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 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?"

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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.

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“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.”

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"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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.”

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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.”

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"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.

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"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."