for sylvie

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[From here.]


“Yes, an actual bed,” Bucky says with a genuine laugh of his own, spurred on by lovely sound of Sylvie’s own laughter. He finds himself wanting to make her laugh again and again.

They get dressed and the blanket disappears back from wherever it came, and the walk back to Bucky’s building is pleasant and calm, even if he does feel anticipation rising in his belly. Sometimes she makes him feel as if he’s on fire, her and Loki both. He hasn’t felt like this since he was just a dumb kid whose only concern was trying to figure out which girl at the dance hall might let him under her skirt.

Once they make it into the building and inside the elevator, Bucky hits the button for his floor and then stands next to her with his hands behind his back, trying not to touch her, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants to so much that he’s afraid that he won’t be able to stop once he does.

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"That's right," Sylvie says when she sees Bucky link his hands behind his back. "You're a gentleman. Dinner and dancing before anything else, if I recall."

And she does recall, nearly everything about that night. She remembers the dance, the way they'd spoken of it, a euphemism for sex, how she'd asked him if it was always so much work or if someone could just have a need, an itch to be scratched.

They hadn't made it as far as her bedroom that night. She finds, despite her teasing, she's actually sort of looking forward to changing that. Having time with Bucky in a bed where they're not concerned with space or having been seen or whether there's going to be sand wedged into crevices when they're through.

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"That's right," Bucky echoes, cheeks flushing again as he smiles over at her, happy to be teased. "I suppose I owe you a dinner and a dance, then."

Maybe he's being unnecessarily old-fashioned, but he means it. He wants to take her out for a nice dinner, wants to treat her well, because so few have done so since she was a little girl and he wants to change that. Not just for her, but for himself, too.

When the elevator doors open, Bucky makes a show of offering her his elbow and escorting her out once she takes it. Anticipation rises as they near his front door, but he knows that first they'll have to deal with Bopp, who has been cooped up alone for hours. He shouldn't need to take her outside until morning, but he's still unsurprised when she is right there when he opens the door, staring up at them with her tail swishing vigorously.

"Hello there," Bucky says to her, reaching down to scratch her between the ears before retrieving a treat from the jar near the door and feeding it to her. "We have company, so act right, huh?"

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"Watch your tone, she's better behaved than most men," Sylvie answers, turning her attention to the dog. Her words could be biting, taken the wrong way, but she hopes by now Bucky has grown used to her tendency to be a bit caustic, even when she doesn't necessarily mean it.

Dogs are easier, though. She's said it to him before and she believes he'll remember.

Rubbing Bopp's ears, Sylvie smiles down at the dog and says, "I know you're always well behaved. Don't listen to him, he just had sex on a public beach. That's an arrestable offence in Darrow."

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"You're not wrong about that," Bucky says dryly, chuckling a little as he locks the door and empties his pockets onto the small table next to it. What she says next startles a laugh out of her and a pleased flush rises to his cheeks as he passes by her, pausing with the hand on her hip. "Careful, you'll scandalize her."

He wants to drag him into his bedroom and throw her down onto the bed he hardly uses, but she was right when she called him a gentleman. Or maybe that ship's long sailed, but he can still try to be polite. He grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and two protein bars from the cabinet because all that exercise in the water (and on the beach) has him starved.

"Quick refuel first?" Bucky asks with an almost sheepish smile, handing her one of each item before ripping into the protein bar. "This isn't the breakfast that I promised, by the way."

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"Well, I should hope not," she replies, giving Bopp another enthusiastic scratch behind her ears before she straightens and takes the bottle of water from Bucky. The protein bar she thinks she can do without, but she takes it anyway, then leaves it sitting on the counter.

She might need it later, after all.

After she's opened the water and taken a long swallow, Sylvie looks at Bucky, a smile curving her lips, then she turns and walks toward his bedroom. The layout of all these apartments is more or less the same and she assumes she knows the way.

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Bucky's metabolism makes him need to eat a lot, so as much as he'd like to throw the protein bar down and follow Sylvie immediately, he waits for her to turn away and then shoves pretty much the entire thing into his mouth and chews quickly, watching Sylvie's hips sway their way down the hallway like she's just trying to drive him crazy.

He chews fast enough that Bopp up at him with her ears perked in concern, and Bucky shakes his head a little as he reaches down to put his hand on her head.

"Stay," he says once he's swallowed, patting between her ears and draining the bottle of water before dropping it and the wrapper, uncharacteristically messy, and then following her down the hallway. She's just made it to the doorway of his bedroom when he catches up to her, arms wrapping around her from behind. He buries his face in her neck and inhales, sliding his good hand up under her shirt and then her bra, palming her breast as he pulls her hips back against him.

"You drive me crazy," he says against her ear, chuckling happily as he walks her into the bedroom, kissing under her ear. "Absolutely insane."

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Another situation, another person, Sylvie would have them on the floor by now for daring to touch her this way, but the sudden presence of Bucky behind her, wrapped around her, it just makes heat stir inside her. She covers his hand with her own, holding it against her breast as she leans into him and lets herself be moved deeper into the room.

The last time, she'd demanded they go to her place, knowing it was safer. Even so, she's looked for the exits here, knows where to go if they have to get out, but she feels relatively safe now. Not safe enough to entirely turn off those tendencies she has that she's built up over her life, but still safe.

That says a lot.

"And here I was just walking down the hall," she answers, tilting her head for him. "How will you ever survive when I'm actually trying?"

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A few days ago, maybe even a few hours ago, Bucky never would have run up on Sylvie from behind. He wouldn't have dared, but now he feels more secure in his place with her. She's granted him a place in her life, trusts him enough to come inside of his home and let him inside of her body, so he feels more comfortable with her. Besides, she'd smack him if he overstepped, and she'd be right to do it.

"I have no earthly idea," he admits with a chuckle, kissing the side of her neck and then the juncture of her shoulder, sliding his other hand down the front of her pants to curl his metal hand over her cunt, squeezing lightly just to feel the heat of her. His cock is already hard against her ass and he groans, nosing up behind her ear.

"I promised you sex in a bed," he says in a low rumble, hearing the Brooklyn in his voice thanks to how relaxed and content he is. He wraps his arms more securely around her and lifts her until her toes leave the floor, letting out a pleased sigh. She feels weightless in his arms, priceless and precious, but not at all delicate. He lowers her back down and then slides his middle finger along her clit and then inside of her almost playfully, just trying to rile her up. "So, we better head over there, because this wall is lookin' real interesting to me."

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It's as if a switch has been flipped. Sylvie has known Bucky wants her, just as she's wanted him, but he's been holding back, assuming it wasn't what she wanted or worried he might be intruding upon something. And honestly, she had considered the same, the only reason why they haven't been together like this again much sooner than this.

And now that he knows, now that she and Loki have figured out what they are and who they are, how they work, at least to an extent, everything feels different.

Which doesn't mean Sylvie isn't going to return to teasing him tomorrow and leave him wanting for a week or so, but now she'll only do it because it's fun.

He touches her now like he can't get enough of her and Sylvie moans as his fingers slides inside of her, tipping her head back against his shoulder. "The wall will still be there tomorrow," she answers, pulling free of Bucky, the loss of his finger inside of her causing a soft, shuddering exhale. But then she turns and lowers herself to the bed, pushing back on the mattress and arching her eyebrow, inviting him to join her.

