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rain meme for marriageable

( 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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( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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. )

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. ]

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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?

[ 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.

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.

[ 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. ]

( 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.

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?

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. )

[ 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. ]

( Daphne looks a little deer in the headlights but it's in a good way and Bucky's glad that she likes what she sees because he's always a little self-conscious about his arm no matter how long he's had it.

He makes a low sound as she touches him and lets her explore for now. )

I'm guessing I'm up to a duchess's standards?

[ She hums in the back of her throat, vague agreement, rubbing her fingers against a pale scar on his stomach, lingering, before she stops at his waistband and looks up in question. She’s used to being the one being dressed, not doing the undressing, and his very modern belt is a bit of a question mark. ]

( Some of his scars are sensitive and that's one of them so Bucky makes a soft noise before realizing Daphne's not pulling at his belt. Oh, right. Modern clothes. He guides her hands to it and helps her. )

You just slip it through the buckle. Like shoes, if you've seen shoes with buckles?

[ She’s a quick study, but she savors the feeling of his hands over hers. Showing her. Biting her lip, she pulls it free. The zipper she figures out on her own, looking up again for approval before she tugs his jeans over his hips. ] Like this?

Yeah, exactly.

( Bucky is a little breathless because he's so turned on he thinks he might die from it but he holds on because he wants her so badly. )

It's my turn to see you now. I let you hide before.

[ She drops her hands from him, her own breathing uneven, stomach flipping. A nod, and she lifts her arms for him to take off the borrowed shirt. She won’t hide now. ]

( Bucky takes off the shirt and drops it to the floor before sucking in a breath. She's as beautiful as he expected she'd be but even still, it's one thing to imagine and another to actually see. He slips his hands down to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. )

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

[ There’s an instance of nerves, to be so bare in front of a man when she has never been before. Never known this level of exposure, Bucky’s eyes roving over every inch of her body. She feels overheated.

A squeal as he drags her to him, and then she’s laughing, throwing her arms about his neck. ] You have been deceived, my good sir. I am anything but.

Nah, I know what I'm talking about. You're gorgeous and you know it. No point in being shy about it, Daphne.

( Bucky tips his head down to kiss her and holds her close while he does, letting her feel exactly what she does to him. He hadn't thought he'd ever have anything like this again and now it's just fallen into his hands so easily. )

[ The kiss sears through her, reigniting her arousal, her fingers slipping to the nape of his neck. The hard angles of his body press against hers. Needy, her body buzzing with heat, she breaks away to voice the obvious: ]

I want you.

[ She’s not perfectly sure what that entails, but she knows she wants more of this. ]

( That, he can give her, so when he presses her back against the bed and covers her, he cages her in with his body. Daphne's small, so he knows he probably needs to go slow to start, but that's not a problem. It's never a problem.

When he presses into her, she's so tight that he lets out a low moan and he pulls her legs up around his hips so he can go deeper. )

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