from_the_outside | [WWII AU] you and your baby went to town

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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"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.

"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."

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."

"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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

They fall back to the bed like puppets with their strings cut, and she lies in his arms, her skin sweat-slicked and glowing in the slanting afternoon sun, her back rising and falling with her rapid breath. Pleasant aftershocks ripple through her from the pressure of his body against hers, and she makes a small, content sound, then lifts a hand to push damp hair off her forehead.

He smiles up at her. “Hi, baby.” Bucky reaches to brush her hair back.

"Hi," she murmurs back, and closes her eyes to tip her head into his touch, then smiles back at him as she opens them again. It's been a while since she's had this much of this particular type of activity, and she can already tell she'll be sore tomorrow.

Worth it.

They’ll have to go back soon, he knows. He can walk her back to the village, make sure she gets back safely before he takes care of things here.

But not yet. They have a little time left. He draws his fingers through her hair and holds her close.

She curls close to him, boneless and warm and relaxed, and closes her eyes to enjoy the way his fingers feel in his hair.

It's a bad idea. But she can't care. She makes herself a promise that she'll savor every moment she can steal with him, no matter what the future has in store. And for now, she's perfectly happy to be in this one, here in this quiet little cottage, somewhere in the war-torn fields of France.

[WWII AU] you and your baby went to town

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