[ WWII AU ] Chantez, compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté

[from_the_outside]

There's nothing strange about Yvette Rheaume or the credentials she provides to Monsieur Lavigne when she arrives to replace Amelie. "Her mother is ill," Lavigne explains to the girl. "You will fill in for her duties until she returns, yes?"

Yes, of course. And it's a relief when the girl proves both capable and well-mannered; he simply cannot afford to force Herr Schneider to wait. If the facility were to cancel their monthly orders, he'd lose hundreds, thousands of francs in profit, money which assuages his guilt at assisting the enemy. He explains the process to the girl as they ride in a jeep towards the facility, and impresses on her the need for perfect discretion. "I will expect you to take clear and comprehensive notes," he reminds her. "We cannot miss any opportunity to re-supply."

"Yes, sir," she promises, and dutifully notes his instructions.

His ears are ringing by the time they reach the facility and Herr Schneider steps outside to greet them, his sharp eyes resting for a moment on Yvette. "Who is this lovely creature?" he asks, and Lavigne hastens to assure him of her loyalty and credentials. The German nods and politely ushers them inside. Lavigne is too relieved and too focused on the robust order to come to pay much mind to the way the man keeps half an eye on Yvette.

But she doesn't miss it. Not a single glance.

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[from_the_outside]

Steve nods and waits politely as Sharon finishes her drink, then helps pull her chair out for her as she gets up.

"Then good night, gentlemen," she tells them, smiling. "See you later."

She lets her glance rest just a second longer on Bucky, hoping he'll realize she's not planning on going straight to sleep, then beams at the others as they chorus their good nights before she falls into step with Steve and makes for the tent exit.

[nerves_of_ice]

Farnsworth's the one who goes and retrieves the next round, bringing back a couple of pitchers, and they settle in for more stories and camaraderie. Bucky sticks it out for another glass and a half, but bails out with a grin when Dugan starts up a round of drinking songs.

He starts toward Steve's tent first, wanting to check in.

[from_the_outside]

"I really did appreciate your help today, Agent," Steve says, as they stroll towards her tent. "And I believe, if you're willing, there will be other opportunities for you to work with the team."

"More than willing, Cap," Sharon promises him. "This is what I do. I don't want to put a pause on who I am, just because of my situation. As long as I'm here, I'm at your disposal."

"Glad to hear it," Steve tells her, and smiles as they draw to a halt before her tent. "But for now, get some rest. Good work today."

"You, too," she smiles back, and heads into her tent, checking the time.

[nerves_of_ice]

As he'd figured, Steve's still awake when he swings by. His best friend looks almost relieved to see him for some reason when he pokes his head in. "Hey."

"Hi." Steve smiles. "Heck of a day, huh?"

"Sure was. I'm surprised Schneider didn't bite one of those stupid cyanide teeth," he says, taking the camp stool for himself as Steve shifts to the cot. "Guess we'll see if he knows anything or if he's like a contract guy or something."

"Mm-hm. We'll find out." Steve gives him a searching look. "Sharon did pretty well, don't you think?"

"She did," Bucky murmurs. "She really did."

[from_the_outside]

It's a relief to get out to the field, to breathe in the cool night air and look up at the stars. She doesn't expect a portal to open, and none does, but for the first time, she feels a little more connected to her home time, anyway.

"Hey, boss," she tells the absent Fury. "I know you're working on bringing me back, but just so you know, I'm doing okay. We got some good work done today. It's different, but still good. And I'll keep doing what I can, until you and the eggheads bring me back."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hangs out with Steve for a while, chatting easily about this and that as they unwind. Eventually, though, he takes his leave and turns his steps in the direction of the field.

He goes quietly, heading for the tree where he’d been when the world had changed, but makes no effort to hide his approach.

[from_the_outside]

A small thrill runs through her when she hears soft footsteps. She turns to check anyway – it might be someone else out for a walk beneath the stars, after all – but there's no surprise in her face when she sees him.

