[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 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.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Ah, Sharon," he murmurs, soft in her ear, as he runs his hand up and coils a lock of hair around his fingers, playing with it. "What you do to me."

[from_the_outside]

She hums softly, stroking her thumb over his skin. "Good things, I hope," she says, quiet. She has no idea how she'll leave to get back to Berlin; the very last thing she feels capable of doing is letting go of him.

He toys with her hair and she makes a small contented sound, her eyes sliding closed as she soaks in the warmth of his body. "That feels nice."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he assures her, twisting another lock in his hand, then another. "Good things."

He tightens his other arm around her, keeping her close against him, secure in his embrace.

[from_the_outside]

"Good."

She presses a kiss to the side of his neck and curves her hand over his shoulder to relax against him, savoring the sensation of being held, safe and secure. Even the metal of his left arm is warmer now, wrapped around her body.

"Because you do good things to me, too."

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a quiet, pleased sound and kisses her hair.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon curls into him, enjoying the rise and fall of his chest beneath hers, his fingers in her hair, the small sounds he makes. Insane, maybe, to feel like being here with the Winter Soldier is as safe as she could possibly be, especially with so much working against them, but she feels it anyway.

"I like when you play with my hair," she tells him, in a soft murmur.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles. "I'm glad. I like doing it." He takes up a lock between his fingers and tickles the tip of her nose with it.

[from_the_outside]

She wrinkles her nose and giggles as she tries to hide her face from his teasing. "Bucky," she scolds, but the laugh in her voice calls it a lie.

Sitting up, she combs his long hair over his own face, grinning as she does.

[nerves_of_ice]

He huffs out a breath of laughter and shakes his head to shift his hair, then peers at her from between the strands that are left.

[from_the_outside]

She grins at him and runs all five fingers through his hair, pushing it back from forehead to nape, then leans in to kiss him firmly.

"Goof," she says, affectionately.

And yet, somehow, she's still just crazy about him.