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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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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.