[WWII AU] you and your baby went to town

[from_the_outside]

Waiting for Bucky's day off has been as difficult as waiting for Christmas used to be when she was a kid. And it doesn't help that they just don't seem to be able to manage time alone together after the mission – not enough of it, anyway. A few stolen kisses here and there are all she gets, even as she feels like she's burning up from pure want.

When he finally tells her, grinning, that he's gotten another R&R day, she spends the next few days in a haze of relieved anticipation. Not just at the thought of finally being able to touch him, but just because she loves spending the time with him. She knows it's a bad idea, knows it's only going to hurt so much worse down the line, but she can't stop herself, and she doesn't want to.

She doesn't ride with him into town this time. Instead, he'd told her to meet him at the little chapel he'd shown her earlier. Wilkins is happy to give her a lift, after she spends extra time and care on her hair and makeup and clothes – the civilian outfit he likes so much and which Lorraine had tried to ruin. 

She's right on time as she walks into the little chapel and looks around for him. "Bucky?"

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[from_the_outside]

She laughs, breathless, then moans as he strokes her inside and out, as her body responds to each sweet caress. His tongue swirls against her and his fingers move inside her and she can feel everything start to crumble as her hand fists in the sheet of the makeshift bed.

"Baby," she manages. "Baby – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He takes his other hand from under her, petting her stomach before he reaches for her hand where it’s clenched on the sheets, holding on to her as he continues to work her with lips and tongue and fingertips.

[from_the_outside]

She threads her shaking fingers with his, then shudders as he runs his tongue over a spot that makes light flash behind her eyes. When he does it again, her whole body shakes as she cries out, low and breathless as pleasure bursts through her and leaves her trembling and loose.

[nerves_of_ice]

He stays with her through the waves of her pleasure, then gently draws his hand from her and kisses her thigh, her hip, and her belly before he surges up her body and uses his hold on her hand to flip her.

Bucky hugs her to him with the arm now wrapped around her, then lets the weight of his body press against her back, covering over her. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

She breathes deep, her eyes closed, and lets him blanket her, warm and strong and reassuring.

"You sure do," she murmurs. She can't even look head on at how completely he has her, knowing how much it'll hurt later. "You have me."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her shoulder, then the nape of her neck, nudging her hair aside as he does.

“Beautiful lady,” he whispers.

[from_the_outside]

She tips her head forward to bare the nape of her neck to him, shivering a little as his breath puffs over sensitive skin.

"Handsome man," she murmurs quietly back. "My sweet soldier boy."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her nape again, gentle and lingering, then tucks his face into the crook of her neck and just rests with her for a moment, his breath warm against her skin.

[from_the_outside]

She lets her eyes drift closed as she savors the feeling of his arms around her and his warm weight against her. He presses his face into the crook of her neck and a wave of tenderness curls through her. She runs her hand to the back of his and threads their fingers together, puffing out her breath in a small, contented sigh.

[nerves_of_ice]

He drops a small kiss in the curve of her throat and smiles. “Let me know when you want me to move.”

[from_the_outside]

She chuckles a little, her back moving against his chest. "It's cute," she tells him. "Like you think I'm about to make a break for it."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Not now you aren’t,” he teases, and kisses her cheek.

[from_the_outside]

"Definitely not," she laughs. "It's very effective."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Good," he murmurs, and kisses her cheek again, then leans his head against hers.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles as his head nudges against hers. "Good thing I didn't want to go anywhere else, anyway."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles at that, soft and low, then shifts a little to the side so that he's not weighing her down into the hay below. He keeps his arm around her, though, the long line of his body pressed to hers.

"Where would you go, if you could? While you're here, I mean."

[from_the_outside]

"Hmm."

She rolls back against him, tucked against his chest and the curve of his body, and layers her forearm over his, her fingers tracing lightly over his hand. "It'd be nice to be able to stay long enough to see London."

She smiles, slight. "I wish I could bring you to Virginia. I wonder if the house has been built yet."

[nerves_of_ice]

His arm tightens around her, just the slightest bit. "You might," he points out. "We'll likely be heading back soon. Although Howard's making noises about trying to trigger some kind of reaction."

[from_the_outside]

"He is?"

Her fingers curl around his, then thread through so she can hold onto his hand, determined not to be pulled away in this moment. "Any idea how?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not yet." He squeezes her hand as she laces their fingers together. "I overheard my team talking about it while they were adjusting the instrument harness. They're not always good at realizing I'm listening, rather than just another piece of equipment they're working on."

He sounds matter-of-fact about it.

[from_the_outside]

"They get pretty caught in their own world," she murmurs.

She imagines Howard flipping a switch and feeling that same pull as before, and her arm tightens around his. "I want to get home," she says, finally, soft in the quiet cottage. "But I don't want to leave you."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I think it's a scientist thing," he says, dry as dust, then presses a kiss to her hair.

"I want you to be able to go home," he agrees. "But I'll never be happy about losing you."

[from_the_outside]

"I don't want to lose you, either."

It's impossible to have both, though. She still has a future to get back to, and his is already written. She turns in his arms, rolling over to face him, and brushes her hand over his hair with a small, rueful smile. "But until then, I'm going to savor every second I get with you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans into her touch, his gaze steady on hers, as an answering smile curves his lips - faint but real, and almost impossibly sweet.

"We have here," he agrees, softly. "We have now. We have each other. We'll make the most of it."

[from_the_outside]

"Yes, we will."

Her fingers leave soft furrows in his hair before she smooths them back out, petting him gently. "And I'm so, so happy to have time with you, Bucky."