[oom] all those times we looked up at the sky

[from_the_outside]

Karli's on the move; she'll strike soon. Bucky and Sam have been in long, tense conversations with each other and with Torres, and she herself has been keeping an obsessive eye on the tracker blip that is Batroc.

It's a lot. The air in the apartment is tense. But she still has to laugh at the sight that greets her when she walks into the living room: Bucky crouched down, his phone out as he takes a photo of Alpine, who is lounging in lazy grandeur, soaking up a puddle of sunshine.

"That'll be a good one," she approves. "Baby, I've been wondering – what happened to your nice camera? You didn't leave it in Wakanda, did you?"

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[nerves_of_ice]

He delights in every caught breath and small noise as he lazily kisses his way around the base of her throat to the other side, giving the mirroring spot the same focused attention before he moves down along the lovely lines of her body.

He replaces his right hand with his mouth at her breast, the heat of his tongue a sharp contrast to the cool metal of his other hand, and gives himself up to lavishing attention on her there as he trails his right hand down toward her hip.

[from_the_outside]

"Oh – "

Her back arches sharply as she gasps, the warmth and wetness of his mouth sending sweet electricity arcing through her as he pulls on her skin and as his vibranium fingers continue to tease her. She shifts restlessly on the bed, drowning in his attention, in every deliberate kiss and touch.

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums against her skin and shifts with her movement, rising and falling with her as she arches against him. Bucky traces a path over her hip and along her inner thigh, drawing aimless patterns there.

[from_the_outside]

She wanted slow, and slow is exactly what he's giving her. Slow, dedicated, loving, like none of the last six years had happened and they're back in the hut by the lake, with a slowly-forming future stretching out ahead of them, learning every inch of each other.

At the light touch of his fingers, she shifts her legs, pushing her knees apart, and lets her own hand trail down over his back to his hip before her fingers curve over his thigh.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles against her skin at the feel of her touch, and lets his own hand move higher, deliberately feathering a light touch of his own over her center, teasing and seeking and promising with each new caress.

[from_the_outside]

"Bucky – "

His name is half a gasp, half a moan as he teases the sensitive bud of nerves there at the join of her legs. Every nerve feels attuned to his slightest touch, and her laugh is breathless. "You're such a tease."

[nerves_of_ice]

He pulls back slowly, using his lips to draw her nipple to a stiff peak, and smiles up at her while he keeps teasing her with his fingers.

"Well, I didn't want to rush."

[from_the_outside]

"Slow," she says, laughing at herself. "Don't rush. I love it."

He's driving her crazy, but she loves every second of it, being the recipient of his single-minded focus.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm glad," he murmurs, and the light in his eyes is warm and happy. "Because I really hope you're enjoying yourself even half as much as I am--"

As he speaks, he slides two fingers inside her and presses his thumb against the nerve-filled bud.

[from_the_outside]

"Ah – "

Her hips rock as he slips his fingers inside her, stroking and caressing and sending waves of pleasure through her. Her own fingers tighten on his thigh, then slip further into his lap to curl gently around the hard length of him. "What did I do to deserve you?" she wonders aloud, her voice a breathless murmur.

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans as her hand closes around him, his fingers crooking inside her and his thumb circling against her. Bucky dips his head to kiss her mouth, deep and wanting, then smiles at her once more.

"You deserve so much better than me, baby, but I'll do my best for you."

[from_the_outside]

"No such thing." She kisses him back, deep and drowning, and slowly strokes her hand over him, moaning softly as he curls his fingers, brushing them against that spot that makes her see white light.

"You already are the best. You're all I want."

[nerves_of_ice]

Desire pools within him, building. His hips rock a little, chasing her touch, even as he makes himself give the rest of his attention to caressing that spot deep inside her, over and over, and lowers his head to kiss her again.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, deep and a little desperate, her breath coming short and fast as he stokes the fire building between them. Her free hand sinks into his hair, gripping it at the root as the fingers she has curled around him keep stroking along his skin at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Bucky," she whispers. "Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Sharon," he murmurs back, before a low wanting sound escapes him as her fingers find purchase in his hair and around his length. He's so hard he's practically aching, but he's determined to draw this out for her as long as he possibly can.

He kisses her again, caressing her with both hands for a few moments before he slides his left arm under her back and lifts her closer.

[from_the_outside]

He can hold her perfectly well on his own, she knows, so her hands are free to keep teasing him as he lifts her. At that groan, she can't help but quicken her stroke a little, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Baby," she groans. "You're driving me crazy."

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs, quick and warm and more than a little breathless, and cradles her to him in the crook of his arm as his other hand moves faster and more certain against her.

"Good," he says, and kisses her again. "I need you, angel."

[from_the_outside]

"You have me," she promises, and kisses him again. She's beginning to tremble all over from the way he's building her up.

"Every breath. Every part of me. All yours."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her again, passionately, and lowers her back to the bed as he shifts to settle between her thighs, nudging against her as he withdraws his fingers.

[from_the_outside]

"Please – "

She reaches down to guide him, lifting her hips. "Baby, I need you, too – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He slides both hands under her hips, lifting her up just a little, just enough that when he sinks deep into her he presses against sensitive nerves - and then he pulls back and does it again, and again, seeking their rhythm together.

[from_the_outside]

She cries out softly as he presses deep inside her. Her hands go to his shoulders, fingers curling into skin and metal alike as he rocks in and pulls back, driving her wild with love and desire. He's moving so deliberately she thinks she'll lose her mind, but she bites her lip and holds on, drowning in sensation, determined not to crack yet.

[nerves_of_ice]

He can feel his body tightening with need and want intertwined and makes a low, deep sound as he rolls his hips and presses deep again, and again. Bucky shifts to support her with his right hand only and brushes the backs of his metal fingers against her cheek, then over her chest, down along her body to press and circle against warm flesh as he rocks into her, with her, drowning in her.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon turns her head to kiss his vibranium fingers, then lifts a shaking hand to his cheek, moaning at the combination of his metal fingers touching her, him pushing deeply into her. "Baby," she begs.

"Baby, baby, I can't take it – let go. Give me everything, please – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans his head into her touch, something almost wild in his eyes at the sound of her moans and the way she feels around him. Her plea causes him to slip the leash on his control, and Bucky drives deep into her, over and over, moving faster and harder than before.