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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.."

"Think I can manage it," Bucky says, kissing her quickly before moving to flip onto his back and tugging her up to sit astride his hips. He wants to see her riding him so he can look up in her beautiful face and know just how damned good she's feeling.

"Need you to do a little more of the work, though, because I might pull my back out otherwise." He winks at her because there's no way he's going to do that but it amuses him all the same.

"Let me get a nice, long look at you, Natalie."

She bit off a little squeal when James upended them again, but she swung astride his lean hips with an athlete's natural grace, tossing her head and sending russet curls bouncing down her bare back in careless abandon. Smirking through her dizzying lust, Natalia placed both hands flat on Bucky's chest, fingernails scraping a little roughly over his flat nipples, and rose slightly on her knees, rolling her hips in slow, rhythmic motions.

"We can't have that," she purred, scratching gently at his chest. Then she came down over his cock, rubbing the thick shaft against heated, slick folds, moaning low and long to feel him teasing her so thoroughly. Her nails bit into skin a little harshly, a spark of sharp pain to mix with the ever-increasing pleasure.

Gazing down at him through a few stray scarlet curls, Natalia smirked, running her tongue over her upper lip. "Like what you see, soldier?"

"Yeah, I like what I see," Bucky says lowly, grasping her hips so he can guide her down onto his cock. He hadn't thought he could get it up again but apparently Natalie knows his body better than he knows it himself; she's got him tied up and twisted the way he wants to be.

"I want you to fuck me, sweetheart," he murmurs, snapping his hips upward into her wet, slick body. He's never gonna be over how damn good she feels around him.

"Can you do that?"

She hissed a breath when he situated her, bringing her down over his throbbing cock and filling her to the brim in one smooth stroke. But she clenched around him eagerly, tilting her head back as she arched, rolling her hips to tantalize them both. Running her fingers down his arms to circle around his wrists, Natalia began a slow, deeply sinful rhythm, using his hands for balance as she rose up and down, knees gripping his sides with every scintillating movement.

They moved together almost instinctively; he came up off of the mattress as she came back down, seating him all the way inside, sharper, deeper, more. Her body was tight around him, like a velvet noose, and she clenched and fluttered and gripped all in sync with their deep, carnal rhythm. He looked like a dream, splayed out beneath her, eyes half-closed, soft lips shining and parted, two spots of color high on his sharp cheekbones. A memory she'd never ever let herself forget.

"...like this, baby?"

"Just like this," Bucky says. He's watching her almost as much as he's rocking his hips up into her. It's slower this time, less desperate, and he thinks he'll be able to give her the kind of slow, intimate sex he's been craving and hadn't been able to manage the first time around.

She's gorgeous up above him, all red curls and pale skin, and Bucky slides a hand from her hip to rub at her clit with his thumb. She's slick from kissing earlier and when she moves, every stroke is hot and wet.

"I want us to come together," he murmurs. "Never managed that before. Want to do that with you, darlin'."

His blatant approval shifted something, something she hadn't even known was out of place. Natalia shuddered, feeling a wave of sheer bliss course over her shoulders and roll down her spine, but she never faltered; she kept him tight and snug, where he belonged. This time together was much slower, minus the eager desperation of earlier, and somehow that made it more profound, more intimate.

It was enough to take her breath away.

But she couldn't stop a wanton moan and a stilted jerk of her hips when one of those large hands snuck between them, brazenly fondling her with a devilish touch, and Natalia bit her lower lip and whimpered, slowly rolling her body to lean over her lover, coaxing him up to kiss her again. She pulled at his shoulders, bringing him up flush against her, and rubbed her breasts against his chest as she moved, breathing words between their heated lips.

"...me too." She purred his name, licking at his ear and rubbing her cheek against his. "You feel so good inside me, James...I can't get enough of you, baby.."

"Gonna have to figure out some new ways to do this if you're gonna keep me running this hot," Bucky says, catching her mouth in a desperate kiss. He speeds up the movement of his thumb over her clit, impressed with just how wet she is for him, and he really wants to time this just right. He wants to feel her coming on his cock and know he did it, he wants to thrust up into her and have her draw him in deep.

"Tell me what you need, Natalie. Tell me how to make it good for you," he says softly. He kisses her a little rougher now, teeth snagging her full lower lip, and keeps the thrusts of his hips at a steady pace. He wants it to go as long as he can stand before he spills in her since it's probably gonna be the last time tonight.

