[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]

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.

[from_the_outside]

She curls her fingers and strokes along his hard length, every groan and small sound he makes landing like bullets in her stomach.

“We have all day,” she murmurs, breathless, between kisses over his skin. She can’t keep herself from nipping lightly at his shoulder before soothing it with another kiss. “I want to take my time. But baby, I’m going to burn up, I want you so much.”

[nerves_of_ice]

"Slow, fast, and everywhere in between," he promises, low and taut with desperate restraint. "That's how I want you. That's how I want to see you, to feel you--"

He spreads his fingers apart inside her, stretching her a little, then presses deeper as he flicks his thumb quickly back and forth over the swollen, nerve-filled bud and drops kisses along her shoulder, teasing her there as well with lips and tongue and the lightest edge of his teeth.

[from_the_outside]

She moans as he flicks his thumb over her and sends waves of pleasure scudding through her body. “Yes,” she promises, and runs her hand up along him, rubbing her thumb over his head before stroking back down again.

“Any way you want. Everything you want, Bucky, god — “

[nerves_of_ice]

All kinds of images fill his mind at that sweet promise, and Bucky groans aloud and throws his head back, fighting for control for a long moment before he bends to kiss her again while he continues to caress her, this kiss wild and passionate.

"Condom," he manages, when it breaks. "Give me a second, baby, let me take care of protecting you before you drive me crazy." He circles his thumb against her again, faster, with a wicked smile, clearly trying to drive her crazy first.

[from_the_outside]

She gasps and shudders as he teases her, then laughs, breathless as she uncurls her fingers from around him and pushes teasingly at his shoulders. “Go,” she orders. “Get it, before I lose my mind.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He grins at her, quick and bright, and rolls to the side to retrieve one of the ones he'd stashed beneath the hay on the far side of the bed. Bucky tears the packet open and starts to sheathe himself, taking advantage of the opportunity to grasp himself hard at the base to give himself more self-control.

[from_the_outside]

She’s grinning and flushed pink with a combination of desire and exertion, her hair a mess against the sheet. Somewhere in their tangling, the daisy had at last fallen from her waves and gotten crushed beneath them, and the warm floral scent drifts up around her.

Sharon sits up and curves her hand around the nape of his neck to pull him in for a deep, drowning kiss, unable to keep from touching him.

[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?”