'til the end of the line

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.”