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’s breath hitches as Bucky’s mouth drags across her ankle and he files that information away with all the other things that he’s learned about her, all the things that she likes, that make her feel good, that might make her happy.

“Your knees,” Bucky repeats, feeling a little winded by the image this presents in his head— her on her hands and knees with Bucky behind her, fucking into her. Just the thought is enough to make his cock twitch as he pushes his pants and underwear down to step out of them, leaving him naked aside from his ever present dog tags. “Okay.”

He leans over her to pull down her underwear, pausing to drag the backs of his metal fingertips lightly down the inside of her thigh before he climbs onto the bed on his knees, waiting for her to position herself with one hand around his cock, smiling in a way what’s somehow smug and shy all at once. “And I’ll come inside of you this time, if you want me to.”

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For a moment, she doesn’t move, just lies there, propped up slightly on her arms, in order to watch him undress. He’s a spectacularly attractive man, thick with muscle in the right places, narrow through his hips, his cock a lovely place to pause and allow her gaze to linger for a moment. The simple sight of him like his, naked, aroused, flushed with want, it’s enough that Sylvie feels herself growing wetter and she squeezes her thighs together for that delicious bit of pressure it provides.

Still without speaking, without answering the unasked question in his words, she moves forward, gets onto her knees so she can come up to his level and kiss him. She lingers there, lips brushing his, her fingers finding his cock and wrapping around him for a few lazy strokes.

“I do want you to,” she answers, lips still on his. “I want to feel you later.”

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Bucky is aware that he’s attractive. He’s known since he was young and he started getting sideways glances from girls and women, and even a few men, though they would both always try to ignore it. He knows it, but it’s not something he thinks about too often, at least not in recent decades.

But Sylvie looks at him like he’s something spectacular and Bucky likes how it feels to have her eyes on him like that, practically alight with approval.

She gets up on her knees to kiss him and Bucky cups her face in his hands, thumbing at her jaw and gasping softly against her mouth when her fingers wrap around him unexpectedly. His cock twitches in her loose grasp and he touches his forehead to hers, glancing down to watch, though he has to squeeze his eyes shut at the flare of arousal her words send through him.

“Yeah?” He asks against her mouth, resting his metal hand on her hip as the other reaches down between her legs, fingertips rubbing softly at her clit as she strokes him. Somehow it’s hot enough to nearly drive him mad, these exploratory touches while they share the air between their mouths, lips brushing, and he groans again at the thought of spilling inside of her, cheeks flushing at the thoughts that come to mind. “I like the thought of that, my come inside you even when I’m not around.”

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“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.

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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.”

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She wishes she could say she hadn't expected anything else, that she was certain Bucky would simply wrap his arms around her and slide up behind her like he has, but a part of her hadn't entirely believed it. A part of her might never believe it, might never be relaxed enough to think this won't all be torn from her in an instant, either when someone turns on her or by the TVA when they inevitably track her down.

They've taken everything and she can't believe this, and Loki, won't also be taken from her eventually.

But for now, she has this. And as Bucky's cock presses into her, as he loops his arms around her and holds her against his chest, she simply tilts her head back toward his shoulder and allows herself, if not to believe it will last, then to at least believe it's real for now.

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She's quiet, but that doesn't really surprise Bucky. It's a lot, not just for her but for him, too. Her head rests against his shoulder and Bucky raises his hand to curl it loosely around her throat, thumbing at her jaw before gliding it slowly down her body, down between her breasts and over the curve of her ribs, down the flat of of her stomach and past her navel.

"You feel so good," he says against her ear, and maybe it's corny, maybe she'll roll her eyes at him, but he knows how he reacts to sweetness and praise. Even if he'd never admit it. Maybe she's like him in that way, too. "God, so good, Sylvie."

Like this, stretched out against Bucky, there is little she can do but just let herself be fucked, and Bucky encourages her to relax into it, murmuring against her ear and pressing kisses to her jaw and the side of her face as his hand slides lower. His fingers comb through the soft hair between her legs and then down further, circling her clit with the pad of his middle finger, applying direct pressure every few strokes.

"I'm right here," he says quietly, shifting the angle of his hips until he finds that the spot inside of her that makes her clench down around him, groaning as he strikes it again and again, doing his best to bring her to dizzying heights of pleasure. "I'm not letting go."

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When he had asked how she wanted it, when she told him on her knees, this hadn’t been what she’d meant, yet now that he’s wrapped around her, now that he seems to be touching her everywhere at once, she’s glad she had stayed upright. At least at first.

It’s intimate, something she doesn’t allow herself most of the time, sees the danger in it even now. But it feels so good, not just his cock inside her or the fingers rubbing against her clit. It’s the closeness of his body, his chest against her back, the way the cradle of his hips fits against her ass. She won’t be able to stay like this for long, but for the moment, as she lifts one arm and reaches back, fingers tangling in his hair, it’s perfect.

“God,” she all but whispers when the angle changes and finally she needs to shift away. Bending at her hips, she drops her hands down to the mattress, head hanging, curls in her face, and tilts her hips up and back to give Bucky a better angle. “Hold my hips,” she tells him, shivering as she presses back onto his cock.

