He fills her to the brim and she groans at the sensation, her hands skating over his back to curve over his behind, pulling him closer, deeper.

Finally, finally; it’s all she can think, as he sinks into her and as she rocks her hips up to meet him, desperate to find the perfect angle, to take him as deep as she can. “Bucky,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with longing. “Bucky, Bucky.”