semi_stable | for sylvie

"And who am I to deny her?" Bucky asks in a playful drawl, shifting easily onto his back and putting his metal arm up under his head as the other one curls around her back. His hand strokes slowly up and down the curve of her hip, watching her face as she touches him.

It's a peaceful moment, something that could only be called afterglow if they were made to put a name to it. He hopes that it lasts, because it's rare that he's so relaxed. While he wouldn't presume to know Sylvie's mind, he thinks that she looks relaxed, too. They bring each other peace, even if only for a little while at a time.

"I left bruises," he murmurs once he notices the deep red marks on her hip, smudges in the shape of fingertips. They'll probably heal before turning purple, but he still lightly drags the pads of his fingers over them, apologetic and intrigued all at once.

She's a god, and he knows that it's a stupid question before he asks it, but he can't seem to help himself. Even though he rationally knows the answer, he feels like he needs to hear her say it, so he asks it quietly and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Sylvie glances down at her hip, surprised by the smudges of bruises on her skin. There aren’t many people who could do such a thing and when she looks back up at Bucky, she has one eyebrow arched, almost impressed.

“No,” she says. “You didn’t. I’m surprised you think I’d mind if you did.”

It’s nice to think they might be gentle with one another from time to time, but it’s just as nice to think they can be as rough as they want. That hurting each other isn’t likely at all.

“No, it’s not that,” Bucky tells her, biting his lip as he searches for the words to explain what he’s feeling. He doesn’t want her to think that he thinks she’s delicate, or that he didn’t greatly enjoy what they just did together.

“I just— I wanted to be sure,” he explains quietly, resting his hand over the marks and and not quite meeting her eye. “All I did for a very long time was hurt people against my will. Sometimes I worry, I guess.”

And then he chuckles and shifts his arm to hide his face with his metal hand for a moment, slightly embarrassed and shaking his head.

“The last thing I would want to do is hurt you,” he says as he lifts his hand to cup Sylvie’s face, stroking his metal thumb softly across her chin. “So I hope you’ll indulge me if I need to check in sometimes when things get intense. Just to make sure.”

He smiles like he knows that he’s being ridiculous and touches his thumb to the dip below her lower lip. “Even though you’re a god.”

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The worst part, for all she doesn’t want to admit it, is that he can hurt her now. Not physically, or even if he did, she doesn’t think she would mind it much, but Bucky has seen the vulnerable parts of her, the places where she hides her fears. Having seen into her so plainly, he has the ability to destroy her.

What she hopes is, despite having the ammunition now, the ability, he doesn’t have to capacity for it.

“I suppose I can indulge you,” she says, then pushes up on her arm, rolling over Bucky’s hips, straddling him and then leaning down to rest her crossed forearms on his chest. She stretches languidly, like a cat, then settles her chin on her folded arms, looking at him.

“But trust me, if you hurt me, you’ll bloody well know it.”

"I do appreciate it," Bucky says in a dry tone, but it's sincere. As she settles on top of him, he reaches back to shove a pillow under his head, propping himself up a bit and smiling at her.

"It's probably odd that I find that very reassuring," he teases, chuckling softly as he reaches up to sweep a fallen curl out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and then cupping her cheek, gazing up at her.

"I have no desire to hurt you," he assures her in a more sincere tone, and then he lets his smile go a little bit sly as he thumbs gently at the corner of her mouth. "Other than in hot ways that we both enjoy, of course. It sounds like we're in agreement."

There are truly cruel people in the world, people who desire causing pain, and in some ways, Sylvie has been one of them. She doesn’t believe Bucky is. But wanting to cause pain isn’t always at the root of it.

She doesn’t say so, though. They both know it, they’ve both lived long enough to have experienced it. There’s no reason to reiterate what they already know.

“Funnily enough, I think we’re in agreement on a great number of things,” she says, then kisses his chest.

"We do seem to be, don't we?" Bucky asks quietly, expression softening as she presses a kiss to his skin. One of those things is obviously Loki, and Bucky finds himself a little stunned that they can be here like this, naked and lingering in afterglow, and it's okay. This isn't wrong, isn't hurting anyone, and it's such a relief.

"I didn't really know that it could be like this," he admits after a moment, sliding drawing his fingertips up Sylvie's back and over her shoulder. "I only ever really got one view of relationships, you know? I thought there were all these rules."

He hopes that he doesn't scare her with that R word, because he isn't trying to define what this is. His whole point is that he's glad to have had his expectations shattered. "But like everything else, humans just make it unnecessarily complicated, I guess."

