[Leipzig AU] good for trouble

[from_the_outside]

Busan glitters like a disco ball in the night, and no one gives them a second glance as they stroll through the fish market, Sharon in her white dress on Ross's arm, the rest of the team behind them. "Sophia," she says, warmly, and exchanges air kisses with the woman, her pink visor and plastic apron both bright. She knows to expect them, and after she pats Sharon fondly on the cheek, she nods them through.

They spread out through the casino, the team's voices low in her ear. She stays by Ross, playing the part of arm candy, applauding when he wins and consoling him when he loses.

There's no sign of Klaue yet, and the metal briefcase full of diamonds stays locked to the wrist of one of the other agents. "I'm going to get a drink," Sharon murmurs to Ross, and makes her way through the crowd to the bar. 

The martinis here are fine, but not as good as Nat's.

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[from_the_outside]

Sharon groans and rocks beneath him, trying not to push too much for more until he plans to give it.

But it's sweet torture, what he's doing to her. She pushes her knee out, offering herself up to him without even a hint of reluctance. "All I wanted was for it to be real," she says, her breath coming faster now. "To wake up and see you there instead of my phone on the pillow."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's real now," he promises, and as he does he pinches her nipple and slides two fingers into her at the same exact moment.

[from_the_outside]

"Bucky – " she gasps, her body lifting off the mattress as she presses up against him, his fingers sending a shock of pleasure through her stiffened, tender nipple and up through her core. "Ah – "

Her body responds to him just as eagerly as during the rush of earlier, the sensations now more luxurious and complex. She closes her eyes and surrenders herself to them, her heart fluttering in her chest. "God, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes, sweetheart," he murmurs. He shifts again so that he can soothe her nipple with kisses and the caress of his tongue, putting his right arm under her for support as he cradles her close - and as he crooks his fingers within her, pressing in deep and out slow, stroking the spot deep inside while he circles his thumb on the bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

[from_the_outside]

She runs trembling fingers through his hair and lightly digs blunted nails into the backs of his shoulders, flesh and metal alike.

"Mm," she sighs, rocking her hips gentle and slow, matching the pace he's setting with his fingers, each stroke sending waves of electricity through her. He's setting himself to slowly driving her crazy, and it's absolutely working.

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans up and kisses her again as he works her with his hand. "You look so cute when you bite your lip," he murmurs, nibbling at it himself. "Did you know? You're so beautiful, baby. In every way."

[from_the_outside]

She laughs, breathless, and finds that she bites her lip without meaning to, caught up in his teasing and touch.

"I love that you think that," she murmurs, her voice thready and thin as he continues to drive her out of her mind. "The way you looked at me when I put on that dress – "

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's true." He kisses her again, this time more deeply, moving his hand just a little faster.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon whimpers and pushes her head back, her hair spreading over the now impossibly rumpled purple throw.

"Baby," she breathes, sliding a shaking hand up the nape of his neck, curving it gently at the back of his head. "Please."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Beautiful," he murmurs and kisses her again, as he abandons all teasing and does his best to tip her over the edge of passion into the long, sweet fall.

[from_the_outside]

It's not long before his dedication overwhelms her entirely and she holds him tight as her climax washes through her again, muted and longer-lasting and perfect, leaving her a shivering mess in his arms. She presses kiss after trembling kiss to his mouth, his cheek, his shoulder, every part of him she can reach, then exhales, long and slow, her hands gentle on his back and at the nape of his neck.

[nerves_of_ice]

He cups her gently once he withdraws his hand, petting her through the aftermath, then kisses her just as gently as he takes her in both arms and holds her close.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a soft sound and mouth a kiss along his shoulder, then laughs, a little dopey.

"Okay," she murmurs. "That rest is starting to sound like a pretty good idea."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky smiles at her.

"Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to come with you to your room?"

[from_the_outside]

She makes a face at the thought of getting up and laughs silently.

"Here's good," she answers. "If you don't mind."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Mind?" Bucky kisses her. "You've got a heck of a sense of humor sometimes, baby."

More seriously, he adds, "Stay. Please."

[from_the_outside]

"Okay," she murmurs, a happy warmth lighting in her chest like a candle. "I'll stay."

She lifts a hand from his skin and touches the purple throw, her expression turning wistful. "I'm glad you had this with you. It meant a lot to me to know it was here."

[nerves_of_ice]

"To me, too," he says, softly. "It was a big ask of you and Steve to get it, but I'm glad."

[from_the_outside]

"I heard he brought your camera, too," she says, and strokes her fingers along the soft wool of the throw before resting her hand lightly on his arm.

"Maybe we can replace some of those photos you had to delete while I'm here."

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile shines like sunlight.

"I'd like that."

[from_the_outside]

She touches the corner of that smile with the tip of her finger, then leans in to kiss it, feeling as warm as if she were lounging on the beach in the sun.

"Me, too. I'd like that a lot."

[nerves_of_ice]

He tucks her hair back behind her ear and cuddles her closer.

"Are you warm enough?"

[from_the_outside]

She hums a contented sound and tips her head into his touch. "I missed that," she murmurs, her eyes sliding closed. "It feels so nice."

She blinks them open again at his question. "Actually, do you mind if we get under the sheets?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I don't mind, baby," he murmurs. Bucky leans in and gives her a quick kiss. "I don't mind at all. Hold still."

He rolls to his feet, then bends to scoop her into his arms and cradles her against him while he pulls the covers back. Once done, he lowers her gently back into the bed and tucks the sheet and quilt back over her.

"Wait here for a second," he murmurs, and vanishes into the other room to retrieve a pitcher of water and two glasses.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon snuggles down deep in the bedding, tucking part of the throw under her cheek. She turns her face into it and breathes deep; it smells like him, and her pillow hasn't in weeks.

At the soft sound of his footsteps, she pillows her head on her arm and wolf-whistles at him as he comes back around. "Baby, you're a knockout."