[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.

Comments

[from_the_outside]

It's not long before his dedication overwhelms her entirely and she holds him tight as her climax washes through her again, muted and longer-lasting and perfect, leaving her a shivering mess in his arms. She presses kiss after trembling kiss to his mouth, his cheek, his shoulder, every part of him she can reach, then exhales, long and slow, her hands gentle on his back and at the nape of his neck.

[nerves_of_ice]

He cups her gently once he withdraws his hand, petting her through the aftermath, then kisses her just as gently as he takes her in both arms and holds her close.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a soft sound and mouth a kiss along his shoulder, then laughs, a little dopey.

"Okay," she murmurs. "That rest is starting to sound like a pretty good idea."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky smiles at her.

"Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to come with you to your room?"

[from_the_outside]

She makes a face at the thought of getting up and laughs silently.

"Here's good," she answers. "If you don't mind."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Mind?" Bucky kisses her. "You've got a heck of a sense of humor sometimes, baby."

More seriously, he adds, "Stay. Please."

[from_the_outside]

"Okay," she murmurs, a happy warmth lighting in her chest like a candle. "I'll stay."

She lifts a hand from his skin and touches the purple throw, her expression turning wistful. "I'm glad you had this with you. It meant a lot to me to know it was here."

[nerves_of_ice]

"To me, too," he says, softly. "It was a big ask of you and Steve to get it, but I'm glad."

[from_the_outside]

"I heard he brought your camera, too," she says, and strokes her fingers along the soft wool of the throw before resting her hand lightly on his arm.

"Maybe we can replace some of those photos you had to delete while I'm here."

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile shines like sunlight.

"I'd like that."

[from_the_outside]

She touches the corner of that smile with the tip of her finger, then leans in to kiss it, feeling as warm as if she were lounging on the beach in the sun.

"Me, too. I'd like that a lot."

[nerves_of_ice]

He tucks her hair back behind her ear and cuddles her closer.

"Are you warm enough?"

[from_the_outside]

She hums a contented sound and tips her head into his touch. "I missed that," she murmurs, her eyes sliding closed. "It feels so nice."

She blinks them open again at his question. "Actually, do you mind if we get under the sheets?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I don't mind, baby," he murmurs. Bucky leans in and gives her a quick kiss. "I don't mind at all. Hold still."

He rolls to his feet, then bends to scoop her into his arms and cradles her against him while he pulls the covers back. Once done, he lowers her gently back into the bed and tucks the sheet and quilt back over her.

"Wait here for a second," he murmurs, and vanishes into the other room to retrieve a pitcher of water and two glasses.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon snuggles down deep in the bedding, tucking part of the throw under her cheek. She turns her face into it and breathes deep; it smells like him, and her pillow hasn't in weeks.

At the soft sound of his footsteps, she pillows her head on her arm and wolf-whistles at him as he comes back around. "Baby, you're a knockout."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles at that and comes to sit beside her on the bed. Bucky pours her a glass of water and holds it out.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon sits up and fluffs one of the pillows behind her so she can lead against the headboard, then takes the water and downs half of it at a gulp.

"I know it's not night," she points out. "You don't need to stay in here with me if you're not tired, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

The corner of his mouth curves up as he fills his own glass, then sets the pitcher on the table on her side of the bed and reaches to switch glasses with her.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

[from_the_outside]

She beams at him and reaches up to push her mussed hair out of her face, then laughs as he switches glasses to give her more water.

"Okay," she says, simply, and puts her glass aside, then pats the open bed next to her. "Come on, soldier boy. Let's get a little downtime."

[nerves_of_ice]

He finishes his water, leans over to kiss her, then goes around and crawls into the other side of the bed.

"Rest, baby," he murmurs. "I'm here with you."

[from_the_outside]

She waits until he's crawled in between the sheets and has gotten settled, then pushes herself over to press against him, sliding one leg over his and tucking herself against his side, her arm draped over his middle.

"Stay," she murmurs, letting her eyes drift closed. "Stay with me. I don't want to wake up alone anymore."

[nerves_of_ice]

He puts his arm around her, rests his other hand over her arm on his body, and kisses her hair.

"I'm here," he murmurs. "And I'll stay. I'll be here when you wake."

[from_the_outside]

"I missed you so much," she whispers, and settles her cheek a little more closely in the hollow of his shoulder.

"Don't let me sleep too long, okay?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Okay," he promises, having already decided that however long she sleeps is how long she needs to rest and heal.

"I won't."

[from_the_outside]

"Okay."

She runs sleepy fingers over his side and muffles a yawn. "Sweet dreams, baby."