The word does make her nervous, a little, but that has nothing to do with Bucky and everything to do with her own fears. Everyone she had any sort of relationship with had torn away by the TVA and some small part of her is still waiting for the day they find their way here to tear it all away again.

She’s seen Loki die by their hands once already, she’s not prepared to do that again, nor does she want them to lay their hands on Bucky. Somehow, though, she does a good job of not letting any of that show. Instead she merely shrugs.

“I didn’t know there weren’t,” she says. “Or that there didn’t have to be. No one I’ve been with had ever stayed alive long enough for us to have to think about it.”

Bucky knows that the last thing that Sylvie would want is pity, and while that isn’t what he feels, he does ache for her. He knows a little of what it’s like to go from battle to battle for years and years, to be all alone, but she went through so much worse, for so much longer.

“I think if the TVA could get to this place, they would have already razed it to the ground. Everyone here is a walking anomaly,” he says quietly, because it’s not hard to guess what she’s thinking.

“We don’t have to think about it now, either.” He lifts his hand to her face, fingers sinking into her soft hair as he brushes it back. Bucky will think about it very much later, he’s sure, but for now he’s content. “It’s just very new to me, is all. It never occurred to me as a possibility.”

"It never occurred to you that you'd have the opportunity to fuck not one, but two gods?" she asks, clearly teasing. "I would say you've been aiming low, in that case."

None of this ever occurred to her either. For so long, the only thing Sylvie has cared about is revenge, finding the people who took her world and taking everything she can from them. Meeting Loki was a shock that knocked the entire trajectory of her life off balance. Coming to Darrow had only thrown it off course further and now there's Bucky, nudging it along even more.

"And what do you get? A broke guy from Brooklyn," Bucky replies with a laugh, gently pulling his fingers through her hair and stroking his fingertips along her jaw, happy just to look at her.

"But I'm good in bed, so that's a plus," he jokes, chuckling as he lifts his head to kiss her. "And I have a cute dog."

"Mm, yes, clearly your cock and the dog are the only things you have going for you," she agrees, idly stroking her fingertips over his chest. Her fingers curl under, scratching her nails against his skin, catching his nipple seemingly without intent, but the glint in her eye says otherwise.

She sits up on Bucky's hips, rocking her own slightly as she does.

"I think you know well enough by now to agree I wouldn't waste my time with someone I didn't think had more to offer than that," she points out. "It would have stayed as one night and we would never have been friends."

"They're two of my best features," Bucky jokes, biting his lip and playfully narrowing his eyes at her as her nails rake over his nipple, sending a small zap of pleasure through him. She sits up astride his hips, rocking against his half-hard cock, and he lets out a low groan. "You're a menace."

His hands go to her hips, palms pressing into the dark pink smudges he left on her skin, and smiles almost bashfully as she speaks. It's actually a very sweet thing to say, coming from Sylvie, and while Bucky didn't actually think that's why she's here, it's still nice to hear it.

"We're friends first, right?" Bucky asks easily, even as his hands slide around to grab at her shapely ass, breath hitching she rocks down against him again. "Friends and something else, too."

While she had been the one to use the word first, it still startles Sylvie a little to hear Bucky call her a friend. Before the TVA, before meeting Loki and Mobius, she hadn't had friends. People she used, people she fucked occasionally through the years, but friends hadn't been something she could afford.

Friendships were dangerous. Real relationships were dangerous. She's trying, though, to let it happen.

"We are," she agrees, only a little cautious. Her hands splay on Bucky's lower abdomen, feeling hard muscle and smooth skin beneath her palms. "Friends and... something else."

“Something else,” he repeats, because while he’s fine with not putting a label on this, it’s important. Sylvie is free to sleep with him and Loki and whoever else she wants, but this isn’t just sex. He cares for her, but he doesn’t feel a need to define anything. That would just complicate things.

When they’re together, he feels good about it. He likes being with her, likes how she makes him feel, and that is what’s important.

“Friendship has its perks,” he teases with a low chuckle, lifting his head to watch where she’s rocking against him, flushing when he realizes that his come is leaking out of her and onto his cock, making a mess of them both. The sight of it feels obscene in a way that makes him swallow hard, biting his lip as he reaches down to use his thumb to wipe away a slick, pearly smear at the crease of her thigh.

