I would try my best," Bucky says. He doesn't want to lie to her and he thinks this is the best he can give her right now. "Because...I want to be free. But I also want to be with you."
Maybe that's hormones but he feels settled with Natasha and if he feels settled during rut he thinks he would definitely feel settled when it passes.
"It depends on you, though. I don't know if I could handle smelling other Alphas on you other than like, casual contact. I know you just pick up the scent existing in society and I wouldn't be bothered by that but I couldn't handle smelling someone on you like I smell me on you right now."
Soft fingertips stroked his cheek; Natasha sighed. "Well, that's just it," she told him quietly. "I can't do my job if I have to worry about you erupting into a feral rage every time I get close to a mark that's an Alpha or a Beta. It's part of the work, and I can't help that." It was, and because she was very good at her job, that sort of thing went with it.
"...not that I ever have sex with any of my marks," Natasha amended, her nose wrinkling, "but you get what I'm saying. I have to be able to function without anyone else going off their head in a hormonal blood-rage."
"Well I can't smell a beta," Bucky points out. "But yeah. I can control my anger. Not during a rut, though. I don't think I could smell another Alpha on you during a rut and not get...upset."
And if he has to do that, he has to suppress, and then he's back in prison again even if it's a different kind of prison.
"So you'd want me to suppress my ruts as a condition of staying here, yeah?"
"Ruts...are a different story," Natasha told him. "It'd probably be a better idea to relocate before it starts, that way no one gets hurt or goes to prison." And for her heats, too. Because if he was going to live here, she'd have to wean off of her own suppressants, or it was a moot point.
Then her brow crimped. "Do we have to talk about this now, though? I mean, come on, you're still knotted in me, Barnes." She gave a small huff. "We're supposed to be fucking like rabbits, aren't we?" They were still tied together, in bed, half-naked and filthy.
Bucky sighs. "I can only think when I'm knotted right now. If I'm not, all I can think about is being knotted. Sorry. I talk too fucking much."
It's an extension of the fact that he worries too fucking much but he doesn't want to get used to being free only to get packed up to go back to Stark tower or, worse, an actual prison. He doesn't want to leave. It's nice to have this with an omega and to think about maybe having a life.
Natasha sighed, lifting her eyes and letting her hands flop to the mattress, nonplussed. Fuck. The man hadn't had decent conversation in over seven decades, and now... Damnit.
"This isn't something you should worry about right now," she tried to tell him again. "We'll just have to see what happens once your rut is over. I can't make any promises right now, James, I really can't." Even if she didn't mind him living here with her, it wasn't entirely her decision.
"It's not just my call. But we'll figure something out, okay? Promise you that."
"Yeah, of course. I'll just...focus on right now and do what my body wants me to do."
To that end, he shifts a little but this time he keeps moving his hips and tries to give Natasha enough stimulation that maybe she can come again. It's good for him to be knotted in her and it means he's so much calmer and relaxed now than he was earlier.
Any thought of attaining another climax had evaporated with their conversation, and Natasha bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to tell him that, too. And further ruin the rest of the day, God. But maybe she could give him another orgasm and then hopefully, a nap, because now that the adrenaline had subsided and the euphoria worn off, she was truly tired. And filthy.
So she put her hands back on his shoulders, and obligingly rocked her hips in perfect counterpoint with his knotted rhythm, and it did feel good, but all of the anticipation had been knocked right out of her. Now, she was nothing more than a plank for him to rut. And that was all right, too.
Yet another example of why she never had relationships. She wasn't any good at them.
Bucky tries for a little bit longer and when it doesn't seem like Natasha doesn't have another orgasm in her, he just rests against her and trails his fingertips against her skin. It feels good to just touch her and seek comfort from her and he doesn't have to talk for that. He'll go down eventually and maybe she can get some rest before the next round.
"I'll go down soon," he says softly. "And then you can get some rest and maybe we can get a shower, yeah? We can share if you'd like that."
