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“So…” Bucky moans as he settles between your thighs. Your skirt is hitched up, over your hips. “Are you free for Labor day?”

You giggle at the question when he’s in the middle of dry humping you. All your brain was thinking about is how badly you want him and how hot he is. Maybe you also thought of the smell of his cologne, but definitely not what your plans were.

“No idea. If you’re home from missions, I’d - ah! - like to spend it with you?” You really don’t want to be talking right now. Not anything but the dirty words that fall between you two.

“Mmmm, think ya might like my plan, better.” He moves against you like waves in the ocean. You can hardly think of what he’s saying, dizzy from all of his touch and kisses. He palms your breast, kissing you so fervently you know your lips are red.

“Pretty busy enjoying this,” you breathe. He presses his trapped length across your centre again, grumbling when your legs hook over his hips and pull him more firmly.

“What about more?” Bucky’s voice is smooth and hot. The words make you sweat, a swirling heat filling your whole body. An embarrassing moan escapes you at just the idea of what he could mean.

“Would you want to go? Are you ready?” Even being asked is sending tingles down your spine. His rhythm slows, grinding against you and groping your side.

“I’m ready,” you grin. “Are you sure?”

There have been many discussions of trust and history. He told you about how he was so betrayed and hurt, and all the ways he’d been convinced to trust the wrong people. You shared about your exes and a girl who you’d crushed on in college.

“‘M sure. So sure. Wish I could do it now.” Bucky cheekily replies as you gasp beneath him. He knows just how to roll his hips, through all your clothes, to still have you come undone. But knowing he wants to be with you, fully, makes you climb even higher. “Just know you’re tight. Soakin’ for me. Wanna feel you around me.”

You whimper as his words push you over, your own hips twisting. Fuck, the months of foreplay are going to make you pass out. But he’s talking about next weekend and you’re going to cry if it doesn’t come fast enough.

“Why don’t we just do it now?” You press into him more. His hands are still tracing your thighs beneath the dress he has pushed up. You know he thinks this dress is sexy and just loves to lift the hem this way.

“I need to do a few things. Needa make sure you’re not just runnin’ hot. Gotta set the mood, be a gentleman.” His lips drift down your belly, and your muscles twitch as your core clenches.

Is he gonna take this next step?

No. He stops, smirking at your sad whine when he does.

“Yes, holy shit. Let’s go to a hotel.” You squirm as he pulls your dress down, kissing you like it’s your wedding day.

“Patience. We have actual places to go. I just couldn’t resist you in that dress.” Bucky tugs you up, enjoying your pinup style dress and makeup.

“Is my makeup alright? I don’t want your friends to think I’m some floozy. My friends think you’re a freaking mega star superhero underwear model.” You think of when he has taken you to lunch with your coworkers on days off, or attended rescue events and got to know them better.

“Trust me, they’ll love you. Like I do. And Sam will just enjoy trying to annoy me.” He kisses you again when you try to check your lipstick.

—

“I hear you’re goin’ to Lake George?” Sam jovially asks as everyone finishes ordering the meals.

“I hadn’t known that was where.” You smile at Bucky, who frowns sternly at Sam. He hasn’t been so grumpy or pouty in your presence, but you somehow love it.

“You’ll love it. Steve! You two went there last week, it’s nice of you to lend it to Buck.”

Steve has been pleasant and friendly, but you can’t decide if he likes you at all. His eyes are mostly scanning your interactions with Bucky. Unlike Sam, he hasn’t quite accepted you aren’t a threat.

“Yeah, I thought maybe he’d like to be more adventurous for the long weekend. But he’s playing it pretty safe.” He shrugs but smiles softly.

“Someone got in my head, so now I don’t want to go far.” Bucky snarls at Sam.

Sam only laughs, waving him off. He pulls out a few board games, and you recognize most of them from your nights with Bucky. You’re a little nervous to play games with such high status people, but Bucky senses that and squeezes your hand.

“I think starting in your comfort zone isn’t a bad thing. I’m sure we have lots of trips to plan for the future.” You suddenly feel very serious with Bucky. But aren’t you? The way your relationship has developed certainly couldn’t be described as casual.

“Ugh, you’re so good to him. The way he pines for you, I thought you’d boss him around more. He doesn’t like me unless I do.” Sam scoffs at the slight affection between you two.

“Maybe it’s ’cause she’s a pretty dame, who I love, and not a pain in my ass?” Bucky helps sort playing pieces and doesn’t look at anyone as he tries to banter.

Steve bursts into a huge grin, and it makes you blush to realize this may be the first time he’s said it in front of anyone but you. Nobody says anything to Bucky, but you can tell by his avoidant eyes that he knows. You slide into the floor next to him, quietly helping him place objects.

“I’ll teach her to be a pain in your ass, don’t worry.” Sam flicks a piece and laughs.

