rain meme for marriageable

[ostavil]

( It's been a few weeks since he'd met Daphne trying to clear debris from the big storm that basically wrecked all of September and there's another storm coming down but at least this time it's rain and not sticky lorasses or something even more unpleasant. It's not the best weather but he's still glad he managed to get the roof and sides back onto his house before it came up; being outside in this is not his idea of a good time.

That's why he's incredibly confused when there's a blurry figure outside in this weather. There's a crack of lightning and he can see a little more clearly - it's Daphne, soaked through her sky-blue dress and her hair plastered to her head. He throws his door open and motions her inside. He had rebuilt his house a little bigger than he'd found it but it's still small so they'll be close but at least she'll be dry. )

Why are you walking around in this? You could have called or something.

( It's not said with admonishment or anything like that. Daphne's a grown woman and perfectly entitled to walk around in the rain if she wants to but she looks smaller, somehow, with all her clothes dripping with water. She doesn't even have a hat. Damn. )

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[marriageable]

[ Daphne didn’t even piece together what ‘sleep with me’ meant; she’s thoroughly unprepared for what he follows with, though her body is anything but.

Warmth spreads across her lower belly, working its way down to between her thighs. A similar warmth blooms in her face.

When she speaks, it’s breathy, but not repudiation. Her hand has not budged. ]

What... stuff? [ Humor her. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky huffs lightly and shakes his head. She hasn't pulled away and her cheeks look a little warm but it could be from the fire. )

I shouldn't be thinking about going to bed with someone else's wife but I think about it almost all the time when I'm with you, Daphne. I'm not going to drag you off or anything - I'm not and have never been that kind of guy - but I think about it from time to time.

( All the time. )

[marriageable]

[ Oh.

She will be requiring a moment to let that sink in, stomach lodged in her throat. She doesn’t entirely know what he could mean by going to bed with, but she’s gleaned it is the very thing her mother and Simon spoke of, without ever properly telling her.

She can’t manage to make her voice much louder than a whisper, and her hand is clammy between the two of his. ]

Are you thinking of it now?

[ostavil]

Hard not to be, considering you're not wearing anything but my shirt. I was just trying to be a gentleman about it so you wouldn't slap me into next month.

( He draws her hand up and kisses the inside of her wrist. )

What are you thinking about?

[marriageable]

[ A breath punches out of her the second lips meet skin, an unmistakable noise, and one that humbles her thoroughly. That particular spot is sensitive. Shame ripens in her chest, but want is climbing higher and higher, overtaking it.

After an internal struggle, a decision is reached. ]

I’m thinking...

[ She’s thought too much as it is. Suddenly, impulsively, she closes the space between them to press her lips to his. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky doesn't know if he should have expected the kiss or not but once she's kissing him, all the concerns he had about her being married and him being a bad person seem to melt away. He works his hands into her still-damp hair and slants his mouth over hers. She might have made the first move but he isn't someone who is passive about anything - not anymore - and he prefers to be the one in control of where things are going. )

[marriageable]

[ That suits Daphne just fine. She isn’t particularly passive either, for all she might subscribe to some traditional aspects. That said, she has very little experience when it comes to kissing, having just the two under her belt, and she’s learning she quite enjoys a man that takes charge. She melts into his grip; he can fully guide her. She leans into the fact he knows what he’s doing here, and into him, opening her mouth under the persistence of his. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky hasn't kissed anyone since '45 but he thinks this would be among his best kisses anyway. He manages a little while before he has to break away and just pull her into his lap before he can go any further. )

If you want to stop, you need to let me know, because I don't want to stop at all.

[marriageable]

[ She wouldn’t know if he had kissed somebody the day before, but she thinks not. If feels as if he saved this for her.

The longer they kiss, the more heat flares in her. She’s panting when he deposits her into his lap, as if she weighs no more than a feather. That alone, and the heat of him and his strong arms around her turns her on even more. She gasps for breath, heart pounding already, the implications of what he says stirring a moral dilemma. She shoves it away, deep down.

She wants this. Why should she be denied it, even here?

Her fingers cup his jaw, lifting it, and she presses her mouth again to his, parting only a few millimeters. ]

I don’t want you to stop.