And if she wouldn't, that's fine too. Whatever she wants. His Alpha protective side is in overdrive.
After the shower, which they did share, Bucky making sure to get every inch of Natasha absolutely clean, getting dressed - again - and a quick snack, Natasha insisted that they both bunk down in her bed - now with clean sheets - and get as much sleep as they could.
She put the exhausted Alpha in bed, tucked him in, then slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and send a quick text before returning to slip in beside him, giving him her back and scooting near so he could cling, if he needed.
"It's okay, James," Natasha said over her shoulder, quiet in the darkness. "You can spoon with me if you want, too. Just...try to relax, and get some sleep, okay? We're safe here. Everything's gonna be okay."
"M'so tired," he admits, taking her offer to curl up against her and wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her up close against his chest. It feels good to hold her, right, and he thinks he could get used to it for more than just this rut.
"Haven' slept in longer than I remember. Days," he admits. The serum helps him stay awake longer than a normal person but he still has to sleep eventually and between rut draining everything in him and being on edge from finally getting away from HYDRA, he just needs the sleep.
When he wakes up, he hasn't moved and neither has Natasha. He nuzzles in against her neck so he can scent her, just seeking the comfort.
To her chagrin, Natasha actually fell asleep before Bucky did, but then, a regular constitution demanded sleep after several hours of rigorous exercise, so that wasn't entirely her fault. She did, however, sleep like a rock, unmoving for the entire night and well into the morning. It was raining, typical New York springtime, and her bedroom was dim and cool.
She came out of deep unconsciousness to a warmth nuzzling at her neck, and the overwhelming scent of Christmas Trees, heady in her nose. A brief semi-conscious reconnoiter recalled where she was and with who and why; Barnes was in bed with her, working through the third day of his Alpha rut. Right.
Beneath the covers, Natasha reached back and invitingly ran a hand over Bucky's hip and thigh, snagging his wrist on the way back to bring his hand to her breast, pressing the heavy mound into his palm. He was nice, warm, and thick behind her, and a little morning foreplay would do his rut a lot of good.
Natasha's chocolate scent is thick in the air too and when she tugs his hand up to cover her breast, he rocks his hips against her ass hard so he can just feel her up against him. He'll need sex in a little while, rut will demand it, but right now he just wants to enjoy this part of it. It feels...domestic, in a way. This is something he'd do with his mate, if he had one.
Bucky licks against her neck and squeezes her breast a little before whispering hot against her ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard later," he murmurs. "Gonna make you all mine all over again."
The thrust against her ass was enough to bring her fully awake, and Natasha had to bite her lips on a wanton moan to feel Bucky's cock, already hard and thick. Against her better judgment, she let herself respond just enough, arching her back to tip her hips in blatant invitation; her shorts were easily removed, as was her thin t-shirt. She'd worn this set specifically, after all.
"You feel good, James," she managed to slur into the dimness. And he sounded a little more in control, if a bit rough. Like an Alpha should. She should really get up and take her medication, but moving was a chore just now, and he needed an Omega's unfiltered scent, anyway.
"Roll over," he says, voice gruff. "Get your ass in the air for me so I can fuck you."
It's rougher than he should be, he thinks, but Bucky thinks that Natasha is aware of how dangerous an Alpha in rut is, especially when there's an unsuppressed Omega right under his nose.
"I already smell you wet for me. You know it's what you want to do."
It was very much a command, given in that harsh, demanding tone. Natasha heard it, felt it, and her Omega wanted desperately to respond to it. But she bit her tongue on that automatic obedience; Barnes was not her Alpha. Nevertheless... He needed to fuck her, and she'd agreed to it.
And if he bit her in the throes of his rut, she was going to shoot him.
She stifled the mild glower she wanted to throw at him, but slowly pushed away the bedspread and languidly clambered to her hands and knees, stretching like the exotic creature that she was. Then she gave Barnes that arch little look over one pale shoulder, and quite pointedly spread her legs, almost daringly so.
