[oom] an indentation in the shape of you

[from_the_outside]

Her room is closer. If he had to get up to take care of the goats, she'd walk them back down to the little hut by the lake, but K'Senge will still come by in the morning, and her room is closer.

"Follow me," she says, and steps back to take his hand in hers, then walks with him through the quiet halls of the Citadel until they reach her door. She unlocks it and draws him inside, then closes it firmly behind them again. 

Her heart is racing, anticipation chasing sweet fire through her veins as she puts her arms back around his neck. "Welcome to my humble abode," she murmurs, smiling, and kisses him.

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[nerves_of_ice]

"You."

He kisses her back, again and again, running his hand over her hip, her side, her back, up to the catch of her bra, which he works to unfasten as quickly as he can.

"You, baby. I want you."

[from_the_outside]

"You have me," she promises, shifting herself up enough that he can get the clasp unfastened, so the straps fall down her shoulders and she can toss this piece of satin and lace away because in the end? It's all just trimming.

"I'm here. I'm all yours, sweetheart."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses along the side of her throat as he reaches for her hip and starts to draw her underwear down, making his way to the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder and using his lips and tongue there, as he rocks his hips up and presses against her.

[from_the_outside]

She shudders hard as his mouth finds that spot, lavishes attention on it like she loves so much, and she wriggles to push her underwear down and off her legs and then finally, finally, there's nothing but skin pressed to skin. Her breath is coming fast and ragged, every groan is edged with tar as she skates her left hand along his body, propping herself up on her right elbow.

[nerves_of_ice]

He runs his hand back up along her body, curving it against her breast, rolling the taut nipple between his fingers as he raises his head to kiss her again, deep and seeking and passionate.

"God, baby," he murmurs against her mouth, and rolls his hips against her, coaxing her to accept him.

[from_the_outside]

"Bucky," she says, and it sounds like a plea or a prayer, singed in each syllable. She slips her hand down between them, sliding her knees to either side of his hips, and sinks down onto him with a sharp gasp.

"Baby," she murmurs, almost whimpers. "God, Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

His back arches as he pushes up into her, slow and deep, with a ragged groan.

"Yes," he answers, promises, pleads, all at once. "Yes, baby. Yes."

He surges upward and runs his hand up her back to brace himself as he presses a kiss over her heart, then takes her nipple into his mouth.

[from_the_outside]

She rolls her hips and shifts up as he moves, wraps her arms around his neck as her back arches and she presses into his mouth. Any words she once knew have burned straight out of her mind; there's only a litany of his name and yes and please as she shudders and rocks against him.

Here. Him. In her arms. As close as two people can be. And she still wishes there were a way to get even closer.

[nerves_of_ice]

He teases her with his tongue, with the light edge of his teeth, with the changing pressure of his mouth until her gasps and shivers grow more urgent. He makes himself pull back just so that he can kiss her again and again as he slides his hand into her hair and rolls his hips against her, finding their rhythm, slow at first, then faster.

She's the most beautiful thing in the world, he's lost in her, and he never wants to be found.

[from_the_outside]

She moves with him as he starts pushing them faster, rocking her hips and pushing against him until her whole body is shivering with electricity. Leaning forward, she pushes him back against the mattress, one hand on his chest and the other at his hip as long, slow, warm waves begin washing through her body. Her kisses are turning messy and breathless; she presses her lips to the pulse point in his throat but has to come back to kiss his mouth again and again.

"Baby, baby –" she's saying, hardly realizing she's saying anything at all.

[nerves_of_ice]

He can't stop touching her, stroking his hand restlessly over her back and her hip and her arm, pressing his palm against her abdomen and teasing her breasts with his fingers, attentive to how she responds.

Or as attentive as he can be, anyway, when she's so sweet and hot around him, as every movement of her hips drives him closer to the edge, as white-fire pleasure begins to coil at the base of his spine.

"Sharon, Sharon," he gasps, his voice wrecked and raw as he answers her cries in the only way he can, all other words lost.

[from_the_outside]

He's saying her name over and over and that as much as anything, as much as his hand tracing electricity over her skin, as much as the sweet press of his hips as he pushes deep, as much as his hot mouth on hers –

All of it together ties up a stack of dynamite deep in her gut and then strikes a match. She goes up almost without warning, crying out as wave after wave shakes through through her system and her vision whites out.

[nerves_of_ice]

He wraps his arm around her and holds on tight, pulling her to him as her ecstasy sparks his, as he drives fast and deep until his back arches and his spine locks with pleasure that rages through him like a lightning storm.

Bucky buries his face in her shoulder and breathes her in, keeping her as close as he can.

[from_the_outside]

They're both breathing hard as the rush slows, coaxing each other back down and winding up sweat-slicked and clinging to one another. It's probably a good thirty seconds or longer before Sharon can do anything but shiver with aftershocks and try to breathe.

The laugh she muddles into his shoulder is absolutely airless. "God."

Moving at all feels like pushing through water; she shifts just enough to pull away and collapse again, lying half on him, half at his side. She presses a lazy kiss to his shoulder, smiling and content.

"My sweetheart."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Angel," he murmurs, combing his fingers through her hair, then drawing them lightly up and down her arm.

[from_the_outside]

She melts against him, utterly wrung-out and content, every muscle warm and loose, her brain just a lazy cloud of barely strung together thoughts. Oxytocin is a hell of a thing, she muses, and sighs into his skin.

[nerves_of_ice]

He turns his head and kisses her temple, then brings his hand up to curve his fingers lightly over the side of her neck, resting them there.

Quiet descends over them, broken only by the sounds of their breathing.

[from_the_outside]

She lets her eyes slide closed and just basks like a lizard in sunshine in the warmth of this afterglow and the sweetness of his touch, having him right here with her.

"I missed you," she murmurs, after a long, long while of just lying here together in contented quiet. Her grin is as languid as the rest of her.

"Could you tell?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"A little," he says, soft, fond teasing clear beneath the words.

[from_the_outside]

She breathes a laugh and belts her arm loosely over his stomach. "I pined," she teases back. "It was pathetic."

[nerves_of_ice]

He glances across the room toward the window, then back at her. "Well, you didn't install a fainting couch, so I guess it could have been worse?"

Bucky kisses her temple again, and puts his arm over her in turn.

[from_the_outside]

"I still might," she muses. "I think it would be comfortable."

Not as comfortable as him, though.

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles at that, and draws her a little closer.

"I see you got the flowers."

[from_the_outside]

"I did."

Her smile is warm and fond. "I loved them. Thank you."

[nerves_of_ice]

"You're welcome." He smiles back at her. "I wanted to be sure you had something to brighten your days a little."