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Sylvie pulls away and Bucky groans at the temporary loss of her, but he’s immediately rewarded with the sight of her pulling herself onto his bed as if she belongs there, wearing that infuriatingly cocky smirk on her face. She sets Bucky’s blood ablaze, and now he no longer has to try to hide it.

After kicking off his boots and pulling his shirt over his head, he steps forward and does the same to her. She could disrobe with magic, but he likes pulling off her shoes and kissing the inside of her ankle, likes sliding his hands up her side to drag her shirt up until she has to lift her arms so he can remove it. He kisses up the inside of her arm, the crook of her elbow and the inside of her bicep, and then catches her mouth in a deep kiss as he reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.

Her breasts fall free and Bucky reaches up to cup them in his hands, thumbing at her nipples as he presses kisses to her chin, her jaw, the soft spot under her ear.

“How do you want it?” Bucky asks in a low voice, sliding his hands down to undo the button of her pants. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

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By necessity, sex has almost always been rushed, an act meant to release tension, little else. Loki has taken his time with her since they began sleeping together, but it remains out of the ordinary for Sylvie, to the point that she’s still surprised when Bucky kisses her like he does, the inside of her ankle, where it turns out she’s shockingly sensitive, then her elbow, her bicep, before finally finding her mouth.

This is more than just sex, she realizes. Maybe that should have been obvious, maybe Bucky realized it long ago, but it comes as a shock to Sylvie to really understand for the first time that Bucky isn’t here just to fuck her. He cares.

It’s terrifying and she thinks about telling him that later, because at the moment she’s luckily too aroused for it to make her want to run.

“Mm,” she says, wriggling out of her jeans after she’s reached down to help her. “On my knees, I think. This time.”

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Sylvie’s breath hitches as Bucky’s mouth drags across her ankle and he files that information away with all the other things that he’s learned about her, all the things that she likes, that make her feel good, that might make her happy.

“Your knees,” Bucky repeats, feeling a little winded by the image this presents in his head— her on her hands and knees with Bucky behind her, fucking into her. Just the thought is enough to make his cock twitch as he pushes his pants and underwear down to step out of them, leaving him naked aside from his ever present dog tags. “Okay.”

He leans over her to pull down her underwear, pausing to drag the backs of his metal fingertips lightly down the inside of her thigh before he climbs onto the bed on his knees, waiting for her to position herself with one hand around his cock, smiling in a way what’s somehow smug and shy all at once. “And I’ll come inside of you this time, if you want me to.”

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For a moment, she doesn’t move, just lies there, propped up slightly on her arms, in order to watch him undress. He’s a spectacularly attractive man, thick with muscle in the right places, narrow through his hips, his cock a lovely place to pause and allow her gaze to linger for a moment. The simple sight of him like his, naked, aroused, flushed with want, it’s enough that Sylvie feels herself growing wetter and she squeezes her thighs together for that delicious bit of pressure it provides.

Still without speaking, without answering the unasked question in his words, she moves forward, gets onto her knees so she can come up to his level and kiss him. She lingers there, lips brushing his, her fingers finding his cock and wrapping around him for a few lazy strokes.

“I do want you to,” she answers, lips still on his. “I want to feel you later.”

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Bucky is aware that he’s attractive. He’s known since he was young and he started getting sideways glances from girls and women, and even a few men, though they would both always try to ignore it. He knows it, but it’s not something he thinks about too often, at least not in recent decades.

But Sylvie looks at him like he’s something spectacular and Bucky likes how it feels to have her eyes on him like that, practically alight with approval.

She gets up on her knees to kiss him and Bucky cups her face in his hands, thumbing at her jaw and gasping softly against her mouth when her fingers wrap around him unexpectedly. His cock twitches in her loose grasp and he touches his forehead to hers, glancing down to watch, though he has to squeeze his eyes shut at the flare of arousal her words send through him.

“Yeah?” He asks against her mouth, resting his metal hand on her hip as the other reaches down between her legs, fingertips rubbing softly at her clit as she strokes him. Somehow it’s hot enough to nearly drive him mad, these exploratory touches while they share the air between their mouths, lips brushing, and he groans again at the thought of spilling inside of her, cheeks flushing at the thoughts that come to mind. “I like the thought of that, my come inside you even when I’m not around.”

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“That’s the idea,” she answers, eyebrow arching as she grins against his mouth, her hips swaying forward at the touch of his fingers against her clit. She likes the touch of his cool metal fingers, she isn’t afraid of the arm like he worries people might be, but the touch of his warm fingers against her is perfect, too, and she strokes his cock again, slowly, to express her pleasure.

Sylvie kisses him again, tongue on his, her teeth grazing his lower lip before she pulls back. Her lips are still curved into a grin as she moves away, then turns on the bed, still on just her knees, her back to Bucky.

It’s a display of trust she’s given to only one other person, also here in Darrow. Fear trembles through her at the same time as arousal pulses down to her cunt and it’s an intoxicating mix. Still, he could hurt her. He could work for the TVA. He could be any number of things, but Sylvie takes a deep breath and doesn’t even so much as glance over her shoulder.

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Another person might not think much of the way that Sylvie turns around and shows her back to him, head tipping forward to reveal the vulnerable nape of her neck, but Bucky knows exactly what it means, and to him it is a gift. His breath hitches as he reaches out to put his warm hand on the back of her neck, fingers slowly gliding down the slope of her spine.

It’s a clear display of trust, and Bucky wants to give it the respect that it deserves. He doesn’t push her down onto her hands, doesn’t bend her away from him at all. Instead he shifts forward and positions himself behind her, wrapping his metal arm loosely around her waist as he nudges her thighs a little further apart with his knee.

With his other hand, he positions himself and guides his cock into her slowly, rocking up into her with a soft grunt against her ear.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, wanting her to know that he understands what she’s giving him, and he wants her to feel safe here in his arms, on his cock. He rocks up into her slowly at first, shallowly, keeping his metal hand low on her belly as the other slides up to cover one of her breasts, holding her back against him as he thrusts up into her again and again, panting against the side of neck. “God, Sylvie.”

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She wishes she could say she hadn't expected anything else, that she was certain Bucky would simply wrap his arms around her and slide up behind her like he has, but a part of her hadn't entirely believed it. A part of her might never believe it, might never be relaxed enough to think this won't all be torn from her in an instant, either when someone turns on her or by the TVA when they inevitably track her down.

They've taken everything and she can't believe this, and Loki, won't also be taken from her eventually.

But for now, she has this. And as Bucky's cock presses into her, as he loops his arms around her and holds her against his chest, she simply tilts her head back toward his shoulder and allows herself, if not to believe it will last, then to at least believe it's real for now.

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She's quiet, but that doesn't really surprise Bucky. It's a lot, not just for her but for him, too. Her head rests against his shoulder and Bucky raises his hand to curl it loosely around her throat, thumbing at her jaw before gliding it slowly down her body, down between her breasts and over the curve of her ribs, down the flat of of her stomach and past her navel.

"You feel so good," he says against her ear, and maybe it's corny, maybe she'll roll her eyes at him, but he knows how he reacts to sweetness and praise. Even if he'd never admit it. Maybe she's like him in that way, too. "God, so good, Sylvie."

Like this, stretched out against Bucky, there is little she can do but just let herself be fucked, and Bucky encourages her to relax into it, murmuring against her ear and pressing kisses to her jaw and the side of her face as his hand slides lower. His fingers comb through the soft hair between her legs and then down further, circling her clit with the pad of his middle finger, applying direct pressure every few strokes.

