[ 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]

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?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“Like a dream come true,” he promises, and stretches his fingers out over her rib cage.

“I want to tease you a little,” he murmurs. “Make you feel good. Is that okay?”

[from_the_outside]

She huffs a laugh and kisses the side of his neck once more. "It's okay by me," she murmurs. "But if you snap what's left of my self control, you'll only have yourself to blame."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Then I guess we better hope mine’s as good as I think it is,” he murmurs, and bends his head to capture her mouth as he skims both hands along her sides, shaping the curve of her hips.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a small sound on a caught breath in and runs her own hands over his shoulders and back to the sides of his neck.

"Okay," she teases, low and warm. "But if I'm being honest, I'm not going to hope that hard."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles at that. “I meant what I said before,” he reminds her. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t stayed awake at night thinking of ways to touch you.”

As he speaks, he curves his hands over the sweet swell of her behind, rocking her against him, then loosens the pressure and skims his fingers back up her sides with aching deliberation to cup the curves of her breasts.

[from_the_outside]

"You too, huh?"

But it's hard to tease him when he's running his hands slow and deliberate over her body. Her heart skips as he curves his palms over her behind, then lurches into a painfully quick tarantella as he caresses his way up along her ribs to the swell of her breasts. Even through the layers of clothes between them, she can feel the aching prickle as her body responds to his touch. "Yes," she murmurs, and kisses him, slow and thorough. "Please."