for sylvie

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[From here.]


“Yes, an actual bed,” Bucky says with a genuine laugh of his own, spurred on by lovely sound of Sylvie’s own laughter. He finds himself wanting to make her laugh again and again.

They get dressed and the blanket disappears back from wherever it came, and the walk back to Bucky’s building is pleasant and calm, even if he does feel anticipation rising in his belly. Sometimes she makes him feel as if he’s on fire, her and Loki both. He hasn’t felt like this since he was just a dumb kid whose only concern was trying to figure out which girl at the dance hall might let him under her skirt.

Once they make it into the building and inside the elevator, Bucky hits the button for his floor and then stands next to her with his hands behind his back, trying not to touch her, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants to so much that he’s afraid that he won’t be able to stop once he does.

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Sylvie wastes no time, doesn’t tease, simply climbs astride his lap and sits on his cock, sheathing it inside of her body with one swift motion. Bucky grunts and grabs at her hips, flaring out from a narrow waist. Her breasts are perfect, big and round with the pinkest nipples that Bucky has ever seen, and he wants so badly to pull one of them into his mouth, but then she’s kissing him and it’s even better. She licks at his tongue, at his lips, and he realizes that she’s tasting herself, eagerly chasing it, and it’s so hot that Bucky nearly comes right there.

Thankfully, he manages to hold himself back, because he isn’t ready for this to be over yet. While Sylvie bounces on his cock, grinding herself down against his hips, Bucky cups her tits in both hands and squeezes, pinching and tugging at her nipples before dropping his hands to her waist again.

As strong and powerful as Sylvie is, she’s still very light, so Bucky is able to lift her as if she weighed nothing at at all, holding her for a moment with just the head of his cock held in her cunt, and then dragging her back down hard onto it, burying himself as deep into her body as he can. “Fuck, Sylvie, you feel so good.”

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For much of her life, sex has been rushed. It hasn't all been bad, Sylvie sees no point in bothering with sex if it's not enjoyable, but it's always been rushed out of necessity. There simply hadn't been the time or the space to be loud, to allow herself to be distracted from her safety. Everything was for the sake of getting off and nothing else.

It's different here.

Bucky touches her, kisses her, he moans, breathless, and compliments her. She braces herself against his stomach, both her hands splayed, and she gasps as he lifts her, then drags her back down. Their bodies are dragging together and she curls her nails under, scratching against his skin.

"Do what you want," she tells him, a level of trust allowed to almost no one. "What do you want?"

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The words, and what she gives Bucky with them, makes him shiver with pleasure and he groans, head tipping back against the headboard. Her nails bite at his skin, adding the slightest edge of pain that only seems to add to everything else, making it brighter and more intense.

He shifts his metal hand to the small of her back and pulls her in tighter, laying his other forearm along her spine and sliding his fingers up into her hair, lightly gripping the base of her skull. His hips rock up and he smiles at her, sliding his pinky and ring finger down to rub at the tight ring of muscle above her cunt, if only to add to her pleasure, and to be touching her everywhere.

"I have exactly what I want," Bucky tells her, looking her right in the eye for a moment before kissing her on the mouth, biting gently at her bottom lip. "I've wanted this. I want you so badly, Sylvie."

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Those words ought to make her nervous, but maybe she's just so overwhelmed by pleasure that she can't focus on it for long. She's wanted him, too, since even before that first night together and things had become complicated, confusing, and they finally feel as if they've worked themselves out.

They're here and she can be with him, but she can be with Loki, too. She can love him and still want this.

And everything feels okay.

"Fuck," she says on a harsh exhale, rolling her hips into his touch, riding his cock, her breath pulling out of her in another gasp as they kiss.

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Bucky is so close, teeth gritting together as the pleasure at the base of his spine grows into something white hot and barely containable, but he wants to come with Sylvie. He wants to make her feel good, over and over, so he pushes himself up and lays her back on the bed, leaning over her and grabbing her thigh as he fucks her with hard, deep thrusts, hips snapping as he buries his cock inside of her again and again.

“I want you to come again,” he tells her breathlessly, staring down at her as he moves his good hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit and giving it a gentle pinch between his thumb and forefinger, grunting as he presses his metal hand into the bed next to her head. “One more for me.”

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That he isn't afraid of moving her, manhandling her, as it were, only makes it all feel better for Sylvie. She bites down on her lower lip as Bucky gets her flat on her back again, her fingers curving over his ass, holding onto him as he fucks into her.

