[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]

Bucky returns it willingly, wanting her touch, her smile, the feel of her body against him. When it breaks, he grins back, delighted, and wraps both arms around her to draw her in as he kisses her back down into the bed that he'd made for them, covering her with his body.

[from_the_outside]

Her arms go around his neck as he kisses her into the smooth sheet, the scent of hay and flowers all around them. She shifts beneath him to bracket her thighs at his hips, letting him slide between her legs before she hooks one ankle over his.

“Baby, please,” she murmurs, between kisses. “Let me feel you inside me.”

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he whispers, and reaches down between them to tease her with more circling touches as he slowly pushes inside her, until he's as deep as he can go and they're as joined as two people can be.

Bucky kisses her over and over as he rolls his hips, pulling back and pressing deep again, continuing to touch her with one hand while he wraps his other arm around her and holds her close.

[from_the_outside]

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.”

[nerves_of_ice]

His name on her lips is a siren's song, and the feel of her hands on him as she pulls him closer and rocks with him sets wildfire raging in his blood.

"Sharon," he murmurs, and kisses her as he moves faster, as they move faster together. "Angel."

[from_the_outside]

He murmurs her name and it feels like a benediction.

"Darling," she whispers back, before moaning as a spasm of pleasure crosses her face. She hikes her legs up to his hips, then winds them around his waist. One hand flattens against his back, the other sinks trembling fingers into his hair and grips the way she knows he likes.

[nerves_of_ice]

He throws his head back with a raw sound, every muscle and line of him in sharp relief as sensation surges. Bucky slides his arm down, helping hold her at the new angle, driving deeper with each movement. He runs his other hand over her belly, over the curves of her breasts, restless and seeking and desperate to touch her even more.

[from_the_outside]

The sound he makes drives deep into her core and implodes there, spattering molten heat through her. "Baby," she pleads, as her muscles tighten and he pushes deep inside her, filling her over and over again. "Baby, baby, please."

He feels so good she can hardly stand it, has no idea how she's been able to bear these last weeks.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he promises, and "yes, Sharon, sweetheart, yes--"

Bucky shifts to take her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss as he rolls his hips in a surge of motion, seeking to bring her over the edge into bliss before he lets himself follow.

[from_the_outside]

She gasps and makes a muffled cry as he presses sharply into her, so close it's difficult to tell where she ends and he begins. "Yes," she tells him, as the shivers turn to waves and every muscle tenses in a delicious ache. "Yes – "

He touches her and rolls his hips, brushing those spots deep inside, and her head falls back as the wave crests and breaks, rolling through her in a rush of pleasure that flashes white behind her eyes. She cries out as the flood takes her, unthinking and reflexive, shuddering in his arms.

[nerves_of_ice]

She cries out and shivers beneath him, around him, and he clutches her to him as his spine locks and he loses himself in the storm.

[from_the_outside]

She feels him tense and release, shaking in her arms, sending another muffled shock of pleasure through her. Holding him through it, she breathes deep as her heart rate finally begins to slow, her muscles all loose and relaxed.

Sharon mouths kisses over his neck, then lifts a hand to push sweat-dampened hair off her forehead before she gives him a dark-eyed, lazy smile.

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her cheek, her lips, then the tip of her nose and gathers her close.

“My darling angel,” he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

"My sweetheart," she murmurs back, and winds her arms around him, holding him close. She's never thought of herself as a tender person and she doesn't have the gentlest touch, but she finds herself wanting to be sweet with him, to ghost her fingers over his skin and smooth his hair and feel his heart beating against her chest.

She smiles, dopey and pleased, and kisses the edge of his ear. "You're worth the wait."

[nerves_of_ice]

He can’t help but kiss her again at that, slow and lingering, then frees one hand to brush her hair back from her face.

“Am I too heavy for you?”

[from_the_outside]

She shakes her head, her hair rustling against the sheet, and blinks at him, slow and content. "No," she promises.

"Besides, I've wanted to have you here in my arms for so long."

[nerves_of_ice]

“So long,” he echoes, with a soft smile. “You’re a dream come true, Sharon.”

[from_the_outside]

"So are you," she tells him, softly.

Literally, even. She's pretty sure she'd had this dream more than once during puberty. She reaches up to comb his hair back from his forehead, her heart so full she's a little afraid it's going to shatter.

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds still as she runs her fingers through his hair, smiling down at her. “That feels nice,” he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

"Good."

She gently strokes her fingers through his hair, then lifts them away to do it again. "Thank you for doing all this," she tells him, her voice church-quiet. "I love it. You make me feel like the most special girl in the world."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I wanted to,” he murmurs, brushing the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “I wanted you to feel special. You are.”

[from_the_outside]

She tips her head into his touch, savoring the gentle warmth of it. "You're special to me, too," she tells him, soft and sincere. "Very special."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her again, gently.

“I’m so glad I met you, Sharon. I know coming here isn’t anything you ever wanted, and I won’t give up trying to get you home, but… I’m so glad you’re here now.”

[from_the_outside]

"I'm glad, too."

It's impossible. There's no future for them, only heartbreak and longing and memories. But she doesn't care. She strokes her hand over his hair and kisses him, soft and lingering. "I wouldn't give up meeting you for anything."

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile shines like the sun. Bucky kisses her again, then shifts to the side and coaxes her with him so that she can rest her head on his shoulder.

As discreetly as he can, he removes the condom and discards it to the side under the edge of the hay, then puts both arms around her once more.