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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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."

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"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."

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"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."

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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."

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“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.”

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“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.”

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Even with her lips stretched around him, the words make a little smile flicker at the corners of Sylvie's mouth. There's trust in them, something that still concerns her now and then, something she worries she might one day take advantage of, but even beyond that, it opens the doors to other things they might experiment with in the future.

Sylvie's always been rather fluid in terms of sexuality, preferences, desires, but she hasn't exactly had the space in which to explore. Now, though, there's time and there's safety.

"I can find other things to put in you," she answers in a low voice, grinning as she pulls back from his cock so she can use her saliva to slick her fingers. Her hips are rocking against him, a shuddering moan escaping as he uses his fingers, his tongue, the way he touches her clit with his knuckles. Her thighs are burning, trembling, and she pauses, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Next time," she adds before she presses one slick finger inside of him at the same time as she takes his cock into her mouth again.

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“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” Bucky groans out, chuckling at her words. He isn’t even sure what she means by other things but already he realizes that he wouldn’t deny her. With Sylvie and with Loki, he thinks he’d try anything once. They make him feel so hungry, like he’ll never quite get enough of them.

Her finger slides into his body so confidently, with no hesitation, and Bucky lets out a low moan against her cunt, lapping at her clit with slow, thorough licks as he adjusts to the intrusion. His fingers dip into her cunt again, pressing in deep, and then he slides them back to the tight curl of muscle just above it. He’s never touched a woman there and he rubs curiously, feeling the muscle pucker around the pad of his finger.

“Does this feel good for you?” He pants out with a sincere sort of curiosity, pressing just the tip of his middle finger into her ass and then pulling it away to drag his tongue over her cunt and then her asshole too, pressing the point of his tongue against it. “I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass.”

It feels like a crude thing to say, but Sylvie won’t mind, not when she has a finger up his ass and her mouth full of his cock.

His head falls to the bed again and he spreads her open with his hands, taking a moment to just look because he has the time. She’s got a beautiful cunt, slick and pink, so wet that a drop of fluid rolls down the inside of her thigh and Bucky turns his head to follow it with his tongue, doing his best to suck a mark against her pale skin.

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Bucky is so open with her that it sometimes frightens her. Even before tonight, before things have shifted for them, Sylvie has known she holds a lot of power when it comes to this man, but then, he holds a lot of power, too. More than she likes to acknowledge even to herself.

The sound she makes should be enough of an answer for him. A guttural sort of moan shivers out of her around his cock, her body moving back with his tongue as he licks her.

Every time she needs to speak, she has to pull back from his cock, and she doesn't want to, wants to use her tongue, her lips, she wants to take him deep into her throat and make him come, but she wants to tell him, too. She wants to see and feel what it does to him.

"You can with me," she says in a low, rough voice. She licks his cock again, a long drag of her tongue. "Whenever you want."

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"Fuck," he gasps out, squeezing hard at her ass cheeks and nearly pushing her down right then and there, but he doesn't. Later, when he's less crazed and can take his time. For now, he slides his fingers through the folds of her cunt, getting them wet and slick and then pressing his middle finger into her ass, mostly because he wants to know what every part of her feels like. "You're so tight."

She's always tight, clutching at his cock even as he sinks into her with no resistance, but this is like a vice grip and Bucky groans as he sinks his finger into the knuckle, watching her body swallow the digit. It's fascinating, but then she sucks hard at the head of his cock and he lets out a soft cry, lifting his head to press his tongue into her cunt again.

"Whenever I want," he repeats in a raspy, awed sort of tone, grunting as his thighs tense. He slides his finger out of her and switches hands, sinking two cool, metal fingers into her cunt and pumping them in and out of her hard and quick as he sucks at her clit, wanting so badly to make her come.

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She likes that very much, the way he responds to her promise, and she smiles as best she can while taking his cock deeper into his mouth. A thousand years of practice has made it so Sylvie knows what she’s doing, but more importantly, a thousand years has taught her that everyone likes different things, and she pays close attention to the things that make Bucky moan.

But then, she supposes he’s paid attention, too, and when he pushes those metal fingers into her cunt, she moans around him, momentarily thrown off her rhythm by the sensation. There’s something so good about the cool metal and the knowledge of what he can do with that powerful arm.

Though she doesn’t want to, she has to pull back from his cock, leaving her finger where it is, enclosed in the heat of his body, because she can’t focus at all with the onslaught, the way he’s licking her, fucking her with his fingers. Her toes curl against the bed on either side of his body and she sits back a little, gasping at the feeling before the heat inside her snaps and she’s coming with a cry.

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Sylvie pulls off of his cock and rocks back against his face, leaving Bucky to slide his fingers out of her and rub at her clit instead, licking into as she goes tense. When she comes, she shakes apart with it and Bucky reaches up to put his other hand on her hip, rubbing soothingly as he laps at her pulsing cunt.

Her thighs are trembling a little and Bucky feels not smug, but proud of himself. He’s glad that he can make her come so hard, and he hums his contentment as he drags his tongue over her stiff clit, sucking gently before he lets his head fall back to the bed. His face and hands are wet from her cunt and he licks his lips before turning to wipe his mouth against the inside of her thigh just to let her feel what a mess she’s made of him.

His own cock is still rock hard and and the finger she has hooked inside of his body is a maddening sort of pressure, but he can be patient. Or maybe—

“Can I come inside of you again?” He pants out, and maybe he’d flush if he was less desperately aroused.

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Panting heavily, Sylvie is prepared to take Bucky back into her mouth, swallow him as deep as she can, when he asks if he can come inside of her again. She stifles another moan against the cut of his hip and then nods, breathless and wonderfully sore and utterly exhausted.

And entirely looking forward to doing all this again. And again.

“Sit up,” she orders, sliding off him slowly, then turning to face him. “Back against the headboard.”