[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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[from_the_outside]

Sharon shifts and arches beneath him, making small, soft sounds as he makes his way down along her body, lighting nerves with each gentle kiss as he goes. Slow, she'd asked for, and he's clearly taken it to heart, after that sudden storm of breathless desire.

She toys with the idea of telling him she's changed her mind, but he's so patient and so careful and caring and gentle that all she wants to do is luxuriate in him like she would in a hot bath.

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws her clothes down her legs with deliberate care, bestowing kisses along the way. One to her knee, another to her calf, then to her ankle before he drops her clothes to the floor and rids himself of his own.

For a moment, then, he just stays still, looking at her.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles at him, her hair strewn in golden waves over the pillow, early evening light filtering through the window shade and throwing her naked body into soft relief.

"What?" she teases, gently. "See something you like?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles back. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?"

[from_the_outside]

"Hopefully enough for someone as handsome as you."

His eyes are so light and the expression in them so loving, and she hasn't been self-conscious around him in seven years. Sharon reaches up, stretching her arms up over her head to rest them on the pillow, and slides her feet against the sheets, her bare legs long and relaxed, letting him see all of her without any hint of fear or embarrassment.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You bring me to my knees, angel." He suits actions to words, kneeling beside her on the bed as he runs one hand slowly from ankle to hip.

[from_the_outside]

Her dark eyes stay watching his face as he trails his hand slowly along her leg as she lies there, warm and relaxed. Lifting one lazy hand, she curves her palm at his hip, her thumb running lightly over his skin.

"Look who's talking."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head at that, smiling a little. Bucky traces his fingers over her skin, across her belly and along her torso, then shapes the curve of his hand to one breast, circling her nipple with his thumb.

"I could do this for hours; look at you for hours, feel your body for just as long."

[from_the_outside]

"We've got a lot of time to make up for," she murmurs, and sighs as she arches into his gentle touch.

"You're my favorite thing to look at, baby. You're so beautiful."

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans down to kiss her again, easy and sweet, as he keeps caressing her.

"Look who's talking."

[from_the_outside]

Each sweep of his thumb sends sweet pleasure tingling through her whole body, and she makes soft sounds against his mouth as she sets her own hands on his chest, feeling his warmth and solidity and strength. "I don't mind taking some time if you don't," she tells him, her voice soft and warm.

"We've got nowhere to be."

[nerves_of_ice]

Each little noise she makes sets a fire simmering in his blood. "There's nowhere else I want to be, but here with you."

He captures her nipple between finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth and stroking up toward the tip before he continues the light, teasing touches.

[from_the_outside]

"Same," she says, then moans against his lips as he toys with her nipple. It stiffens beneath his thumb, his sweet touch lancing lightning through her blood with each brush over tender skin.

Her hands travel over his chest, slow and caressing, then up and over his shoulders, uncaring of the difference between metal and flesh.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles against her mouth, drinking in the small sound, and does it again as he shifts position so that he can draw his left hand along her skin and curve it around her other breast, so that he can give the soft, teasing caresses to both.

[from_the_outside]

Her hips push down into the bed as she arches her back, pressing her hardened nipples up into his fingers.

"Seven years," she marvels, "and you drive me just as crazy as you always did."

Not that long for him, she knows, but she thinks -- she hopes -- that if she'd been the one Snapped, he'd still feel the same way.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Good," he murmurs, enjoying the way she responds to him. "I'd hate to think I didn't live up to your memories."

[from_the_outside]

"Oh, you far surpass my memories," she teases back, then bites back a moan as he caresses her.

"But they were nice to have, all the same."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Let's see if we can make more," he suggests, and begins to trail kisses along the line of her throat.

[from_the_outside]

"You're on, Barnes."

She runs one hand up the back of his neck and into his hair as she turns her head, giving him as much access to her skin as he wants.

[nerves_of_ice]

As he kisses her, he continues the movement of his hands, cherishing her. He lets himself drown in her scent, her warmth, the taste of her skin as he plants kiss after kiss, the feel of her pulse beneath his lips as he reaches the spot at the base of her throat that she likes so well, and teases it with lips and tongue.

[from_the_outside]

He's still kneeling at her side, not lying over her; she can't wrap a leg around him and draw him in. She contents herself with running her hands over him, over every inch of skin and metal she can reach, as she makes soft sounds and gives herself up to his sweet kisses and caresses.

No one in Madripoor could ever understand anything like this. Even romantic entanglements were just another way to gain power or control. They couldn't possibly understand how it feels to be so thoroughly cherished by someone who loves her so much, even though he's seen the worst of what she can be.

[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.