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."