“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.