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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[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. ]

[ostavil]

( Bucky isn't quite as much of a mess as she is but its enough to know his jeans are stained too. He can change in a bit, though, and let Daphne have the run of things for right now. He calls out to her. )

Let me know if you can't find anything, all right?

[marriageable]

[ Daphne, for the first and likely not the last time, makes the waddle-walk journey up his stairs. Once presentable, dressed in a new shirt and washed from the waist down, she ventures out from the top of the stairs: ] I am decent now. You may come up.

[ostavil]

( Bucky wants to laugh at the idea of her needing to be decent before he sees her because they just had sex but he doesn't. Modesty is a hell of a lot more important to Daphne than it is to him. )

I bet you could put me out of my bed for a week and I wouldn't mind it. I'd just move in downstairs and let you have the whole loft to yourself and then you'd have two houses.

( He's joking as he says it, a smirk playing at his lips. )

[marriageable]

[ Flirtatiously, she smoothly replies: ] And why would I put you out of your bed when there is room enough for two?

[ What Daphne doesn’t say is that her family has at least two houses already. That wouldn’t be strange to her in the least. ]

[ostavil]

Absolutely true. We could share my bed as often as you want. You don’t even have to wait for a rainstorm to come over.

( He draws closer so he can touch her again, knuckles brushing against one high cheekbone. )

You can stay over today, even.

[marriageable]

[ She melts into the touch, eyes fluttering shut, her face leaning against his hand. They open only to dance over the line of his mouth. She swallows. ]

The rain has not ended yet... perhaps it would be best if I remained here. [ With him. ]

[ostavil]

Can't have you getting your pretty dress all rainy and muddy again. I don't think it would survive three washings in one day. That's a little rough.

( Bucky laughs warmly because the pretense is so, so thin but he is glad that she wants to stay here with him even if it's just for the day. )

Besides, you're safer here than getting blown away in the rain.

[marriageable]

I don’t think I would survive it. [ This would be a perfect opportunity to quote The Wizard of Oz, but alas. She knows zilch about pop culture.

Nevertheless, his eyes and his laugh are warm. She lifts herself to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing it lightly. ]

Am I safer, Mr Barnes?

[ostavil]

You absolutely are, Miss Bridgerton. I can protect you from all the big bad things lurking outside in the rain, including water, and you’ll be nice and cozy in here. Of course, I might end up trying to seduce you again. It’s just a hazard of being around me.

( He grins at her, content for once in his life. )

Good with the bad, yeah?

[marriageable]

My knight to the rescue, then. [ She beams back, unable to resist even if she were at all inclined to. ] I am utterly at your mercy.

[ostavil]

Don't worry, I'm completely merciful. I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet. Promise.

( Bucky doesn't think anyone would describe him that way at all but he's a lot softer around Daphne than he is around anyone else. He trusts her in a way he doesn't trust other people and now this trust is even deeper. )

I'll even let you have my comfy bed.