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]

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. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky is shocked that she's as wet as she is but he isn't surprised by her bravery. Part of the reason he's even attracted to Daphne is because beneath her English rose exterior, she's actually pretty tenacious, and this isn't any exception to that.

He slides his thumb over her a few times to feel how wet she is and to tease her a bit more before he speaks again. )

I have an idea about how we can do this again that's probably better than what I tried before. You can sit in my lap instead of me looming over you.

[marriageable]

[ A whine pitches out of her throat, high and needy. He could suggest just about anything right then and she’d agree, but he still gets a rapid nod. Her body shares the same sentiment, slickness dripping onto his fingers. ]

Please— I feel— I feel empty.

[ostavil]

We need to get undressed again, you know.

( Bucky laughs though because he's more than happy to make that happen as soon as possible. He leans in and kisses her first though, a desperate kiss, and when he pulls away he gasps for breath. )

I got something to help with you feeling empty.

[marriageable]

[ She thinks she understands, her firm grasp on his wrist running up to the hardness she’s felt gradually growing beneath her. She touches him lightly, swallowing hard. She feels like she’s burning up. ]

This?

[ostavil]

Shit.

( Earlier, Daphne hadn't touched him and Bucky isn't prepared for how good it feels to be touched when it's been so damn long. He had been content with just going down on her and making her come but this is something for him when he hasn't had positive attention and affection since before HYDRA. It's a lot to handle all at once. )

Uh, I mean, sorry for the language...it just feels good.

[marriageable]

[ Her arousal spikes, particularly when she feels him jerk beneath her hand. Before he can even think to repudiate her, she shifts back to get a better visual perspective — he’s tinted against his pants — and her fingers shake, but she quickly, nimbly, begins to undo the buckle again, following his previous instruction. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky doesn't remember being this turned on ever in his life and he takes in a ragged breath when Daphne starts undoing his buckle. He gets his hands between them to help her get his jeans and underwear down and he hopes he lasts long enough for Daphne to even get to the good part. )

Maybe you should...take a look around first. I didn't really give you a chance before.

[marriageable]

No, you did not, [ she agrees with a sharp exhale, slightly overwhelmed, though her eyes are not on him but trained on the cock bobbing between them. She’s a bit intimidated at first; it’s not as if she hadn’t seen the male member before, but never this close, and moreover, it was mostly her younger brother running around naked and then some intimate paintings or drawings.

Her hand hovers before lightly passing over him, taking a very loose hold. If her innocence was ever in question before, this would resolve that. She has no idea what she’s doing nor how to begin.

She does complain, though, her nose scrunched up. ] The paintings are grossly inaccurate.

[ostavil]

( Bucky laughs softly. )

Uh, that's because they're imitating the Greco-Roman ideals of male beauty and they tended to think it was more attractive to not be distracted by sexual desire. Or something like that. I have no idea why I know that.

( He does because the Winter Soldier had basically been crammed full of knowledge and before that, he was an avid reader and enjoyer of a hell of a lot of things but none of those things matter right now. He's getting distracted. )

You got a problem with it? Because I can't really change it.

[marriageable]

[ Her eyes sparkling, she smiles up at him, twisting her lips to the side to resist grinning. He acts clueless, she's noticed, but she thinks that must be insecurity; it's not the time to call him out on that, though. She wonders, too, if her elder brother, Benedict, would have known this fact. Probably so.

Getting back to the task at hand, she traces down the length of him. ]

Mm. We will just have to make it... fit.

[ostavil]

( Bucky can't really say anything back because a sort of strangled noise comes out instead; he hadn't realized that letting Daphne take control of this would result in so much teasing but he's not going to complain. He's never going to complain about that. He is going to worry about his ability to hang on. )

Yeah, it's gonna work out. You're just gonna have to...take mercy on me.

[marriageable]

I am very merciful indeed, I will have you know. [ This is a newfound power, Daphne soon realizes, unlike any she has known before. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she watches avidely the pleasure unfold across his face. She must be doing something right. Soon, her other hand joins, stroking together. ]

[ostavil]

You do that for too long and you're not gonna get what you want, babe. I can only take so much.

( Maybe he's got good self-control. Maybe it's been a long time since he's even been in this situation and he's still acclimating to it. One thing he does know is that he's not gonna manage to get inside her if she keeps up with her hands stroking him. )

[marriageable]

Oh - I apologize. [ Daphne takes that to heart, taking her hands off and lifting them away, fingers flexing in the air. She looks a little like a deer in the headlights again. She had gotten carried away. ] In my defense, I have no proper idea what I'm doing.

[ostavil]

It's all right. It's just if you wanna try having me in you again, I can't get too excited about it or it'll be over before it starts. Let's just...

( Bucky lifts up her skirts enough that she can straddle him and keeps his hands firm on her thighs. Maybe if she's in control of it, it won't hurt as much. )

We'll go slow, just like before, but I want you in control of it, all right? Take as much as feels good.

[marriageable]

[ This part is nerve wracking, in truth. She’d lose her nerve altogether if not for how dizzingly aroused she currently is; she’s sure she can feel her pulse down there.

She lifts herself up on her knees, takes him into hand again, thinking of the process mechanically, and lowers herself close enough to feel the tip of him just pressing against her clit. For a moment, she balances there, distracted, rubbing herself against him. Using him. ]

[ostavil]

( God, it feels good. She's so slick and wet that he just glides against her and he knows it's going to feel goddamn good when he's inside her. He just hopes that Daphne can handle it but he knows that her being on top and having control will be better. She can take as much as comfortable as her. )

I need you. God, I need you.

[marriageable]

[ She shudders, and the look on his face gives her the steel she needs.

The initial press in does hurt, girth stretching her wide, but Daphne expects it this time, unlike earlier, and she’s able to breathe through it, taking her time. His hands help ground her. ]

[ostavil]

You don't have to move as much in this position so it's better for you.

( Bucky barely gets it out, though, because Daphne is tight and wet around him and he hasn't felt this in so long that he forgot how good it actually feels. He'll try other things once she's used to him but for now, this is more than enough. )

[marriageable]

[ She takes her time, her body swallowing him inch by inch, bit by bit. It takes a while for her to start feeling the urge to move, not quite with all of him inside, and she quivers. ]

What do I do?