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 smiles, the sort that reaches her eyes and crinkles them. Both of her hands reach to cup his face. ]

My mother would love you, James Barnes. And I adore you.

[ostavil]

Well, I can't ask for more than that. I adore you, too, Daphne Bridgerton. And hey - you're allowed to have any life you want here. I bet that means a lot more freedom than the stuff you've got going back home.

( He doesn't want to allude to it more than that but he wants her to know that she'll have freedom. )

[marriageable]

[ It is something she’s given thought before. She nods, but brightens as she gets on her toes, pulling him down to meet her mouth again. She’s a simple woman. What she wants right now is him.

It’s a heated kiss; she thinks she’s getting the hang of this. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky is a little surprised the kiss is so heated considering how upside down things went earlier but he's not put off by it; he's the opposite of put out and he spans her waist with his hands as he deepens the kiss. She's probably the smallest woman he's ever been with in his entire life but that makes him want to protect her and keep her safe - even from him. )

[marriageable]

[ His hands overlap where they rope around her waist; something about that is deeply satisfying, her hindbrain going wild at the realization. Aroused, she pulls him closer with her hand in his hair, licking the inside of his mouth, pressing her front against his. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky doesn't want to mess this up again. He thinks they're in a better place now that they've cleared the air but he doesn't want to go and get turned on and then make Daphne think he's after sex again after they just discussed how it's not about sex. And it's not. But he hasn't had sex in a long time and the earlier attempt had frustrated him a little even if it wasn't Daphne's fault at all.

Still, it's a kiss right now, and he nips a little at her lower lip with his teeth just to show her that he wants her, not enough to remotely hurt. )

[marriageable]

[ She likes that, letting him know plainly with an approving mewl; when she pulls away, her chest is rising and falling erratically, eyes glazed over, and tugs on him to pick her up as he had before. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky thinks about asking her if she's sure but he thinks that qualifies as "not listening" and will just wind them right back around to the earlier argument. He's not going to try intercourse again without her specifically asking for it, though, and even then he's going to spend forever warming her up for it.

For now, it's easy to lift her into his arms but this time he does it by guiding her arms around his neck and catching her under her knees so she can wrap her legs around him. )

[marriageable]

[ Her legs wrap around his waist with surprising ease, heart skipping. Her weight seems to be nothing to him. She isn't sure how far she wants to go, but there is no real harm in exploring, is there? She doesn't think so, but she's been so naive already. ]

The settee? [ Testing. ]

[ostavil]

Fine with me. I do what the lady wants.

( When he sits, he sits and makes sure that Daphne is in his lap so she can still kiss and touch him as much as she wants. The kissing had been fantastic earlier, as had going down on her, so he wouldn't mind more of both. He doesn't necessarily need anything in return right now. )

You're the lightest thing I've ever held.

[marriageable]

[ She nudges her nose with his and gets comfortable in his lap. She wouldn't mind seeing him without his shirt again. ] Evidently you have not held enough babies.

[ostavil]

Nah, just my baby sister when she was born. Never had a chance to have children so I didn't get to hold very many babies.

( Bucky kisses her again softly. )

I'm not worried about those today, though. I'm just thinking about you.

[marriageable]

[ She melts against his mouth, carding her fingers through his hair. Her own is beginning to come unbound again. ] All I ever wanted was children. [ It's a confession. It feels silly to speak of, in light of what he's been through. Her own life wants seem trivial. ]

Is this how they are made?

[ostavil]

What we were doing earlier before it went sideways is how you make babies, yeah. It's supposed to feel good for both people, though. Now that I know the situation, that's not going to happen again. We can take things slow.

( Bucky doesn't want to lose her over the physical act. )

[marriageable]

It is? [ She bites her lip, mulling that over, interest piqued, though not without some dread. Her cheeks turn rosy. ] You said the first time hurts? If one is... endowed.

[ostavil]

Yeah, it can hurt the first time if the guy is...endowed. It doesn't hurt after that - or it isn't supposed to. It's supposed to feel good for both people and I know how to make it good. I just wasn't expecting it to be your first time.

( Daphne at least looks interested and he wants to be open and honest with her because she's an adult and she deserves that. She doesn't deserve being sheltered and in the dark about things involving her own body. )

[marriageable]

[ She swallows audibly. Most of her is simply curious — she may not be quite as intellectually curious as Eloise, but this has to do with her, with her body, which is already growing hotter and more attentive by the second. She brushes her fingers down to his chin dimple, pressing her thumb against it, her eyes dropped to his mouth. ]

Is it meant to feel better than what you did earlier? When you used your mouth?

[ostavil]

Depends on the woman. Some women like one or the other better - they feel different, as you're probably aware. But there's ways to make that feel as good as me using my mouth and I know how to do it. If you don't like it as much as my mouth, we can do that more. I just want to be with you, Daphne. It doesn't matter what we do.

( Her fingers are touching his face and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch. )

[marriageable]

[ All she remembers is what it felt like when he pressed into her. ] It felt as if you were splitting me open, [ she blurts out, and immediately regrets it because she senses the truth may hurt him. She strokes his chin. ] And women enjoy that? [ Not so much a question as a revelation. It strikes her that they must — her mother and father had eight children, and they very well might have had more if his life had not been cut so short. ]

[ostavil]

Well it doesn't always feel like that, Daphne. It's not supposed to, anyway. If I had known you were a virgin, I would have worked you up to that better.

( Bucky frowns a little. )

The women I've been with have enjoyed it but I haven't been with one since...you know. The war.

[marriageable]

Oh. [ Not that it matters. She hadn’t done, well, anything until tonight. She remembers watching him disappear into her, and something about the memory stirs a flare of heat. Her cunt is wet. ]

I think... I think I would like to try it again.

[ostavil]

Really?

( Bucky is a little incredulous because he remembers Daphne's face when he tried to press into her before, the tears threatening to fall, and he doesn't think he can bear that look on her face ever again. He doesn't want to ever hurt Daphne like that again. )

I'm more than willing but I don't want to hurt you, Daphne. You know I don't want to do that.

[marriageable]

You won’t.

[ She cups the back of his head, tenderly caressing beneath one of his eyes. A gentle undercurrent in her voice, in her eyes. ]

Do you remember what I said earlier?

[ostavil]

I remember. You told me you adored me. I don't think anyone's ever done that before.

( Bucky has had relationships before, sure, but they'd been more fun than anything else and he's never had anyone touch him as tenderly as Daphne is touching him now. )

I was also not allowed to wallow for perceived sins. Daphne, if you want me and you want to try again, I want you too. I don't think I couldn't want you.

[marriageable]

Yes. And I said I feel safe with you. [ She repeats, all seriousness and truth. She kisses him again, sweet, but not long enough for him to deepen it. Her forehead sits against his. ] I trust you, James. I want you.

[ Her expression changes. Gently, she takes his right hand in her own and, with not small courage, steers it under her dress, beneath her shift, and to the heart of her thighs, over the collected wetness he’s brought out of her. ]