The look is coy and it just makes his Alpha hormones get even more thick. What was it she'd said earlier? Like Christmas trees on steroids? Yeah, that's probably accurate. Still, he can do something about it and he does, kneeling behind her and grabbing her hips so he can fuck into her.
He knows his knot will catch quick because it always does during rut but this one time, he wishes it wouldn't so he could enjoy the position and enjoy feeling possessive over something and getting to have it.
"You knew what you were doing, Omega. Fucking tease."
It was rough and brash and thank God she'd woken up already wet because otherwise she'd have refused such a bestial performance. But his scent was thick, stirring her loins and igniting her own wants to fever pitch, so when Barnes slammed his cock into her, Natasha didn't scream, but a guttural moan managed it's way out, and she braced herself to take his Alpha dominance.
His hands were hard on her hips, the left digging in a little more than the right, and she knew she'd have a fresh set of bruises, but as long as his teeth stayed in his mouth, she could handle it. Her bed frame was rocking, springs protesting the rough treatment, but the redheaded Omega simply dropped to her elbows and spread her legs wider, inviting more.
She knew he'd knot her soon, but they could still fuck with a swollen knot. Enough, at least.
God, he wants to bite her, but Bucky has enough of himself left to know not to do it. If he's going to bite, it's going to be far away from her scent gland, and he doesn't even try to tempt himself with getting his lips anywhere close to it when he's so feral.
He knows it's hard and fast this morning and when his knot catches, he's not shocked. He's nowhere near coming, though, and he keeps moving against her even though it's less than he could before.
"Knew you could take me," he murmurs. "You love it, don't you?"
She'd never fucked an Alpha like this. Not on her hands and knees, presenting like the Omega that she was, almost a challenge to be bitten. But Barnes was rutting her like his bitch now, and the desperate pleasure coursing through her small frame was almost enough to have Natasha baring her throat for his bite, begging for it as he plundered her, over and over.
His knot caught quickly, making her hiss, because like Bucky, she was not yet close to climax, but being filled in such a primal way had her trembling, fists clenching the bedsheets to keep from screaming. Forehead on the pillows, Natasha just bit her lip and took him, shaking slightly as he kept fucking her, earning a soft gasp at the apex of every deep, deep thrust.
"...da," she finally had to rasp, lifting her head to snatch a quick breath. "I love it, malyshka...so much.."
Bucky holds her up with his left arm so he can move his right hand under them so he can rub her while he fucks her and try to get her there. Making Natasha come seems like an imperative right now and he wants to feel her fall apart around him and his knot before he follows her.
"Come for me," he rasps out. "Give it to me, kotyonok moy. Let me have it, now."
He fucks her harder then even though he can't pull all the way out and god, it feels good.
This was what he needed, Natasha knew that, but it still rankled her, despite her overwhelming pleasure; being put facedown and railed like nothing more than an animal. It was a filthy pleasure, however, one she'd never imagined she'd actually relish. Later, she'd chalk it up to the damned Omega inside, yowling like the slutty bitch that it was when the Alpha behind her began to stimulate her even more.
Giving her lizard brain free rein, Natasha let go and fell into her orgasm, spurred on by Barnes' rough voice in her ear, his wicked fingers between her thighs, and his knotted cock pulsing deep inside, filling her completely. She couldn't even speak; all she could do was drop back to her elbows and shake as it slammed over and through her, leaving her dangerously light-headed when she finally did come down.
Sensitive, still trembling, Natasha groaned as she came back to herself, hissing slightly to feel her bedmate still moving just enough. She wasn't even aware if he'd come himself; if not, it wouldn't be long now.
No, not yet, but it doesn't take Bucky long after Natasha comes to follow her. This isn't the best position to be knotted in, considering how heavy he is, and he holds Natasha as tightly as he can to his body before shifting down and onto his side so she can relax too. There. Much more comfortable this way.
