[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]

She and Nakia return to the door, and Ross clears his throat as he turns towards her. "Rest up, Carter," he tells her, gruff. "That's an order."

"Yes, sir," she says, her mouth twitching. "Enjoy your trip into the city."

Nakia laughs. "He will," she promises, and gives Sharon a hug. "I am so happy to have you here," she murmurs. "And that you are well."

Sharon hugs her back, tight. "Me too," she says, soft. "Thanks for everything."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Thank you,” he says, simply, as Nakia pulls back. Her answering smile sparkles with amusement.

“You are welcome. We will see you later,” she tells him - tells them, and turns to Ross. “Come with me.”

Bucky looks at Sharon as they depart. “I should leave you to rest,” he murmurs, reluctantly. “But I won’t be far.”

[from_the_outside]

She gives him a faintly disbelieving look.

"How far is not far?" she asks, even though it's about to be a moot point.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles, and nods to the side to indicate direction.

“Next door.”

[from_the_outside]

She realizes what happened in the next second and laughs, shaking her head at the departed Nakia before she steps forward to tug at his shirt.

"Show me your room," she suggests, smiling more.

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs, a soft huff of breath, and takes her hand to lead her out her door and the few steps needed to his own.

Bucky opens it onto an apartment that's styled very similarly to hers, but which has obviously had a person living there for a few weeks. Several books are evident in different places - one on the table by the armchair, itself next to its lamp by the window, a few more lined up neatly against the wall on the counter.

The blinds are open, letting in the view of the landscape and the city beyond. The bedroom door is open, and the bed is made with military precision... and the purple throw is folded neatly across the pillows, as though it's a pillow itself.

[from_the_outside]

She looks around, running the fingers of her free hand lightly over the armchair and the books next to it, then looks at the purple throw, folded there over his pillow.

"Nice room," she murmurs, and turns to look at him for a long moment, the look in her eyes warm and complex and happy, before she lets go of his hand and steps in to put her arms around his neck, hugging him close.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Ah god, baby--"

One arm goes around her waist and the other beneath the swell of her hips as he lifts her off her feet, pressing her against him. He tips his head to kiss her, deep and seeking and a little desperate.

[from_the_outside]

She shifts in his arms to wrap her legs around him and cradles his face in her hands, kissing him over and over, driving her fingers into his hair. "Bucky," she murmurs, against his mouth.

"I missed you so much."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he whispers, and kisses her again. "So much. Every day," he tells her, between kisses, as he carries her toward the bedroom.

"I'd see you on that screen, and wish I could just reach through it, and--"

He keeps his arm tight around her waist for support and raises his right hand to her cheek. His fingers are trembling as he brushes them over her skin, then pushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. Bucky curves his hand over the nape of her neck and kisses her again.

[from_the_outside]

It's been so long and so much has happened, and she almost died yesterday without having seen him again. Her breath catches and her eyes close, her expression almost sore as his shaking fingers brush gently over her cheek and tuck her hair back over her ear, the way she'd imagined so many times.

She can't keep her eyes closed, has to open them to drink him in, adoring and more than a little desperate as she kisses him back. "Every day," she tells him back. "I never stopped thinking about you. God, I wanted to teleport here somehow, be right next to you, wake up and see you – "

She kisses him again and again, shifts to kiss his jaw, his throat, driving her fingers into his hair and gripping.

[nerves_of_ice]

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."

[from_the_outside]

"I'm here," she promises. "You have me. God, baby, when I woke up and saw you – "

It's all too overwhelming; she wraps her arms around his neck and draws him down with her as her back hits the mattress, finding his mouth for another kiss, deep and drowning.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shudders, hard, and lets his weight press her down into the bed, kissing her over and over again.

"T'Challa called me from the flyer," he tells her, between kisses. "To tell me what had happened." As he talks, his hand finds the fastening of the jumpsuit and he begins to tease it open. "I asked to see you, and he showed me. You were so badly hurt, baby, I thought--"

He stops there to kiss her again, wild and wanting.

[from_the_outside]

She cradles his face in her hands and kisses him back, over and over. "I know," she murmurs. "I thought so too, back in Korea."

In the few coherent thoughts she had after being hit. "All I wanted was to be able to see you again. Somehow."

And, miracle of miracles, she had. And so much more – she's fine, absolutely fine. A little tired, but there's nothing left of the pain or fear or weakness. She wriggles beneath him, shoving the straps of the jumpsuit off her shoulders and down over her arms before she reaches for his shirt, tugging it towards his head. "Baby, please – "

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he promises, and lifts up enough to let her strip the shirt over his head, throwing it aside. "Anything. Everything. Anything you want of me, baby, yes."

Bucky pulls her jumpsuit the rest of the way down and slides it over her hips, then down her legs and off, dropping it to the floor.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a low, wanting sound and reaches to undo his pants, pushing them over his hips and down toward his feet.

"You," she says, and presses her mouth to his throat, where his pulse is jumping. "I need you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws a harsh, shaking breath at the touch of her lips, then kicks the last of his clothes off and pulls back so he can lean down and kiss her again.

"You have me," he promises, when the kiss breaks, each word low and rough with desire. "I'm yours."

Bucky kisses her again, then trails more kisses back along her jawline and down her throat as he curves his right hand over her body, petting and stroking.

[from_the_outside]

"Baby," Sharon gasps. "Baby, baby – "

She pushes her head back into the purple throw, enveloped in him, his scent all around her, and runs one hand into his hair, the other down along the long beautiful line of his back. She can't stop stroking and touching him, touch-starved and needy.

Beneath his lips on her skin, her pulse is flying, beating strong and quick, leaving her flushed and breathless and shivering.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he murmurs. He's almost dizzy, intoxicated by her, wanting to hear more of her breathless cries, to feel her arching against him. Bucky kisses the side of her throat, feeling her heartbeat rapid against his lips, then finds the spot at the curve of neck and shoulder that she likes so well and draws on it, working her skin with his tongue.

As he does, he runs his hand over the curve of her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb, then back down along her side to the swell of her hip and lower. He cups the center of her and tweaks the sensitive bud between his fingers, circling and pressing.

[from_the_outside]

She moans as he finds that spot at the curve of her shoulder with his mouth and shakes with a small cry as he teases her with his fingers. Running her palms down over his shoulders and chest, she spreads her fingers wide over his ribs and circles over his nipples with the pads of her thumbs, then strokes one hand down his side to his hip.

"Yes," she breathes, and slips her fingers between his legs to stroke along his length. "Bucky, yes."

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans, pushing into her hand, into her touch. "Take me in," he murmurs, placing sweet, deliberate kisses like a strand of pearls across her neck to the other side and finding the mirror spot there to kiss, trying to drive her wild.

"Take all of me."

[from_the_outside]

She shivers, her heart fluttering, and shifts beneath him to bend her knees and open for him, guiding him to herself until he's slipping in and she can curve her hand at his hip instead. "Come here, baby," she murmurs, and threads her other fingers up into his hair, nudging her cheek against his head as she rocks her hips up against him.

"Have all of me back."

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws on her with his lips as he presses into her, then raises his head and finds her mouth with his as he does it again, finding their rhythm, rocking back and forth with her.

"Sharon," he murmurs between kisses, raw and uneven and with his whole heart in each word. "My sunshine, my sweetheart, mine. And I'm yours. I'm yours."

[from_the_outside]

"Yours," she echoes, breathless. "As long as you want me. All yours, baby. Every part of me."

She winds her leg with his and wraps her arm around his back as shivers rush through her, over and over, as they stoke the fire that's been banked for too long. "My sweet man," she murmurs, her kisses deep and desperate. "God, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."