“You can’t toss these, because the whole game ends when you run out. So if we lose them, we will end the game too fast!” Bucky scolds him and Steve intervenes. He’s like their parent.

“Natasha will be here, shortly. She and Yelena will make sure you’re not alone with a bunch of morons.” Steve leans over to start.

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Natasha and Yelena are somehow far more intimidating than Sam and Steve. They’re so confident and beautiful, with an air you could never achieve. But Yelena starts bickering with Sam and poking fun at her sister, and you suddenly feel right at home.

“So, was it his bitchy demeanour, or his tragic backstory that got you?” Yelena turns to you and Natasha nearly spits out her beer.

“I actually only knew him as the guy who worked for the rescue our vet owns. He was a little grouchy, but he was so cute with the animals. But he’s not grumpy when we spend time together.”

“Yeah, cuz he has a great source of conflict resolution and stress relief.” Sam wags his brows as Yelena knocks his character off the board, killing him.

“That’s not until this weekend, I’m sure.” Natasha pauses when everyone stares at her. She shrugs, grinning away. She knows absolutely everything, you swear.

The evening goes well, and you stop feeling so overwhelmed near the end. Bucky is shy about being physically affectionate, but just touch starved enough to linger. Any time you exchange game pieces, his fingers remain on yours for an extra second. When others go to retrieve pizza, he steadies himself with his face against your hair, one arm snaking around your waist.

“We really did like meeting you. Bucky has been through a lot, and took a long time to open up to dating seriously. We are glad it’s you.” Natasha speaks to you while everyone else is putting games and food away.

“I’m really happy to hear that. I definitely understand, now, that he’s seen a lot. But it’s good, yknow, we’re doing well.” You smile when she nods and chews her cheek.

Everyone is kind when they say goodnight. Bucky leads you away from the lounge where apparently they tend to have guests over, instead of their small apartments. But when you turn to the elevator to go home, he turns you back.

“My place… I have a room here. It’s not much…”

“Yes!” You excitedly accept his awkward offer. Bucky has said a few times that he never decorated, and there’s only a bed in his room. He didn’t feel comfortable making the space his.

But you still want to be there, with him. It’s his space, nonetheless.

Stepping in, Bucky eyes something in the entryway.

“Why are we here?” He asks like it’s out of a nightmare.

“You brought us here. It’s your room.” You frown and look at him, but he seems a little shaken. Looking around, you don’t see any reason to panic.

Bucky speaks in Russian, tense and terse. That sends a little chill through you, and you take his hand.

“What are the orders?” He seems so disoriented, and you kiss his fingers when he dissociates.

Does he think you’ll hurt him? Is he scared? This is probably the most vulnerable he has been in a long time. Maybe he’s having some form of flashbacks and you just need to sit with him.

“Hey, everything is fine. We’re okay. We’re at the tower, in your room. I can get Steve or Sam, if you need. They’re right down the hall.” You touch his face and his cool eyes soften just a little.

“I got out.” It’s not a question, almost a statement telling himself for a fact.

“Yeah, Bucky. You got out. You met me. You do a lot of good. And I love you, you have so much love. I’m sorry if you felt pressured to take this step.” You kiss him gently and he grumbles. Almost in shock, he draws away for a moment.

“Thank you for tonight,” he says as if the last two minutes never happened. He’s soft and warm again, mouth on yours.

“So you don’t? Feel pressured?” You ask between fierce kisses.

“Do I?” He responds with a soft chuckle. “No. I was freaking out a little, yeah. But I love you and I wanted you here. Kinda like when the pillows smell like ya.”

You feel warm at his words. Maybe the sheets will smell like you two, soon. Bucky smiles through your happy kisses.

“I love you, and I’m happy to be here.”

Bucky gently tips you back onto the bed, a little too happy in his purr when your dress easily glides up your thighs. This moment is just too happy, too safe, to be forgotten. His metal hand discovers the garter you’d put on, and you whine when he nips your neck.

“Wrapped yourself like a gift?” He huffs a laugh as he touches the fabric.

“Just for you. Thought you’d like them.”

And he does. He kisses you wildly, and you return with small moans.

“Soundproofed. Trust me, even I can’t hear anythin’ in these rooms.” Bucky seems excited to hear you.

“Fuck!” Your favourite curse falls again as he dips his fingers between your folds, around your underwear.

“Mmm, sweetheart, love seein’ ya in my bed. All I ever wanted.” The words register in your heart more than your ears.

Fingers work, audibly, in your wetness and both of you sigh in pleasure at once. What you don’t expect is for him to remove his fingers and gently move your thighs back together. It worries you that he’s leaving, but his eyes flick to yours as he draws the edge of your underwear down.

This was not something either of you had done, yet. Underwear stayed on, you admitted that if you were both bare together you wouldn’t stop. He’d agreed. But you also have been ready since saying you loved each other a few weeks ago.

