[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]

His smile turns bright and shining, and he gets to his feet, then crawls into the bed behind her and puts his arms around her waist before kissing the side of her hair.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon leans back against him and rolls her head back against his shoulder to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Dream about anything good?”

[nerves_of_ice]

“I just drifted in and out,” he murmurs, shivering at her kiss. Bucky turns his head and kisses her throat.

“Did you dream?”

[from_the_outside]

She makes a small, pleased sound at his kiss and shakes her head.

“Nothing I can remember.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He follows her small sound with more kisses, tracing the line of her pulse.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

[from_the_outside]

Sharon shivers and tips her head further, exposing the length of her neck to him as her hair falls down over his shoulder.

"This is enough of a dream already."

[nerves_of_ice]

"A good dream, I hope," he teases, nibbling at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

[from_the_outside]

She shakes and makes a small sound as his teeth scrape over that sensitive spot, and breathes a quiet laugh. "The best dream," she promises. "I don't want it to end."

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws her back against him, running his hands from her waist up her sides to cup her curves, then back down again.

"Me either," he says, softly.

[from_the_outside]

She's warm and pliant against him as she stretches one arm up and back so she can run her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head, giving him even more room to caress her body.

"It doesn't have to," she promises. "Even when we're not here, I'll still feel this way about you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He keeps running his hands over her, slow and deliberate, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the long, lithe beauty of her body under his hands.

"So will I," he promises her. Will she remember him when she returns to the future? Will their time together be a fond recollection for her, part of an impossible adventure? He hopes it will, and doesn't want her to have any regrets.

[from_the_outside]

"Good."

She turns her head to mouth lazy kisses along his jaw, stretching luxuriously under his hands as he runs them over her skin and coaxes her body back into life, reveling in his touch.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmurs into her ear. Bucky shifts, turning to her side and gathering her into his arms so he can lay her gently down on the bed.

"Be with me again. Let me be with you."

[from_the_outside]

She willingly lets him guide her back down to the bed, and cradles his head in her hands so she can press kiss after gentle kiss to his mouth.

"Yes, baby," she murmurs. "Yes."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he echoes, softly, as he kisses her back over and over, covering her in kisses and touches and the weight of his body. This time every touch is slower and more gentle, a coming together rather than being blown by the whirlwind storm of long-suppressed desire.

[from_the_outside]

He drops kisses onto her lips and brushes touches over her skin and she blooms beneath them like desert flowers drinking in a sudden gentle rain. Her hands skate over his back, down along his hips and up his sides, as she kisses him back, again and again and again.

[nerves_of_ice]

He spends time giving attention to the kinds of touches and places on her body that bring her the most pleasure, based on her responses. He lingers over each one, drawing every nuance from her that he can, before he moves to another and does it again.

Eventually, finally, he dips a finger into her warmth with a delicate touch, making sure she's ready, then sheathes himself in protection before pressing into her.

[from_the_outside]

She moans as he sinks into her and kisses him again, breathless, before shifting her weight towards him.

"Roll over," she coaxes, shivers running over her skin. "Let me be above you, baby. I want to see you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles, slow and warm. "Oh?" he murmurs, and leans down to kiss her again, deep and passionate, before he wraps his arms around her and rolls them both over as she's asked until he's on his back and she's on top.

With a quick, wicked grin, he rolls his hips, thrusting up into her.

[from_the_outside]

She sits up and sinks down onto him with a gasp as he pushes up into her, then rocks her hips to take him as deep as possible. Her fingers brush over his stomach as she balances, her hips moving in a slow circle and her breath coming fast. Her dark, heated gaze stays on his face as she moves, watching to see what he likes best.

[nerves_of_ice]

He lets out a groan of pleasure as she shifts and rocks with him, drowning in her eyes. Bucky's not shy about letting her see how she affects him, knowing that she's learning him just as much as he's learning her.

He rocks with her, arching his back and curving his hands over her hips, then drawing his fingers down to press against her where they're joined, trying to stimulate nerves and make her feel good.

[from_the_outside]

She groans low in her throat as he touches her, then leans forward, her hands coming to rest on his chest, her hair spilling over her shoulders in a haze of mingled dark and bright gold.

Even with wanting to take her time, she can feel everything beginning to tighten, pleasure pulsing through her. She squeezes herself around him, wanting pull him to the edge right alongside her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He sees stars in his vision as she tightens around him, but holds himself back as long as he can, wanting to see her go over, wanting to be with her when she does.

[from_the_outside]

"Yes, baby," she murmurs, totally caught in him, drowning in sensation. "Yes."

She rocks her hips a little faster, nudging herself against his fingers and against that sweet spot deep inside, until she can't take it any longer and cries out, her head falling back as her climax builds and breaks inside her.

[nerves_of_ice]

In that moment, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Bucky’s back arches again and he gives himself up to the wild explosion of pleasure, bucking upward with her before he catches her in his arms and collapses with her.