"I'm sorry about that," he says softly. "I didn't have any control in me because I'd just woken up. Are you okay?"
She was boneless when he moved them, pliant and unresisting. Natasha all but flopped, landing in her side with Barnes knotted behind her, and she was still trying to catch her breath. When she could finally speak, she managed a rough chuckle and replied, "It's all right. You don't - you don't have to apologize, James."
His arm was around her waist and she placed hers atop his, reassuring. "And yeah, I'm okay. Just...just gotta catch my breath, is all." Christ, but she hadn't expected morning sex to be so goddamned intense.
A glance over her shoulder, and Natasha inquired, "Better now?" They'd have to fuck again, of course, but hopefully he was calm for the moment.
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"I wouldn't mind if you stayed, James." And that was the honest answer. "But a lot of it is going to depend on you...if you can handle being free, now."
She put fingers beneath his chin to make him look at her directly. "Can you?"
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Maybe that's hormones but he feels settled with Natasha and if he feels settled during rut he thinks he would definitely feel settled when it passes.
"It depends on you, though. I don't know if I could handle smelling other Alphas on you other than like, casual contact. I know you just pick up the scent existing in society and I wouldn't be bothered by that but I couldn't handle smelling someone on you like I smell me on you right now."
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"...not that I ever have sex with any of my marks," Natasha amended, her nose wrinkling, "but you get what I'm saying. I have to be able to function without anyone else going off their head in a hormonal blood-rage."
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And if he has to do that, he has to suppress, and then he's back in prison again even if it's a different kind of prison.
"So you'd want me to suppress my ruts as a condition of staying here, yeah?"
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Then her brow crimped. "Do we have to talk about this now, though? I mean, come on, you're still knotted in me, Barnes." She gave a small huff. "We're supposed to be fucking like rabbits, aren't we?" They were still tied together, in bed, half-naked and filthy.
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It's an extension of the fact that he worries too fucking much but he doesn't want to get used to being free only to get packed up to go back to Stark tower or, worse, an actual prison. He doesn't want to leave. It's nice to have this with an omega and to think about maybe having a life.
"I'll be quiet."
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"This isn't something you should worry about right now," she tried to tell him again. "We'll just have to see what happens once your rut is over. I can't make any promises right now, James, I really can't." Even if she didn't mind him living here with her, it wasn't entirely her decision.
"It's not just my call. But we'll figure something out, okay? Promise you that."
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To that end, he shifts a little but this time he keeps moving his hips and tries to give Natasha enough stimulation that maybe she can come again. It's good for him to be knotted in her and it means he's so much calmer and relaxed now than he was earlier.
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So she put her hands back on his shoulders, and obligingly rocked her hips in perfect counterpoint with his knotted rhythm, and it did feel good, but all of the anticipation had been knocked right out of her. Now, she was nothing more than a plank for him to rut. And that was all right, too.
Yet another example of why she never had relationships. She wasn't any good at them.
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"I'll go down soon," he says softly. "And then you can get some rest and maybe we can get a shower, yeah? We can share if you'd like that."
And if she wouldn't, that's fine too. Whatever she wants. His Alpha protective side is in overdrive.
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She put the exhausted Alpha in bed, tucked him in, then slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and send a quick text before returning to slip in beside him, giving him her back and scooting near so he could cling, if he needed.
"It's okay, James," Natasha said over her shoulder, quiet in the darkness. "You can spoon with me if you want, too. Just...try to relax, and get some sleep, okay? We're safe here. Everything's gonna be okay."
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"Haven' slept in longer than I remember. Days," he admits. The serum helps him stay awake longer than a normal person but he still has to sleep eventually and between rut draining everything in him and being on edge from finally getting away from HYDRA, he just needs the sleep.
When he wakes up, he hasn't moved and neither has Natasha. He nuzzles in against her neck so he can scent her, just seeking the comfort.
"Smell so good," he murmurs. "So fucking good."
