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[It wouldn't be all that off-brand if Bucky just blows this moment with a awkward comment or gesture or something that'll just pull the handbrakes on all this the moment he starts to overthink things. Having regained control over a number of things in his life, it's a difficult balancing act to know when to hold on and when to let go.

In this instance, it seems for the better if he just lets go. Leaning in a little closer, he moves to slide his hand up along her jaw, thumb brushing over her cheek moments before he presses his lips against hers. Chaste at first, a little uncertain - look, it's been a while, cut him some slack - and his shoulders are tense and tight before a slow exhale has him telling himself to relax.

She's got maybe three seconds to nudge at him to tell him to slow down before he's trying to lean and shuffle in even closer, on track to ending up with either him straddling her lap or them both lying on the couch in some entangled configuration.]

[ She'd been thinking it would be up to her, and she was fine with that. She didn't want to rush him or push him, but maybe encourage him if he needed a little nudge. So his move surprised her, very pleasantly so enough to have her nearly laughing at the suddenness of it. ]

[ He's not the only one who's been out of the game a while though he probably had a few years on her there. She softened into the kiss easily with him after just a moment, with them both finding their comfort with each other. One arm wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers sinking into his hair. ]

[ Sarah eased back with him, her free hand minding them both to avoid hitting their heads on the arm of the couch. ]

Guess you're ok with it. [ She smiled against his lips. ]

[She doesn't know the half of his story and he's only let on bits and pieces. Suffice to say, it's not going to look anything like what it looks like in True Blood. There's going to be at least one awkwardly-placed elbow and something getting too close to his balls for comfort and ow - no, haha, don't worry, it's fine - before they settle down in a somewhat comfortable arrangement on the couch. He barely manages to fit without hanging an arm or leg off the edge.]

Yeah. [He's more than okay with it. Nipping gently at her lips, he flashes her a small smile before he attempts a deeper, slower kiss, one hand curling into her top while the metal arm stays steady on the couch, keeping most of his weight off of her.]

I like you. [His voice drops to a low growl in between gentler kisses that start migrating to the side of her neck. It's easier to admit now that he's on top of her, that she seems open to the topic.] I like you a lot. [And how he doesn't have to hide a lot of the things he keeps hidden from other people. She makes him feel at home in all the ways that can be interpreted.]

[ Sarah shifted to settle a bit as he was moving, there was a moment of transactional whose what goes where before they found a configuration that seemed to work for them both without injury, but neither of them was short and the couch was not designed with this in mind. ]

[ She was about to say something about that when he kissed her again, upping the ante with it and his touch. He drew something of a pleased and happy sound from her in response. ]

I like what you're doing, a lot. But before you do too awful much more, we're not teenagers and I thought I'd remind you I have a whole bed right there. [ She pointed in the direction of her bedroom, formerly her parent's room before she and her husband inherited the house. And a room that had seen so little use too many years for anything but sleeping and folding laundry. Even if all they were going to do was make out, they'd been a lot more comfortable somewhere that falling off the edge wasn't going to be an issue.]

...right. [He'll grow out of defaulting to couches and floors eventually. For now she manages to get him to slow down, ease up, sit back on his heels. He takes one last glance around the living room, like he's expecting they'll get jumped when they lower their guard, before he offers a hand to help her up and let her guide him to her bedroom.

He chases her down onto the bed, gets her sitting in a more comfortable and spacious sea of sheets as he nips at her lips again, hands in the hem of her shirt lingering before he tries to undress her. The cold backs of his curled metal fingers brush lightly against her skin, but he seems to prefer touching her with the hand he can actually feel her with.

The moment of self-consciousness comes when he takes his own shirt off, exposing scars he doesn't really want to talk about, but the hesitation ebbs and fades as he runs his hand slowly down the side of her torso and kisses her again.]

[ It seems once he got over that initial hesitation he was good to go. Really good. ]

[ They made it to her room with no interference, even closed the door behind them to secure their privacy should they get any random visitors. And from there any hesitancy she'd noted in him earlier was gone. It was easier to believe he might have been a flirt or smooth guy once upon a time seeing him like this. ]

[ Sarah scooted back on the bed unable to completely suppress the slight shiver of his artificial touch but that was only a reaction to temperature, not to him. The fact that she arched into his touch thereafter was purely because it was him. ]

[ While he feels self-conscious baring himself to her she sees nothing but strength, resilience and beauty. She drew him back to her, hand at the back of his head, fingers threaded back through his hair. She kissed him, deep and sweet and hard. ]

[He was a very different guy once upon a time. He's not sure if that guy will ever come back, honestly, but he's working on something in between that guy who was, and the guy he's supposed to be now, and hopefully there'll be a workable medium between 'socially awkward' and 'garishly outgoing'.

