[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 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."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Always," he promises, and kisses her again and again as she tangles herself with him, as he runs his hand over her body, caressing every sensitive place.

"And good. Don't. Stay with me, as long as you can," he tells her, and kisses her again, fierce and wanting, pressing deep and starting to move faster. "Stay. I've missed you so much, baby."

[from_the_outside]

"I will, I – oh – "

Words begin to fracture as he moves faster, pushes them further, as pleasure ripples through her. "I want to be with you, I want to stay... Bucky, please – "

His name is a low cry as she pushes her face into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as she rocks up beneath him like waves rolling toward shore. Every overwhelmed feeling, every moment of missing him, has her hands running over his body, has her kissing him with every ounce of longing she's felt over these long, long weeks.

[nerves_of_ice]

Each soft cry and breathless sound lashes through him like fire, setting him alight from the inside out. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tight, keeping her close as he drives deep into her warmth, becoming as near to one as two people can be.

[from_the_outside]

It can't last, no matter how much she wants it to. He feels too good and she's too overwhelmed, every nerve lighting like she's feeling each touch for the first time. She doesn't know if it's her near-death experience or her newly rebuilt spinal cord or his touches and kisses that are driving her wild, but she's soon cresting the wave of pleasure as it rushes through her.

Every muscle tightens, every nerves lights, tingling and sparkling, as she cries out and allows herself to ride the edge, as she squeezes him and grips her fingers into his hair, hard and firm, trying to bring him with her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds himself back, wanting her to reach her pleasure first, but then she cries out and tightens around him and pulls his hair and he's lost, lost and falling over the edge with her into the wild storm of ecstasy with a hoarse, raw cry of his own.

Shivering in her arms, he clings to her as she does to him, cradling her close, unwilling to let her go.

[from_the_outside]

She pants for breath, holding him tight, and presses her face into the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in with deep gulps of air.

"Oh my god," she says, a lightly hysterical giggle in her voice. "I really needed that."