[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]

He groans at the thought of her thinking of his touch while lying in her bed, and reaches to unfasten her bra as he pleads, “God, baby, yes, please.”

[from_the_outside]

She leans up to press a breathless kiss to his mouth as she unbuttons the jacket and slips it off his shoulders. There's no chair to hang it over and she doesn't want his uniform to get crumpled, but she's also not willing to let him go enough to carefully fold it. She lets go for long enough for him to remove her bra, then pushes his jacket off and lowers it gently to the floor before she starts working at the buttons of his uniform shirt.

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her again and again as she undoes his shirt, cupping her breasts and teasing her with his fingers, paying attention to how she reacts.

The metal of his tags jingles against her hand as his shirt comes loose and jostles the chain. He doesn’t notice.

[from_the_outside]

She moans against his mouth as he caresses her, her nipples hardening beneath his warm fingers. "Off," she says, breathless, pushing at his shirt once the buttons are undone, and laughing a little helplessly at the undershirt he's wearing beneath it.

"Oh my god, why are you wearing so many layers?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“Uniform,” he mutters. “Here, hang on—“

He strokes her breasts again, teasing and playful, then stops for just long enough to strip his undershirt over his head and discard it to the side. Bucky scoops her up in his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her gently down on it, then kneels beside her and lowers his head to take her breast in his mouth, drawing hard and fluttering his tongue against her.

[from_the_outside]

"Oh," she gasps and arches her back as a shock of sensation ricochets through her, helpless in her need to get closer to him. Her fingers slip, trembling, into his hair as her other hand runs over his bare arm up to his shoulder, trying to touch every inch of him that she can. "Bucky, god – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums against her and keeps tasting her as he uses his fingers to tease her other nipple to a bud, rolling it back and forth and caressing over the sensitive skin at the peak.

[from_the_outside]

She moans as he teases her, drawing her tender skin into his warm mouth, stroking her nipple as it stiffens at the brush of his fingers. "Come here," she manages, pulling at his shoulder. "Lie down with me."

He'd called her darling before and it burns like a tiny sun in her chest where her heart usually beats. "Let me touch you. Please."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Yes,” he promises, and leans up to kiss her mouth. “Yes, baby. Just let me —“

He pulls back slowly, after one more long, lingering kiss, and slides his hands down her body to her waistband. “Let me,” he asks. “I want to see all of you. To feel all of you.”

[from_the_outside]

"Yes," she tells him, without hesitation. Her hands are relaxed and warm on his shoulders. "You can. I want you to."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her again, then unfastens her slacks and eases them over her hips along with her underthings, his hands skimming along the long, lovely length of her legs as he undresses her and lays the rest of her clothing to the side.

Bucky lets himself look at her, lying there, and the blow of desire that smashes into him nearly knocks him flat. He groans aloud. “God, angel, you’re so beautiful."

[from_the_outside]

“So are you,” she tells him, watching the way he soaks her in, like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She shifts, totally unselfconscious of her nakedness, and leans up to kiss him, skating one hand over shoulder, down along his chest to his bare side.

“Come here,” she murmurs. “Let me undress you.”

[nerves_of_ice]

Delighted, enthralled, he moves as she's asked to let her do for him what he'd just done for her.

"I'm in your hands, darling," he murmurs, and leans down to give her another quick kiss. "All yours."

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him again and moves with him until he’s on his back on the makeshift bed. There’s no need to rush, and she doesn’t; she savors him first, dropping kisses along his collarbone and over his chest, smoothing her hand over the warm plane of his belly before she undoes his belt and the button of his slacks.

“I like that,” she murmurs. “Darling.”

It’s sweetly old-fashioned, but in his lips, directed at her, it feels brand-new. She presses a kiss to his stomach and undoes the zip of his trousers, then slips them off over his hips, along with the shorts beneath, until he’s bare and beautiful, stretched out on the sheet.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'll remember," he promises, and smiles at her as he holds out his arms, open and ready to embrace her.

"Come here, darling."

[from_the_outside]

She stretches out by his side, thrilling at the feeling of her bare skin against his, and comes into his embrace to kiss him.

“You feel so nice,” she murmurs, running a hand along his side to his hip. His skin is soft and warm and she can feel the play of muscle beneath it as he moves.

[nerves_of_ice]

"So do you," he murmurs, between kisses. Bucky runs a hand into her hair and tightens his fingers in it, tilting her head back and angling into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

"I don't want to stop touching you. I want to kiss every inch of your skin, feel you shiver and hear the sweet sounds you make."

[from_the_outside]

“I want that, too.”

It feels like she’s wanted him forever, like even as he’s taking her breath away, she can finally breathe. She runs her palm over the swell of his behind and down along the back of his thigh, coaxing him closer. “I want you to have all of me, like I want all of you.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans at the feel of her hand sliding over him and shifts, nudging her thighs apart with his knee as he kisses her again and strokes his other hand slowly along her side, teasing her curves with slow caresses.

"Anything you want," he tells her. "Everything you want. And I'll protect you. I came prepared. You don't have to worry about anything."

[from_the_outside]

“I’m not worried,” she promises. She shifts her knees as he coaxes her, opening to him without hesitation.

“I trust you, Bucky.”

[nerves_of_ice]

Her soft confession spears right through him, followed by a swell of tenderness. Bucky kisses her again, deep and seeking, as he runs his hand up to cup her breast. He tweaks her nipple, teasing her, and trails his fingers down across the softness of her belly, then further, to the delicate skin of her inner thigh, where he traces light circles before he strokes his fingers gently over the warmth at her center.

[from_the_outside]

She sighs at the touch, a shiver running through her, and winds her arms around him as she kisses him back before she paints kisses down the side of his throat, tasting the salt off his skin.

“Sweetheart,” she murmurs, and traces her fingers down over his belly. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

[nerves_of_ice]

A hard tremor runs through his whole body as she kisses and pets him. He crooks two fingers into her warmth, slow and deliberate, and circles his thumb against the sensitive bud the way she'd liked so much before.

"You feel wonderful," he breathes, hoarse and almost raw with want of his own. "Sharon, baby, you're so lovely."

[from_the_outside]

She strokes her fingers down over the muscles tensing in his stomach to the rise of his hip, then traces along his inner thigh until she can wrap her fingers around him.

“God,” she groans, her head tipping back as he strokes her. “You do, too. You feel so good, baby.”

[nerves_of_ice]

His hips jerk without his conscious intent as he thrusts into her hold, a low moan escaping him. Bucky bites his lip hard, willing himself to hold back, and strokes her again and again.