from_the_outside | [AU] What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare

Things are... Sharon doesn't want to say better, but she thinks they're better. She'd had a long chat with Steve about the way Bucky was feeling, how he needed something to do with himself, some way to be helpful, and Steve had listened carefully, absorbing every word.

She suspects they'd talked some after that, too.

Staying with him and Steve hasn't proved to be quite as awkward as she'd feared, but today she'd needed some space, and since Bucky was with Vision, she'd gone to do her work in the old apartment rather than Steve's small office. She's still mulling over her chat with Ross when she walks into the library, looking for Bucky, and finds only Vision.

A few minutes later, after Vision has explained their experiment, she heads through the corridors to the garage. "Bucky?"

It takes her a second to spot him, and when she does, she can't help the smile that plays across her lips. She looks up at where he's hanging from a beam, new phone in hand, his hair sticking straight up – or straight down, more accurately. "Baby, what are you up to?"

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from_the_outside

She pushes her hips up to coax him into the perfect angle, blunted nails digging lightly into his back as she kisses him over and over again, breathless and smiling, a mix of pleasure and delight bubbling through her like sparkling wine. She's utterly lost in him, in sensation, in the feel of him in and around her, strong arms and sweet kisses and his long lean body tightening like a bow against her.

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nerves_of_ice

He shifts his left arm further under her, around her, careful to keep it low enough to not catch her hair in the metal plates as he cradles her against him and moves faster, a little more wild now, less controlled.

His kisses are drowning-deep now, the touch of his hands both restlessly seeking and at the same time sure, caressing her in ways he knows she enjoys.

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from_the_outside

Between the way they rock together and the sweet pressure of his thumb and fingers she was already nearing the edge; when he tightens his arm to hold her close she cries out, swamped by a wave of desire, overwhelmed by how he cherishes her.

"Bucky," she begs. "Bucky, Bucky, I'm – "

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nerves_of_ice

"I've got you, baby," he murmurs, keeping his promise with his body and words both, holding her tight, touching her, moving with her, drowning in her. "I'm here."

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from_the_outside

She shakes once more at his low voice and lets go, lets the wave that's been building and building carry her under and over. Her head falls back into the pillow as she shudders and cries out, her whole body tightening at once, fingers fisting into his hair and gripping his back as her pleasure rocks through her, destroying and rebuilding all at once.

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nerves_of_ice

Her pleasure sparks his, and he holds her through it as she shudders against him, as a raw, hoarse cry of his own echoes through the room with hers as he rolls his hips sharply once, twice, and then locks, deeply entwined with her in every possible way.

He kisses her lips, her cheek, her hair, murmuring endearments and reassurances in three languages without realizing, holding her tight.

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from_the_outside

She doesn't speak every language he's smudging into her skin, but she can understand it anyway; it's all exactly what she's feeling, too. She wraps herself around him and kisses his hair, his ear, his jaw, his mouth, everywhere she can, lazy and lingering.

Sharon twines their legs together and strokes her hand down the curve of his back, slow and savoring, breathing deep as her heart rate finally begins to slow. "The things you do to me," she murmurs, her arms loose but warm around him.

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nerves_of_ice

"Hmm." He kisses her again and shifts his weight to the side without pulling back from her, worried that he's too heavy.

"I could say the same."

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from_the_outside

She rolls to her side with him, pillowing her head on one arm and keeping the other wrapped around him, her legs tangled with his. Sharon traces idle patterns over his skin with her loose free hand and smiles at him, dopey and pleased, her gaze soft and warm.

"I'm crazy about you," she murmurs, and kisses him again. "Just so you know."

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nerves_of_ice

"Likewise," he murmurs, and kisses her back. He glances down at her hand, then back at her. "Drawing something?"

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from_the_outside

"Secret messages," she says, and, straight-faced, draws a heart on his back.

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nerves_of_ice

He laughs, low and soft. “Sure. Okay.”

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from_the_outside

"Maybe not so secret," she admits.

Not in here, anyway. Outside this room, outside Steve's apartment, anywhere they could be observed by someone who shouldn't know –

That's a different matter entirely.

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nerves_of_ice

He runs his left hand up her back, into her hair - carefully - and cradles the back of her neck with cool metal fingers.

"Secret or not," he says, softly, "I'm happy. With you."

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from_the_outside

"Me too," she tells him, and leans forward to kiss him, enjoying the way his cool metal fingers feel against the flushed skin at the nape of her neck.

"I'm happy with you, too."

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nerves_of_ice

His quick, warm smile is almost impossibly sweet, and he leans in to kiss her back.

"Do we have time to stay here like this for a bit?"

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from_the_outside

"Mmhm."

She lifts her hand to stroke over his hair, tucking it back behind his ear. "I do, anyway. Do you?"

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nerves_of_ice

He considers that for a second, then nods. "I'm not supposed to check in with Natasha until later."

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from_the_outside

"Okay."

She draws her fingers through his hair, over and over, then rests her palm on the side of his neck where she can feel his pulse. "Stay with me for a bit, then."