She has no intention of sleeping tonight. Perhaps in the very early morning but not any time soon. She kisses back, tangling her tongue up with his as she drags her fingernails down his back. It starts out gently but that won't last. It might even hurt...hopefully he can handle a little more pain today if she's the one giving it to him.
Unfortunately, it's not likely. He's still got the bump on his head, and still has the bruise on his lower back that would have started to smart had she trailed her fingernails any lower. But if she truly does hurt him, he'll let her know.
This is crazy, he thinks. Not so long ago they were dealing with their aborted dance. Now, they're worried about Skrulls and potentially going to war.
Bucky has been to war. He was damn good at what he did, too. But who's to say he will be again? Things are even less certain this time around. Last time, he'd gone into war knowing he might die...and he had. What would happen if he died again this time around?
No. He can't think about that right now. Instead, he focuses his attention on Natasha, fingers tangling in her hair.
She's aware of his injuries, that's part of the reason why, in spite of every instinct she not tried to flip herself over on top so she can have control.
Natasha knows there's a million other things they should be concerned about right now. Responsibilities they shouldn't be avoiding but damn it if she doesn't feel like they have more of a responsibility to each other than anyone else. She isn't sure why, or even how this happened but he matters more than anyone else right now.
Her hand stops before she reaches the places on his back she knows are hurt. She's likes both giving and getting a little pain, a little bit of roughness but she has no need for that tonight. Instead she slide her free hand up, gently coiling her fingers in his hair in return so she can get her lips away from his and focus on his neck and shoulder.
Bucky knows why they're so important to each other right now. They'd been close before, sure, but now they have this shared experience on top of it. Something only they have been through. Something only the other understands.
His hand slides down her body to rest on her hip as he all but moans at the attention she's paying to his shoulder and neck.
She's not even sure she understands it completely, but knowing he can relate, even on a small level is enough comfort for now.
Natasha lets out her own encouraging moan as his hand moves, raising her hips smoothly but eagerly. She digs her teeth into his skin gently but firmly enough to let him know he's on the right track.
He lets out his own light moan as she bites him. It's definitely the good kind of pain, with pleasure mixed in. His hand trails lower, inward, coming to settle between her legs, but not doing anything just yet. He can be a real tease when he wants to be.
She lets out a shallow growl against his collarbone, like a cat purring and hissing at the same time. Natasha bends her leg up, an invitation if there ever was one, every nerve in her body screaming for him to touch her.
But then...he stops. Natasha's eyes snap open as she tilts her head to look right at him. "Well?" She asks expectantly.
Her hips rise up again, a reflex reaction as she lets out a gasp.
Then he stops...again. Damn it all if this guy doesn't know how to play her. Natasha isn't used to guys doing that. That's what she's supposed to be doing to him!
Still she can't physically take control of the situation, but she can weave a hell of an argument with her words."Please." Natasha whines as she chews on her lower lip, sliding her own hand down to rest on top of the one he has almost touching her. She looks into his eyes again, gaze locked on him as she begs. "Don't make me wait anymore, James. Please." She swallows before parting her lips slightly, realizing this isn't entirely an act on her part. "Please."
He knows what Natasha's doing. She's doing exactly what she did while they were sparring together: trying to use her sex appeal to get what she wants. Just because he knows what she's doing doesn't mean it's not working. He nips at her neck in return, letting out a guttural growl as his finger slips inside her. No more teasing.
Well, at least he went for it. And he's right...she does want him, but it's different than she's used to. It's less physical and more everything else. That's not something she's anywhere near comfortable thinking about right now, so she focuses on the physical sensation instead.
Her hips rise up again, pushing against his hand as her muscles tighten involuntarily. "Oh, my God. Thank you." It's...not want she wanted to say, not really, but it's the truth. Before she can say anything more she moves her lips to find his, crashing against him with a needy moan.
That thank you draws a chuckle out of him. "You're welcome," he says, amused. When she kisses him, he kisses back, lips parting against hers. His finger moves, curling inside the woman to rub against that spot.
