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In his time in Darrow, Bucky has settled into something of a routine. It's a little similar to the one he had in New York, but this one is a little different. There is no blip, or reverse blip, to navigate. No news of the Avengers and all their allies and foes to track, no therapy appointments, no amends to make.

Now, he has a dog. A lot of his day seems to revolve around Bopp, but he doesn't think that it's a bad thing. She helps him stick to a routine, which he finds comfort in. A routine implies stability, and after so long of nothing but chaos, that's what he needs.

As he's finishing taking her on her nightly walk, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans despite the chill lingering in the air, he spots Dani heading for the door of their building. He hurries a bit to get out and front of her and open with the door, and Bopp perks up at the sight of her, tongue lolling out as she pants.

"Hey," Bucky says as he holds the door open, smiling at her. "Long night?"

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The answer makes Bucky grin, and he wastes no time in resting his palm against her stomach, fingers sliding down past the waistband of her leggings and into her underwear. His metal hand rests in the middle of her back, warmed by her body, and Bucky watches her face as his fingers slide lower still, down to the core of her. He's always liked this. There's something amazing about being able to bring a woman off with just his fingers, and he wants so badly to see her face when she comes.

He slides his fingers along the soft folds of her cunt, letting out a pleased hum at how wet she is. His middle finger presses in to find her clit, rubbing slow circles around it and leaning in to kiss her chin, and then her lower lip, licking into her mouth as he shifts his middle finger down to press it inside of her. He goes slowly, breath hitching as he sinks into the tight clench of her body.

After moving his finger in and out a few times, he replaces one with two and presses his thumb to her clit as he pumps them in and out, watching her face for any signs that it's too much. Seeing her react to him thrills him, stokes a part of him that grows warm at doing something good, something pleasing and positive.

"Does that feel good?" He asks in a low rumble, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck again, down her chest until he can pull her nipple between his lips again. He sucks at it, grazing his teeth along it before letting it fall from his mouth so he can look at her face again. "Because I think you feel amazing, doll."

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Good hardly seems like the right word, too mild and too vague for a sensation that's pure electricity. Far from inexperienced as she might be, the focus and the intent in the way he touches her make it feel like something new, a matter of moments enough to have her flushed and breathless, hands anchored on his shoulders to keep herself steady. Dani doesn't understand it, really. Sex is something about which she's largely been indifferent — enjoyable enough from time to time, but nothing she has ever really been all that inclined to go out of her way to seek. She might have, though, if she knew it would be like this, his voice low and rough in her ear, making it seem like he actually means what he says.

"Yeah," she answers, the word nothing more than an exhale between them. Being any sort of coherent right now is increasingly difficult, actually, when all of her focus is on the physical — the way his fingers press into her, the trail of his mouth down her neck and breast, her hips keeping slight but instinctive rhythm with the motion of his hand. "That's, fuck, so good."

Somewhere in the back of her head, it occurs to her that she should probably be embarrassed about how little it's taken for him to get so under her skin. She doesn't have the presence of mind, though, to dwell on it, and there's considerable relief in that — an escape from overthinking everything, a chance just to be, and feeling so wanted on top of that.

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In his own humble opinion, Bucky has always been a generous lover. Maybe not so much in his encounters with men, but every one of those has been bare bones, scratching some primal itch before parting ways. With women, though, it's different. Half the fun is in seeing them react to all the different ways he can touch them, and Dani is no different.

She seems to give herself over to the pleasure immediately, not bothering to try and hide how eager she is for more, so Bucky decides that he'll do the same. Now that they've started this, Bucky wants. He's well aware that part of it is a distraction from how awful he can feel at any other given time, and he doesn't have to feel guilty about that because he knows that it's the same for her. They're using each other, but it's okay because they both want the same thing, and they're on the same page.

She rocks down against his hand as he tries to press his fingers deeper into her cunt, but the angle isn't right so he pulls his hand out of her pants only long enough to grab the waistband and tug them down along with her underwear until the material is bunched around her thighs. He reaches between her legs and smoothly presses two fingers back into her body, groaning at how tight and warm and wet she is as he begins to pump them in and out of her.

His metal hand slides up her back until her can pull her in by the back of her neck and give her another kiss, feeling her pant against his lips as he changes the angle of his fingers a bit, searching out that amazing little button that all women seem to have inside of them. He's willing to bet that whoever Dani was with didn't press it all that much, which makes Bucky all the more happy to do so.

It's obvious once he's found it, and he grins against Dani's cheek as he presses his fingertips against it over and over again, keeping his other hand at the base of her neck, holding her upright as he fucks her with his fingers.

"And how's that feel?" He asks against her cheek, confident without being cocky, pressing his fingers in against that spot again as he returns the pad of his thumb to her clit, alternating strokes just on either side of it.

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Forget probably — she should definitely be embarrassed, she thinks, approximately two-thirds undressed in his lap, pants and underwear tugged down around her thighs, two of his fingers inside her. Coherent thought is quickly falling by the wayside, though. In the small fragment of it that remains is the awareness that he started this, anyway, that he wanted it, wants her. Something about that feels different. Christian always seemed to want sex more often than she was interested in providing it, but it always seemed somehow impersonal, like it wasn't about her, just about him having somewhere to put his dick. She was a convenience when they were in bed, and inconvenience, well, just about every time else, never really anything more than that one way or the other.

This is different. And that's ridiculous, when Bucky is a friend she's hooked up with twice now and Christian was someone she gave five years of her life to, but a matter of moments is still more than enough to make that wildly, unmistakably clear. She never thought she even liked sex that much. She thinks instead that maybe she was just missing out. As his fingers thrust into her, she rocks against his hand, still steadying herself against his shoulders, clear enough as it is that he won't let her lose her balance. The cool metal of his prosthetic hand against the back of her neck is somewhat grounding, actually, which seems like a good thing when this has all been such a whirlwind. He seems to be really fucking good at that, making her lose her head in seconds. She isn't about to object in the slightest.

She's about to kiss him again when the angle of his fingers changes, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, sweet tension coiling up her spine. "Fuck," she breathes, eyes heavy-lidded, and though the thought occurs to her that they should move so he can get something out of this too, she can't bring herself to pull away. It feels too good for that; he seems too focused, as if he's enjoying making this all about her before they do anything else. "You — you really know how to get under a girl's skin."

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Dani is a bit of a wonder. She responds so beautifully to Bucky's touch, seemingly startled by it, but she doesn't seem inexperienced, either. It isn't much of a leap to assume that her ex was bad in bed, or maybe just selfish. Bucky doesn't get that at all. He's always loved getting girls off with his fingers and his mouth and getting rock hard while he was at it.

What a waste, he thinks, to have such a beautiful woman in your bed and not try to figure out all the ways that her body works. It may be entirely imagined, this slight, but Bucky feels determined to make up for it, in a way. It isn't out of pity, but something he genuinely finds himself craving. He can do this for her. He can make it amazing, and maybe show her that she should settle for nothing less from now on.

"Yeah?" Bucky chuckles warmly and shifts his metal arm to slide it instead under one of her thighs, hooking her knee over his bicep as he spreads her legs wider and lifts her a little bit. He watches his fingers sink into her again, thumbing at her clit, and then draws his fingers free. With his metal hand bracing the small of her back, he lifts her to his face as if she weighs nothing at all and drags his tongue up through the core of her, lips buzzing against her clit as he lets out a pleased hum from low in his throat.