The bed is almost a little too soft for someone who spends most of his nights on the floor, and a half-gasp lodges itself in his throat when they eventually wind up lying side by side. He feels a little more secure on all fours, which he returns to with a small laugh, nibbling and nipping a path from the side of her neck down to her collarbone, her chest. He almost melts with her hand in his hair, a terrible side effect from not being touched in... longer than he cares to admit. The sensation feels almost foreign.]

Sarah... [God she's... doing something to him. Hands on her hips, forehead on her shoulder, his voice a low rumble against her warm skin, he balances himself on his knees as he tries to take more of her clothes off, though he might need a bit of her help there.]

[ Jeans aren't the easiest things to get out of in this position, let alone get someone else out of. It's a good thing they both have a sense of humor about it all and hopefully an understanding that any chuckles were situational and not directed at each other. ]

[ Jesus, it had been so long she'd already popped a button and started the zipper before she even gave a thought to if she should be trying to put some sort of drama or presentation into it. Her game was stale. But he was still there so she had to be doing something right or at least not so wrong that it was terrible. Either way, she cast off notions of trying to bring sexy back for the sake of ease and comfort and just got her pants open. A couple of rolling motions of her hips helped to get her jeans down to where she could kick them off her legs, careful to avoid other people... that was new. Hadn't had that to worry about in... yeah a while. ]

[ If she hadn't been so stunned by everything else the idea that she'd never thought to be in this situation so she was wearing just a simple sports bra and tan cotton panties might have been concerning. It was a bland look, the saltine of lingerie but it wasn't as though this had even been on her radar. Good thing he had her distracted by being there and just being and causing that fluttering in her stomach she hadn't felt in years. Her hands moved down his stomach, fingertips tracing across the top of his pants before she popped that button too. ] Is it ok to call you James?

[If they knew what the other person was feeling self-conscious about they might have laughed. He didn't exactly dress for the occasion either, with his plain black boxer briefs beneath his simple clothes. He is fairly toned at least, but that had nothing to do with any prep work or special efforts he'd put in for tonight.]

...yeah. [He nods, and he almost wants to apologise for the hard-on she's giving him that she's dangerously close to feeling up. But what does he apologise with? 'Sorry, it's been a while'? 'Sorry, I really want you'? He doesn't even know why he feels compelled to apologise. His eyes flutter close and he hisses when she gets his pants down enough to feel how hard he is through his boxer briefs, vibranium fingers curling into her sheets.]

Sorry-- [But he hadn't decided what to follow that up with yet. Colour tinges the top of his cheeks and a nervous-sounding laugh tumbles from his lips.] --you're really getting me going.

Are you really apologizing for being aroused? [ She paused in getting him undressed to cradle his face and bring it up to look at her. ] Cause that's sort of the point, to all this. And you turn me on just as much.

[ She drew him down for kiss, and then another. Finally letting her hands slide down his body, unhurried and lingering over him here and there until she could help him slide his jeans down. ]

[ Once she had his jeans coming off she pulled off her bra and tossed it aside, she hooked her thumbs in the band of her underwear and shimmied out of them as well, kicking them off with a flick of her foot when she got them down her leg. Naked and trying to stay focused on the moment and not everything her mind was trying to distract her with. ] Don't know if it makes a difference, but I'm on birth control and clean. I got an IUD after AJ. And haven't really been with anyone since their dad.

[ Was that embarrassing to admit? ] I just mean, I don't do this, well, ever.

[Yes, he really is apologising for being aroused. Probably more that he isn't as smooth as he should be and he's having little moments of awkwardness than the actual fact that he's turned on, but it just comes across like a blanket apology nonetheless.]

I um. [It's not that he doesn't appreciate her candour, but she probably doesn't want to hear about cryo, or murder, or torture, or his tenuous grip on sanity. The few almost-world-ending events he's been dragged into don't make for sexy talk either.] ...me neither.

[And honestly, while there's absolutely nothing wrong with getting naked with her, nuzzling, hands that roam in places they've been craving to be touched, gentle tugs between teeth, he would have been quite happy to just spend the night with her, doing anything their hearts fancied.

But, since they're here. Might as well put his mouth to better use than making awkward conversation. His trail of kisses resume between her breasts down to her stomach, and his cold metal hand rests high up on her inner thigh, slowly rubbing back and forth to the inside of her knee. It'll warm up, eventually. He doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry, taking his time eating her out with long, slow laps of his tongue and soft nips between his lips.]

[ She had almost forgotten what it felt like to forget the rest of the world existed because of the touch of a lover. His hands were doing a fine job of sending her there though. ]

[ His mouth had her panting with short ragged breaths in a matter of moments, her hands gripped tight into the blankets beneath her. Her thigh jumped with the first touch of cold metal and made her laugh to break the tension built up in her, but she eased back into soft noises as he stroked her thigh. His rolling to him as he drove her higher with pleasure. ]

You [ she paused with a moan that caught her off guard. ] You are really good at this.

