[No there's clearly quite a lot of rubbing going on and before long she has him panting breathlessly and making desperate little whines and moans as the shower pours right over them. He reluctantly lets go of her so he can grope around to turn the tap off.
They're dripping wet but still warm when Bucky tries to walk them a couple steps to the shower wall. He doesn't pin her back to it, knowing it'll be cold, but he doesn't give her much room either, his hand gripping in her hair and scratching the nape of her neck lightly.]
--yes. [Good, yes. Nice, yes. Hot, also yes. He gently nips on her lower lip and bites softly, tugging gently and playfully before he re-engages in a hungry, long and slow kiss.]
I'm-- [He breaks the kiss, steals another chaste one, and his voice cracks a bit from the urgency with which he's rubbing his hands over the outside of her legs.] Just relax, okay. [She might panic if he picks her up and pins his palms to the wall while he fucks her brains out. Getting decked or elbowed is always awkward when you're trying to have sex. So he starts off slow, slipping his arm under one leg and pressing in close enough to rub the hard-on she's given him between her legs. He isn't patient enough to tease for too long before he's trying to push in between her wet folds as deep as he can go in their current configuration, and her encouragement isn't helping with his self-restraint much.
Maybe it's a little greedy but he's got eighty years of lost time to make up for and it's not as if she isn't keen, either.]
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They're dripping wet but still warm when Bucky tries to walk them a couple steps to the shower wall. He doesn't pin her back to it, knowing it'll be cold, but he doesn't give her much room either, his hand gripping in her hair and scratching the nape of her neck lightly.]
--yes. [Good, yes. Nice, yes. Hot, also yes. He gently nips on her lower lip and bites softly, tugging gently and playfully before he re-engages in a hungry, long and slow kiss.]
I'm-- [He breaks the kiss, steals another chaste one, and his voice cracks a bit from the urgency with which he's rubbing his hands over the outside of her legs.] Just relax, okay. [She might panic if he picks her up and pins his palms to the wall while he fucks her brains out. Getting decked or elbowed is always awkward when you're trying to have sex. So he starts off slow, slipping his arm under one leg and pressing in close enough to rub the hard-on she's given him between her legs. He isn't patient enough to tease for too long before he's trying to push in between her wet folds as deep as he can go in their current configuration, and her encouragement isn't helping with his self-restraint much.
Maybe it's a little greedy but he's got eighty years of lost time to make up for and it's not as if she isn't keen, either.]