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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.”