"I'm right here," he says quietly, shifting the angle of his hips until he finds that the spot inside of her that makes her clench down around him, groaning as he strikes it again and again, doing his best to bring her to dizzying heights of pleasure. "I'm not letting go."

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When he had asked how she wanted it, when she told him on her knees, this hadn’t been what she’d meant, yet now that he’s wrapped around her, now that he seems to be touching her everywhere at once, she’s glad she had stayed upright. At least at first.

It’s intimate, something she doesn’t allow herself most of the time, sees the danger in it even now. But it feels so good, not just his cock inside her or the fingers rubbing against her clit. It’s the closeness of his body, his chest against her back, the way the cradle of his hips fits against her ass. She won’t be able to stay like this for long, but for the moment, as she lifts one arm and reaches back, fingers tangling in his hair, it’s perfect.

“God,” she all but whispers when the angle changes and finally she needs to shift away. Bending at her hips, she drops her hands down to the mattress, head hanging, curls in her face, and tilts her hips up and back to give Bucky a better angle. “Hold my hips,” she tells him, shivering as she presses back onto his cock.

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Sylvie's arm comes up, fingers burying in his thick hair, and Bucky turns his head to kiss at the inside of her arm, dragging his tongue along her soft skin to follow a bead of sweat. When she pulls away to fall forward, Bucky has to resist the urge to pull her back against him, but he understands how it can feel like too much, too intense.

She falls forward and Bucky follows only to sweep her hair away from her face, sliding his hand down her back to grab at her hips as instructed, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise. He stares at the long line of her back and the salacious tilt of her hips, watching as his cock slides nearly all the way out of her and plunges back in slowly.

"Do you want it hard or slow?" Bucky asks raggedly, rocking back until just the head of his cock rests inside of her body, waiting for her answer.

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Both, she thinks. Everything. She needs to be patient, this can’t all happen at once, and they have time. This one night doesn’t have to be all or nothing and Sylvie reminds herself of that as she tilts her head back slightly to look at Bucky.

Her lips curve, her eyes bright with want.

“Hard,” she says. “See if you can make me feel it tomorrow.”

They’re both strong, much stronger than the average person. She won’t break him and he won’t break her, which means they can let go, they can take and give what they want, fucking and rolling around and maybe at some point, slowly and sweetly having sex. It can be all these things.

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Sylvie turns his head to look at him, eyes shining as she delivers him a clear challenge with a wicked smile, and Bucky feels heat flare up his spine as he gives her a wild grin in return. Knowing that he won't have to hold back nearly overwhelms him with need, and also with a certain sort of fondness.

"As you wish," he replies, sliding his metal hand up her back to curl around her shoulder, holding her in place as he pulls his hips back and slams them forward again, crashing their bodies together with more force than he's ever dared before. The sound of it nearly surprises him and he pauses, eyes wide as he waits to see if it was too much, but Sylvie is a god. She is stronger than he'll ever be and, secure in the knowledge of both that and the fact that she'll stop him if he loses himself, he gives in, fucking into her at a brutal pace that can only happen because of the level of trust and caring between them. He can let himself go, give into the animal inside of him, knowing he'll have someone to catch him on the other side of it.

"Will you feel me?" Bucky pants out, tightening his vibranium grip on her shoulder as he presses on her lower back with his other hand, changing the angle of his hips so he can strike her g-spot again and again. "Fuck, Sylvie."

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"I think you're proving yourself up to the task," she answers, breathless, but her tone somehow still smug. She's aching wonderfully, the muscles of her thighs and her backside sore from both Bucky's thrusts and the way on which she tenses them, sending bolts of heat through her. Her cunt is swollen, flushed, as she shoves herself back against him, meeting his thrusts, gasping when he changes the angle of his hips again.

Her weight shifts onto one hand and she reaches down her body, her fingers circling her clit as Bucky fucks into her from behind. This is reminiscent in ways of the first night they'd spent together all those months ago, though without the implication one of them will be forced to leave at the end of it. If she wants to stay, she knows he'll let her.

"I'm close," she warns him, knowing he'll want her to come first, knowing he'll want to feel that. Her fingers move more insistently against her clit as she drops her head, breasts bouncing with every breath, every thrust.

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Sylvie's tone is smug and breathless all at once, but Bucky can't help but to feel a little smug himself. Her pale skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, rocking back against his cock in a needy sort of way, and Bucky groans as she shifts her weight to reach between her legs.

"Good to know, but I'm not gonna stop," Bucky tells her in a low voice, falling forward to plant his metal hand into the bed next to hers, covering her back with her chest. His other hand slides from her hip to cross over her chest, grabbing at one of her breasts as he fucks her.

"Go on, come," he pants out against her ear, smiling wickedly as he tugs at her nipple. "And then I'll make you come again."

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"It was more meant to be informative," she answers, surprised by her ability to be sarcastic even in a moment like this, overcome with pleasure, every part of her body aching beautifully. "You better not stop."

With his chest against her back, Sylvie falls silent, breathing hard, allowing herself to focus on everything she's feeling. Bucky so close, his cock slamming into her again and again, his fingers pulling at her nipple and then twisting in a way that makes her cry out.

It's enough to send her over the edge, too, her own fingers rocking against her clit, and Sylvie comes with a gasp, pushing herself into him at the same time, wanting more, wanting everything he can give her.

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"You're such an ass," Bucky huffs out, sounding unbearably fond even as he pinches hard at her nipple. But then her orgasm overtakes her and Bucky has to grit his teeth to hold his own at bay. He could come right now, tipping right after her, but he doesn't want to, not yet.

He fucks her through it, slowing his thrusts a little and groaning against her neck as her cunt flutters around him. It's heaven, complete and utter heaven, and Bucky slides his metal hand under hers on the bed, taking her weight onto the back of his hand as their fingers slot together.

Bucky's other hand leaves her chest to slide down between her legs, tugging Sylvie's hand away to replace it with his own. He covers her cunt with his hand, index and middle finger spreading around where he spears her again and again, palm grinding against her clit.

"I'm not gonna stop," he pants out again, letting out a shuddering exhale against her ear. His thrusts slow to a shallow and grinding rhythm, pushing her forward until her thighs hit the bed and they both have to drop to their elbows. "Fuck, Sylvie."

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So few people have touched Sylvie with such confidence, at least partly due to the fact she lets so few people touch her at all. But just as she isn’t afraid of Bucky’s arm, he doesn’t seem afraid of her. He respects her power, her strength, and that only makes her like him more.

Respect without fear is a powerful thing and something she can’t abuse or manipulate. It’s surprising how good that feels.

“Don’t,” she agrees in a gasp, letting her hand fall away where he’s touching her. She can feel his fingers against her cunt, against himself as he thrusts into her. She likes the idea of him touching them both at the same time, likes that point of connection. “Don’t stop.”

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"I won't," he assures her, turning his metal arm to curl it across her chest, holding her back against him as he thrusts hard into the tight grip of her cunt. She's shockingly wet now that she's come and Bucky grabs at her cunt almost possessively, not because she belongs to him but only because in this moment, it's him making her feel good and he's so glad that it's him, proud that he's been given the chance to learn her body so well.

"You feel so good, Sylvie," he says against her ear, grinding his palm against her clit before sliding his hand up to use his fingers instead, rubbing at it with tight little circles, constant pressure as he fucks into her with hard, deep thrusts. He feels so close, teeth gritted as he holds his orgasm at bay, because he won't allow himself to come until she does for a second time.

