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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.

"If you wanna join me, shower's big enough for two," Bucky says, leaning in and kissing her forehead affectionately. "Might save you some time on the way home, at least.

And, frankly, he wasn't quite ready to let her go just yet. Getting his hands on those beautiful curves in the shower was just a bonus. He threads his hand through her soft hair, letting the curls twine around his fingers.

"Can I at least get you a cab? Where do you work - I can go ahead and have it ready and paid for and save you that expense."

Oh, such a temptation. She closed her eyes and purred into his affection, but by some miracle resisted the urge to devour his mouth with hers. But Natalia did stroke his cheek softly, giving him a gentle smile.

"I'd love to, really." But. "But, I need to go by my place first, change of clothes and all that." She went ahead and indulged herself a soft, but brief kiss. "And your friend's probably back by now, and we don't want to wake him up, do we?"

Regretfully - so regretfully - she carefully got out of bed and managed her underwear, at least, foregoing the stockings in favor of expediency. Slipping into her dress, she picked her stockings, gave them a questioning glance, then casually tossed them at James, still seated on the bed.

"To remember me by," she smirked. "Don't lose them, soldier."

Bucky looks down at them and then looks back at her, smirk on his face. Yeah, he'll be keeping these and maybe he'll have the chance to give them back to her some time soon. He softens that smirk into a smile, though, and tips his head with a question.

"I wanted to ask you something before you go - I know you said you got a little Russian from your grandmother. What's moya zveda? You called me that a couple times last night and it sounded kind of sweet when you said it but I didn't know what it was, exactly."

The intimacy of the conversation comes easier to him than he expected and he's curious as to the answer. Maybe it's something like "baby" and just something to say but it'd sounded so much more sincere than that.

She was in the process of pinning back her hair when the question caught her completely off guard. Had she said that? Dimly, she recalled that yes, yes, she had. Her expression went oddly blank for a split second, before she flushed, ducking her head a little girlishly. A contrived blush, something that had taken her ages to conquer.

"It means...it means 'my star', in English." Her mask was slowly slipping back into place; she was once more becoming the smooth, exotic creature from the night previous. "Just a little pet name we used to call each other, when we were younger." Out of all the lies she'd given him, that one had to be the largest.

As if it were nothing more, she turned on her toes and finished pinning her curls, gracefully slipping into her heels and picking up her discarded clutch. "I had a good time," she told him, honest this time, stepping back over and bending down to take a last long kiss for herself. "A very good time, James." And another.

But she made herself step back, smile appropriately, and nod towards his bedroom door. "Wanna walk me out?"

Bucky wonders how many stars she's had over the course of her life it's just a little pet name from her younger days because he's pretty damn sure it wasn't what she called her grandmother. It sounds more like something you'd call a lover and a serious one at that.

He doesn't have time to chew on it, though, because she wants to get walked out and he wants to do it. He dresses quickly in a pair of jeans that have seen better days and tugs a thick cable knit sweater over his head. It's blue, like his eyes, and is probably one of the few things he's let himself splurge on since getting made sergeant.

"I can still get you that cab, moya zveda, he says, trying the words out. He likes it, actually, but he'd only ever use it with her.

It was a little startling, hearing her own words in his mouth. It made her stomach lurch, just enough to be disturbing, and, for the first time, Natalia was actually glad she'd decided to get up and get out. This Bucky Barnes was just too damned tempting for his own good.

She paused at the door, gave him a glance over her shoulder, but had to smile because really, those words sounded beautiful on those lovely lips.

"...I'd like that, James. Spasibo." She chuckled, letting him open the door. "'Thank you', I meant." She took his arm with casual familiarity, covertly admiring that blue sweater, mostly because she knew exactly what lay beneath it. And those soft, faded jeans.

When they reached the sidewalk, however, she gave him a little tug and reached up to take his face in her hands. "You will be careful," she told him. "And come back, you hear? Promise me, James." She more than likely wouldn't be here when he did return, but he still deserved to live his life free of war, pain and death.

"Cross my heart," he says, drawing the little cross over his chest for good measure. "I'd...I'd like to write to you from the front, if you'd think that'd be all right. I don't have a girl and other than my sisters and Steve, I don't know who I would even write to. I'd like to know at least someone was thinking of me back home. Do you think I could do that?"

It's a very personal thing to ask, especially after only one night together, but he doesn't want to let Natalie go. Not like this. Not put in a cab in the early morning where she's nothing but a dream speeding down Franklin instead of something he can carry with him and hold on to. Is this just because he's getting shipped out? Bucky doesn't think so.

He hails the cab and rolls off a few bills before opening her door and bussing a kiss against her cheek. "You wanna give me your address, just call. If not...I'll be thinking about you regardless."

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