The way she won't stop kissing him probably doesn't help matters. Even so she keeps her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. She won't fall. Tasha can break a man's neck with those legs...amongst other things.
Then they're on her bed, and she can't help giggling against his lips. She un-coils her arms from around him, nodding wordlessly in response as her smile grows. Natasha takes the opportunity to pull his shirt off in a quick motion before focusing her lips attention on his collarbone and chest.
That giggle is disarming, unexpected, and he laughs despite himself. And then Natasha's in control again in this apparent battle for dominance. This could be trouble.
He lets her take control for the time being, however; it's only fair after the way he carried her here. And he's not about to argue with being clad in one less article of clothing.
Could be trouble? Oh no, honey. It's going to be a lot of trouble, the best possible kind of trouble.
She throws his shirt...somewhere, they'll worry about that later. Tasha slides a little lower, digging her teeth into his skin on his chest as she tries to get rid of his pants.
The feeling of her teeth digging into him is unfamiliar. He's not used to women being so aggressive, but he likes it. Natasha is not some delicate flower that will break if he's too rough with her. He's had women who have wanted him to treat them as if they were, and it always felt strange to him. Like some facsimile of fairy tale perfect lovemaking with him as Prince Charming and the gal as the helpless and beautiful princess. No. He'd rather have a princess who could bite.
Bucky groans at that bite, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. He starts to tug upward, fingers brushing against her stomach as he pulls her shirt up to expose her bra. She'll have to let him go before he can pull it off, though.
She can pretend to be a princess is that's what he's into. Hell, she can be anything, and probably has been near everything. Right now though, she's simply herself. Uninhibited, enormously attracted to him and a touch afraid.
She drops into Russian, cursing under her breath when she realizes her hands are stopping his hands from getting skin that much closer to touching skin. Natasha lets out a low, gravelly whimper before she decides taking this slow and easy is pointless.
Bucky's pants are undone in a second and she uses her legs to shove them down and away. Then she smirks, laying her arm out at her sides so he can take the hint of what she wants him to do next.
It seems unfair, him being completely undressed while she's still wearing clothes, but then she's giving him that hint, and he gives her a grin. Deft fingers unhooked her bra and removed it, betraying how much experience he'd had in this department. He tossed her bra onto the growing pile of clothes and took a good look at her breasts. They really were lovely, an he took them in his hands, thumbs brushing the nipples into stiff peaks.
She wasn't expecting that much dexterity out of him, to be frank. Most of the time when guys are as cocky as he is they're completely full of it and as clueless as a schoolboy. This is a very nice surprise.
Her back arches into his touch, another rough near growl forcing it's way from her mouth. "Bucky." Tasha whines his name, twitching against the bed. "You were holding out on me..." She smirks followed by a pleased sigh. "I'd be mad if I wasn't so..." Well, that noise she just made makes it pretty clear how she feels.
There's a teasing retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's cut off when he kisses her, his hands forces a needy whimper to come out against his lips.
He's right. James is a much better name. Not some childlike nickname she can't fully take seriously even though she knows he's anything but a child. The fact he said please? So fucking hot. She couldn't possibly deny him the use of his proper name now.
Bucky is the name of a child; he'd started calling himself that when he was one. Only Steve knew the reason, and only Steve was allowed to call him by his real name. Until now.
His hands left Natasha's breasts almost reluctantly to tug off her underpants. He wanted her fully nude, too.
She doesn't need to know why he started using a nickname or the fact she's in special company being allowed to use the real one. All she knows is it fits the man he is, Brave, confident, kind, a gentleman in his own way (though she doubts he'd ever admit it.)
Natasha doesn't want him to stop, either, but she relaxes as he frees her of the last bits of clothing. She lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, reaching her arms up over her head to make every muscle in her body tighten and arch in the right places. She pauses, locking her eyes on his before she smirks. "Well?" He can take that however he wants. Invitation, challenge, seeking praise of all the hard work she put into her body, or something else entirely.
"Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous." He can actually feel himself going red in the face- something that hasn't happened in this kind of situation since he was a teenager. But here he is, blushing like one. He moves up to lay beside her, giving her a little grin as he rubs up and down her side.
The moment his hand is close enough for her to grab, she does, pulling herself closer to lay on top of him with a victorious little giggle. Yes, she giggled, and yes, she will deny it to her death.
"Flatterer," Natasha teases as she runs her fingernails over his arm, inspecting every inch she touches. She pulls back, looking him over with a slow, satisfied smile. "And you...kind of make me wonder why I would ever want to consider allowing you to put clothes on ever again."
That actually earns a laugh. She's got condoms, and a hell of a lot more. Tasha reaches her arm out, pointing to a nightstand with drawers. "Help yourself but..." there's a wicked grin then. "why do you want to rush?"
"Mmm, I like your way of thinking." Perhaps for the best, he doesn't open the drawers just yet. He doesn't need to know what kinds of crazy toys Natasha's got just yet. Instead, he kisses her again.
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."
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Then they're on her bed, and she can't help giggling against his lips. She un-coils her arms from around him, nodding wordlessly in response as her smile grows. Natasha takes the opportunity to pull his shirt off in a quick motion before focusing her lips attention on his collarbone and chest.
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He lets her take control for the time being, however; it's only fair after the way he carried her here. And he's not about to argue with being clad in one less article of clothing.
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She throws his shirt...somewhere, they'll worry about that later. Tasha slides a little lower, digging her teeth into his skin on his chest as she tries to get rid of his pants.
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Bucky groans at that bite, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. He starts to tug upward, fingers brushing against her stomach as he pulls her shirt up to expose her bra. She'll have to let him go before he can pull it off, though.
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She drops into Russian, cursing under her breath when she realizes her hands are stopping his hands from getting skin that much closer to touching skin. Natasha lets out a low, gravelly whimper before she decides taking this slow and easy is pointless.
Bucky's pants are undone in a second and she uses her legs to shove them down and away. Then she smirks, laying her arm out at her sides so he can take the hint of what she wants him to do next.
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Her back arches into his touch, another rough near growl forcing it's way from her mouth. "Bucky." Tasha whines his name, twitching against the bed. "You were holding out on me..." She smirks followed by a pleased sigh. "I'd be mad if I wasn't so..." Well, that noise she just made makes it pretty clear how she feels.
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He's right. James is a much better name. Not some childlike nickname she can't fully take seriously even though she knows he's anything but a child. The fact he said please? So fucking hot. She couldn't possibly deny him the use of his proper name now.
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His hands left Natasha's breasts almost reluctantly to tug off her underpants. He wanted her fully nude, too.
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Natasha doesn't want him to stop, either, but she relaxes as he frees her of the last bits of clothing. She lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, reaching her arms up over her head to make every muscle in her body tighten and arch in the right places. She pauses, locking her eyes on his before she smirks. "Well?" He can take that however he wants. Invitation, challenge, seeking praise of all the hard work she put into her body, or something else entirely.
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"Flatterer," Natasha teases as she runs her fingernails over his arm, inspecting every inch she touches. She pulls back, looking him over with a slow, satisfied smile. "And you...kind of make me wonder why I would ever want to consider allowing you to put clothes on ever again."
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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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