[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]

She wraps herself around him, pulling him as close as she can, wanting to sink right through skin and muscle to bone. As the wave lifts inside her, she grips fingers into his back, into his hair, kissing him deep and desperate and breathless, tightening herself around him as she tries to bring him with her. "Baby – "

It's all she gets out before that wave crests and breaks. She muffles a cry into his shoulder as it storms through her, brilliant and shattering and perfect, and shakes in his arms.

[nerves_of_ice]

She cries out and tightens around him, and white-fire pleasure rockets up his spine as his hips jerk and he thrusts forward, hard and deep and sure. He holds her to him, shuddering with the force of completion and ecstasy, kissing her hair and her neck and everywhere he can reach.

[from_the_outside]

They cling to each other as the tremors rush through them, as the flood slows and becomes a lazy river, leaving her trembling in his arms, flushes and sweat-slicked and loose-muscled with exertion and release.

When everything clears enough, she turns her head and presses a kiss to the warm skin of his neck, then sighs, long and relieved.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shivers a little at the kiss, then lifts his head and smiles at her.

"Not too heavy for you, am I?"

[from_the_outside]

"No," she promises, and wraps her arms around him, just in case he's getting any funny ideas about moving away. Settling her head back in the pillow, she smiles up at him, relaxed, her face flushed.

"I love you so much."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles as she makes her point by holding on to him, and lowers his head to kiss her again at the sight of her smile.

"I love you too, baby. You changed my life."

[from_the_outside]

"Oh yeah?"

She kisses him back, slow and sweet. "In a good way, I hope."

[nerves_of_ice]

"In the best kind of way," he promises, and lifts his hand to brush her hair back from her face.

[from_the_outside]

"I think we can both say that."

She turns her head into his touch, watching him with eyes full of warmth and devotion. "You've definitely changed mine a bunch of times."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Maybe," he admits, with laughter in his glance. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

[from_the_outside]

She can think of one way she would rather have had all of this play out, and it's the way where she never left to go to Madripoor.

But he looks so happy, and she feels so good; she doesn't want to bring it up again. "As long as I keep getting you," she tells him, "I'm satisfied."

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans down to kiss her again, slow and sweet. "You've got me," he murmurs. "Forever, baby."

[from_the_outside]

"Good."

She runs her fingers through his hair, smiling as it stands up on end. "Because I want you forever."

[nerves_of_ice]

He attempts to look up without moving his head, suspicious of the fond mischief in her smile, then gives up and leans into her touch.

"I'm glad."

[from_the_outside]

The look she gives him is all innocence as he rolls his eyes up, trying to see, before she smiles again and runs her hand down along the line of his neck.

"Me, too," she says, softly. "You make me so happy."

[nerves_of_ice]

"My angel," he murmurs, watching her. "You're everything to me."

[from_the_outside]

How Steve could leave him behind, she honestly has no idea at all. The very thought of it makes her want to cling to him so tightly it would be impossible to let go.

"Everything," she echoes, curving her hand to his cheek. "You're everything to me, too."

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans a little into her touch, then dips his head and presses a kiss to her shoulder.

"Sure I'm not too heavy? Are you warm enough?"

[from_the_outside]

"You're not too heavy," she reiterates, smiling, "and I'm plenty warm. But if you're worried about it, we can always roll over."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I just want you to be comfortable," he says, softly, watching her with an expression that's just as soft as his voice.

[from_the_outside]

She wraps both arms around his neck and draws him in for a gentle kiss.

"I'm comfortable," she promises. "I like how this feels. You make me feel safe."

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles at that, liking the idea, and kisses her again.

[from_the_outside]

Really, there's nowhere safer she could be than tucked into his arms, with him between her and the rest of the world. She kisses him back, then chuckles as a light scratching sound comes at the door, accompanied by a plaintive miaow.

"Someone thinks we're taking too long," she murmurs.

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's a good thing he didn't try to interrupt us earlier," Bucky drawls. "I wouldn't have listened."

[from_the_outside]

"Are you going to listen now?" she asks, amused.

Probably. That cat has Bucky wrapped right around his paw.