[oom] the world a cage

[from_the_outside]

This was a bad idea.

She knows it as soon as she steps outside into the cool Brooklyn evening and Bucky locks the door behind them. Her pulse kicks up in her chest the second the lock clicks and she'd give almost anything to tell him she's changed her mind, that she's not going. To slip back inside the apartment and find a safe corner to breathe until this tight spiraling anxiety in her chest loosens.

Instead, she tugs her hood up over her hair and down over her eyes, hating how familiar it is. The hood. The dark clothes. The way every part of her goes on high alert. She hasn't been outside for a full minute and she's already exhausted.

It only gets worse as they go further from the apartment. Brooklyn isn't Madripoor, there are no shadows here where she can hide, no getaway routes she knows like the back of her hand. It's only having Bucky next to her that keeps her from fading back into the darkness and making a run for it, and by the time they get to the meeting spot – a bench along the river in Brooklyn Bridge Park – every nerve is stretched to its limit.

Next time, she's telling Fury just to meet them on a rooftop somewhere.

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[from_the_outside]

The hand in her hair draws her back, mouth pink and eyes dark, and she responds by taking his hand and pushing back on the bed, tugging at him to come with her.

“Come on, baby,” she coaxes. “Come here. Let me take care of you.”

[nerves_of_ice]

He follows without hesitation, cupping his hand around the nape of her neck and drawing her in for a deeply passionate kiss.

"Sharon," he breathes, her name the only word he can find.

[from_the_outside]

“Bucky,” she murmurs back, as she wraps a leg around his hip, as she puts her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

She shifts her weight and rolls them to his back, then pushes herself up and back, knees at either side of his hips, to slide against him before she reaches down to guide him inside as she sinks down onto him.

[nerves_of_ice]

He rocks up against her with a moan, resting his left hand in the small of her back and drawing his right down over her shoulder to tease her nipple as they move together.

“My angel,” he tells her. “Sharon, baby, I love you too, so much.”

[from_the_outside]

It's been so long since she's been able to tell him every single day how much she loves him, what he means to her; it's been so long since she's been able to show him.

She shivers as he caresses her, but it's not enough; she bends at the waist to come back down to him, kissing his mouth, threading her fingers into his hair, coaxing him to plant his feet and rock up against and into her.

[nerves_of_ice]

He responds with alacrity, arching up against her with a strong thrust, then another, as the leash on his control slips with her clear encouragement. He deepens the kiss as he moves against her, in her, harder and faster than before.

[from_the_outside]

She groans against his mouth, pressing down as he pushes up, trying to get him as deep as he can go. "Love me," she tells him, breathless, kisses muddy against his throat.

"However you want, baby, just – "

[nerves_of_ice]

“I will,” he says, running his hand over her back, the swell of her rear, pressing her against him. “I do.”

He kisses her again, deep and seeking, rolling his hips to drive deeper at a slight angle that presses him fully against and into her.

[from_the_outside]

She's not as far along as he is, but with the way he's moving under and in and against her, she's catching up quickly, coals heaping themselves into her lower belly.

Driving her hands up into his hair, she presses herself down against him for a moment, kissing him hard before sitting back up again, her hair wild around her face and over her shoulders as she takes his hand and guides him to stroke his thumb over and around the little bud of nerves he keeps brushing with each roll of his hips.

[nerves_of_ice]

She’s all wild glory above him, and there’s adoration and love both clear in the way he watches her as she settles back into him. It takes only a moment to realize what she wants, what she needs, when she places his hand against her, and he’s beyond glad to give it.

He starts with a circling pressure, rubbing his thumb over her, then without stopping that motion he slides his fingers to either side of the sensitive bud and squeezes, teasing her with the changing pressure and touch.

[from_the_outside]

"Baby."

She's watching him with dark, nearly drugged eyes, and the motion of her hips stutters before pushing forward again with renewed intensity, driving both of them towards the maddening edge.

She refuses to rush, but desperation is starting to seep in, pulling at her like the tide as she rocks, pressing herself against him, into his touch, the fingers teasing her and driving her fully out of her mind.

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds her gaze as he works his fingers against her, responding to each little shift in her movement, in her breath. It’s both easy and hard to do - easy because he wants so much for her to feel pleasure, hard because he’s on the ragged edge and clinging to the remnants of his own control as he rocks his body with hers, pressing as close and deep as humanly possible.

[from_the_outside]

He's shivering and holding back – not in touch or motion or anything but letting go those last semblances of control, she's sure – and holding back is that last thing she wants him to do.

"Come on, baby," she coaxes, squeezing herself around him as she rocks in rhythm. "Let go, I want you to – "

[nerves_of_ice]

The soft plea hits his ears as she tightens around him, and he’s helpless to deny her. Bucky groans aloud and drives up against her with a sudden jerk as his control snaps completely, moving fast and hard and wild with love and desire as he pushes into her over and over.

[from_the_outside]

She cries out as he pushes up sharp and fast; each thrust sends her pressing inexorably into his fingers, her own weight and momentum pushing her back down until she's flat against his thighs. She leans forward, hands on his chest and shoulder until she's at just the right angle for him to nudge against that spot inside, the one that makes her vision white out and her whole body tighten.

"Yes," she tells him, her voice barely there. "Yes, baby, please – "

[nerves_of_ice]

Her soft cries just spur him on faster, deeper, rocking into her and with her as chain lightning races along his nerves and pools at the base of his spine, his muscles tightening with each pulse. He tightens his fingers and presses in sharply with his thumb against her sensitive bud as a particularly sharp roll of his hips brings them even closer than before, a raw, hoarse sound escaping him as he does.

[from_the_outside]

A hard push up and a sharp press of his thumb and she's gone, gone, gone, vision whiting out with another small cry. She falls apart in spectacular waves, head dropping back as she shudders through the waves washing through her.

[nerves_of_ice]

She tightens around him as the storm rolls over her, and he feels his spine lock as it swallows him as well. Bucky leans up to catch her in his arms, pulling her tight against him and holding her close as his hips stutter and white-fire ecstasy consumes him.

[from_the_outside]

Her arms go tight around him in return, her forehead dropping to his shoulder as they shudder together.

She doesn't let go even once the tempest is past; still too caught up in him, this moment. She's a mass of feelings and raw nerve endings, not a person again yet, and all she wants is to curl up with him, sweat-slick and eyes closed, until her breath comes a little less desperately.

[nerves_of_ice]

He presses a kiss to her shoulder and slides his right hand up her back to cradle her head against him, still holding her close, just breathing together with her for a few moments.

"I love you," he whispers.

[from_the_outside]

She murmurs something unintelligible and curls her arms around him a little more securely before turning her head and nudging her forehead into the curve of his neck.

"I love you," she whispers back.

Such small words for such a big feeling. She sometimes feels like she'll explode with it.

[nerves_of_ice]

He keeps holding her as the aftermath settles around them into quiet comfort and warm companionship, slowly stroking his fingers through her hair.

They have time. There’s nowhere they have to be.