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Natasha blinked. "Oh. Well, do you want to go downstairs and watch tv?" Or something. She'd honestly thought they were going to eat ice cream on the terrace and watch the ocean. But apparently he was too wound up to just sit, so that was off of the table.

She tried a little smile, not really sure where to go from here. He'd put on pants, alas, but she really didn't need the visual to want him again. And again. And yet again.

"We can always put a movie on up here, I guess." There was a massive TV hanging on the wall across from the bed, between the two balcony doors, but since she'd been living here, she hadn't ever seen it even on. Decoration only, apparently.

"I guess I could go take a shower while you're busy..."

"You up for a walk on the beach? Then we could eat that ice cream afterward? I didn't forget about that part. If you're not, we can have the ice cream and watch a movie but shows always just wind me up. Sorry, you haven't been with me after one before."

It's going to be a regular occurrence after the kid's older, though, so getting a taste now might be for the best. He'd normally go and celebrate a little with the band but he'd pretty firmly wanted to go back home with Natasha instead of doing that. She hasn't had him all night so she should get him now.

"I just wanna spend time with you, yeah? I don't care what we do."

Unwinding from the small couch, Natasha gingerly reached for Bucky's hands, hooking his pinky fingers with her indexes. Lightly swinging their hands from side to side, she made a counteroffer. "You...wanna go downstairs and make out on the terrace? There's still enough wood in the firepit for a nice fire. And the chaise is big enough for both of us... I'll get a blanket while you light the fire?"

She didn't want to walk. What she really wanted to do was throw him down on that mattress over there and fuck him until the sun rose, but that would be too brash. And for her, the Ice Queen, downright unthinkable. So she had to come up with options.

Damn these hormones.

"See? You have all the great ideas," Bucky says, leaning in and kissing the tip of her nose. "Let me throw on a shirt and get that fire lit so we won't freeze and we can go make out on a piece of furniture big enough for the two of us. I'm gonna fix that couch situation, though," he says. "Just not tonight."

It's cool enough for a sweatshirt but Bucky just tugs on a long-sleeved t-shirt instead and shoves his feet into slippers (yeah, it's girly and yeah, he's not giving them up). There's no point in real shoes if they're just going onto the terrace anyway.

It doesn't take long to get a fire started either, not with the nice firepit he has out here, and he's relaxing on the chaise by the time Natasha gets there.

"Hey. Can I talk a woman like you into sharing a piece of furniture with a guy like me?"

Natasha made sure to brush her teeth before going downstairs - and added a shimmering layer of pina colada lip gloss, too - and emerged on the patio with a large fleece blanket, only to drop it at the foot of the chaise and slide right into her fiance's arms, immediately finding his mouth with hers and kissing him soundly.

More than willing, she draped her arms around his neck and wiggled across him to rest against the couch arm, pulling him half-over her in the process. The fire was so warm, and Bucky even more so; Natasha sighed happy contentment into his mouth, wanting more.

When they finally came up for air, the redhead was already panting softly. "Your pickup lines, James Barnes," she quipped in a breathy voice, "are pathetically corny."

God, it's a good kiss, and he doesn't know where this new Natasha has come from but she'd been bold as hell earlier in his dressing room and now she's kissing him like she needs air and he's the only way to get it. And it feels good to be wanted this way. She's moved to his room, sure, and while he loves that he's wanted this, the easiness, and he hopes whatever's gotten into her doesn't run away again.

"Worked, didn't it? You're over here kissing me instead of losing my number so I'd say it's a pretty damn good pickup line. I might even use it again and see if I can get another kiss out of it."

He's teasing her, sure, but he loves being able to do this and not upset her or make her feel awkward.

She gave him that flat look of amused exasperation, more prominent now than it had been in weeks before, but her eyes always twinkled, regardless. "Maybe I just took pity on you," she retorted, wrinkling her nose at him. Natasha pulled him down for another kiss, this one no less torrid than the last. "Maybe I just like kissing you," she whispered into the bare centimeters between them. "You're a helluva kisser, Bucky Barnes."

Ice cream had been forgotten, along with the apple pie recommendation. There were treats far more delicious waiting; the best was in her arms, hovering over her with a crooked smile and boyish blue eyes. "You can have more kisses," she promised, damn near feeling drunk on them just now. "As many as you want, baby."

This isn't like Natasha but he isn't complaining, either. He prefers this cuddly, flirty Natasha over an unsure one and it's a lot easier to lean in and kiss her (especially because she called him baby and he's not sure she's done that before) instead of talking. Her lips taste like pina colada, some kind of lipgloss, and he wants more and more of it.

They're both under the blanket so he doesn't feel bad about running a hand under her shirt and letting it rest against the curve of her waist. He can feel a little bit of a curve that he knows is the baby but it's not big enough to show unless you're looking for it.

