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The modern technological era comes with its fair share of problems, but Bucky will give it one thing: learning stuff is a whole hell of a lot easier. When he decides that he wants to build a small pen off the side of his outbuilding, all he really needs to do is watch a few videos on the internet. He doesn't even have to talk to anyone, and that's just another bonus.

After checking on the new arrivals out in the workshop, Bucky loads Bopp up in the truck and heads to the hardware store, loading up a flatbed cart with wood and nails and whatever tools he needs that he doesn't already have. Luckily, the store also has the basics that he'll need to go inside the pen, including a trough and bags of hay and feed, so he doesn't even need to make a second stop.

Once they're back home, Bucky opens the back door to let Alpine out. She winds around his feet and headbutts Bopp, and both animals trot after him as he heads toward the workshop. He wants to get started right away, kind of needs to, so he gets right to it, determined to finish by the end of the day.

By the time afternoon rolls around and the sun is high in the sky, Bucky's stripped down to a white tank and worn jeans. He uses the elastic around his wrist to pull his hair back into a small loop at the back of his head, grateful that it's long enough now to get it up and off his neck.

He cuts the wood by hand, working the saw back and forth at each mark he's made, and then takes a short break to wipe sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.

"Bopp," he says to his dog, who is laying in the shade and chewing on a bone while Alpine snoozes on a tree brunch above her. She lifts her head and looks at him. "Why don't you go get me a beer?"

He isn't actually expecting her to do anything, and he smiles a little to himself when her head tilts at the question. "Is that a no?"

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"I think it's far too late for that," he says in a low voice, seeing the challenge in her simpering gaze. A part of him wants to fuck her right here in his front yard in broad daylight, because that's what she does to him. Sometimes it feels like she's driving him mad with lust, but maybe wanting someone so badly that it washes away all rational thought is just a part of being in love. He doesn't mind it at all.

Still, he has animals roaming around, so he resists the urge to shove his hand down her pants and inside tucks his metal arm under her ass as he rolls himself up and gets to his feet in one fluid motion, holding her snugly against him as if she weighs nothing at all. He smirks at her and then looks over and commands Bopp to go back into the house. She does, with Alpine trotting after her, and Bucky walks up the few steps only long enough to close the door.

"Don't wanna dirty up my sheets," he says as he carries her across the yard, smirking at her and holding her up even as he bends down to scoop up one baby goat to put it safely back in the small outbuilding. He carries Sylvie the whole time, unwilling to let her go, and once both goats are safely locked away, he carries her around to the back of the building, tucked away from view, and presses her back against the red steel siding.

"Hi," he breathes out, smiling as he curls his hands under her thighs to urge her legs around him, nudging his nose playfully against hers and smiling open-mouthed, not closing the distance to kiss her just yet.

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"You're such a bloody show off," she accuses as he carries her around the yard without even breaking a sweat, though honestly, she likes a little bit of sweat. She's glad it's there from his other exertions and she trails her finger along the skin just above the collar of the tank top he's wearing, gliding over the strong planes of his chest.

"Hi," she replies, legs around him. Her head tips a little when he nudges her with his nose, as if she expects a kiss, and when it doesn't come, she squeezes her thighs against his waist. A playful warning.

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"You love it," he murmurs, grinning at her reaction when he doesn't kiss her. She pins his hips between her strong thighs and Bucky hums his approval, because even though he carried her around and has her pinned up against a wall, he doesn't for a moment consider himself stronger than her. He likes that she's strong, and that pinch of his waist only serves to remind him that he doesn't have to be careful with her. Not all the time.

Bucky takes one of Sylvie's hands and threads their fingers together, lifting their joined hands to pin the back of hers against the wall behind her head. The metal is dusty and sunbaked, and there's a dirty streak left behind as he drags her palm up higher. They'll both be a mess after this, and he's excited for it.

"Did watching me pound nails get you all hot and bothered?" He teases, speaking in a low voice against her mouth, close enough that his lips brush hers. He rolls his hips against her body, then leans forward to pin her there with his weight so he can let go of her with his metal hand and put it on her chest instead, palming her full breasts through her shirt. Finally, he presses his mouth to hers, giving her a biting kiss and lifting his hand to thumb at her jaw, guiding her mouth open so he can lick his way into it.

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For a man who claims to have not spent much of his time being intimate with others, Bucky is truly rather blessed. He touches her, teases her, holds her against this warm barn, the metal heating her back through her shirt. It should be unbearable to her, a Frost Giant, forever too warm in this bloody world, but somehow it isn't.

Somehow, when she's with him, it only ever feels good.

"Your very presence tends to do that," she answers just before he claims her mouth and she's forced -- or at least, she pretends do -- to tilt her head for him. She can feel his tongue on hers and she pushes her hips back against him, wanting to feel his weight, his cock hardening in his jeans.

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That's quite a compliment. He wants to tell her so, but he's too busy kissing her. The truth is that she does just the same to him. A year now, and the novelty of being able to touch her all the time has not worn off, not even a little bit. He loves her and immensely enjoys her company even when they're not touching each other but when they are-- it's electric.