“I’ve never actually come inside of a woman before,” he says almost dazedly, sliding his thumb through the delicate pink folds of her cunt, gathering come and pressing it back inside of her. He looks up at her almost bashfully, feeling grateful that with her, he feels free to explore a little more, to give into wilder urges that might not have gone over as well when he was younger.

He slides his thumb free and brings it up his mouth as he lifts his gaze to Sylvie’s face, watching her as he licks the pad of it clean. “We taste good.”

“Happy to be your first,” she teases, even as her breath quickens a little at the thought, at the press of his thumb inside of her again. The first woman he’s come inside, Loki likely the first man he’ll allow to fuck him, which she feels rather certain hasn’t happened yet.

She thinks she would like to be there for that. To watch. To help.

The mere thought of it makes heat pulse straight into her cunt, punctuated by the way he licks his thumb, the pink swipe of his tongue against skin. She wants that tongue on her again, but even more than that, she wants to feel him in her mouth.

“It’s unfair,” she answers, pushing against his stomach to slide back on his thighs. “That you’re getting to taste us and I haven’t yet.”

"You were the first person to fuck me in over seventy years. You set a very high bar," Bucky murmurs with a low chuckle, eyes darkening as he stares up at her. It feels insane that she can get him going again, like he's fifteen and just discovered what sex is. It feels like she's lit a fire inside of him, like she woke some part of him up, and he'll always be grateful to her for that.

He's still staring at her as she starts to slide back and his brows furrow a little until her words register and his eyes widen a bit, cock jerking just at the thought of having her mouth on him. He wants to assure her that she doesn't have to, but he knows that it's unnecessary. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be offering, and Bucky is relieved that he doesn't have to worry.

"Fuck," he breathes out instead, not bothering to try and hide the effect she has on him. As much as he wants that, he thinks about her cunt, still slick with his come, and he swallows hard. "I've never-- could we do it at the same time? You could turn around so I could put my mouth on you, too."

Every time Bucky suggests something she might not have expected, it makes some part of Sylvie shiver with pride. He says she’s set a high bar, which she thinks is a little funny, but all the same, she knows she was the first in a long time and she thinks she can take a little credit for waking something up.

Her lips curve into a smile, one bordering on wicked, and she slips further down Bucky’s legs, pressing her hips down to drag her cunt along his thigh just for the friction. Then she drops her head, kisses his hip, drags her tongue along the skin just below his bellybutton, then sits up again.

“I like that idea,” she says before she swings one leg off him. Turning, Sylvie first seats herself backward on Bucky’s lap, rolling her hips, his cock against her, then she lifts her hips again and slowly pushes herself backward.

She sort of wants him to grab her, drag her exactly where he wants her, even as she slides her hands up his thighs.

Sylvie says nothing and continues down his body, and Bucky has to wonder if his suggestion came off as foolish, or perhaps too eager. Her expression says otherwise, and he finds himself relieved when she gets up to turn around, grinding against his once again very interested cock.

She’s teasing him and Bucky has to resist the urge to grab her hips and push inside of her just like this. He takes a breath and watches as she moves back towards his face, staring hungrily at the her cunt as he props himself up onto his elbows. There’s a pearly dribble of his come there, sliding slowly down along one fold, and the sight of it sends a shock of pleasure through him.

He feels flushed by how much it aroused him, and maybe just a little shame, like the first time he got aroused by the sight of a man’s body, or the first time Loki kissed him with Bucky’s come still on his tongue. But just because it’s filthy doesn’t mean that he’s bad for wanting it. This is one of the things that they’re teaching him.

Sylvie is moving at a snail’s pace, swaying her lips like a mouse taunting a cat, and it’s transparent even to Bucky what she wants. He brings his hands down on her hips hard enough for them to hear a light slap and then drags her back as if she were weightless, putting his elbows at the insides of her knees to push them further apart.

This has her straddling his face and Bucky wastes no time in dragging his tongue up through the core of her, following that trail of his come and pushing it back inside of her with his tongue, tasting his salty bitterness and her sweetness all at once.

No one pushes Sylvie around. No one has for a very long time and while she's not likely to give up power, even in the bedroom, the way Bucky grabs her and drags her exactly like she'd been craving sends a hot pulse of arousal through her. She drags her nails up his thighs as he does, letting her thighs spread wider, knees pressed into the bed on either side of Bucky's face.

Even as she wraps her fingers around the base of his cock, he's already licking her, dragging his tongue along her cunt, tasting himself on her skin, another thought that makes her shiver with pleasure.

