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 - 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?

[ostavil]

Rock against me. Think about riding a horse.

( Surely Daphne's ridden a horse before, right? She's from the 19th century so horses would be very commonplace. )

[marriageable]

[ Her hips do as instructed, rocking, and with it, a feeling not unlike pleasure begins to build again. She sighs, the pinch of being stretched by him receding. ]

Like so?

[ostavil]

God, absolutely like that.

( Bucky tries not to be forceful, tries not to take control, but he knows his fingers dig into Daphne's thighs hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. )

[marriageable]

[ Soon enough pleasure does ripple in, pain ebbing away to nothing; she rises and falls at leisure, a throaty moan, her head angling down toward his for his mouth. She’s been using his shoulders for leverage, but one of them slips up his neck. ]

Good?

[ostavil]

The best. God, you're good. Faster?

( He's never been one to talk a ton during sex but Daphne needs the reassurance and he's happy to give it. Besides, nothing he's said is a lie - he feels damn good with her riding him like this. )

[marriageable]

[ She nods and accommodates him, pace gaining, raising mostly off of his cock then back down. Her breasts strain against her corset with every panted breath, and it does — it feels good, he feels more than good, that when he slips from her, she whines and reaches to realign him. ]

Please—

[ostavil]

( Bucky's too far gone with this to switch positions right now but he does dig his hands into her hips and guide her faster, trying to get them both there if he possibly can. He doesn't know if Daphne will come but he wants her to, desperately. )

[marriageable]

[ It helps; the increased speed drives her higher, nearer, and she chases it with growing abandon, closing her eyes, her head tipping back. When she starts to peak, her fingers claw at his shirt, gasping, and then crying out when she crests. ]

[ostavil]

( While he had hoped Daphne would come he hadn't really thought it would happen considering their first go-round on this so when she does, it takes him by surprise. He buries his face against her neck, kissing the crook of it, and tries to muffle the sounds of him coming against her skin. There's no one to overhear them, no, but he feels the need to be quiet about it just now. )

[marriageable]

[ Her own climax is so intense, but she still registers the heat that surges inside her and his shuddering body underneath, against hers. The pleasure takes a while to wane, aftershocks of it. She moves only enough to wrap her arms around him and set her cheek against his head. It’s staggeringly intimate; she can’t help but want to hold him. ]

[ostavil]

( Being held is almost as good as the rest of it and Bucky lets himself enjoy it, lets himself finally relax and just enjoy being with someone for once. It's been entirely too long. )

I think you're going to end up making me a complete fool and I'll love every second of it.

[marriageable]

[ She feels it the moment his body goes lax, and tucks that away in her heart. Tender, her hand runs through his hair.

Gently, she laughs, colored by disbelief. ]

Whatever for?

[ostavil]

I'm pretty easy to get to. It's been a long time since anyone's cared about me and I definitely haven't had this. So...a fool.

( Bucky doesn't think he'll mind it, though, so long as Daphne keeps laughing like that. )

[marriageable]

[ She doesn’t quite know what to say to that, so she chooses not to reply. There is enough joy in the moment, she doesn’t think it requires one.

After a while, she shifts her weight, enough so that he slips from her, wet left in its wake, drawing her attention. She reaches beneath her skirt without thinking, to swipe at the mess, but that’s not in any measure a sufficient method. ]

[ostavil]

( It hits him after a moment that he probably absolutely destroyed her dress and he wants to feel bad about that and can't summon enough remorse for it. He touches the little cap sleeve of it. )

I'm going to have to wash this for you, yeah?

[marriageable]

[ When she pulls her hand back, her fingers are stained, his cum and what she quickly registers is blood. Her cheeks redden. She isn’t very sure what to do with that, or the wetness leaking down her thighs. ]

I think that might be wise. I.. may I borrow your wardrobe again?

[ostavil]

Yeah, you can borrow whatever you need. It's fine, I don't mind if you borrow my stuff.

( Honestly, he likes seeing her in it and it just does something for him. )

[marriageable]

[ The look on her face is a soft one, tender, almost as tender as the kiss she presses to his cheek before she carefully, very carefully, in order that she might not make more of a mess, gets to her feet. There’s a very different reason for her dress to need to be removed than when she arrived, drenched, at his front door. ]