[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 grins and winds her arms around his neck, sinking her fingers into his hair and drawing them through in slow caresses.

"I'm a very tough sell," she tells him, but she can't even say it with a straight face, just dissolves into giggles as she kisses him again.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Is that so?" He blinks at her, trying to look innocent. "I'll just have to do my best and hope that's enough."

He lays his left hand against her cheek and kisses her again, lingering over the taste of her mouth, then slowly trails cool metal fingers along her throat and over her collarbone as he keeps kissing her.

[from_the_outside]

She shivers, goosebumps lifting in the wake of his cool metal fingers.

"You're a menace," she tells him, arching up into his touch. "An absolute menace."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Who, me?"

Just as slowly, just as deliberately, he brings his hand down to her upper chest, then cups her breast, and kisses her again as he rolls her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

[from_the_outside]

She gasps and arches again beneath him as he teases her still-sensitive skin, the cool metal of his fingers soothing the nerves that leap confusedly to life once more.

"Bucky," she murmurs, and kisses him again, deep and drugged.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm here," he whispers back, and kisses her once more before he pulls away with a smile.

"Lie back and rest, baby. I'll take care of you," he tells her, and lowers his head to trace kisses along the line of her throat, working his way lower with deliberate care as he keeps teasing her with his fingers.

[from_the_outside]

"You always do."

Always. In every possible way. She'd been independent for so long that she'd forgotten how nice it is to let someone just take of her, just because they want to.

She threads her fingers into his hair as he kisses along her throat and tips her head back into the mussed purple throw to give him more space.

[nerves_of_ice]

He takes his time, savoring each inch of her skin, the changing contours of neck and shoulder and upper chest. Bucky places kisses along her upper arm, learning the shape of her, before making his way back in, unhurried and thorough.

All the while, as he laves her with sweet, lazy kisses, his left hand continues to caress her, moving from her breast and across her belly with slow, teasing strokes, going lower and lower still before stopping short of her center and drifting back up again.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a slightly strangled sound and laughs, tipping her hips up on reflex as his hand drifts away again.

"Now who's teasing?" she asks, but she loves every second of it, every slow, sweet kiss and deliberate caress. "I feel like I get to learn you all over again," she adds, running her hands over his hair and down along his neck and shoulders.

She's not too keen on the absence part beforehand, but there's a lot to be said for reunions.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You do," he promises. "We both do. And it's only teasing if I don't follow through."

His hand moves down again, hovers, and then strokes delicately along her inner thigh as he says, "...eventually."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon shivers and trembles and laughs.

"Menace," she says, deeply affectionate, and laughs again.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles, quick and bright, and leans up to give her a deep, drugging kiss before he pulls away again and bends down to capture her breast with his mouth, drawing deep and fluttering his tongue over her nipple while he cups the back of her thigh with cool metal fingers.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon arches up, pressing into his mouth, and slides her foot up the sheets to brace it on the mattress as his metal hand curls around the back of her thigh.

"I guess you really did miss me," she teases, before a slick of his tongue sends her pushing her head back into the pillows with a moan.

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums assent into her skin, tracing each changing texture of her with the tip of his tongue and the press of his lips before he draws back slowly to the very tip, then pulls off and says, "Every day. Every night. Every morning. Always."

He draws his fingers over her thigh down to the back of her knee, then her ankle, then slowly and steadily back up again, going higher and higher as he switches to take her other breast in his mouth, giving it the same focused attention and care.

[from_the_outside]

"Me too," she whispers, and makes a small sound as he captures her other breast in his mouth. The combination of his warm lips and tongue and cool metal fingers send competing sensations racing through her, leaving her trembling and wanting.

"All the time. If I hadn't been able to talk to you at night, I think I'd have gone crazy."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'd hang up the call, and I'd lie awake staring into the dark, and I'd wish..."

He shifts, leaning on his right elbow so that he can cup her breast with that hand, teasing one nipple with warm fingers and the other with his tongue.

As he does, he traces the fingers of his left hand over the delicate folds of her opening, barely touching, just enough to send sensation shivering through her without doing more.

[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."