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Sylvie's arm comes up, fingers burying in his thick hair, and Bucky turns his head to kiss at the inside of her arm, dragging his tongue along her soft skin to follow a bead of sweat. When she pulls away to fall forward, Bucky has to resist the urge to pull her back against him, but he understands how it can feel like too much, too intense.

She falls forward and Bucky follows only to sweep her hair away from her face, sliding his hand down her back to grab at her hips as instructed, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise. He stares at the long line of her back and the salacious tilt of her hips, watching as his cock slides nearly all the way out of her and plunges back in slowly.

"Do you want it hard or slow?" Bucky asks raggedly, rocking back until just the head of his cock rests inside of her body, waiting for her answer.

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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.

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Sylvie turns his head to look at him, eyes shining as she delivers him a clear challenge with a wicked smile, and Bucky feels heat flare up his spine as he gives her a wild grin in return. Knowing that he won't have to hold back nearly overwhelms him with need, and also with a certain sort of fondness.

"As you wish," he replies, sliding his metal hand up her back to curl around her shoulder, holding her in place as he pulls his hips back and slams them forward again, crashing their bodies together with more force than he's ever dared before. The sound of it nearly surprises him and he pauses, eyes wide as he waits to see if it was too much, but Sylvie is a god. She is stronger than he'll ever be and, secure in the knowledge of both that and the fact that she'll stop him if he loses himself, he gives in, fucking into her at a brutal pace that can only happen because of the level of trust and caring between them. He can let himself go, give into the animal inside of him, knowing he'll have someone to catch him on the other side of it.

"Will you feel me?" Bucky pants out, tightening his vibranium grip on her shoulder as he presses on her lower back with his other hand, changing the angle of his hips so he can strike her g-spot again and again. "Fuck, Sylvie."

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"I think you're proving yourself up to the task," she answers, breathless, but her tone somehow still smug. She's aching wonderfully, the muscles of her thighs and her backside sore from both Bucky's thrusts and the way on which she tenses them, sending bolts of heat through her. Her cunt is swollen, flushed, as she shoves herself back against him, meeting his thrusts, gasping when he changes the angle of his hips again.

Her weight shifts onto one hand and she reaches down her body, her fingers circling her clit as Bucky fucks into her from behind. This is reminiscent in ways of the first night they'd spent together all those months ago, though without the implication one of them will be forced to leave at the end of it. If she wants to stay, she knows he'll let her.

"I'm close," she warns him, knowing he'll want her to come first, knowing he'll want to feel that. Her fingers move more insistently against her clit as she drops her head, breasts bouncing with every breath, every thrust.

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Sylvie's tone is smug and breathless all at once, but Bucky can't help but to feel a little smug himself. Her pale skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, rocking back against his cock in a needy sort of way, and Bucky groans as she shifts her weight to reach between her legs.

"Good to know, but I'm not gonna stop," Bucky tells her in a low voice, falling forward to plant his metal hand into the bed next to hers, covering her back with her chest. His other hand slides from her hip to cross over her chest, grabbing at one of her breasts as he fucks her.

"Go on, come," he pants out against her ear, smiling wickedly as he tugs at her nipple. "And then I'll make you come again."

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"It was more meant to be informative," she answers, surprised by her ability to be sarcastic even in a moment like this, overcome with pleasure, every part of her body aching beautifully. "You better not stop."

With his chest against her back, Sylvie falls silent, breathing hard, allowing herself to focus on everything she's feeling. Bucky so close, his cock slamming into her again and again, his fingers pulling at her nipple and then twisting in a way that makes her cry out.

It's enough to send her over the edge, too, her own fingers rocking against her clit, and Sylvie comes with a gasp, pushing herself into him at the same time, wanting more, wanting everything he can give her.

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"You're such an ass," Bucky huffs out, sounding unbearably fond even as he pinches hard at her nipple. But then her orgasm overtakes her and Bucky has to grit his teeth to hold his own at bay. He could come right now, tipping right after her, but he doesn't want to, not yet.

He fucks her through it, slowing his thrusts a little and groaning against her neck as her cunt flutters around him. It's heaven, complete and utter heaven, and Bucky slides his metal hand under hers on the bed, taking her weight onto the back of his hand as their fingers slot together.

Bucky's other hand leaves her chest to slide down between her legs, tugging Sylvie's hand away to replace it with his own. He covers her cunt with his hand, index and middle finger spreading around where he spears her again and again, palm grinding against her clit.

"I'm not gonna stop," he pants out again, letting out a shuddering exhale against her ear. His thrusts slow to a shallow and grinding rhythm, pushing her forward until her thighs hit the bed and they both have to drop to their elbows. "Fuck, Sylvie."

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So few people have touched Sylvie with such confidence, at least partly due to the fact she lets so few people touch her at all. But just as she isn’t afraid of Bucky’s arm, he doesn’t seem afraid of her. He respects her power, her strength, and that only makes her like him more.

Respect without fear is a powerful thing and something she can’t abuse or manipulate. It’s surprising how good that feels.

