'til the end of the line

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.