Both, she thinks. Everything. She needs to be patient, this can’t all happen at once, and they have time. This one night doesn’t have to be all or nothing and Sylvie reminds herself of that as she tilts her head back slightly to look at Bucky.

Her lips curve, her eyes bright with want.

“Hard,” she says. “See if you can make me feel it tomorrow.”

They’re both strong, much stronger than the average person. She won’t break him and he won’t break her, which means they can let go, they can take and give what they want, fucking and rolling around and maybe at some point, slowly and sweetly having sex. It can be all these things.