[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]

“I’m glad you said yes,” he murmurs back. “I’ve been wanting you in my arms like this for ages now.”

[from_the_outside]

"Oh yeah?"

She nibbles at his lip, teasing. "Just like this?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“To start,” he agrees, as a shiver runs through him and he kisses her again, more deeply this time.

[from_the_outside]

"Well, you have me."

He shivers and her arms tighten around him, the small sound she makes muffled against his mouth.

[nerves_of_ice]

The little noise she makes lights a fire in his blood. He rolls over on his back, drawing her with him, and kisses her again.

“Nothing you don’t want,” he promises. “Just kiss me again, darling.”

[from_the_outside]

"As many times as you want," she murmurs. He pulls her over him like a blanket and she presses kiss after sweet, lingering kiss to his mouth, utterly relaxed in his arms. "My sweetheart."

This impossible, incredible man, who she can't get enough of. She's never been the type to lose her head over a guy before, but then, she's never met a guy like him before.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Beautiful lady,” he murmurs, running one hand gently up and down her back. She’s a dream out of time, impossible yet here, and he doesn’t want to miss a second of what’s between them.

[from_the_outside]

She rests a forearm on his chest and runs her free hand up into his hair, watching his face with a small smile on her lips. "I'm so lucky," she teases, gently. "To have gotten pulled through time and space to almost land on your head."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I should have caught you,” he tells her, tipping his head into her touch.

“Although I have to admit wasn’t expecting an angel to fall out of the sky.”

[from_the_outside]

"I'm just glad you didn't shoot me. That would have been awkward."

She strokes her fingers through his soft hair and leans down to kiss him, gentle. "Maybe you didn't catch me then, but you still make me feel like I'm flying."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky wraps his arms around her and holds her close to him as he kisses her back.

“You say the sweetest things.”

[from_the_outside]

"Mm." She hums against his lips, content. "You are the only person in the world who'd say that."

She's not sweet. She's never sweet. But he is, and she finds she wants to treat him gently, even as she loves teasing him.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Well, it’s true.” He slides one hand up into her hair, curving his fingers over the nape of her neck, and kisses her again.

[from_the_outside]

She shifts over him as he kisses her, and when it breaks she tips her head to the side to kiss his jaw, the side of his throat. "Careful," she murmurs, a laugh in her voice. "You're going to make me forget all about the wine."

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs openly at that, a little breathless from the touch of her lips.

“Do you want me to remind you?”

[from_the_outside]

"No."

She lifts her head to look down at him, her eyes warm. "I get drunk enough just on you."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I feel the same.” He shifts under her, leaning up to kiss her again.

[from_the_outside]

She laughs and leans down to kiss him again, trailing her fingers from his hair down along the side of his neck, feeling his pulse beating steadily against her palm.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shivers again at her touch and tangles his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back so he can press kisses along the side of her throat, tracing the line of her pulse with his lips.

[from_the_outside]

Her breath catches at the feel of his mouth against her skin, and she shivers in the arm he still has around her.

"Baby," she murmurs. "We barely had any alone time lately. You're going to drive me crazy."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I hope so,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. “I really hope so.”

He nips lightly at where her neck meets her shoulder, then soothes the spot with his tongue.

[from_the_outside]

She shakes in his arms and slides her fingers up into his hair as her eyes fall half-lidded.

"Bucky," she murmurs, flattening her other hand against his ribs. "No one's going to come back here, will they?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“Not likely, but—“

He raises his head from kissing her shoulder and gives her a sweet smile.

“Come inside with me?”

[from_the_outside]

She smiles back at him, feeling her heart flip in her chest, and leans to give him a gentle kiss. "Okay," she murmurs. "Let's go inside."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shifts to the side, setting her gently back on the blanket, then rolls to his feet and leans down to help her up.

Bucky kisses her again, then twines his fingers with hers and leads her to the door of the cottage, then pushes it open.

Wildflowers dot the space inside, scattered here and there in miniature bunches tied with string and hung from anything he was able to hang them from. On the far side of the room, Bucky’s made a bed with many thick layers of hay covered by a clean sheet over another makeshift burlap blanket.