Her eyes snap open when something so seemingly simple as a touch sends a shock of sensation along her spine. OK, he knows what he's doing when it comes to a woman's body. That's refreshing really. Natasha is used to a man being more selfish and less skilled when it comes to sex. "Fucking..." She can't finish the thought and part of her doesn't really like a man having this much power over her. The other part? That part of her never want to let him leave this bed and it's a lot stronger right now.
Natasha lets out her own chuckle as she slides her hand down his stomach, inching lower so slowly it's like slow motion. Two can play this little game, and her hands are just as skilled as his are. She can make him go a little crazy with a touch, too. Not yet though, close...but not yet.
Sorry, Tasha. He's not in the mood to be teased right now. Maybe it's not fair to deny her, since he got to tease her first. Maybe it's because he got to tease her first that he doesn't want to be teased. But either way, his free hand rests on her hand, pushing it down farther.
She could fight him, force her hand away from where he wants it but what he's doing to her makes her like a puppet he's pulling the strings on. Natasha is not used to a man being able to do this to her. She's the one who takes control, even if it's pretending to be an innocent, virginal 'girl' to wrap a mark around her finger and think he's got the upper hand. Or it used to be that way. She's not had to use those tactics much while working for SHIELD.
Her hips arch up against his hand, a slow dance-like precision to her movements. She blinks, forcing her eyes to focus on his before she lets out a rough moan, wrapping her hand around his cock with enough pressure he'll know she's done teasing for now.
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This is crazy, he thinks. Not so long ago they were dealing with their aborted dance. Now, they're worried about Skrulls and potentially going to war.
Bucky has been to war. He was damn good at what he did, too. But who's to say he will be again? Things are even less certain this time around. Last time, he'd gone into war knowing he might die...and he had. What would happen if he died again this time around?
No. He can't think about that right now. Instead, he focuses his attention on Natasha, fingers tangling in her hair.
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Natasha knows there's a million other things they should be concerned about right now. Responsibilities they shouldn't be avoiding but damn it if she doesn't feel like they have more of a responsibility to each other than anyone else. She isn't sure why, or even how this happened but he matters more than anyone else right now.
Her hand stops before she reaches the places on his back she knows are hurt. She's likes both giving and getting a little pain, a little bit of roughness but she has no need for that tonight. Instead she slide her free hand up, gently coiling her fingers in his hair in return so she can get her lips away from his and focus on his neck and shoulder.
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His hand slides down her body to rest on her hip as he all but moans at the attention she's paying to his shoulder and neck.
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Natasha lets out her own encouraging moan as his hand moves, raising her hips smoothly but eagerly. She digs her teeth into his skin gently but firmly enough to let him know he's on the right track.
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But then...he stops. Natasha's eyes snap open as she tilts her head to look right at him. "Well?" She asks expectantly.
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Then he stops...again. Damn it all if this guy doesn't know how to play her. Natasha isn't used to guys doing that. That's what she's supposed to be doing to him!
Still she can't physically take control of the situation, but she can weave a hell of an argument with her words."Please." Natasha whines as she chews on her lower lip, sliding her own hand down to rest on top of the one he has almost touching her. She looks into his eyes again, gaze locked on him as she begs. "Don't make me wait anymore, James. Please." She swallows before parting her lips slightly, realizing this isn't entirely an act on her part. "Please."
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Her hips rise up again, pushing against his hand as her muscles tighten involuntarily. "Oh, my God. Thank you." It's...not want she wanted to say, not really, but it's the truth. Before she can say anything more she moves her lips to find his, crashing against him with a needy moan.
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Natasha lets out her own chuckle as she slides her hand down his stomach, inching lower so slowly it's like slow motion. Two can play this little game, and her hands are just as skilled as his are. She can make him go a little crazy with a touch, too. Not yet though, close...but not yet.
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Her hips arch up against his hand, a slow dance-like precision to her movements. She blinks, forcing her eyes to focus on his before she lets out a rough moan, wrapping her hand around his cock with enough pressure he'll know she's done teasing for now.