[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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[from_the_outside]

“Mm.” She reaches up to finger comb some hair out of her face and smiles at him, sweet and sleepy. “Really good.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles back and bends his head to kiss her, cradling the back of her neck with his hand.

"Good."

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, then huffs a lazy laugh. “Thirsty. Is there more water?”

[nerves_of_ice]

"There is. Just a second," he promises. Bucky eases her gently onto the bed and rolls out of it to go retrieve the canteen from the picnic basket. He pours a glass for her and brings it back.

[from_the_outside]

“Thanks, baby.”

Her hair is a wild mess; she rakes it back with her fingers before she reaches for the glass and sits up to sip at the water. She swishes it around her mouth a moment to rid herself of the fuzziness on her tongue, then drinks.

[nerves_of_ice]

He kneels in front of her, unselfconscious, and offers a refill when she finishes the first glass.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles at him and holds her cup out, then sips more slowly at her refilled cup.

“Any idea what time it is?”

[nerves_of_ice]

“Afternoon,” he tells her. “Mid afternoon, by the light.”

He reaches to brush her hair back over her shoulder.

“Did you set a time for Wilkins to pick you up?”

[from_the_outside]

“Not until evening,” she tells him, tipping her head to let him arrange her hair. “After dinner time.”

[nerves_of_ice]

“Then we’ve got a few hours yet,” he murmurs. “If you want.”

[from_the_outside]

“I want as much time with you as I can get,” she murmurs. She sips at her glass and sets it at her side, then reaches to cup his face with one hand, running her thumb lightly over his cheekbone.

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans into her touch and smiles at her.

“My time is yours,” he promises.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles more and lifts her hand away to pat the makeshift bed. “Then come back up here with me.”

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile turns bright and shining, and he gets to his feet, then crawls into the bed behind her and puts his arms around her waist before kissing the side of her hair.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon leans back against him and rolls her head back against his shoulder to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Dream about anything good?”

[nerves_of_ice]

“I just drifted in and out,” he murmurs, shivering at her kiss. Bucky turns his head and kisses her throat.

“Did you dream?”

[from_the_outside]

She makes a small, pleased sound at his kiss and shakes her head.

“Nothing I can remember.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He follows her small sound with more kisses, tracing the line of her pulse.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

[from_the_outside]

Sharon shivers and tips her head further, exposing the length of her neck to him as her hair falls down over his shoulder.

"This is enough of a dream already."

[nerves_of_ice]

"A good dream, I hope," he teases, nibbling at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

[from_the_outside]

She shakes and makes a small sound as his teeth scrape over that sensitive spot, and breathes a quiet laugh. "The best dream," she promises. "I don't want it to end."

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws her back against him, running his hands from her waist up her sides to cup her curves, then back down again.

"Me either," he says, softly.

[from_the_outside]

She's warm and pliant against him as she stretches one arm up and back so she can run her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head, giving him even more room to caress her body.

"It doesn't have to," she promises. "Even when we're not here, I'll still feel this way about you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He keeps running his hands over her, slow and deliberate, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the long, lithe beauty of her body under his hands.

"So will I," he promises her. Will she remember him when she returns to the future? Will their time together be a fond recollection for her, part of an impossible adventure? He hopes it will, and doesn't want her to have any regrets.

[from_the_outside]

"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.