[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]

"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."

[nerves_of_ice]

He turns, bringing her with him as he rolls onto his back, and kisses her hair.

"Makes two of us," he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

She settles onto his chest and makes a soft contented sound as his mouth presses into her hair.

"I meant it, you know," she murmurs, drawing light patterns on his skin with her fingertips. "I already asked Nakia if she thought I could stay for a while."

[nerves_of_ice]

His arms tighten around her, just a little.

"What did she say?"

[from_the_outside]

Sharon props her chin on her hand and smiles at him, infinitely sweet.

"She said yes," she tells him. "She thinks T'Challa will let me stay a while."

[nerves_of_ice]

He slides his right hand up into her hair and kisses her, fierce and a little desperate.

"Then stay," he whispers, when it breaks. "I know it's not fair to ask. You have a job, you have a life, and I -- I shouldn't ask, but. Stay. For a little while. Please."

[from_the_outside]

I know you understand that choice, Nakia had said, and oh, she does. She could never stay here forever, not when there's so much good work to do out in the world, but that's not what he's asking.

"Baby," she murmurs, and kisses him again. "I will. I'll stay as long as I can. It broke my heart to let you go that day."

She pulls back and smiles, reaching a hand to run her fingers along the curve of his face like she'd wanted to do so often, caressing the edge of her phone instead. "Besides, between Busan and Siberia and the Red Room, I'm pretty sure I can take a solid chunk of time off work. Ross might even make it mandatory."

[nerves_of_ice]

He tips his face into her touch, his eyes half-closing before he opens them again, needing to see her.

"I was afraid I'd never see you again," he murmurs. "I wasn't going to give up. But."

[from_the_outside]

"You would have," she promises. "We would have found a way. Somehow."

She runs her fingers gently through his hair, toying with the tips. "It would have been a bummer not to see you for a year or two, though."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I wasn't going to ask you to wait, either."

He studies her face like he's trying to memorize her, feeling that if he doesn't she might vanish.

"But you're here now. You're here. And alive."

His arms tighten again.

[from_the_outside]

"I'm here."

She lifts her hand from his hair and reaches back between her shoulder blades, finding only smooth skin. There's not a scar or even a pucker that she can feel.

"I think that was the most scared I've ever been," she says, softly. "And I couldn't do anything about it at all."

[nerves_of_ice]

He covers her hand with his, tracing lightly over the spot where she was wounded. "Does it still hurt any?"

[from_the_outside]

"Not even a little."

She lifts her hand away and lets him touch the spot. "Do you see anything there? I can't feel any scarring at all."