[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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[nerves_of_ice]

"See?" he teases. "I knew you were an angel, right from the start."

[from_the_outside]

"I guess you did," she teases back.

She wishes she could bring him to the house in Virginia, so they could sit outside in the sun like this, and sleep in the same bed, and have a real chance at time together.

It's impossible, but she wants it anyway.

[nerves_of_ice]

Laughter dances in his eyes as he takes a sip of wine. He looks as relaxed as he feels, stretched out beside her, and at this moment he can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun growing up."

[from_the_outside]

"I did." She smiles down at him and reaches to run her fingers lightly through the wave of his hair. "I was very fortunate. I still am, I guess."

She's never had to scrape together money to see a movie, or wonder how her family will get fed. She grew up without a care in the world, happy and wild and excited for the future. "And because of Aunt Peggy, I always knew what I wanted to do with my life."

[nerves_of_ice]

He tips his head back just a little, angling into her touch. "Uh-huh," he says, solemnly. "Travel through time and space."

[from_the_outside]

Her laugh bubbles up and out of her and she tightens her fingers gently in his hair to wobble his head, teasing.

"Yep," she agrees. "Got it in one."

[nerves_of_ice]

His breath catches slightly as she tightens her grip and a flash of desire strikes through him. Bucky makes himself not let anything more of it show, or tries, and grins up at her.

"Hey, I know I'm just a simple soldier boy," he teases back, "but I can be quick on the uptake sometimes."

[from_the_outside]

The small gasp he makes is like flint striking steel in her stomach. "There's nothing simple about you, soldier boy," she tells him, smiling, and rakes her fingers through his hair before lifting her hand away.

"Not a damn thing."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Guess you found me out," he murmurs, and takes a last sip of wine before setting the glass to the side on the grass. Bucky flashes a quick grin at her and lies back, hands folded behind his head.

"It's a pretty day."

[from_the_outside]

She smiles and sips at her own wine, then sets her glass aside and settles down next to him, looking up into the dappled leaves and the blue sky beyond. "It is," she agrees. "We really lucked out on the weather."

[nerves_of_ice]

"We did," he agrees. "Although I had a backup plan if it was raining or too messy. A little bit of one, anyway."

[from_the_outside]

"Yeah?"

She rolls her head to look at him, her lips curving. "What was it?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Well, you might see part of it later," he returns, blandly. "And of course, there's always the movies. Those are inside, out of the muck and mire."

[from_the_outside]

"True," she agrees, and amuses herself for a moment with thinking about how much he would probably enjoy a backyard movie night, or a drive-in.

She glances at the little house that sits nearby. "Did it have anything to do with that cottage?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He turns his head to look at her, with a sweet smile. "Maybe," he allows.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles back at him.

"We lay like this the first night I got here," she murmurs. "Watching the stars. Remember?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I do," he says, softly. "I can't forget anything about you, angel."

[from_the_outside]

"I couldn't get you off my mind even then."

She studies him for a moment, then shifts herself forward to kiss him, gentle and lingering.

[nerves_of_ice]

He keeps his hands behind his head, fingers laced together, willing himself not to reach for her just yet. She has the right to change her mind, and even if she hasn't she has the right to want to do other things with this day, and he refuses to do anything to overwhelm her or drown her in sensation until he's certain of her choices.

Bucky leans up into the kiss, returning it with warmth and affection and longing of his own.

[from_the_outside]

She can taste the wine on his lips and smell the sunshine on his skin, and even without him touching her at all, his kiss takes her breath away.

Sharon pushes herself up and leans over him to kiss him again, her hair falling over her shoulders and around his face in a cloud of gold as she does.

[nerves_of_ice]

He's only a man, and he'd dare any man to resist this much temptation. Carefully, he slides his fingers into her hair, cradling her head between his hands, and kisses her back.

[from_the_outside]

She teases him with the tip of her tongue, then nips his bottom lip before soothing it with another kiss, savoring the feeling of his fingers in her hair.

"You look so good, lying here in the sun," she murmurs. "What a handsome devil you are."

[nerves_of_ice]

A low groan escapes him as she bites his lip, and he draws her in for another kiss.

"Look who's talking," he manages. "You're gorgeous, angel."

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him again, lips parting, feeling familiar warmth beginning to bloom in her gut as she shifts to lie next to him, stretching herself out along his body.

"You're impossible," she murmurs. "God, Bucky, do you have any idea what you do to me?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“Well, if it’s anything like what you do to me—-“

He turns toward her, running one hand slowly down from her shoulder along her side to her hip, and kisses her again.