[ostavil]

Then I won't.

( Part of him thinks she should be more informed about, well, everything that has to do with him but he thinks if he sits and talks about his own body and everything that's been done to it to make him not-quite-human he'll lose his nerve. Besides, she's seen how strong he is already. It isn't like he keeps it a secret.

He moves his left hand to brace her back while he slips the right down to cover her knee while they're kissing, his fingertips touching the hem of the shirt's she's wearing. )

[marriageable]

[ Kissing becomes progressively easier, more natural. She finds she likes the wet slide of his tongue against hers. The taste. Just him.

She knows she’s signed up for something, though what continues to elude her, but her body still jumps at the bare fingers on her knee, slipping a breadth back to look down at his hand, the play of it against her—his shirt. Oh. The underclothes she wears are damp from the rain, but a new wetness joins it. She catches herself nodding as she kisses his mouth again, breathless. Inviting. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky slides his hand up higher on her thigh, up under the edge of the shirt, and breaks the kiss from her lips only to move them to trace along her jaw and along her neck. )

You have no idea how much I want you.

[marriageable]

[ His lips against the line of her jaw, her throat. She squirms, fingers finding his hair to sweep through. A sweet moan buds out of her. She would be abashed, if not for how aroused she was. ]

Show me, then.

[ostavil]

If you want me to really show you, we're gonna have to go back up those stairs again. I need more room to work with.

( If Daphne says no, then Bucky has an idea of how far he can push things but if she says yes and agrees to go back up to bed with him? Well, that opens a whole new world of possibilities. )

[marriageable]

Why not here?

[ Genuinely, she doesn’t know. Daphne presses a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, too, partly an attempt to convince him, she can be very persuasive, but mostly because she doesn’t want to stop kissing him. ]

[ostavil]

I think you deserve better than a couch or the floor if I'm going to really get my mouth on you, that's all. It's a matter of pride.

( Bucky laughs softly, though, and smooths his hand over her hair. )

But if you can't manage to stop long enough, I can be creative.

[marriageable]

[ Wait.

She pulls back incrementally, confusion and arousal at war. ]

Your mouth?

[ostavil]

( Bucky frowns a little and his brows draw together. )

You're married and your husband hasn't...Daphne, you mean to tell me that your husband hasn't kissed you anywhere other than your mouth?

[marriageable]

[ She laughs, too, but the sound is incredulous, and she links her arms around his neck. ]

Well, he’s kissed my hand, and my neck. Where else would he?

[ostavil]

( Bucky blinks at her slowly for a moment in disbelief. Her hand and her neck. That's it? That's all he's taken when he's been married to a woman as beautiful as Daphne? )

Between your thighs, Daphne. If I have to be vulgar about it, I absolutely will, but I think you can figure that one out.

[marriageable]

[ MAJOR deja vu happening here.

She shifts on his lap, the reason known to both of them, but in mounting disbelief. ]

Whatever for? That sounds rather... Uncouth. [ Fingers were one thing. Mouth??? You eat with that! ]

[ostavil]

Maybe I'm an uncouth kinda guy but I promise you, it feels good. Probably the best feeling you'll have in your life. Of course, if it's too uncouth, I could just not do it.

( He's playing now, clearly teasing. )

That husband of yours ever make you come, Daphne?

[marriageable]

[ She might have felt some mild revulsion, but there’s climbing curiosity as well. Indignant, she pouts at him for teasing her. ]

You’re acting ghastly, you know. I don’t know what any of these words mean.

[ She thinks about it, though, and gives a small shake of her head. Simon has barely looked at her since she forced his hand into marriage. ]

Do you promise it’ll feel good?

[ostavil]

I promise it will. I wouldn't even think about doing it if I didn't think it would feel good for you. That's more important than anything else.

( This, he's sincere about, because he wants Daphne to trust him. )

[marriageable]

Hm.

[ Thinking, she presses her lips to the tip of his nose, struck as she does that everything she’s done since she climbed into his lap has been unprecedented.

Everything here will be new to her.

She drops another kiss to his mouth. ]

Okay.