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.
"A lot better. This one will last for a while," Bucky says and he feels like it's true and not just something to say to Natasha to soothe her. He nuzzles up against her neck and tries to get more of her scent. It's intimate, knotted to her like this, and he wishes he could be here all the time.
"I've never done that before," he admits. "Ever. I don't know what came over me but I smelled you and you smelled so good and sweet that I couldn't even think and I just had to do. Has that ever happened to you before, Natasha?"
It wasn't too surprising, his confession; she doubted he'd been all that serious an Alpha before the war, and God knew HYDRA certainly hadn't allowed him to dominate any Omegas during his ruts. They'd probably just put him back on ice to let his hormones cool off. Or suppressed him into a coma.
She finally shook her head in answer, though it was slow in coming. "...no. I'm not really sure why I let you, either, except...except it just felt like the right thing to do."
And that, on a primal level, was terrifying to her.
Even if she had to admit that, "--it felt really good, though. Almost passed out during that orgasm." God.
"If I stayed...could I be your Alpha?" Maybe it's a dumb thing to ask during the middle of Rut but Bucky is clear-headed enough right now to be logical and he wants to know if he's going to still be having sex if he stays here or if that's going to be confined to ruts.
"I don't mean a mating bond, I wouldn't expect that so soon, but...something in between? Like dating but not as casual as regular dating because I live here?"
He's so hopeful for it but he knows, deep down, that she should and probably will say no.
Natasha had anticipated this when she'd volunteered for the job of assisting Barnes through this rut. The problem was that she hadn't had an answer for the question before his rut had hit, cutting her rumination time a little short. She was normally straightforward with decision making, but this one...demanded examining all options.
"...it's possible," she finally replied, trying to at least give the man something. "I've never...well, lived with anyone before, so I don't know what sort of roommate I'd be, but remember what we talked about yesterday? I have to be able to work without you going apeshit if I come home smelling of someone else."
"You don't have sex with them," Bucky says. "So I wouldn't...be competing necessarily. I think competing would be the problem and not the scents as long as I wasn't in rut. You have to see Alphas every day even if you're not getting close to them as a mark. It's pretty ridiculous to expect you'd never smell like someone else."
Bucky nuzzles up against her neck a little. "I think I can handle it if I'm in a place where I'm free and I'm evened out after a rut. I'd still want sex, though."
If she didn't want sex, that would be more difficult to negotiate.
"Well," Natasha told him, logically, "you wouldn't be competing at all, now would you? If you're here with me, and we're each other's Alpha and Omega, then there's no competition at all." Granted, that sort of reasoning didn't really make much sense to an Alpha in full rut, she knew, but Natasha had to put it out there.
Because if Barnes was going to stay here, then he was going to have to behave. Their lives would depend on it.
"If we're in that sort of relationship, James," she told him, voice still quiet, though holding a little bit of amusement, "then it only makes sense that we'd have sex, right? I mean, not having sex would more or less defeat the purpose, right?"
"Well, yeah, it would defeat the purpose," Bucky says sheepishly. "I've never actually dated an Omega, not really. There were some casual things when I was younger but I wasn't living with them or having a lot of sex with them. We weren't like that in the forties, you know? You just sort of dated until you got married and a lot of Omegas saved themselves for that. Kinda stupid, looking back, but it was what it was."
Bucky's glad that's changed while he was on ice because how can you marry and mate someone if you barely even know them?
"I promise not to bite you, though. I know that's a commitment."
"And you'll have to keep it," she said seriously. "Because there's no way to reverse a mate-bond, at least that anyone knows about." And she couldn't carry a mate-bond and do her job. It just wouldn't work.
"I can't have a mate," Natasha said quietly. "Not until I'm ready to get all the way out of the game. And I can't do that, not just yet." No matter how weary she was of everything. "But it's fine. Putting my own life aside so everyone else can have one... I've always done that, so it's nothing new."
Penance, as it was. Her ledger still carried a lot of stains.
"Wouldn't want to be stuck with someone like me anyway," Bucky reminds her. "I'm not exactly a prize. I wanna be good to you, though. I get the sense you haven't had a lot of that and I haven't ever been able to do it and I want to. I want to have that even if I can't have a bond."
