[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 flashes as she shifts, and he allows a little of his weight to rest on her, holding her secure. “I’m not done yet,” he teases, and bends his head to take the tip of one breast into his mouth.

[from_the_outside]

She gasps and arches her back, whimpering softly as he takes her breast into his mouth, warm and wet against sensitive skin. When her fingers grip into his hair this time, it's reflexive instead of teasing; she can't help herself.

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a low sound against her but doesn’t stop. Bucky uses his tongue to shape each changing texture of her skin, then draws her deeper into his mouth and flutters his tongue over her nipple. With his hand, he tweaks her other breast, then smooths his palm over her and along her side to her hip.

[from_the_outside]

She groans at each sweet press of his mouth and flick of his tongue, her nipple stiff and tender and pleasure pulsing through her. Beneath him, she arches and rolls like a wave, trying to press into both his hand and his mouth, desperate for more. Her hands skate over his hair, down along the nape of his neck to his shoulders and arms, savoring the feel of him against her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shifts again, kissing his way across her chest to lavish attention on her other breast with his mouth and swapping hands to tease the abandoned one instead. She arches and rises beneath him and he lets himself adore her with short flicks and long lingering licks, trying to bring her all the pleasure he can before he starts trailing kisses along the smooth, lovely skin of her belly.

[from_the_outside]

Goosebumps scatter across her skin as he presses kiss after kiss over her stomach, shivering with delight and building anticipation. "You're so sweet," she murmurs, raking her fingers through his hair. "How could I ever get enough of you?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He tickles her bellybutton with his nose, then laughs up at her. “I hope you don’t.”

[from_the_outside]

She laughs like she had when he picked her up to let her fly, bubbling up like champagne, bright and girlish.

"I don't think I can," she teases back. "But same goes, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

He runs his hands over the swell of her hips as he smiles up at her, charmed by her laughter. “I never will,” he tells her, and kisses her hip, then the top of her thigh, then her inner thigh, then her knee, running his hands over her legs as he does.

[from_the_outside]

"I hope not," she murmurs, her smile small and warm as she watches him move down along her body.

In all likelihood, she won't be here long enough for that to happen, but... it's been weeks, now. Every day, the resonance coming off her body ticks a little bit lower. She wonders what will happen the day it finally disappears for good, and if it'll mean she can never get home again.

But that's the last thing she wants to think about, when she's with him here and now. She shivers as he kisses her knee and smiles. "Taking that 'all over' thing pretty seriously, huh?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“I’m a man of my word,” he says, pressing a kiss to her calf. “Besides, I might find another spot you really like.”

He trails his fingers over the back of her knee, lightly.

[from_the_outside]

She yelps a laugh and reflexively tries to pull her leg away. "Careful," she says, a giggle in her voice. "I'm ticklish."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Oh, really.” Mischief is clear in every line of him, but he doesn’t move to take advantage of this new information.

Slowly, each kiss deliberate and lingering, he works his way back up her other leg.

[from_the_outside]

"That's going to come back to bite me later," she laughs, but she doesn't make any move to pull away from him. "I just know it."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Maybe.” He nibbles gently at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, laughing, then presses a soothing kiss to the same spot.

Bucky sweeps his hands over her thighs and hips, then under the swell of her rear.

[from_the_outside]

She shifts to let him get his hands beneath her, strong and warm, her eyes dark and soft as she watches him. "Well," she murmurs. "I'm in your hands, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, low and sincere, and sets his mouth to her center for a much more intimate kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She moans, her head pushing back as her eyes close, her hips rocking in his hands as sensation jolts through her. "Bucky, god – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums against her, stroking his thumbs lightly over her skin as he flicks and presses with his tongue, giving her kiss after kiss to her core, paying attention to how she reacts.

[from_the_outside]

He's driving her crazy with his mouth and lips and tongue, licking against her and sending waves rolling through her. She shifts restlessly in his hands, her hair catching on the sheet as her head pushes back and rolls from side to side, but the fingers she has in his hair, caressing his cheek, are gentle and trembling.

"Please," she whispers. "Baby, baby, please."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums again at that sweet, gentle plea, a wordless promise. Bucky draws on her with his mouth and lets her feel the lightest edge of his teeth on sensitized flesh as he slides a finger inside her.

[from_the_outside]

His hum vibrates through her and she whimpers at the sensation, then groans again as his finger slips inside her. "Baby, you feel so good."

With the first desperate round out of the way, she can focus more on him and how he makes her feel, how tender and sweet and generous he is, as he coaxes her closer and closer to the edge. "You're going to push me right over if you're not careful, sweetheart."

[nerves_of_ice]

His response is to add a second finger, caressing her inner walls and teasing at her opening with mouth and hand both before he returns to giving her the most intimate of kisses.

[from_the_outside]

She laughs, breathless, then moans as he strokes her inside and out, as her body responds to each sweet caress. His tongue swirls against her and his fingers move inside her and she can feel everything start to crumble as her hand fists in the sheet of the makeshift bed.

"Baby," she manages. "Baby – "

[nerves_of_ice]

He takes his other hand from under her, petting her stomach before he reaches for her hand where it’s clenched on the sheets, holding on to her as he continues to work her with lips and tongue and fingertips.