She's lost count of how many times she's come tonight and while it's hardly a competition or an attempt to reach the highest number of orgasms, she has to think it's rather impressive. Her body feels wonderfully wrung out already and yet she knows she has another in her, especially with the way his cock feels, his fingers on her clit.

"Just for you," she manages to tease just before her orgasm hits her, almost unexpectedly. Her back arches and she comes with a gasp, clinging to Bucky.

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The words make Bucky groan and thrust a little harder, fucking her through her orgasm with deep rolls of his hips. She isn’t all his, and he knows that. He’s fine with that. He has no desire to own her or control her, none at all, but right here in this moment, she’s his.

He’s the one making her feel like this, making her body twitch and tremble with pleasure, making her gasp like the sound has been pulled out of her. This orgasm really is all for him, coaxed out of her with his cock and his hands, and he grits his teeth to try and hold back, to make it last, but her cunt pulsing around his bare cock proves to be too much.

Bucky comes with a strangled cry, spilling even more of his come into her body. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the sensation, or be able to explain why it’s so deeply arousing, but he’s grateful for it. He stays there, buried deep inside of her, and goes limp on top of her, knowing that she can take his weight.

“We’re really good at this,” he pants out against her ear, chuckling as he presses a kiss just below it.

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She can feel it, the shuddering of his muscles, the pulsing of his cock, the warmth that floods out of her after flooding into her. She can feel Bucky's come sticky against the inside of her thighs, dripping down toward the bed, making a complete mess, and she moans softly, shivering beneath him.

When he collapses on top of her, her arms loop around him, holding him close. She trails fingers down his sweaty back, a lighter touch than she's offered at perhaps any other time, and she turns her head to press her lips to the skin of his cheek, then his jaw.

"We are very good at this," she agrees with a soft, rough sounding laugh.

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Bucky hums in agreement, eyes closing at the feeling of Sylvie's lips pressing softly to his skin. After a few quiet moments, Bucky kisses the top of her shoulder as he gently pulls out of her, rolling onto his back next to her and huffing out a cleansing breath.

Unlike the last time they did this, Bucky feels no desire to get up and leave before things can get awkward. This is his apartment, for one, but things are different this time. This is more than just sex, more than just blowing off steam.

"I think you might have actually worn me out," he admits with a laugh, turning onto his side and loosely curling an arm around her waist, nosing at her shoulder.

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"Good," she says, her tone smug. "You're exhausting most of the time."

Her tone is fond, her hand on his arm gentle. She's making no effort to get up and take herself home, even though she thinks she might sooner or later. It isn't that she doesn't want to be here, but she isn't sure what Bucky expects, if he's waiting for her to leave, uncomfortable with sharing his space.

Something has changed tonight, she's just not sure the extent of it.

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"How do you even put up with me?" Bucky drawls out in response to her teasing, smiling as he holds her. She doesn't try to get up but she isn't entirely relaxed, and for a moment he isn't sure what to do. But they've been honest with each other tonight, so he doesn't see a reason to try and hold himself back.

"I would like it if you stayed the night," he says after a moment, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her jaw. "But I would understand if you'd rather be in your own space. I know it's a lot. I-- yeah, I can't even remember when I slept next to another person."

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"You don't want me to leave?" she asks. This is a difficult question to ask, one that makes her wary and vulnerable, like he might suddenly take it all back and tell her he doesn't want her to stay.

Slowly, every so slowly, she's learning how to step out of her comfort zone with Loki and now with Bucky. It won't be easy, but she's trying.

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The vulnerable tone to the question resonates with him, like his own feelings have been reflected back at him, which is something that seems to happen often with Sylvie. They're so alike in some ways, so different in others, but they get each other.

"No," he says with quiet conviction, shifting up onto his metal so he can look down at her, resting his good hand against the center of her chest, thumb sweeping back and forth as he smiles down at her, hair spilling over his forehead. "I really don't want you to leave. I want to get you breakfast."

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She doesn't quite smile, but something changes in her eyes and Sylvie nods. "Then I'll stay." She wants to. It isn't only that she's staying for him, but because she doesn't want to leave. She's comfortable and content and she's had a lovely night.

She doesn't want to go.

"But now you've built up the expectations," she continues, finally breaking into a smile. "I'm going to expect this breakfast be impressive."