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She came out of deep unconsciousness to a warmth nuzzling at her neck, and the overwhelming scent of Christmas Trees, heady in her nose. A brief semi-conscious reconnoiter recalled where she was and with who and why; Barnes was in bed with her, working through the third day of his Alpha rut. Right.
Beneath the covers, Natasha reached back and invitingly ran a hand over Bucky's hip and thigh, snagging his wrist on the way back to bring his hand to her breast, pressing the heavy mound into his palm. He was nice, warm, and thick behind her, and a little morning foreplay would do his rut a lot of good.
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Bucky licks against her neck and squeezes her breast a little before whispering hot against her ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard later," he murmurs. "Gonna make you all mine all over again."
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"You feel good, James," she managed to slur into the dimness. And he sounded a little more in control, if a bit rough. Like an Alpha should. She should really get up and take her medication, but moving was a chore just now, and he needed an Omega's unfiltered scent, anyway.
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It's rougher than he should be, he thinks, but Bucky thinks that Natasha is aware of how dangerous an Alpha in rut is, especially when there's an unsuppressed Omega right under his nose.
"I already smell you wet for me. You know it's what you want to do."
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And if he bit her in the throes of his rut, she was going to shoot him.
She stifled the mild glower she wanted to throw at him, but slowly pushed away the bedspread and languidly clambered to her hands and knees, stretching like the exotic creature that she was. Then she gave Barnes that arch little look over one pale shoulder, and quite pointedly spread her legs, almost daringly so.
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He knows his knot will catch quick because it always does during rut but this one time, he wishes it wouldn't so he could enjoy the position and enjoy feeling possessive over something and getting to have it.
"You knew what you were doing, Omega. Fucking tease."
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His hands were hard on her hips, the left digging in a little more than the right, and she knew she'd have a fresh set of bruises, but as long as his teeth stayed in his mouth, she could handle it. Her bed frame was rocking, springs protesting the rough treatment, but the redheaded Omega simply dropped to her elbows and spread her legs wider, inviting more.
She knew he'd knot her soon, but they could still fuck with a swollen knot. Enough, at least.
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He knows it's hard and fast this morning and when his knot catches, he's not shocked. He's nowhere near coming, though, and he keeps moving against her even though it's less than he could before.
"Knew you could take me," he murmurs. "You love it, don't you?"
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His knot caught quickly, making her hiss, because like Bucky, she was not yet close to climax, but being filled in such a primal way had her trembling, fists clenching the bedsheets to keep from screaming. Forehead on the pillows, Natasha just bit her lip and took him, shaking slightly as he kept fucking her, earning a soft gasp at the apex of every deep, deep thrust.
"...da," she finally had to rasp, lifting her head to snatch a quick breath. "I love it, malyshka...so much.."
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"Come for me," he rasps out. "Give it to me, kotyonok moy. Let me have it, now."
He fucks her harder then even though he can't pull all the way out and god, it feels good.
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Giving her lizard brain free rein, Natasha let go and fell into her orgasm, spurred on by Barnes' rough voice in her ear, his wicked fingers between her thighs, and his knotted cock pulsing deep inside, filling her completely. She couldn't even speak; all she could do was drop back to her elbows and shake as it slammed over and through her, leaving her dangerously light-headed when she finally did come down.
Sensitive, still trembling, Natasha groaned as she came back to herself, hissing slightly to feel her bedmate still moving just enough. She wasn't even aware if he'd come himself; if not, it wouldn't be long now.
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"I'm sorry about that," he says softly. "I didn't have any control in me because I'd just woken up. Are you okay?"
He means it in more ways than just the physical.
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His arm was around her waist and she placed hers atop his, reassuring. "And yeah, I'm okay. Just...just gotta catch my breath, is all." Christ, but she hadn't expected morning sex to be so goddamned intense.
A glance over her shoulder, and Natasha inquired, "Better now?" They'd have to fuck again, of course, but hopefully he was calm for the moment.
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