"Tell me how to get you to come."

She grinned against his mouth; she had a few ideas, but now wasn't the time nor the place to share. Not when Bucky was rocking back against her, working her over with the pad of that roughened thumb, and nipping at her lips when they were already so swollen from his kisses.

Her body was already tightening, working closer and closer to that inevitable cliff, and words were quickly evaporating from her conscious mind. But she moaned and whined at his rougher touches, bouncing her hips a little faster, a little harder, in response. She was close, so close, and she gripped him with her knees, driving herself in a wanton mess atop his cock.

She did manage to call his name over and over, coupled with her nails digging into his shoulders and leaving bright red streaks across his back as she clawed at him. She was almost there...he just had to join her and she could fall completely apart.

Bucky's strokes are getting haphazard now and when he comes, it doesn't feel like shooting off so early as finally getting there after one hell of a romp. He wants to feel Nat coming around him, though, so he's sliding his fingers up and down her clit, making as if he's sucking her off the way she'd done for him earlier.

"Come on, baby girl, I wanna feel you," he chokes out, fucking through his own orgasm and still going in hopes she can get what she needs before he starts to go down. "You feel so good, I just wanna get you there because I want to feel you and see that gorgeous face of yours."

The sudden rush of his climax triggered her own, and Natalia stiffened in James's grasp, her breath coming on short, stilted little gasps as she strained, heaved, and squeezed him tight. Her eyes slammed closed, but she dug her fingernails into his back, driving her hips against his, keening his name in a breathlessly desperate voice.

Lips parted, scarlet framing her face, she rode it out, voice hitching as she shuddered and spasmed in his grasp, taking her pleasure from his own, and she swore it might last forever, so intense and powerful was the shockwave that crashed over her.

When she finally came down, she couldn't even speak; she simply slumped in Bucky's arms, head resting on his shoulder as she fought to corral her galloping her heart, her shaky breath still coming in shallow little gasps.

Bucky strokes his hand along her back, fingertips light and soothing as he can make them. He wants Natalie to feel good and to feel cherished and he hopes that she does. He doesn't think he has another orgasm in him, not even a little bit, and he's smiling contentedly.

"You feeling all right, baby girl? You need anything?"

He reaches for the blanket to tug it up and over them so Natalie doesn't get cold and strokes her hair and her skin while she's coming down. It'd felt so goddamn good to come with her and it's something he's never experienced before.

She purred in sweet contentment, still unable to move about just yet. She went along when James laid them both back down, slipping beneath the bedspread and lying replete and sated in his arms. "...'m good," she murmured, nuzzling his nose with hers and smiling softly. Then she yawned. "Sleepy."

It felt like she could sleep for a week and never stir. Alas that she'd only be able to get a few hours, but they'd be good ones, cradled in these comforting arms. Smoothing a hand through his hair, Natalia let her fingertips then drift across Bucky's face, leaning in to kiss his lips softly, lingeringly.

"We can hold each other while we sleep, da?" Unaware she'd even spoken the word, she didn't wait for an answer; simply cuddled close against him, her arms around his waist and her head nestled beneath his chin. And just before she drifted off into sleep, she unconsciously murmured, "Spokoynoy nochi, moya zvezda..."

Bucky is dimly aware of the words she'd said as she'd fallen asleep and while he's gotten that they're Russian from her Ukrainian grandmother, he wishes he knew what they meant. She says them so tenderly, not in the teasing way she says other things, and he has no idea what that means.

Sleeping with her in his arms is good, though, and when he wakes up the next morning it looks like they haven't moved. Natalie is still curled up against him, mussed hair a crimson halo around her head, and he kisses the top of her head.

"I need to get in the shower, sweetheart. I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

At first, she didn't seem to want to let him out of her arms and up. Natalia scrunched her face, eyes still closed, and demurred with a groan, holding him tighter. But consciousness slowly began to penetrate, and she gradually opened her eyes, realizing with an abrupt start just where she was. And blinked, a little pink.

"--oh." And pulled away, tucking the blanket up beneath her arms and slowly sitting up. "Sure. Um...should I...well, I should probably head out, too." She ran a hand through her tangled curls, automatically looking around for her clothes. The room still smelled like sex, very good sex, her traitorous mind supplied, but she had only a few hours before reporting in for work.

...although she didn't exactly bounce right to her feet.

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