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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."

The request, such a simple thing, really, had her absolutely speechless, because never, in all of her training, all of her brutal, razor-sharp training, had anyone educated her on what to do with simple, perfect sincerity. Her tongue, usually so glib and quick to prevaricate, froze to the roof of her mouth, and all Natalia could do was nod, close her eyes when he smooched her cheek, squeeze his hand tightly, pull him back for a single swift kiss, then escape into the waiting taxi before she did something irrevocably unwise.

Such as stay.

But she couldn't, it simply wasn't possible. She was likely in a world of trouble over the past night's transgressions, although she hadn't technically jeopardized her mission in any way. Howard Stark was still her priority one, regardless of a certain pair of lovely blue eyes that kept intruding in her mind's eye, coupled with a smooth Brooklyn baritone that still had the power to make her knees dangerously weak.

She could never see him again. It was the wiser course. For both of their sakes.

Bucky hadn't expected to see her again, honestly, but when he gets his orders he gets another shock in a long string of them over the course of the last month. Steve's gotten recruited for some super soldier program which clearly had worked and he's supposed to be captain over an elite strike team. There's a demo expert, a stealth expert - honestly, Bucky has no idea why he's there since he's not exactly anything special in spite of being a decently ranked officer.

Steve had insisted though and had played up Bucky's scores in marksmanship back in basic so he'd been tasked to learn a couple new sniper rifles and an RPG that was so secret that he had to keep it in pieces inside a trombone case so nobody would get the bright idea to try and steal the damn thing.

One person he hadn't expected with Stark was Natalie, his Natalie, and she was running around like business as usual. Stark's a flirt and Bucky wants to break his fingers every time he touches Natalie but he's got to remember that Natalie is not, in fact, his girl. He manages to catch her during one of his rare breaks and they're semi alone.

"I didn't know you worked for him," Bucky says softly.

She'd thrown herself back into her assignment after that fateful morning. Stark's laboratory and armory had never run smoother. The busier she kept herself, the less she was able to remember. Save for when she collapsed into bed in the early morning hours, and let herself get lost in blue eyes, sweet kisses, and gentle hands. But in truth, Stark's work for the military had all of his staff working long hours, irregular and secretive.

But the biggest shock she'd never expected to have occurred some eight days after she left James Barnes standing on the sidewalk; Stark had agreed to outfit one of the Army's new elite units with some of his prototype weaponry and defensive arrays, and she was more than a little stunned to nearly run right into a pair of baby-blue eyes she'd recognize blindfolded.

Thank God Howard didn't give her much time to dwell, however; they had to outfit several commandos in less than forty-eight hours. Which required precise measurements for each soldier. She worked close at Howard's elbow, taking down his rambling notes and making sense of his scatter-brained babblings for explanation later.

And naturally, she found herself in a small alcove with a certain Sergeant while the others drifted here and there, Howard and the Major having gone off to tend to some small but important issue in his office. She was hyper-aware of those eyes on her, felt the weight of their touch, even. But she was determined to keep her demeanor politely professional, even when the opening salvo came.

She glanced up from her clipboard, gave him a slight smile, and shrugged lightly. "You didn't ask."

"But you had to have known I was being recruited," Bucky presses on, not really sure where they stand. He'd thought he'd get orders to the front, not something special like this, and he has no idea how or why he's ended up with Stark's elite unit other than being friends with Steve and possibly through Natalie. He thinks it's much more likely it's the former; Steve could sell him as an ice supplier to eskimos and be successful.

"I'm supposed to get fitted for some new kind of armor. I'm not going to be wearing fatigues," Bucky says, shrugging a little. "They're making me a sniper because I've got a good eye and steady hands." It's sort of a strange thing to think about, being out of the way of hand to hand combat while Steve's in the thick of it, but he's got his orders.

"Anyway, I don't mean to keep you. I was just surprised to see you again because I figured...well, as much as I wanted, I figured you didn't want to bother considering my number'd be coming up soon.

"I know. I need your measurements. Turn around." She unwrapped a measuring tape from her wrist and began taking measurements, across the shoulders, down each arm, torso, waist, hips, and length of leg. She kept her movements precise and professional, never mind how her hands wanted to linger, perhaps wander, reacquaint themselves with the body beneath that dress uniform.

"Howard didn't get the updated roster until late last night. He's been running himself ragged, trying to fill all these requisition orders." She made a few notes on her clipboard. "I knew about Erskine's experiment with Captain Rogers, Howard had to assist on that one, since it was his machine that they used..." and here she paused, pen in hand. "...but I didn't know Rogers was your friend, James."

And she hadn't.

A brief glance across the room revealed the other soldiers kibitzing among themselves; Stark and the Major were still in his office, now with Captain Rogers with them, too.

She crossed her arms over the clipboard, holding it against her chest. "...it wasn't like that. That I didn't want to bother, James." She kept her voice low, hushed. "I just...didn't think it was the best decision. You were leaving, and..."

"Natalie! Natalie, come here a minute, would ya?"

Howard's voice jolted her out of her thoughts, and she immediately stiffened, whirled around in a flare of red curls and hurried over, holding out her notes for Stark to take and all but usher her into the office with the others.

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