Sylvie uses her strong thighs to draw him in closer and he grinds his hips between her legs, letting her feel just what she does to him. Blood rushes south and Bucky grunts against her mouth, pulling away only so he can kiss along her jaw and down her neck, dragging his beard across her pale skin.

"This is the only time I wish you didn't hate dresses so much," Bucky says against her neck, grinning and giving her a sharp nip to show that he's teasing, and then reaches down to tug open the button on her jeans with his good hand. He shoves his hand down into her pants and touches her through her underwear, rubbing at her in a rough sort of tease.

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"And yet you manage to make it work," she replies, her hands under his shirt, fingers exploring muscle and warm skin. Her head is tipped back against the barn to give Bucky more room at her throat, her shoulders, and her hands slide across his back, then lower, into the waist of his jeans.

Sylvie arches into him, pressing against those questing fingers, seeking the friction he's only sort of giving her. It's a tease, but one she enjoys, and she gasps softly, then pushes against Bucky again.

"See?" she asks. "Making it work just fine, it seems."

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“Lucky you,” Bucky murmurs against her neck, dragging his tongue over a patch of skin made pink by his beard. He hefts her away from the wall and over his shoulder in something of a fireman’s carry, letting her balance there as he drags her pants and underwear over her hips and down her legs, tossing the bundle of fabric into the grass. Then, just because he can, he takes her by the hips and presses her against the warm metal again, sliding her upward until he can maneuver his broad shoulders under her thighs, holding her up as he stands.

He leans in to rest his chin against the patch of soft hair between her legs, looking up at her for a long moment before ducking his head to press his mouth to her cunt, already wet and pink. Bucky loves going down on her— loves the taste and the smell, loves the sounds she makes when he sucks at her clit.

Bucky groans and reaches up to grab at Sylvie’s biceps, pinning her arms back against the barn as he fucks her with his tongue. Yes, she could break his hold if she wanted, but he doesn’t think that she will. She likes it when Bucky is rough with her when she’s in the mood for it, and the way she grappled with him in the grass earlier tells him that she is.

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In general, Sylvie doesn't like to be manhandled. On the street, if someone touches her without consent or even brushes by her too rough, she'll respond in kind, irritated by the presumptuousness of the other person. Were any other man to try something like this, she'd break their bloody neck.

Not Bucky. She moves with him, making each maneuver easier on them both, and then she laughs when she's pressed back against the barn, Bucky's head between her thighs.

"Well, now you're just showing off," she accuses, flexing her hands, her arms, just so he can feel the strength in them as he pins her to the barn. Then, because she can, she loops one leg around him tighter, hooking it against his back to press his mouth harder against her cunt.

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Bucky hums his agreement against her body, nodding in a way that makes the bridge of his nose rub against her clit, because he doesn’t want to pull away from her long enough to tell her that she’s right.

Even now, they grapple a little. Sylvie presses against his hold but it’s just to show off herself rather than break free, so Bucky squeezes harder at her arms. In turn, she uses her leg to pull him in closer, until sound is muffled by her thighs pressed to his ears, and Bucky groans in pleasure as all his senses are taken over by her. She is all he can see and hear, all he can smell and taste, and she feels warm and alive under his fingertips. Sylvie is everywhere and his cock is throbbing in his jeans, but he isn’t ready to do anything about it just yet.

Instead he fucks her with his tongue, face pressed tight against her until he has to pull back just to breathe. Eagerly, he shifts her weight more to one shoulder and lowers his good hand until he can press two fingers inside of her, crooking them just so and instantly finding just the right spot because he knows her body so well.

“You’re gonna come before I fuck you,” Bucky growls out against her inner thigh, biting at her pale skin as his fingers pump in and out of her almost roughly, hitting that spot each time. “Because you’re spoiled.”

He bites her thigh again and gives her a devilish grin that tells her that he’s teasing, and that he loves her, and there is nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

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Often, she wants to accuse him of having lied to her about his level of experience, given how good he is at this. He licks her and fucks her with his fingers like he's been doing it for his entire life, like he's practiced every day for the last hundred years and has all but perfected the act of going down on a woman. Or a man.

She groans, thinking of that, Loki and Bucky together, or herself in a shifted body, her own perception of gender so much more fluid due to that ability.

"Oh, I'm spoiled, am I?" she manages to say, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Can't allow that, can you?"

But he doesn't stop. His fingers are pumping inside of her, curled against that spot that causes electricity to shiver along her skin, and she curls her fingers in his hair, directing his mouth back to her clit. If he wants her to come, it isn't far off.

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Of course I can, Bucky wants to say. I’m the one who spoils you.

He can’t say that, however, because Sylvie grabs him by the hair and shoves his face against her cunt, and it’s so hot that he’s knees get a little weak. If he’s spoiling her, he never wants to stop. He wants to make her feel this good every single day, if he can.

Bucky’s lips close over Sylvie’s clit and he sucks hard, flicking his tongue over the tight nub of it as he massages that spot inside of her relentlessly. He wants her to come with her whole body, wet and messy, wants her shaking in his arms before he even puts his cock inside of her, and he grins against her slick skin as her body seizes up, because he’s sure that he’s about to get just that.