He doesn't give her a break, just keeps on fucking her through her orgasm, building the pleasure higher and higher until she's nearly squirming against him. "I've got you, Sylvie. Fuck, you're so good."

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A regular man wouldn't be able to do this, she's sure of that. A regular man wouldn't be able to last, to pull her through two orgasms, one right after another, but she supposes that may be part of why she's here with Bucky and not some other regular man.

She chooses who to spend her time with very carefully and she doesn't regret this at all.

The second orgasm overtakes her before she even realizes it's happening and she gasps suddenly, her back arching, her body shuddering as she comes again, clenching around Bucky's cock inside of her as she cries out his name.

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When Sylvie comes again, Bucky knows that he couldn't hold himself back even if he tried. Her body clenches down around his cock, goes rigid with pleasure in his arms, but it's the sound of his name on her lips that drives him over the edge. He comes with a shout of his own and this time he doesn't pull out, but instead grinds his hips against her ass, burying himself as deep inside her body as he can as his cock pulses, spilling inside of her.

The sensation isn't something he's experienced many times and it nearly overwhelms him now, making him shiver as he rocks his hips a few more times, fucking them both through it, making a mess before going still and rolling them onto their sides, cock still resting inside her as he pants against her ear.

"Fuck," he breathes out, sliding his wet hand over her hip and holding on tightly, chuckling softly against the side of her neck. "We're really good at this."

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That last second is one of the moments Sylvie loves the best, when he buries himself inside of her as deep as he can, when she feels fuller than before, when she can sense that he’s coming, then the warmth that floods into her as he comes.

After a moment, he keeps thrusting and she can feel that warmth spilling out of her, against her thighs, and she moves with him when Bucky rolls to the side. Their legs tangle, he’s still inside her and Sylvie gives an experimental clench of her muscles just to see what kind of sound he might make.

“Practically professional,” she agrees, laughing breathlessly. “But we could always do with more practice, don’t you think? No one’s perfect.”

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Sylvie tightens around his sensitive cock and Bucky hisses, chuckling softly as he gives her jaw a sharp nip. Last time they'd done this, Bucky didn't linger. They had both gotten what they came for, and sticking around too long would have made it awkward.

But this time, he isn't just here for the sex, and Sylvie isn't either. They're here because they like each other, because they want to spend time together, so this time, Bucky doesn't leave. He stays inside of her body, enjoying the stick intimacy of it, and slides his good hand along the length of her torso, pausing to gently cup one of her breasts in his hand just to feel the weight of it.

"Oh, surely," he says with a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to her jaw, and then her cheek, reaching up to gently turn her chin so he can press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "I'm dedicated to making sure we're the best we can be."

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As much as the sex itself is new in a way, regular and with the same people for the first time in her entire life, this is so much more unusual for her. Before Loki, Sylvie had never once been with the same person more than one time. Before Loki, she'd never spent the night sleeping beside someone, had never trusted anyone enough to be present while in such a vulnerable position.

But now there's Bucky, too, and when he touches her chin to turn her head, she allows it. She turns her head so she can kiss properly, her mouth pressed to his. She reaches back with one hand, cupping the back of his head in her palm, twisting further to kiss him again, deeper this time.

"I feel like you might need a bit of time to recover," she teases, speaking against his mouth.

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When Sylvie twists in his arms, Bucky shifts onto his elbow and makes with her, making it easier for their bodies to stay connected as they kiss. She licks into his mouth and Bucky hums, eyes falling shut as he kisses her back. The words make him smile and he opens his eyes, pulling back to look down at her.

"Probably," he murmurs, kissing her again as he gently eases out of her and shifts to lay at her side. "You should pretend that you need some time too, or you'll bruise my ego."

It's his way of asking her to stay for just a little, or as long as she wants.

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"Yes, the god needs time to recover," she answers, smirking as Bucky slips free of her body, a shiver of pleasure going through her at the sensation. She speaks as if she doesn't need any time, but truthfully, she's a little sore, in a pleasant way, and sensitive, too. A little time to recover would be welcome.

Sylvie turns completely, pressing her hand against Bucky's chest so that he's on his back and she lies on her side beside him, against him. She keeps her palm against his chest, then tents her hand, fingertips on his skin. He's surprisingly smooth beneath her fingers and she takes her time, stroking, exploring, having not really done so before.

[semi_stable]

"And who am I to deny her?" Bucky asks in a playful drawl, shifting easily onto his back and putting his metal arm up under his head as the other one curls around her back. His hand strokes slowly up and down the curve of her hip, watching her face as she touches him.

It's a peaceful moment, something that could only be called afterglow if they were made to put a name to it. He hopes that it lasts, because it's rare that he's so relaxed. While he wouldn't presume to know Sylvie's mind, he thinks that she looks relaxed, too. They bring each other peace, even if only for a little while at a time.

"I left bruises," he murmurs once he notices the deep red marks on her hip, smudges in the shape of fingertips. They'll probably heal before turning purple, but he still lightly drags the pads of his fingers over them, apologetic and intrigued all at once.

She's a god, and he knows that it's a stupid question before he asks it, but he can't seem to help himself. Even though he rationally knows the answer, he feels like he needs to hear her say it, so he asks it quietly and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

[the_variant]

Sylvie glances down at her hip, surprised by the smudges of bruises on her skin. There aren’t many people who could do such a thing and when she looks back up at Bucky, she has one eyebrow arched, almost impressed.

“No,” she says. “You didn’t. I’m surprised you think I’d mind if you did.”

It’s nice to think they might be gentle with one another from time to time, but it’s just as nice to think they can be as rough as they want. That hurting each other isn’t likely at all.

[semi_stable]

“No, it’s not that,” Bucky tells her, biting his lip as he searches for the words to explain what he’s feeling. He doesn’t want her to think that he thinks she’s delicate, or that he didn’t greatly enjoy what they just did together.

“I just— I wanted to be sure,” he explains quietly, resting his hand over the marks and and not quite meeting her eye. “All I did for a very long time was hurt people against my will. Sometimes I worry, I guess.”

And then he chuckles and shifts his arm to hide his face with his metal hand for a moment, slightly embarrassed and shaking his head.

“The last thing I would want to do is hurt you,” he says as he lifts his hand to cup Sylvie’s face, stroking his metal thumb softly across her chin. “So I hope you’ll indulge me if I need to check in sometimes when things get intense. Just to make sure.”

He smiles like he knows that he’s being ridiculous and touches his thumb to the dip below her lower lip. “Even though you’re a god.”

[the_variant]

The worst part, for all she doesn’t want to admit it, is that he can hurt her now. Not physically, or even if he did, she doesn’t think she would mind it much, but Bucky has seen the vulnerable parts of her, the places where she hides her fears. Having seen into her so plainly, he has the ability to destroy her.

What she hopes is, despite having the ammunition now, the ability, he doesn’t have to capacity for it.

“I suppose I can indulge you,” she says, then pushes up on her arm, rolling over Bucky’s hips, straddling him and then leaning down to rest her crossed forearms on his chest. She stretches languidly, like a cat, then settles her chin on her folded arms, looking at him.

“But trust me, if you hurt me, you’ll bloody well know it.”

[semi_stable]

"I do appreciate it," Bucky says in a dry tone, but it's sincere. As she settles on top of him, he reaches back to shove a pillow under his head, propping himself up a bit and smiling at her.

"It's probably odd that I find that very reassuring," he teases, chuckling softly as he reaches up to sweep a fallen curl out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and then cupping her cheek, gazing up at her.