"Turned me on what you did earlier," he says, tugging his lips away from hers to whisper up against her ear. "Not used to that."

He left her with her head spinning, and Natasha took a ragged breath when she finally could, lashes closed and lips parted. She felt him sneak beneath her sweater, rough fingers splayed against her waist, where a little more roundness was arriving, and it made her shiver.

"...neither am I," she confessed, feeling her cheeks heat when she recalled her brazenness of earlier. "...couldn't help it," she said by way of explanation. "The music, all of that energy...and you, looking like some sort of rock god, up there on that stage..."

It'd been a miracle he'd made through the entire set without her rushing the front.

"Made me realize," Natasha finally said, opening her eyes and meeting Bucky's gaze, "just how lucky I was, being able to go home with you."

"Oh? You like the show, then," Bucky says, laughing lowly. "You like that man on the stage? Well, you're right about getting to come home with me. Only one who does. Everyone else just has to think about it in their little beds at night."

He slides his hand up a little more and slides his mouth down her neck in a long string of kisses.

"But look at you. You get to have the whole man in your bed at night. You can have me whenever you want me."

Natasha obligingly tipped her head aside to give him room, shivering at the press of those warm, smooth lips to her tingling skin. She cradled the back of his head, fingers running through Bucky's still damp hair, and smoothed her free hand beneath his arm to hold him close.

"Yeah," she agreed, smiling softly. "I hit the jackpot." And then some. "But I did like the show. Very much." God, so much. "I honestly didn't realize that it was so...addictive." Like a drug. Or overly active hormones.

She met his eyes fully, still a little breathless. "...can I have you right here?" One hand smoothed down his chest, plucking at his shirt. "Right now?"

Bucky laughs, a warm sound, and he nods enthusiastically. "You know you never really have to ask if I wanna be with you, don't you? Because the answer is pretty much always yes as long as I'm awake and healthy. Shit, I would even do half asleep."

Or getting woken up but maybe that's a little much for this newly brave Natasha so he doesn't want to push it just yet.

"You got some ideas about how you wanna do it? Because you're in charge right now, not me. You can have whatever you want."

Rather than answer with words, Natasha simply wiggled around on the chaise until she was lying across its length, and due to her grip, Bucky had to go with her, or else fall right onto the interlocking brick floor. Then her hands busied themselves with getting his pants down over his hips as she lifted her head to claim his mouth again, eager, agile tongue sliding between his lips to tease his own. She licked at him just as her small, clever fingers found his cock, and Natasha moaned as she gave it a tantalizing squeeze.

Half of the blanket had slid off to the floor, but there was more than enough heat from the fire and the inferno strengthening between the musician and the lawyer, writhing against each other beneath the star-studded Malibu sky.

She'd been alone for so long, and Natasha had finally realized she didn't have to be lonely anymore. The energy of the music, the lights, and the show had woken that part of her soul that craved, and she was more than determined to take her fair share. As much as he would give.

Well, shit. It seems like Natasha has finally figured out that he's here for the taking and if he'd realized it'd just take a show to do it, he would have planned a local concert long before now. Bucky moans against her mouth when she wraps her hand around his cock and he kisses her fiercely, one hand weaving into thick, red curls.

He'd just had sex earlier but that doesn't matter because he's more than ready to go again and probably another time after that if she's interested. Right now, though, he shifts so he can move his hips under her hand and slides his free hand up her shirt so he can touch more of her skin.

Natasha blinked awake several hours later, Brooklyn greeting Anita at the kitchen door with a few happy woofs. It was Saturday, she dizzily recalled, the night after the big charity concert. And she was currently lying on a chaise lounge on the first floor terrace, covered by a large plush blanket and a rather nicely-muscled tattooed arm. And the arm was attached to a rather nicely-built body, which was, surprisingly, naked beneath the blanket. Even more surprisingly, so was she.

--oh.

Now completely awake, Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat and hurried to sit up, tugging the blanket with her as she heard Anita make her way further into the house. Jesus God, and they'd left the patio doors open, too! But before she could leap up to the second floor balcony, or, better, dissolve into an invisible puddle right there on the terrace, she heard the cheery housekeeper call out, "Buenos dias, Missus Tasha!" Then a decidedly amused laugh followed, with, "I guess the concert last night was a huge success, si?"

It takes Bucky a moment to actually wake up but when he does, he realizes they'd fallen asleep outside on the terrace and that Anita is calling out to them. Well, shit. He reaches down for his clothes and tries to get dressed while still under the blanket and not uncovering Natasha; this is way too much activity for this early in the morning.

"Babe, just...roll off me for a second but keep the blanket over us. It's gonna take some gymnastics but I'll distract her while you get dressed? We can get away with this one."

Hopefully, anyway.

Natasha quickly ducked beneath the blanket, groping around for her discarded clothes. She found her shirt, but her pants were just out of her reach. Bucky was struggling to get into his own bottoms, and Natasha heard him call a greeting to Anita just as he rose from the chaise, covered from the waist down.