“We don’t need to. Just because I’m in your room doesn’t mean you have to do anything.” You kiss him, as he slowly disentangles your panties from your ankles.

Bucky settles on his side, hooking your leg over his hip. Everything is in slow motion, as you both read each other. His chest is heaving, when you start to smooth your hands on his skin beneath it.

“I don’t wanna wait for a hotel. This… here…”

“Feels right?” You whisper to only him and the walls. It does, it feels like his room is where he feels safe and connected, and now he has shared it with you.

Bucky lets you take his shirt off, before moving impossibly close to you. Breath intermingles. His fingers undo the zipper on the back of your dress, and his lips are pillows on yours.

It feels like you blink, and you’re both naked beneath the covers.

The two of you wrap into each other, nervous and panting. He’s fucking gorgeous, and you adore every touch from him. All he murmurs are praises to you.

“I love you,” you breathe. He captures your lips again. As he does, your leg curls around his bum and your hand wanders there.

“Please, baby. Needa be inside you. Tell me yes.” He speaks mostly into your neck as he slowly moves to be above you. His length is gliding through your wet heat. “I love you.”

You feel your body moving to meet his. The tip of him just catches like he might enter, before sliding through again. He does that twice more before you pull his mouth to yours and kiss him. He reaches for a condom in his drawer, and you feel a bit of relief that it’s an unopened box.

It’s a slow, sultry dance. Bucky rolls his hips against you, enjoying your breath hitching every time he almost follows through. You stretch and arch to angle yourself, feeling him differently every second.

Bucky finally pauses, stretching perfectly over your body. His weight shifts as he reaches down with one hand, and you feel your toes curl at the sublime pressure as he enters you.

“Yes,” you exclaim. Bucky groans from somewhere deep inside himself. Everything feels fucking perfect.

You expected him to never shut up, which you actually liked. But today, both of you only say words when they bloom unbidden. The joining is too exquisite.

Bucky gives you a long moment to adjust, but you flex around him and his jaw falls open. He starts to move and you start to suck at his neck. Thank fuck for sound proofing. You’ve never sounded more like a pornstar.

Every thrust pushes him deeper and harder into you. His whole body is firm against you, and you wonder if you’ll ever want to live in a world without it.

“You’re so beautiful.” He stretches your arm onto the bed, before tangling your fingers together. His forehead falls to yours.

“You’re so handsome.” You smile at him as he watches your expression and listens to your keens.

He feels like he’s made for you. The way his planes match to yours, the size of him causing you to stretch every stroke.

“Ah!” You bite out as he finally bottoms out inside you, unafraid to sink fully into your body. Even though he was gentle and slow, he’s hitting somewhere deep inside that no one else has. He kisses you, smoothing his hands all over to keep you relaxed.

“Perfect for me.” Bucky moves again, grinding the last inch so he can let you feel the pressure in a pleasurable way. It mesmerizes you how much he seems to care about your pleasure.

Lost in the ocean current, you let him worship your neck and jaw, flesh hand cupping your tits and gently toying with your nipples. Occasionally, he looks down at where you join, and whispers sweet nothings about how you’re sucking him in. But you know how bad your body craves him.

All too quickly, it seems, your breaths become sharper and shorter. They match his pace, which increases like a crescendo. Bucky lifts your thigh, moving deeper and dragging his pelvis over your clit.

When you cum, you swear you see stars. You can’t help but gasp and cry out, riding the longest wave you’ve ever ridden. Bucky fills your ears with soft praise, loving your body, your voice, and you.

His hands cup your face as his hips start to push deeper and faster. When his rhythm falters, he holds his breath before letting out a low and long rumble. It’s so earthy and sounds gorgeous on your ears.

“Wow,” Bucky huffs after the deepest kiss.

“Yeah. Wow.” You catch your breath and giggle when he kisses down your chest and shoulders as he cleans up. It’s the first time you’ve ever felt more connected after sex than during. He absolutely fawns over you, smiling like he just can’t help it.

“I’m sorry we didn’t wait.” He pushes your sweaty hair back. The tenderness of his gaze makes you melt into a puddle. He takes advantage and pulls you to snuggle against him.

“No, Bucky. I love you and this feels right. But I wouldn’t say no to the weekend you’d planned.” You laugh again because he’s mapping your body with his mouth as you talk.

“Oh, this weekend is gonna be even better. Less pressure, and more time to enjoy each other. I wanna get to know. every. inch.” More kisses and licks greet your skin down your arms, wrists, and beneath each breast.

“I love you.” You both speak at the same time and smile as you kiss again.

“Let’s get some sleep. Early morning tomorrow, they serve breakfast at 6am.” He knows you despise the early morning. But maybe you can ask him for help changing that.

Bucky kisses your crown as you listen to his heart. It’s everything you dreamed of for your first time together.