"Hey," she says, and smiles. "Fancy meeting you here."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Hi, angel.” Bucky’s answering smile is warm. “Want some company?”

[from_the_outside]

"Always, when it's you."

She turns and moves slowly to meet him halfway, holding out her hand to him. "You did good today, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

“So did you.” He closes his fingers around hers and draws her closer, looking down at her in the starlight.

“I’m sorry I left any of them for you to have to mop up.”

[from_the_outside]

"It's okay," she promises, softly. "That's the job. You did your part and I did mine."

She laces their fingers together and looks back up at him, her expression soft. "And you taking out those other two really helped."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I could have gotten all four, but they’d have gotten the shipping doors shut again,” he tells her, quietly.

“But I guess I shouldn’t have worried. You did amazing.” His smile grows. “The way you looked when we pulled up—-“

[from_the_outside]

"Baby, that was the only call to make," she assures him. "I would have done the same thing."

Her own smile warms to see his, and as she remembers the way he laughed when he and Steve pulled up. "I don't think they appreciated you laughing at them."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Tough luck for them.” He grins, remembering.

“You were incredible, angel.”

[from_the_outside]

"You didn't even see me in action," she says, amused, and reaches up to trace the wave of his hair where it's trying to fall onto his forehead. "It wasn't so hard."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Maybe I will next time,” he murmurs, tipping his head into her touch. Bucky reaches up to cradle her face, brushing his thumb lightly over the arch of her cheekbone as his glance falls to her mouth.

[from_the_outside]

"Maybe."

Her breath catches as his glance lowers to her lips, as the light touch of his hand against her cheek sends warmth racing through her. It's impossible to resist that sweet invitation; she sets her free hand lightly on his chest and pushes up on her toes to brush her lips against his.

[nerves_of_ice]

He slides his hand back, tangling his fingers in the silken locks of her hair, and angles her head to better fit her mouth to his as he kisses her again and again.

Each kiss is lazy and lingering and gentle, but thorough. He lets himself enjoy the sweet feel of her, the taste of her, even while he sternly orders himself to behave.

[from_the_outside]

Each kiss is a sizzling coal dropped into her stomach. She slides her hand from his chest to the side of his neck, his skin warm against her palm, and makes a soft sound as he tips her head to kiss her slow and sweet, as his fingers run through her hair. She kisses him back over and over, releasing herself to this feeling and the desire that's simmering through her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He sets their linked hands on his waist and lets go, leaving her hand there and putting his arm around her to hold her close as he kisses her, as she returns each sweet kiss with one of her own.

[from_the_outside]

She's tried not to push him in the days since they'd sat beneath the tree on his stashed groundcloth, but it's so much harder than she would ever have anticipated. With every light touch, every time his arms go around her, all she can think about is how good it feels and how much more she wants.

Nothing has made her change her mind. If anything, her desire has only grown.

Curving her hand at his side, she tips her head and presses a kiss to his cheek, to his jaw, to the side of his throat.

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans softly as a shiver runs through him. Sensation sparks through him like chain lightning.

“God, baby, how you make me feel,” he murmurs, drawing his fingers through her hair.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses his skin tenderly, then sets her head against his as she closes her eyes, breathing him in.

"You make me feel like I'm flying," she whispers.

Or like her heart has forgotten how to keep a steady, non-drunken pace. Same difference. "It feels like I come to life when you touch me."

[nerves_of_ice]

“That so?” he murmurs. Bucky takes his hand from her hair and runs it over her shoulder and down her side to her hip, then starts back up again, slow and deliberate.

“I’ll remember that,” he promises, low and warm.

[from_the_outside]

She shivers as his hand tracks over her side, curving gently against her, and slips her own fingers into the thick soft mess of his hair. "Good," she murmurs back, and kisses him again, gentle and lingering, savoring the taste and feel of him. "Do I feel nice to you?"