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]

[ 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.

[ostavil]

( His house is small but Daphne is also small so it is easy to pick her up and hold her close while he navigates the stairs up to the little lofted bedroom he has. He thinks it's probably a good idea he redesigned this place a little while he rebuilt it because the old version of the house wouldn't have allowed for this.

Once they're upstairs, he lays Daphne on the bed gently. )

You can tell me if you want to stop. That still applies, all right?

[marriageable]

[ Caught off guard, she ropes her arms closer around his neck, stomach flipping. Nobody has picked her except for her brothers in play, and her father before them. She bites her lip once he stretches her out on the bed—his bed—the shirt riding up her thighs. Without thinking, she reaches to pull it down, then stops, instead relaxing her hands on her stomach. She nods, a little nauseous. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky takes his time pushing up the shirt and then he only pushes up just under her breasts so her stomach is exposed but she isn't completely naked yet. It's a lot at once, he thinks, and he doesn't want Daphne to get overwhelmed.

He touches at her underwear and they're damp from the rain, sure, but he thinks they're damp from want too. )

I'm gonna take these off. You're okay with that?

[marriageable]

[ The touch comes almost unexpected. Her stomach jumps, lips parting, a puff of hot air. Daphne barely touches herself there; even the lightest of touch from his fingers running against the fabric, directly over her most sensitive of places, is a vast difference from her own.

Quietly, closing her eyes, she lifts her hips to help. The cool air against her needy cunt makes her clench around nothing, wet and messy. Her heart races. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky slides his right thumb over her cunt, testing how wet she is, and pleased with himself when Daphne is soaked. He's done a good job working her up without even touching her and that's pretty good for someone who hasn't had sex in as long as he has.

He kneels at the edge of the bed and slides his hands under her to pull her close to his mouth, her legs over his broad shoulders. He nuzzles her thigh before sliding his tongue against her in a first taste. She's perfect. )

[marriageable]

[ Cold air, his thumb—she almost twists away, a sharp exhale from her throat. But that’s nothing compared to when he replaces it with his tongue. Surprise and pleasure, bleating out of her. She tries to pull away at once, out of shock, a whimper on her lips and her cunt shiny with want. ]

James—

[ostavil]

( Bucky lifts his head for a moment so he can look at her and make sure that she's all right; this is new for her and he needs to be careful with it. )

You're all right. I wouldn't do anything that feels bad, I promise.

( He dips his head again to taste her, slow so he doesn't worry her or make her feel afraid, and he reaches for her hand with his left to hold it. )

[marriageable]

[ Daphne calms, incrementally, at the gentleness of his voice, then more when he reassures her. It’s what she needs to hear, to the letter.

He promises.

She believes him.

The next slide of his tongue is slower, less of a shock; this time he gets her hips rising a little, pressing into his mouth. ]

[ostavil]

( Daphne lifts her hips and presses up against his mouth and that just makes him want her more. He wants her all over his face, wants to know she's trembling in pleasure because of something he did. He presses a finger against her, dipping inside but not pushing in, and tries to see how she reacts to it. If she pulls away, he'll take it away and just use his mouth for now. )

[marriageable]

[ She doesn’t. The tip of his finger is squeezed by her cunt, opening up for him like a promise, a stray drop of wetness slipping out of her and down, missed by his mouth. She pushes for him to continue, a little whimper again, this time in lust rather than fear. ]

[ostavil]

( Daphne's noises sound more like wanting than fear so he slides his finger in and lets it sit for a moment before easing another in beside it. Bucky's pretty sure he could do this all day, just have his mouth on her until she comes all over him, but he knows that she'll finish sooner than he wants her to. )

[marriageable]

Oh, [ she gasps, tensing around the second introduction, stretching to fit them. Two of his fingers are like three, maybe four of hers, she thinks, but she’s wet enough that it’s not uncomfortable. Wet enough that when his fingers begin to move, it’s noisy, filling his bedroom with what he’s doing to her, done to her, and her face and chest burn with embarrassment. ]

[ostavil]

( He loves the noise. He loves knowing that Daphne feels good and isn't shy about showing it to him even if they come from way different places and modesty is a hell of a lot more important to her than it is to him. She isn't reserved in here with him and that's all he could hope for and more.

He keeps sucking at her while moving his fingers, trying to get her to come and let go of all the tension he can feel strung up in her body. )

[marriageable]

[ In time, her thighs cage his face in, and her fingers reach for his head, looking down her body to watch him as he works her open. They meet eyes.

The building tension is familiar now; she knows what’s coming, and she lets it happen, panting harder, unable to take her eyes off him.

She stills quite suddenly, and tips over with a cry to punctuate her undoing, squeezing his fingers. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky hadn't expected her to actually look down at him when she came and for those few moments, he thinks he might be worth something and entitled to be here instead of stealing some other man's wife.

He doesn't lift his head until she's stopped trembling and when she does, he gently eases his fingers out. )

You're pretty perfect, Daphne Bridgerton. You know that?

[marriageable]

[ The onslaught of pleasure lasts a while, and when it calms, she’s left blissed out, entirely relaxed. Her legs dangle from his shoulders, her heart thudding in her chest, still slowing.

She can only laugh, cheeks flush with dew. Her fingers stroke his hair. ] So I’ve been told. It’s hardly true.

[ostavil]

No, I'm pretty sure it's true. I know exactly what I'm talking about down here, after all. I'm an expert.

( Her hand is in his hair and he rests against her thigh for a moment before gently shifting her legs off his shoulders so he can stand. She looks good in just his shirt and nothing else and Bucky wonders if he can just freeze this little moment in time. )

I think I'm overdressed for our party.

[marriageable]

[ Bucky Barnes’ new career path: OBGYN.

Languidly, Daphne rises to her elbows. She looks fairly fucked out already, especially with her hair down and air dried. ]

I am in agreement. You are terribly overdressed for the occasion. [ She’s not sure she could undress him if she tried, though, so she will simply watch. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky laughs, dipping his head down so he's not looking at her when he does. He isn't used to having anyone praise him about anything - physical or otherwise - so it feels good to have the attention from her. )

Do you want to come help me maybe? I might have trouble getting undressed with such a gorgeous woman in the room.

[marriageable]

You would make me rise? After that? [ Playful. She does indeed rise and move forward, so that she’s kneeling on the edge of the bed right before him. His shirt slips over one of her shoulders, exposing the skin there, while she has to push back the sleeves to her elbows. She’s petite, swallowed by his shirt. ] Where shall I start?

[ostavil]

Anywhere you want to start but if you want ideas, we'll go shirt first.

( He's intending to get hers off as soon as he can, after all, so it's only fair. )

[marriageable]

[ She pushes the fabric up, stopping when she gets to his shoulders to let him take over, staring openly at his chest as he gets it off. Her fingers reach forth, the very tips stroking down, tracing muscle. ]