"I have no desire to hurt you," he assures her in a more sincere tone, and then he lets his smile go a little bit sly as he thumbs gently at the corner of her mouth. "Other than in hot ways that we both enjoy, of course. It sounds like we're in agreement."

[the_variant]

There are truly cruel people in the world, people who desire causing pain, and in some ways, Sylvie has been one of them. She doesn’t believe Bucky is. But wanting to cause pain isn’t always at the root of it.

She doesn’t say so, though. They both know it, they’ve both lived long enough to have experienced it. There’s no reason to reiterate what they already know.

“Funnily enough, I think we’re in agreement on a great number of things,” she says, then kisses his chest.

[semi_stable]

"We do seem to be, don't we?" Bucky asks quietly, expression softening as she presses a kiss to his skin. One of those things is obviously Loki, and Bucky finds himself a little stunned that they can be here like this, naked and lingering in afterglow, and it's okay. This isn't wrong, isn't hurting anyone, and it's such a relief.

"I didn't really know that it could be like this," he admits after a moment, sliding drawing his fingertips up Sylvie's back and over her shoulder. "I only ever really got one view of relationships, you know? I thought there were all these rules."

He hopes that he doesn't scare her with that R word, because he isn't trying to define what this is. His whole point is that he's glad to have had his expectations shattered. "But like everything else, humans just make it unnecessarily complicated, I guess."

[the_variant]

The word does make her nervous, a little, but that has nothing to do with Bucky and everything to do with her own fears. Everyone she had any sort of relationship with had torn away by the TVA and some small part of her is still waiting for the day they find their way here to tear it all away again.

She’s seen Loki die by their hands once already, she’s not prepared to do that again, nor does she want them to lay their hands on Bucky. Somehow, though, she does a good job of not letting any of that show. Instead she merely shrugs.

“I didn’t know there weren’t,” she says. “Or that there didn’t have to be. No one I’ve been with had ever stayed alive long enough for us to have to think about it.”

[semi_stable]

Bucky knows that the last thing that Sylvie would want is pity, and while that isn’t what he feels, he does ache for her. He knows a little of what it’s like to go from battle to battle for years and years, to be all alone, but she went through so much worse, for so much longer.

“I think if the TVA could get to this place, they would have already razed it to the ground. Everyone here is a walking anomaly,” he says quietly, because it’s not hard to guess what she’s thinking.

“We don’t have to think about it now, either.” He lifts his hand to her face, fingers sinking into her soft hair as he brushes it back. Bucky will think about it very much later, he’s sure, but for now he’s content. “It’s just very new to me, is all. It never occurred to me as a possibility.”

[the_variant]

"It never occurred to you that you'd have the opportunity to fuck not one, but two gods?" she asks, clearly teasing. "I would say you've been aiming low, in that case."

None of this ever occurred to her either. For so long, the only thing Sylvie has cared about is revenge, finding the people who took her world and taking everything she can from them. Meeting Loki was a shock that knocked the entire trajectory of her life off balance. Coming to Darrow had only thrown it off course further and now there's Bucky, nudging it along even more.

[semi_stable]

"And what do you get? A broke guy from Brooklyn," Bucky replies with a laugh, gently pulling his fingers through her hair and stroking his fingertips along her jaw, happy just to look at her.

"But I'm good in bed, so that's a plus," he jokes, chuckling as he lifts his head to kiss her. "And I have a cute dog."

[the_variant]

"Mm, yes, clearly your cock and the dog are the only things you have going for you," she agrees, idly stroking her fingertips over his chest. Her fingers curl under, scratching her nails against his skin, catching his nipple seemingly without intent, but the glint in her eye says otherwise.

She sits up on Bucky's hips, rocking her own slightly as she does.

"I think you know well enough by now to agree I wouldn't waste my time with someone I didn't think had more to offer than that," she points out. "It would have stayed as one night and we would never have been friends."

[semi_stable]

"They're two of my best features," Bucky jokes, biting his lip and playfully narrowing his eyes at her as her nails rake over his nipple, sending a small zap of pleasure through him. She sits up astride his hips, rocking against his half-hard cock, and he lets out a low groan. "You're a menace."

His hands go to her hips, palms pressing into the dark pink smudges he left on her skin, and smiles almost bashfully as she speaks. It's actually a very sweet thing to say, coming from Sylvie, and while Bucky didn't actually think that's why she's here, it's still nice to hear it.

"We're friends first, right?" Bucky asks easily, even as his hands slide around to grab at her shapely ass, breath hitching she rocks down against him again. "Friends and something else, too."

[the_variant]

While she had been the one to use the word first, it still startles Sylvie a little to hear Bucky call her a friend. Before the TVA, before meeting Loki and Mobius, she hadn't had friends. People she used, people she fucked occasionally through the years, but friends hadn't been something she could afford.

Friendships were dangerous. Real relationships were dangerous. She's trying, though, to let it happen.

"We are," she agrees, only a little cautious. Her hands splay on Bucky's lower abdomen, feeling hard muscle and smooth skin beneath her palms. "Friends and... something else."

[semi_stable]

“Something else,” he repeats, because while he’s fine with not putting a label on this, it’s important. Sylvie is free to sleep with him and Loki and whoever else she wants, but this isn’t just sex. He cares for her, but he doesn’t feel a need to define anything. That would just complicate things.

When they’re together, he feels good about it. He likes being with her, likes how she makes him feel, and that is what’s important.

“Friendship has its perks,” he teases with a low chuckle, lifting his head to watch where she’s rocking against him, flushing when he realizes that his come is leaking out of her and onto his cock, making a mess of them both. The sight of it feels obscene in a way that makes him swallow hard, biting his lip as he reaches down to use his thumb to wipe away a slick, pearly smear at the crease of her thigh.

“I’ve never actually come inside of a woman before,” he says almost dazedly, sliding his thumb through the delicate pink folds of her cunt, gathering come and pressing it back inside of her. He looks up at her almost bashfully, feeling grateful that with her, he feels free to explore a little more, to give into wilder urges that might not have gone over as well when he was younger.

He slides his thumb free and brings it up his mouth as he lifts his gaze to Sylvie’s face, watching her as he licks the pad of it clean. “We taste good.”

[the_variant]

“Happy to be your first,” she teases, even as her breath quickens a little at the thought, at the press of his thumb inside of her again. The first woman he’s come inside, Loki likely the first man he’ll allow to fuck him, which she feels rather certain hasn’t happened yet.

She thinks she would like to be there for that. To watch. To help.

The mere thought of it makes heat pulse straight into her cunt, punctuated by the way he licks his thumb, the pink swipe of his tongue against skin. She wants that tongue on her again, but even more than that, she wants to feel him in her mouth.

“It’s unfair,” she answers, pushing against his stomach to slide back on his thighs. “That you’re getting to taste us and I haven’t yet.”

[semi_stable]

"You were the first person to fuck me in over seventy years. You set a very high bar," Bucky murmurs with a low chuckle, eyes darkening as he stares up at her. It feels insane that she can get him going again, like he's fifteen and just discovered what sex is. It feels like she's lit a fire inside of him, like she woke some part of him up, and he'll always be grateful to her for that.

He's still staring at her as she starts to slide back and his brows furrow a little until her words register and his eyes widen a bit, cock jerking just at the thought of having her mouth on him. He wants to assure her that she doesn't have to, but he knows that it's unnecessary. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be offering, and Bucky is relieved that he doesn't have to worry.

