[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 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."

[nerves_of_ice]

"There isn't any." He places his hand flat over where the wound had been.

"I know. Shuri let me assist. I was afraid to leave you, and she let me stay."

[from_the_outside]

She breathes into his hand, feeling her heart beat, feeling the blood move, feeling her lungs expand, and smiles at him, warm and sweet.

"No wonder I feel so good," she murmurs. "You take such good care of me, baby."

Sharon presses a kiss to his chest and leans her cheek for a moment on the same spot, feeling his heart steady and strong beneath, before she looks up again. "Thank you for staying with me. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head, very gently. "All Shuri. I owe her anything she ever asks for from now until the end of time. T'Challa, too."

Bucky tangles his fingers in her hair, feeling the silky texture of it.

[from_the_outside]

"You and me both."

She tips her head into his touch, thinking of how he'd murmured about her hair the night after his procedure and smiling at the memory. "Still like silk?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Uh-huh." He draws his fingers slowly through the sun-bright locks, then does it again.

[from_the_outside]

Her hair slips through his fingers as he draws them through, falling light as dandelion fluff on her shoulders and back and on his chest, the waves loosening which each pull of his fingers through them.

"It feels nice," she says, smiling still. "I love how your fingers feel in my hair."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I do, too," he murmurs, then cradles the back of her head as he leans up to give her a sweet, lingering kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, then shifts along his body to bracket his head with her elbows, letting her hair ripple down around them like a waterfall of gold.

"Kiss me again," she demands, teasing. "Don't stop yet."

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile is warm and bright as sunlight.

"Okay," Bucky murmurs, and draws her down to him for kiss after kiss after kiss.

[from_the_outside]

Her laugh bubbles up as she kisses him back... and back... and back.

She lets herself drown in him, in all the touches and caresses she's missed so much, in his warmth and sweetness. "You're so sweet," she murmurs, and kisses him again. "My sweetheart."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yours," he promises, and kisses her back. Bucky draws his fingers through her hair once more, and curves his left hand over her hip, then slowly traces along her back with a feather-light touch.

[from_the_outside]

She leans down to press a kiss into the side of his throat.

"Yours," she murmurs back, engraving the promise like a tattoo on his skin.

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans deep in his chest and draws a shaking breath.

"Baby."

[from_the_outside]

"Oh, how I missed that," she smiles, and kisses him again, then lightly bites at the muscle of his neck, just scraping his skin with the edges of her teeth.

[nerves_of_ice]

He can feel his body responding even as he says, "I was going to let you rest."

Bucky strokes his metal hand up and down her back, shivering at the sensation of her teeth on his skin.

[from_the_outside]

"I'm resting," she says, and shivers as his cool metal fingers run along her flushed bare skin. She presses a few more kisses along the line of his neck, then bites a little harder at the crook before laving the spot with another kiss.

"I'm lying down and everything."