Taking advantage of having the entire blanket for herself now, Natasha squirmed around until she could reach her pants, wiggling into everything from beneath her fabric shield. But being clothed again didn't stop her cheeks from flaming, smile abashed as she hurriedly rolled the blanket up in her arms.

She heard Anita inquiring what they'd like for breakfast, and thankfully Bucky answered, and Natasha let him do so for her, and she scooted up the stairs as soon as she was able. She felt sticky and gross, and a quick shower was first on her list.

Among other talents, Bucky is good at distraction, and he fills Anita in on the concert and how well it had gone while she cooks them both breakfast and then she says she's going to get started on the laundry if he wants to take something up to Natasha. Crisis averted, apparently, and he's glad for it.

He puts their omelets on plates and loads up a tray with juice and toast in addition before carrying it upstairs. Maybe Natasha can get some of it down if not all of it and she might want to eat out of sight instead of in front of Anita.

The shower is going so he sets the tray down and sticks his head in the bathroom. "Got breakfast for when you're done."

She didn't linger in the shower; Bucky's mother and sisters wanted to meet for lunch later on today. No rest for the affianced and pregnant, she thought, rolling her eyes as she toweled off. The smell of breakfast reached her nose not long after, and she emerged from the bathroom in a plush lavender robe, rubbing her damp hair as she made her way over to the vanity she'd brought in with the rest of her belonging.

"Smells good," she remarked, reaching eagerly for the juice. After drinking half of it, she said, "That was...a little embarrassing." Chinks pink, she peeked up at her intended, asking, "Was Anita very amused?"

"If she was, she didn't let on," Bucky says. "I think she probably knew because there's nothing that woman doesn't know but I think she knows not to mention it. I wasn't really ever in the habit of bringing a whole bunch of people back here and you're my fiancee, so it's a little less...salacious, I guess, and more amusing."

Bucky starts in on his food before speaking again. "It's not like she's going to say anything. She's worked for me for ages and she loves you so two engaged people having sex isn't really a weird thing. Well, shit, we were just sleeping. So not even having sex."

Thinking back over the entire situation, Natasha had to smile, then eventually chuckle a small laugh of her own. "Yeah," she agreed, "you're probably right. She's such a sweet lady, I feel like she's the grandmother I never had."

Pulling her plate into her lap, she started on her omelet and hash brown, cutting small pieces for each bite. "And she's the most amazing cook, too."

Although it was a little surprising that given his celebrity status, Bucky seldom entertained at his own house. It was certainly large enough to hold a mob.

"What are you doing today?" Natasha's prospective mother-in-law had insisted that this luncheon be a ladies only affair, so none of the men had been invited.

"Probably going to see if Steve will come shoot pool with me later," Bucky says. "It's the weekend and I never get him during the school year unless I pull him away from all the damn work they give him. It's not enough for him to teach all day - he's gotta bring it all home at night too. Carol's going to be with you guys or I'd ask her too."

Despite appearances, Carol did like girly stuff and this luncheon was definitely that.

"Trying to keep it low key since I had a performance last night. It always kind of wears you out after the concert high."

All the girls, good Lord. Natasha wasn't sure about this, but she trusted Winnie, at least as much as she could, and hopefully the salon would have a table away from the windows and all the cameras. Well, no one knew who she was, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"Makes sense," she agreed. "It'll be nice for the two of you to have a day." Finishing her omelet, she set the plate aside and raised her eyebrows. "Do you know that your sister is completely head-over-heels for him? How long as that been going on?"

"Probably since she was a teenager, honestly," Bucky says. "She needs to just say something to him because Steve is never going to take a hint. I'd tell him but he probably wouldn't believe me. I think it'd go over better if she just asked him out directly."

Bucky taps his chin for a moment, thinking. "I don't think he'll say no. I think it probably hasn't occurred to him because all Steve thinks about is his job. But Becca's a great girl so he'd be stupid to say no. She just needs to ask him. Maybe you and Carol can twist her arm at this girl thing of yours today."

Natasha turned to the mirror to begin her "going out" ablutions, beginning with adding leave-in conditioner to her damp curls. "She's a wonderful girl," she agreed. "They'd really make the cutest couple." Although it was easy to think that Becca might be afraid that Steve would say no because of their already-close relationship; what would happen if things didn't work out?

But Natasha was hardly one to give anyone relationship advice, really.

And since Steve was Bucky's best man, and Becca had won out to be Natasha's maid of honor, who knew what would happen between them?

"We have that rehearsal supper tomorrow night," she remarked, gingerly applying light touches of makeup, "and then the agency meeting Monday morning." Where the band's new album set would be revealed, as well as the upcoming nuptials of the Winter Soldier's lead singer and world's most eligible bachelor. A guaranteed headache, all around.

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