[AU] How much - how little - is within our power

[from_the_outside]

 "No," says Sharon, for what feels like the thousandth time. "That's not acceptable."

The rest of the flight had been uneventful, and once they landed she'd been grimly unsurprised to see that Stark had sent Happy Hogan, his erstwhile chauffeur, to guide them to the apartment they've been assigned. Stark himself had apparently gone somewhere to get out of his armor, somewhat mollified by having gotten them here and under his thumb.

Except Sharon won't stop kicking up a fuss.

Hogan stares at her as she inspects each corner of the apartment. "I can't cut these rooms off from the central security protocols," he says, slowly, like he thinks she's just misheard him.

"Well, you can," she tells him. "Or I can force a cascade in a couple load-bearing subroutines that will shut the whole damn thing down. It's your choice."

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[from_the_outside]

She shivers and shakes and arches against him with a small cry, pressing into his warm mouth and his cool hand as the dual sensations rocket through her.

"God," she murmurs, her eyes blown huge and dark. "Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums against her, sending a vibration through her skin, and runs his right hand down her neck, over her shoulder, and over her body, caressing and teasing while he continues what he's doing with his mouth and left hand.

Bucky reaches her waist, finally, unfastens her pants and works the zipper down, then starts to slide them over her hips. "Raise up," he murmurs.

[from_the_outside]

She pushes herself up as requested, her hands light on his shoulders, and stands to let him tug the pants down so she can kick them off once they get to her ankles.

Leaning forward, she tugs at his shirt, need and desire beating through her blood like a drum. "Off," she says, breathless.

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a soft wordless sound of reluctance - it's bright in this room, unlike the dim light of her bedroom the night before, and Thessaloniki had been under different circumstances - but he doesn't resist beyond that.

Bucky leans up to kiss her, then pulls back long enough to strip out of his shirt before he sets his hands at her waist and waits.

[from_the_outside]

She's determined to banish that reluctance, the worry, and as soon as he's dropped the shirt she settles back onto his lap, straddling his hips and running her hands up along the warm planes of his stomach and chest, then over his shoulders.

"You are so beautiful," she says, leaning to nuzzle reverent kisses along the curve of his neck, soothing old scars with light touches of her fingers. "God, Bucky, you drive me crazy."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shudders again at the touch of her hands, wrapping his left arm around her waist as he turns his face into her hair. "I'm not," he murmurs. "I know I'm not. It's okay."

[from_the_outside]

She shakes her head and continues pressing kisses into his skin, soft and sweet. "Yes, you are," she tells him, absolutely certain. "When I see you it's like..."

She kisses that spot where his neck and shoulder meet, the one that drives her crazy, even though it doesn't do the same to him. She doesn't have the words for this, but she tries anyway. "Like diving into cool water on a hot day."

Beautiful. God, but he is. Scars and metal arm and weary eyes and all. "I get shivers all over."

[nerves_of_ice]

His next breath is ragged, and he kisses her hair, her temple, her cheek.

“Hold on to me,” he murmurs, and stands, carrying her with him. Supporting her with his left arm, cradling her close, he uses his right hand to unfasten and shed his own pants.

[from_the_outside]

She wraps her arms around his neck and winds her legs around his waist and clings to him as requested. There's no fear of falling; he's more than strong enough to hold her here without losing his grip.

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds her close and draws his right hand down her back, tracing the line of her spine, then slides his palm over the curve of her hip, cupping under her rear and teasing her center with his fingertips as he kisses her again, deep and passionate.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a low, half-desperate sound against his mouth and tightens her arms and legs, shivering against him at each light touch.

[nerves_of_ice]

He presses further into her warmth while he keeps kissing her, making sure she’s ready before he takes them back down to the sofa, with her straddling him still as he rolls his hips up with agonizingly deliberate control, pushing into her.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon sighs, making a small contented sound, and kisses him again before she loosens her arms from around his neck and presses her forehead to his, shaking and shaking under his hands as she settles onto him, in his lap, until he's as deep as he can go.

She rocks a little against him, uncaring of the tightness in her side, and slips her fingers up into his hair. "God," is a low moan, singed at the edges. "Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Sharon,” he murmurs, rolling his hips again as he strokes his hands over her body, caressing and exploring every inch, every spot that makes her shiver. “Sharon, baby, yes.”

[from_the_outside]

She whimpers and tightens her fingers in his hair as she kisses him again, deep and seeking. "God," she says, when she has enough breath.

"Anything. Anything."

[nerves_of_ice]

Every small sound, every restless and needing plea, the way she kisses him and pulls at his hair and the throaty sound of her voice, it’s all a storm raging through him, lashing him with desire.

“Let me—“ He stops talking in favor of kissing her again as he settles both hands at her hips, holding her as he drives upward with more strength now, rocking her against him.

[from_the_outside]

"Yes," she tells him.

Her hair fell loose of its ponytail some time ago; now it spills over her shoulders in golden waves as she kisses him and gives up control, letting him grip her hips and move against and in her while waves build up, tightening low in her stomach.

[nerves_of_ice]

She’s glorious, all golden hair and creamy skin, warm and lovely and sweet, and he thinks he could lose himself forever in her.

Bucky kisses her mouth again and then shifts, pressing his lips to the spot at the base of her neck that she seems to like so well as he rocks with her.

[from_the_outside]

The kiss in the crook of her neck pulls a groan from deep in her chest, and she feels like she's shattering at the edges with every new press of his hips. With the way she's pulled into his lap, each rock against him brings a shock of pleasure.

His name is a soft litany she presses along with her mouth and nose into his hair, her voice thoughtless and ragged as she calls him baby and sweetheart and says his name over and over again like a prayer. He's around and in her and she's sinking into him, drowning without a single care in the world.

[nerves_of_ice]

He moans against her skin, wraps his left arm around her waist and holds her tight against him as he rocks with her, into her, as deeply as possible. Bucky slides his right hand up her back and into the wild beauty of her hair, tilting her head slightly to the side to give him better access to the base of her throat as he kisses her there again and again, working that spot with lips and tongue.

[from_the_outside]

She lets him tip her head and shivers in a never-ending wave as he laves that spot at the crook of her neck with sweet attention, as he rocks with her and she rolls her hips against him.

Everything is tightening in a delightful, familiar way; her breath catches and goes ragged and shallow as her movements turn more and more restless. "Baby," she murmurs. "I'm – "

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he interrupts, almost fiercely. "Yes, baby, yes, let it happen, let me --"

He drags the edge of his teeth over the sensitive place on her neck and thrusts sharply up against her at the same moment, rolling his hips to press against the tight bud of nerves at the center of her as he does.

[from_the_outside]

"Oh, god," she groans, and then gives a low cry as the dual sensations send a shock through her and the bottom drops out. She clings to him, shuddering and shuddering, her whole body tightening as wave after wave crashes through her.

[nerves_of_ice]

A hoarse sound escapes him as she clenches around him, and then his vision goes white as pleasure overtakes him, his hips stuttering with each pulse as his back arches and his body locks. He holds her tightly, wrapped in his arms, until he can breathe again -- and even then continues to hold her, keeping her close, stroking his hand gently along her back.

[from_the_outside]

She sighs when she can, after aftershocks have shivered their way out of her system, and sets her head on his shoulder, her arms loosening from around his neck. One hand slides down to rest on his chest, the other settles on his arm as she just breathes.