He can give up the bond if it means he has someone to share his life with. Besides, how long is he gonna live anyway? If he outlives Natasha, he'll mourn her, and he can't reverse a bond. It might leave him even more broken than he is already.
Natasha didn't argue with the self-depreciating commentary; Barnes would have to figure out his worth on his own. Years of therapy, she had the inkling. Nor did she bother informing him again just how pointless it was for him to settle on her, either.
"...I appreciate that, James," was what she said instead, stroking the arm over her waist gently. "And it's good to want that. We'll have to see how it can work, then figure it all out." After his rut was over. That still had first priority.
"Luckily for you, I have next to nothing to move. I think I have a duffel bag worth of clothes. I need to go shopping but I was kinda in prison and then I was in rut so it didn't really happen. I'd order them but you know I run sort of...big and tall."
Bucky doesn't think he could blind order his sizes off a website and have a chance of them remotely fitting.
"Thankfully you don't need a wardrobe this week," Natasha said, settling a little more comfortably against the pillows. "But if you do move in, then yeah, we'll get you fitted for some outfits." Tactical gear only went so far, after all.
A little wiggle to test, and she managed to get loose enough to sit up, stretching achy muscles and wincing as a few joints cracked. "Leftovers for breakfast?" Then a shower, and probably more bedroom shenanigans. Hopefully a nap here or there, too.
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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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"I've never done that before," he admits. "Ever. I don't know what came over me but I smelled you and you smelled so good and sweet that I couldn't even think and I just had to do. Has that ever happened to you before, Natasha?"
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She finally shook her head in answer, though it was slow in coming. "...no. I'm not really sure why I let you, either, except...except it just felt like the right thing to do."
And that, on a primal level, was terrifying to her.
Even if she had to admit that, "--it felt really good, though. Almost passed out during that orgasm." God.
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"I don't mean a mating bond, I wouldn't expect that so soon, but...something in between? Like dating but not as casual as regular dating because I live here?"
He's so hopeful for it but he knows, deep down, that she should and probably will say no.
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"...it's possible," she finally replied, trying to at least give the man something. "I've never...well, lived with anyone before, so I don't know what sort of roommate I'd be, but remember what we talked about yesterday? I have to be able to work without you going apeshit if I come home smelling of someone else."
That was a deal-breaker, no way around it.
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Bucky nuzzles up against her neck a little. "I think I can handle it if I'm in a place where I'm free and I'm evened out after a rut. I'd still want sex, though."
If she didn't want sex, that would be more difficult to negotiate.
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Because if Barnes was going to stay here, then he was going to have to behave. Their lives would depend on it.
"If we're in that sort of relationship, James," she told him, voice still quiet, though holding a little bit of amusement, "then it only makes sense that we'd have sex, right? I mean, not having sex would more or less defeat the purpose, right?"
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Bucky's glad that's changed while he was on ice because how can you marry and mate someone if you barely even know them?
"I promise not to bite you, though. I know that's a commitment."
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"I can't have a mate," Natasha said quietly. "Not until I'm ready to get all the way out of the game. And I can't do that, not just yet." No matter how weary she was of everything. "But it's fine. Putting my own life aside so everyone else can have one... I've always done that, so it's nothing new."
Penance, as it was. Her ledger still carried a lot of stains.
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He can give up the bond if it means he has someone to share his life with. Besides, how long is he gonna live anyway? If he outlives Natasha, he'll mourn her, and he can't reverse a bond. It might leave him even more broken than he is already.
"So I wanna stay."
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"...I appreciate that, James," was what she said instead, stroking the arm over her waist gently. "And it's good to want that. We'll have to see how it can work, then figure it all out." After his rut was over. That still had first priority.
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Bucky doesn't think he could blind order his sizes off a website and have a chance of them remotely fitting.
"And you run sort of short and slim."
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A little wiggle to test, and she managed to get loose enough to sit up, stretching achy muscles and wincing as a few joints cracked. "Leftovers for breakfast?" Then a shower, and probably more bedroom shenanigans. Hopefully a nap here or there, too.
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