A sharp gasp slips out, then a moan, then she's parting her lips and dragging her tongue up the length of Bucky's cock. It's the first time she's done so, she realizes, the first time she'll have had him in her mouth, and she plans on making sure he doesn't forget it.

The sound that Sylvie makes gives him almost as much pleasure as her tongue dragging eagerly up his cock. He groans against her cunt, knees bending as he spreads his thighs. For a moment, it's nearly sensory overload-- the tip of her tongue pressing at the head of his cock, her taste in his mouth, her smell all around her, the heat coming off of her cunt. Bucky has to pull away to take a ragged breath, grunting and turning to bite at the inside of her thigh.

"Fuck, Sylvie," he gasps out, squeezing at her hips as he lifts his head to drag his tongue over her clit, sucking at the hood of it as his nose presses in against her cunt. For a moment it feels like he's drowning in her, but he's more than willing to let himself sink.

His cock sinks into her mouth and Bucky lets out a low moan against her, cock twitching when he realizes that they're tasting themselves on each other. It's unreasonably hot and Bucky slides his hands around to Sylvie's ass, grabbing her cheeks and spreading her open as he presses his tongue as deeply into her as he can, face pressed eagerly into her cunt.

She likes that, the bite of teeth against the meat of her thigh, and she moans around him, one hand on the base of his cock, the other slipping between his legs to cup his balls. He's never been anything but wonderfully enthusiastic and this is no different, the way he sinks into her, licking and sucking, and she knows if she were to push her hips back just slightly, sink down on him, he'd be able to taste and smell and see nothing but her.

For now she sets herself to the task of his beautiful cock, licking down the length of him again before using her tongue to tease at the head. He tastes amazing, beneath the taste of herself on him, the skin velvety soft, burning hot to the touch, and she sinks her head down again, taking him deep, then deeper still.

The way Bucky grabs at her, spreading her wider, is pulls another long moan from her, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she tugs gently at his balls.

It's obvious that Sylvie likes it when he's a little bit rough, and maybe it's because no one else has ever dared to handle her this way. The only reason Bucky does is because she lets him, because she wants him to, so he grips the front of her thighs and momentarily lifts her off of the bed as he presses his face against her, dragging his tongue through the folds of her cunt, over her hole and then higher still, over the tight curl of muscle above it.

Her knees settle back down on either side of her head and Bucky's mouth closes over her clit as he shifts his good hand so he can press two fingers inside of her. They sink in just as his cock nudges at the back of her throat, and they moan in tandem.

If Loki were here, he thinks suddenly, it would be so easy for him to get on his knees behind her, to fuck her while Bucky's face was pressed so intimately between them. He groans at the thought, hips jerking when Sylvie swallows around his cock, and then start to fuck her hard with two fingers, twisting and pressing in deep as he flicks his tongue against her clit, trying to drive her to dizzying heights of pleasure.

It might be difficult for some to focus on the task at hand while Bucky has his mouth on them, his fingers inside of them, but Sylvie finds she can concentrate just fine. While what he's doing makes her shudder with pleasure, heat licking through her, her hips rocking against his face, she's never gone down on him before. It's rather easy, she thinks, to pour nearly all her attention into sucking his cock.

She pulls back, licking the head of his cock again, dragging her tongue around it, then sinks back down. Following her mouth with her hand, Sylvie's head begins to bob, slowly at first, taking Bucky deeper before backing off again, enough to suck just the head of his cock.

With her elbow braced on the bed, she strokes his balls at the same time, sinking onto his cock, swallowing around him, fingertips sneaking back further, behind his balls, stroking against the ring of muscle between his cheeks.

Sylvie might be able to concentrate, but Bucky finds himself struggling. She sucks him so eagerly, enthusiastically, tugging at his balls as she swallows around the head of his cock, and Bucky's head falls back to the bed as he lets out a soft cry of pleasure. And then her fingers move, rubbing deliberately at his hole, sending even more pleasure through him.

"You can put your fingers in me if you want," he pants out, cock twitching against her tongue as he pushes his fingers into Sylvie again, as deep as they can go, thumb sliding up over her clit. There is no hesitation, no nervousness, because he trusts her enough to let her inside of him, to make him feel good.

After letting out another grunt, he lifts his head and spreads his fingers a little inside of her, licking between them and then pulling them out to replace them with his tongue, pressing it into her as he drags his knuckles lightly back and forth over her clit, pinching it lightly between knuckle and thumb.

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