[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 wraps his arms more tightly around her and kisses her again, slow and lingering.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, savoring his taste and the feel of his mouth, then nips gently at his bottom lip. "Don't distract me," she teases, and kisses the spot she'd bit.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes, ma'am," he laughs, even as a hard shudder of desire rolls through him at the bite and the kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles and leans down to kiss his ear, running the edge of her teeth lightly over the shell as her hair falls down over him.

"I told you," she murmurs. "I want to take care of you."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm in your hands," he gasps, and smiles back.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses his ear, then nibbles the cord of muscle in his neck and soothes it with a kiss as she makes her way slowly back down to his collarbone. Shifting herself back, she lifts his hand and presses kisses along his arm to forearm, over the thin skin at the inside of his wrist. She sets a kiss into his palm, then nips gently at the end of his index finger before taking the tip of it into her mouth.

[nerves_of_ice]

He lets out a bitten-off exclamation that becomes a low groan.

"Baby, you're going to drive me crazy."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon rounds her lips around his finger and sucks gently, then pulls away and bites her lip, teasing, at him. "Thank goodness. I'd hate for it to be just me."

She sets his hand back on her shoulder and shifts, pressing her next kiss to the muscle over his chest before swiping a wide lick of her tongue over his nipple.

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs, quick and soft, and lets her have her way — then arches his back involuntarily with a small moan as she caresses his chest.

[from_the_outside]

"You haven't been the only one thinking about what you want to do," she murmurs, and sets her mouth around his nipple, surrounding the sensitive skin with wet warmth. She draws up gently on him, fluttering her tongue, alternating the tip with the flat to see what he likes best.

[nerves_of_ice]

He tightens his hand on her shoulder and slides his other hand into her hair again as he pushes up into the touch of her mouth.

“I like your imagination,” he teases, a little breathless. “Don’t stop, baby.”

[from_the_outside]

She lifts her head just enough to smile at him, warm and sweet. "I won't," she promises, and leans down once more, her hair trailing over her shoulders to ghost across his skin as she lavishes attention on first one nipple, then the other, with lips and tongue and the faint edge of her teeth.

[nerves_of_ice]

He’d swear he can feel each silken strand as cool fire over his skin, in sharp contrast to the warm, wet heat of her mouth. It drives him wild, and he can’t stop shifting under her, trying to get closer.

[from_the_outside]

Each small sound and restless motion of his burns into her chest. She chases them across his skin, down along the ladder of his ribs, pressing kisses to the slope of his stomach. She takes her time, memorizing his taste and feel, every inch of him, the softness of his skin, the way he reacts.

Sharon brushes her lips over the rise of bone at his hip, then coaxes his knees apart to set herself between them as she leans down to take him into her mouth.

[nerves_of_ice]

His head falls back as he lets out a hoarse, raw cry. He’s barely able to keep his hips from jerking as she surrounds him, his back arching instead with the force of his desire.

Bucky puts one leg over hers, stroking up and down her thigh with his calf, and cradles her head with a shaking hand, his fingers tangled in the wild glory of her hair. “Ah god, Sharon, baby please—“

[from_the_outside]

His cry burns into her ears the way each shiver burns into her gut. She hums around him and curls her fingers around his hard length beneath her mouth, wanting to surround him in sensation as she takes him deep and then shallow, experimenting with pressure, laving him with the flat of her tongue.

[nerves_of_ice]

He’s lost, lost and drowning in her as she strokes him and cherishes him, and he goes willingly. He can’t stop making low, wild sounds, can’t stop the restless shift of his body. He grips the sheet with his free hand, shuddering, and fights to keep control, despite the fact that she’s driving him out of his mind.

[from_the_outside]

She follows the up and down press of his body like a boat on the waves, never letting up her sweet assault with hand or mouth. Her free hand strokes along his thigh, then slips up to brush her thumb over the sensitive spot between his legs as she takes him deep and hums vibration into his skin.

[nerves_of_ice]

He feels his eyes roll back in his head as need surges within him, bringing him right to the edge. Somehow, he manages to hold on as he tightens his fingers in her hair, trying to warn her.

“Sharon,” he whispers, cracked and strained with longing. “Sweetheart, I can’t—- I’m close—“

[from_the_outside]

She flicks a glance up at him from underneath her lashes, along the long beautiful length of his body, a pleased smile in her eyes. She hums acknowledgment and sinks him as deep as she can, drawing up on his sensitive skin, flicking her tongue against him as she pushes her pace recklessly faster.

[nerves_of_ice]

The realization of her intent, the way she moves and the feel of her around him all combine to undo him utterly.

Every muscle in his body tightens and a white-fire pulse of pleasure begins at the base of his spine and races outward as he cries out.

[from_the_outside]

She stays with him, riding through his climax as he shudders and shakes and as his raw voice sounds in the little cottage. When he's wrung out and loose, she kisses his hip, then his belly, and pushes herself back up along his body to lie next to him once more, her hand resting fondly on his chest as she settles by his side.

[nerves_of_ice]

He gathers her in and kisses her, lingering and tender.

“My darling,” he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon curls into him, smiling as she kisses him back. "Sweetheart," she whispers back, and kisses him once more, light and sweet, before settling with a sigh, her arms around him as his are around her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He strokes his hand through her hair, slow and gentle, untangling it with his fingers as she rests against him.

Light slants through the vine-covered windows and over them. “Your hair looks like gold in the sunlight,” he murmurs. “Pretty.”