"Fuck," he breathes out instead, not bothering to try and hide the effect she has on him. As much as he wants that, he thinks about her cunt, still slick with his come, and he swallows hard. "I've never-- could we do it at the same time? You could turn around so I could put my mouth on you, too."

[the_variant]

Every time Bucky suggests something she might not have expected, it makes some part of Sylvie shiver with pride. He says she’s set a high bar, which she thinks is a little funny, but all the same, she knows she was the first in a long time and she thinks she can take a little credit for waking something up.

Her lips curve into a smile, one bordering on wicked, and she slips further down Bucky’s legs, pressing her hips down to drag her cunt along his thigh just for the friction. Then she drops her head, kisses his hip, drags her tongue along the skin just below his bellybutton, then sits up again.

“I like that idea,” she says before she swings one leg off him. Turning, Sylvie first seats herself backward on Bucky’s lap, rolling her hips, his cock against her, then she lifts her hips again and slowly pushes herself backward.

She sort of wants him to grab her, drag her exactly where he wants her, even as she slides her hands up his thighs.

[semi_stable]

Sylvie says nothing and continues down his body, and Bucky has to wonder if his suggestion came off as foolish, or perhaps too eager. Her expression says otherwise, and he finds himself relieved when she gets up to turn around, grinding against his once again very interested cock.

She’s teasing him and Bucky has to resist the urge to grab her hips and push inside of her just like this. He takes a breath and watches as she moves back towards his face, staring hungrily at the her cunt as he props himself up onto his elbows. There’s a pearly dribble of his come there, sliding slowly down along one fold, and the sight of it sends a shock of pleasure through him.

He feels flushed by how much it aroused him, and maybe just a little shame, like the first time he got aroused by the sight of a man’s body, or the first time Loki kissed him with Bucky’s come still on his tongue. But just because it’s filthy doesn’t mean that he’s bad for wanting it. This is one of the things that they’re teaching him.

Sylvie is moving at a snail’s pace, swaying her lips like a mouse taunting a cat, and it’s transparent even to Bucky what she wants. He brings his hands down on her hips hard enough for them to hear a light slap and then drags her back as if she were weightless, putting his elbows at the insides of her knees to push them further apart.

This has her straddling his face and Bucky wastes no time in dragging his tongue up through the core of her, following that trail of his come and pushing it back inside of her with his tongue, tasting his salty bitterness and her sweetness all at once.

[the_variant]

No one pushes Sylvie around. No one has for a very long time and while she's not likely to give up power, even in the bedroom, the way Bucky grabs her and drags her exactly like she'd been craving sends a hot pulse of arousal through her. She drags her nails up his thighs as he does, letting her thighs spread wider, knees pressed into the bed on either side of Bucky's face.

Even as she wraps her fingers around the base of his cock, he's already licking her, dragging his tongue along her cunt, tasting himself on her skin, another thought that makes her shiver with pleasure.

A sharp gasp slips out, then a moan, then she's parting her lips and dragging her tongue up the length of Bucky's cock. It's the first time she's done so, she realizes, the first time she'll have had him in her mouth, and she plans on making sure he doesn't forget it.

[semi_stable]

The sound that Sylvie makes gives him almost as much pleasure as her tongue dragging eagerly up his cock. He groans against her cunt, knees bending as he spreads his thighs. For a moment, it's nearly sensory overload-- the tip of her tongue pressing at the head of his cock, her taste in his mouth, her smell all around her, the heat coming off of her cunt. Bucky has to pull away to take a ragged breath, grunting and turning to bite at the inside of her thigh.

"Fuck, Sylvie," he gasps out, squeezing at her hips as he lifts his head to drag his tongue over her clit, sucking at the hood of it as his nose presses in against her cunt. For a moment it feels like he's drowning in her, but he's more than willing to let himself sink.

His cock sinks into her mouth and Bucky lets out a low moan against her, cock twitching when he realizes that they're tasting themselves on each other. It's unreasonably hot and Bucky slides his hands around to Sylvie's ass, grabbing her cheeks and spreading her open as he presses his tongue as deeply into her as he can, face pressed eagerly into her cunt.

[the_variant]

She likes that, the bite of teeth against the meat of her thigh, and she moans around him, one hand on the base of his cock, the other slipping between his legs to cup his balls. He's never been anything but wonderfully enthusiastic and this is no different, the way he sinks into her, licking and sucking, and she knows if she were to push her hips back just slightly, sink down on him, he'd be able to taste and smell and see nothing but her.

For now she sets herself to the task of his beautiful cock, licking down the length of him again before using her tongue to tease at the head. He tastes amazing, beneath the taste of herself on him, the skin velvety soft, burning hot to the touch, and she sinks her head down again, taking him deep, then deeper still.

The way Bucky grabs at her, spreading her wider, is pulls another long moan from her, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she tugs gently at his balls.

[semi_stable]

It's obvious that Sylvie likes it when he's a little bit rough, and maybe it's because no one else has ever dared to handle her this way. The only reason Bucky does is because she lets him, because she wants him to, so he grips the front of her thighs and momentarily lifts her off of the bed as he presses his face against her, dragging his tongue through the folds of her cunt, over her hole and then higher still, over the tight curl of muscle above it.

Her knees settle back down on either side of her head and Bucky's mouth closes over her clit as he shifts his good hand so he can press two fingers inside of her. They sink in just as his cock nudges at the back of her throat, and they moan in tandem.

If Loki were here, he thinks suddenly, it would be so easy for him to get on his knees behind her, to fuck her while Bucky's face was pressed so intimately between them. He groans at the thought, hips jerking when Sylvie swallows around his cock, and then start to fuck her hard with two fingers, twisting and pressing in deep as he flicks his tongue against her clit, trying to drive her to dizzying heights of pleasure.

[the_variant]

It might be difficult for some to focus on the task at hand while Bucky has his mouth on them, his fingers inside of them, but Sylvie finds she can concentrate just fine. While what he's doing makes her shudder with pleasure, heat licking through her, her hips rocking against his face, she's never gone down on him before. It's rather easy, she thinks, to pour nearly all her attention into sucking his cock.

She pulls back, licking the head of his cock again, dragging her tongue around it, then sinks back down. Following her mouth with her hand, Sylvie's head begins to bob, slowly at first, taking Bucky deeper before backing off again, enough to suck just the head of his cock.

With her elbow braced on the bed, she strokes his balls at the same time, sinking onto his cock, swallowing around him, fingertips sneaking back further, behind his balls, stroking against the ring of muscle between his cheeks.

[semi_stable]

Sylvie might be able to concentrate, but Bucky finds himself struggling. She sucks him so eagerly, enthusiastically, tugging at his balls as she swallows around the head of his cock, and Bucky's head falls back to the bed as he lets out a soft cry of pleasure. And then her fingers move, rubbing deliberately at his hole, sending even more pleasure through him.

"You can put your fingers in me if you want," he pants out, cock twitching against her tongue as he pushes his fingers into Sylvie again, as deep as they can go, thumb sliding up over her clit. There is no hesitation, no nervousness, because he trusts her enough to let her inside of him, to make him feel good.

After letting out another grunt, he lifts his head and spreads his fingers a little inside of her, licking between them and then pulling them out to replace them with his tongue, pressing it into her as he drags his knuckles lightly back and forth over her clit, pinching it lightly between knuckle and thumb.