“Don’t,” she agrees in a gasp, letting her hand fall away where he’s touching her. She can feel his fingers against her cunt, against himself as he thrusts into her. She likes the idea of him touching them both at the same time, likes that point of connection. “Don’t stop.”

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"I won't," he assures her, turning his metal arm to curl it across her chest, holding her back against him as he thrusts hard into the tight grip of her cunt. She's shockingly wet now that she's come and Bucky grabs at her cunt almost possessively, not because she belongs to him but only because in this moment, it's him making her feel good and he's so glad that it's him, proud that he's been given the chance to learn her body so well.

"You feel so good, Sylvie," he says against her ear, grinding his palm against her clit before sliding his hand up to use his fingers instead, rubbing at it with tight little circles, constant pressure as he fucks into her with hard, deep thrusts. He feels so close, teeth gritted as he holds his orgasm at bay, because he won't allow himself to come until she does for a second time.

He doesn't give her a break, just keeps on fucking her through her orgasm, building the pleasure higher and higher until she's nearly squirming against him. "I've got you, Sylvie. Fuck, you're so good."

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A regular man wouldn't be able to do this, she's sure of that. A regular man wouldn't be able to last, to pull her through two orgasms, one right after another, but she supposes that may be part of why she's here with Bucky and not some other regular man.

She chooses who to spend her time with very carefully and she doesn't regret this at all.

The second orgasm overtakes her before she even realizes it's happening and she gasps suddenly, her back arching, her body shuddering as she comes again, clenching around Bucky's cock inside of her as she cries out his name.

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When Sylvie comes again, Bucky knows that he couldn't hold himself back even if he tried. Her body clenches down around his cock, goes rigid with pleasure in his arms, but it's the sound of his name on her lips that drives him over the edge. He comes with a shout of his own and this time he doesn't pull out, but instead grinds his hips against her ass, burying himself as deep inside her body as he can as his cock pulses, spilling inside of her.

The sensation isn't something he's experienced many times and it nearly overwhelms him now, making him shiver as he rocks his hips a few more times, fucking them both through it, making a mess before going still and rolling them onto their sides, cock still resting inside her as he pants against her ear.

"Fuck," he breathes out, sliding his wet hand over her hip and holding on tightly, chuckling softly against the side of her neck. "We're really good at this."

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That last second is one of the moments Sylvie loves the best, when he buries himself inside of her as deep as he can, when she feels fuller than before, when she can sense that he’s coming, then the warmth that floods into her as he comes.

After a moment, he keeps thrusting and she can feel that warmth spilling out of her, against her thighs, and she moves with him when Bucky rolls to the side. Their legs tangle, he’s still inside her and Sylvie gives an experimental clench of her muscles just to see what kind of sound he might make.

“Practically professional,” she agrees, laughing breathlessly. “But we could always do with more practice, don’t you think? No one’s perfect.”

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Sylvie tightens around his sensitive cock and Bucky hisses, chuckling softly as he gives her jaw a sharp nip. Last time they'd done this, Bucky didn't linger. They had both gotten what they came for, and sticking around too long would have made it awkward.

But this time, he isn't just here for the sex, and Sylvie isn't either. They're here because they like each other, because they want to spend time together, so this time, Bucky doesn't leave. He stays inside of her body, enjoying the stick intimacy of it, and slides his good hand along the length of her torso, pausing to gently cup one of her breasts in his hand just to feel the weight of it.

"Oh, surely," he says with a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to her jaw, and then her cheek, reaching up to gently turn her chin so he can press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "I'm dedicated to making sure we're the best we can be."

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As much as the sex itself is new in a way, regular and with the same people for the first time in her entire life, this is so much more unusual for her. Before Loki, Sylvie had never once been with the same person more than one time. Before Loki, she'd never spent the night sleeping beside someone, had never trusted anyone enough to be present while in such a vulnerable position.

But now there's Bucky, too, and when he touches her chin to turn her head, she allows it. She turns her head so she can kiss properly, her mouth pressed to his. She reaches back with one hand, cupping the back of his head in her palm, twisting further to kiss him again, deeper this time.

"I feel like you might need a bit of time to recover," she teases, speaking against his mouth.

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When Sylvie twists in his arms, Bucky shifts onto his elbow and makes with her, making it easier for their bodies to stay connected as they kiss. She licks into his mouth and Bucky hums, eyes falling shut as he kisses her back. The words make him smile and he opens his eyes, pulling back to look down at her.

"Probably," he murmurs, kissing her again as he gently eases out of her and shifts to lay at her side. "You should pretend that you need some time too, or you'll bruise my ego."

It's his way of asking her to stay for just a little, or as long as she wants.

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"Yes, the god needs time to recover," she answers, smirking as Bucky slips free of her body, a shiver of pleasure going through her at the sensation. She speaks as if she doesn't need any time, but truthfully, she's a little sore, in a pleasant way, and sensitive, too. A little time to recover would be welcome.

Sylvie turns completely, pressing her hand against Bucky's chest so that he's on his back and she lies on her side beside him, against him. She keeps her palm against his chest, then tents her hand, fingertips on his skin. He's surprisingly smooth beneath her fingers and she takes her time, stroking, exploring, having not really done so before.

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"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?"