He moans aloud as her fingers tighten in his hair, tipping his head back in response to her pull and giving her full access to his throat, shivering at the feel of her mouth on his skin.

Bucky reaches the foot of the bed and braces his knee on it, leaning over to lower her to the quilt, her hair spilling over his hand like a golden cloud.

"I need you," he whispers. "Sharon, baby, I need you."