[the_variant]

Even with her lips stretched around him, the words make a little smile flicker at the corners of Sylvie's mouth. There's trust in them, something that still concerns her now and then, something she worries she might one day take advantage of, but even beyond that, it opens the doors to other things they might experiment with in the future.

Sylvie's always been rather fluid in terms of sexuality, preferences, desires, but she hasn't exactly had the space in which to explore. Now, though, there's time and there's safety.

"I can find other things to put in you," she answers in a low voice, grinning as she pulls back from his cock so she can use her saliva to slick her fingers. Her hips are rocking against him, a shuddering moan escaping as he uses his fingers, his tongue, the way he touches her clit with his knuckles. Her thighs are burning, trembling, and she pauses, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Next time," she adds before she presses one slick finger inside of him at the same time as she takes his cock into her mouth again.

[semi_stable]

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” Bucky groans out, chuckling at her words. He isn’t even sure what she means by other things but already he realizes that he wouldn’t deny her. With Sylvie and with Loki, he thinks he’d try anything once. They make him feel so hungry, like he’ll never quite get enough of them.

Her finger slides into his body so confidently, with no hesitation, and Bucky lets out a low moan against her cunt, lapping at her clit with slow, thorough licks as he adjusts to the intrusion. His fingers dip into her cunt again, pressing in deep, and then he slides them back to the tight curl of muscle just above it. He’s never touched a woman there and he rubs curiously, feeling the muscle pucker around the pad of his finger.

“Does this feel good for you?” He pants out with a sincere sort of curiosity, pressing just the tip of his middle finger into her ass and then pulling it away to drag his tongue over her cunt and then her asshole too, pressing the point of his tongue against it. “I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass.”

It feels like a crude thing to say, but Sylvie won’t mind, not when she has a finger up his ass and her mouth full of his cock.

His head falls to the bed again and he spreads her open with his hands, taking a moment to just look because he has the time. She’s got a beautiful cunt, slick and pink, so wet that a drop of fluid rolls down the inside of her thigh and Bucky turns his head to follow it with his tongue, doing his best to suck a mark against her pale skin.

[the_variant]

Bucky is so open with her that it sometimes frightens her. Even before tonight, before things have shifted for them, Sylvie has known she holds a lot of power when it comes to this man, but then, he holds a lot of power, too. More than she likes to acknowledge even to herself.

The sound she makes should be enough of an answer for him. A guttural sort of moan shivers out of her around his cock, her body moving back with his tongue as he licks her.

Every time she needs to speak, she has to pull back from his cock, and she doesn't want to, wants to use her tongue, her lips, she wants to take him deep into her throat and make him come, but she wants to tell him, too. She wants to see and feel what it does to him.

"You can with me," she says in a low, rough voice. She licks his cock again, a long drag of her tongue. "Whenever you want."

[semi_stable]

"Fuck," he gasps out, squeezing hard at her ass cheeks and nearly pushing her down right then and there, but he doesn't. Later, when he's less crazed and can take his time. For now, he slides his fingers through the folds of her cunt, getting them wet and slick and then pressing his middle finger into her ass, mostly because he wants to know what every part of her feels like. "You're so tight."

She's always tight, clutching at his cock even as he sinks into her with no resistance, but this is like a vice grip and Bucky groans as he sinks his finger into the knuckle, watching her body swallow the digit. It's fascinating, but then she sucks hard at the head of his cock and he lets out a soft cry, lifting his head to press his tongue into her cunt again.

"Whenever I want," he repeats in a raspy, awed sort of tone, grunting as his thighs tense. He slides his finger out of her and switches hands, sinking two cool, metal fingers into her cunt and pumping them in and out of her hard and quick as he sucks at her clit, wanting so badly to make her come.

[the_variant]

She likes that very much, the way he responds to her promise, and she smiles as best she can while taking his cock deeper into his mouth. A thousand years of practice has made it so Sylvie knows what she’s doing, but more importantly, a thousand years has taught her that everyone likes different things, and she pays close attention to the things that make Bucky moan.

But then, she supposes he’s paid attention, too, and when he pushes those metal fingers into her cunt, she moans around him, momentarily thrown off her rhythm by the sensation. There’s something so good about the cool metal and the knowledge of what he can do with that powerful arm.

Though she doesn’t want to, she has to pull back from his cock, leaving her finger where it is, enclosed in the heat of his body, because she can’t focus at all with the onslaught, the way he’s licking her, fucking her with his fingers. Her toes curl against the bed on either side of his body and she sits back a little, gasping at the feeling before the heat inside her snaps and she’s coming with a cry.

[semi_stable]

Sylvie pulls off of his cock and rocks back against his face, leaving Bucky to slide his fingers out of her and rub at her clit instead, licking into as she goes tense. When she comes, she shakes apart with it and Bucky reaches up to put his other hand on her hip, rubbing soothingly as he laps at her pulsing cunt.

Her thighs are trembling a little and Bucky feels not smug, but proud of himself. He’s glad that he can make her come so hard, and he hums his contentment as he drags his tongue over her stiff clit, sucking gently before he lets his head fall back to the bed. His face and hands are wet from her cunt and he licks his lips before turning to wipe his mouth against the inside of her thigh just to let her feel what a mess she’s made of him.

His own cock is still rock hard and and the finger she has hooked inside of his body is a maddening sort of pressure, but he can be patient. Or maybe—

“Can I come inside of you again?” He pants out, and maybe he’d flush if he was less desperately aroused.

[the_variant]

Panting heavily, Sylvie is prepared to take Bucky back into her mouth, swallow him as deep as she can, when he asks if he can come inside of her again. She stifles another moan against the cut of his hip and then nods, breathless and wonderfully sore and utterly exhausted.

And entirely looking forward to doing all this again. And again.

“Sit up,” she orders, sliding off him slowly, then turning to face him. “Back against the headboard.”

[semi_stable]

Coming from anyone else, Bucky might have balked at the command. Now, coming from Sylvie, naked and beautiful and glistening with sweat, Bucky follows it eagerly, abs flexing as he sits up and pulls himself backward until he’s leaning back against the headboard.

His cock is flushed a dark pink and leaking at the head, painfully hard, but doesn’t touch it. Instead he just reaches forward for Sylvie, wanting so badly to get his hands back on her, to get back inside of her body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking his bottom lip, tasting her all over himself, like she’s marked him somehow. Perhaps she has.

[the_variant]

Sylvie climbs onto Bucky, into his lap, positioning herself over his cock without preamble. Her body is still trembling from her own orgasm and she feels like she’s craving him, having him inside of her. Without waiting, hands braced on Bucky’s chest, she sinks down onto him easily, the way already slicked.

At the compliment, she flashes a quick grin, then leans in to kiss Bucky. She can taste herself on his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. It makes her moan, sinking deeper into the kiss, licking herself from him.

“Fuck,” she breathes, moving her hips, rolling them to have him sink deeper inside her.

[semi_stable]

Sylvie wastes no time, doesn’t tease, simply climbs astride his lap and sits on his cock, sheathing it inside of her body with one swift motion. Bucky grunts and grabs at her hips, flaring out from a narrow waist. Her breasts are perfect, big and round with the pinkest nipples that Bucky has ever seen, and he wants so badly to pull one of them into his mouth, but then she’s kissing him and it’s even better. She licks at his tongue, at his lips, and he realizes that she’s tasting herself, eagerly chasing it, and it’s so hot that Bucky nearly comes right there.

Thankfully, he manages to hold himself back, because he isn’t ready for this to be over yet. While Sylvie bounces on his cock, grinding herself down against his hips, Bucky cups her tits in both hands and squeezes, pinching and tugging at her nipples before dropping his hands to her waist again.

As strong and powerful as Sylvie is, she’s still very light, so Bucky is able to lift her as if she weighed nothing at at all, holding her for a moment with just the head of his cock held in her cunt, and then dragging her back down hard onto it, burying himself as deep into her body as he can. “Fuck, Sylvie, you feel so good.”

[the_variant]

For much of her life, sex has been rushed. It hasn't all been bad, Sylvie sees no point in bothering with sex if it's not enjoyable, but it's always been rushed out of necessity. There simply hadn't been the time or the space to be loud, to allow herself to be distracted from her safety. Everything was for the sake of getting off and nothing else.

It's different here.

Bucky touches her, kisses her, he moans, breathless, and compliments her. She braces herself against his stomach, both her hands splayed, and she gasps as he lifts her, then drags her back down. Their bodies are dragging together and she curls her nails under, scratching against his skin.

"Do what you want," she tells him, a level of trust allowed to almost no one. "What do you want?"

[semi_stable]

The words, and what she gives Bucky with them, makes him shiver with pleasure and he groans, head tipping back against the headboard. Her nails bite at his skin, adding the slightest edge of pain that only seems to add to everything else, making it brighter and more intense.

He shifts his metal hand to the small of her back and pulls her in tighter, laying his other forearm along her spine and sliding his fingers up into her hair, lightly gripping the base of her skull. His hips rock up and he smiles at her, sliding his pinky and ring finger down to rub at the tight ring of muscle above her cunt, if only to add to her pleasure, and to be touching her everywhere.

"I have exactly what I want," Bucky tells her, looking her right in the eye for a moment before kissing her on the mouth, biting gently at her bottom lip. "I've wanted this. I want you so badly, Sylvie."

[the_variant]

Those words ought to make her nervous, but maybe she's just so overwhelmed by pleasure that she can't focus on it for long. She's wanted him, too, since even before that first night together and things had become complicated, confusing, and they finally feel as if they've worked themselves out.

They're here and she can be with him, but she can be with Loki, too. She can love him and still want this.

And everything feels okay.

"Fuck," she says on a harsh exhale, rolling her hips into his touch, riding his cock, her breath pulling out of her in another gasp as they kiss.

[semi_stable]

Bucky is so close, teeth gritting together as the pleasure at the base of his spine grows into something white hot and barely containable, but he wants to come with Sylvie. He wants to make her feel good, over and over, so he pushes himself up and lays her back on the bed, leaning over her and grabbing her thigh as he fucks her with hard, deep thrusts, hips snapping as he buries his cock inside of her again and again.

“I want you to come again,” he tells her breathlessly, staring down at her as he moves his good hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit and giving it a gentle pinch between his thumb and forefinger, grunting as he presses his metal hand into the bed next to her head. “One more for me.”

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That he isn't afraid of moving her, manhandling her, as it were, only makes it all feel better for Sylvie. She bites down on her lower lip as Bucky gets her flat on her back again, her fingers curving over his ass, holding onto him as he fucks into her.

She's lost count of how many times she's come tonight and while it's hardly a competition or an attempt to reach the highest number of orgasms, she has to think it's rather impressive. Her body feels wonderfully wrung out already and yet she knows she has another in her, especially with the way his cock feels, his fingers on her clit.

"Just for you," she manages to tease just before her orgasm hits her, almost unexpectedly. Her back arches and she comes with a gasp, clinging to Bucky.

[semi_stable]

The words make Bucky groan and thrust a little harder, fucking her through her orgasm with deep rolls of his hips. She isn’t all his, and he knows that. He’s fine with that. He has no desire to own her or control her, none at all, but right here in this moment, she’s his.

He’s the one making her feel like this, making her body twitch and tremble with pleasure, making her gasp like the sound has been pulled out of her. This orgasm really is all for him, coaxed out of her with his cock and his hands, and he grits his teeth to try and hold back, to make it last, but her cunt pulsing around his bare cock proves to be too much.

Bucky comes with a strangled cry, spilling even more of his come into her body. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the sensation, or be able to explain why it’s so deeply arousing, but he’s grateful for it. He stays there, buried deep inside of her, and goes limp on top of her, knowing that she can take his weight.

“We’re really good at this,” he pants out against her ear, chuckling as he presses a kiss just below it.

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She can feel it, the shuddering of his muscles, the pulsing of his cock, the warmth that floods out of her after flooding into her. She can feel Bucky's come sticky against the inside of her thighs, dripping down toward the bed, making a complete mess, and she moans softly, shivering beneath him.

When he collapses on top of her, her arms loop around him, holding him close. She trails fingers down his sweaty back, a lighter touch than she's offered at perhaps any other time, and she turns her head to press her lips to the skin of his cheek, then his jaw.

"We are very good at this," she agrees with a soft, rough sounding laugh.

[semi_stable]

Bucky hums in agreement, eyes closing at the feeling of Sylvie's lips pressing softly to his skin. After a few quiet moments, Bucky kisses the top of her shoulder as he gently pulls out of her, rolling onto his back next to her and huffing out a cleansing breath.

Unlike the last time they did this, Bucky feels no desire to get up and leave before things can get awkward. This is his apartment, for one, but things are different this time. This is more than just sex, more than just blowing off steam.

"I think you might have actually worn me out," he admits with a laugh, turning onto his side and loosely curling an arm around her waist, nosing at her shoulder.

[the_variant]

"Good," she says, her tone smug. "You're exhausting most of the time."

Her tone is fond, her hand on his arm gentle. She's making no effort to get up and take herself home, even though she thinks she might sooner or later. It isn't that she doesn't want to be here, but she isn't sure what Bucky expects, if he's waiting for her to leave, uncomfortable with sharing his space.

Something has changed tonight, she's just not sure the extent of it.

[semi_stable]

"How do you even put up with me?" Bucky drawls out in response to her teasing, smiling as he holds her. She doesn't try to get up but she isn't entirely relaxed, and for a moment he isn't sure what to do. But they've been honest with each other tonight, so he doesn't see a reason to try and hold himself back.

"I would like it if you stayed the night," he says after a moment, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her jaw. "But I would understand if you'd rather be in your own space. I know it's a lot. I-- yeah, I can't even remember when I slept next to another person."

[the_variant]

"You don't want me to leave?" she asks. This is a difficult question to ask, one that makes her wary and vulnerable, like he might suddenly take it all back and tell her he doesn't want her to stay.

Slowly, every so slowly, she's learning how to step out of her comfort zone with Loki and now with Bucky. It won't be easy, but she's trying.

[semi_stable]

The vulnerable tone to the question resonates with him, like his own feelings have been reflected back at him, which is something that seems to happen often with Sylvie. They're so alike in some ways, so different in others, but they get each other.

"No," he says with quiet conviction, shifting up onto his metal so he can look down at her, resting his good hand against the center of her chest, thumb sweeping back and forth as he smiles down at her, hair spilling over his forehead. "I really don't want you to leave. I want to get you breakfast."

[the_variant]

She doesn't quite smile, but something changes in her eyes and Sylvie nods. "Then I'll stay." She wants to. It isn't only that she's staying for him, but because she doesn't want to leave. She's comfortable and content and she's had a lovely night.

She doesn't want to go.

"But now you've built up the expectations," she continues, finally breaking into a smile. "I'm going to expect this breakfast be impressive."