Yeah? ['When in doubt, just go for it and hope for the best' seems to be working out for the both of them. At least this is fairly intuitive, although he probably should have gone fully clean-shaven so his stubble wouldn't be too ticklish. His hand will feel warmer in a few minutes, mostly thanks to leeching some heat off of her, and he would have apologised had he not already apologised for something else.]

Maybe you're just-- really wet. [It's probably a bit of everything - the yearning, the attention, the sensations. He chews on his bottom lip, tip of his tongue flicking out nervously as he rubs his hand between her legs, brushing his thumb over her clit.

He crawls up a little higher to kiss her again, a little more hungrily, a little more desperate as he grinds down between her legs, keeping her trapped against the bed. The doubts, uncertainties and other higher functions circling around in his head are slowly devolving into an urgency to fuck this tension out of the air between them, and not really wanting to wait around for an invitation either.

He should maybe wait or take it slow or-- yeah. That's not happening. He's just going to shift from first gear to fucking her brains out and maybe consider ramping up in a little more controlled fashion for next time - if he doesn't break anything this time.]

[ No apologies were necessary and they really wouldn't help with the mood anyway. So it was probably for the best that he just worked through that. There was no maybe about her state of wetness, between the attention of his eager tongue and the finger that replaced it she was well on the way to something really good. ]

[ He turned it up with that movement, the kiss and grind having them both pushing for something more, something deeper, harder than what they had now. She looked at him, making eye contact and nodding while she brought her knees up along either side of his hips. She wanted this as much as he did. ] Just, go slow at first, ok?

[ It wouldn't take much, but it had been a while and she needed that time to adjust. Showerheads don't really count after all. She's not exactly a teenager anymore and there are realities to deal with. But the hand that settled to his lower back to draw him close was absolutely giving a green light. ]

Okay. [Well that's putting a lot of faith in him, hoping he can take things slow instead of making a mess of what could otherwise be a good night with some teenage-esque enthusiasm. He cracks a smile and nods a couple of times, toes curling as he tries to ease back a bit, give her a bit of space (not too much though, especially not when she's holding him there).

She could be forgiven for thinking it hurts when he switched from rubbing the length of his hard cock between her wet folds to trying to push in, pressing down just with his thumb to get the right angle, what with the way he gasps and the breath he'd been holding makes an audible sound, wincing and groaning at how tight and wet she feels. Taking it slow, taking his time to just move deeper by an inch and pull out half an inch at a time until he rolls his hips when he's all the way in, he pauses just to silently take stock of where they are, whether she's okay with this. Just the sound of the two of them panting in the relative dark of night is already enough of a turn-on without even putting the fucking into the equation.

His multitasking might need a bit of work, but eventually he'll find her lips again, nipping on her lower lip and trying to stifle his moans as he moves, a little quicker when he feels her blunt fingernails digging into his skin.]

[ Sarah almost said something, his expression being what it was, but that became clarified in a few moments and then she had her own feelings to be concerned with. It was a little overwhelming, ok maybe a lot overwhelming but he was not a disappointment in any way she could have imagined.

Her eyes had closed tightly initially, while she was getting accustomed to his size, but soon enough she felt she was able take him comfortably. She opened her eyes to find his look, and she nodded. Yeah she was good with this. Even better when he moved to kiss her, fingers raked back through his hair. He had really great hair.

Sarah rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts with her own motions. She groaned into the kiss not as careful or perhaps less able to stifle her sounds than he was. Sarah had always ben vocal, that became more apparent as thing got more heated and she got louder and less restrained. ] Oh my God, I forgot how good it can feel.

[He's had most of that spontaneous responsiveness burned out of him but she gets him with her hand in his hair, knees going weak and whimpering quietly as his hips snap a little harder against hers. There's just something about the way it feels, the sensitivity combined with that sense of approval, that validation he still craves from any and every avenue he can get it.]

Mmh. [It's just as well that he's gotten her used to his limited range of expressions, otherwise he's not as coherent, not as able to respond beyond nodding, panting, a stuttery moan forced out between where he's biting down on his lip. His grip tightens in her sheets as he leans into it a little more, free hand sliding down the outside of her thigh to grab her ass, shift the angle just enough so he can move a little deeper, a little faster. Nothing ridiculously acrobatic or fancy - they seem to be enjoying this plenty as it is. They're still just trying to explore each other, find how and where they fit.

And maybe he's figuring out he likes her touching and kissing him back. He wouldn't mind at all just cozying up to her making out all night. They can make up for all that lost time spent alone and untouched.]

[ Limited or not his range was perfectly suited to communicating his pleasure. And frankly, she was vocal enough for both of them really. His movements, his touch on her were drawing her out and closer to her orgasm. Everything he was doing he was doing right.

She was just trying to keep up and keep more and more contact with him. Her hands roved over him pulling him closer or holding him tight. Sarah moaned to the feeling of his touch and how needy it felt how wanted they both were by each other. His deeper strokes drawing short cries from her as she flexed and moved with him. ] Just like that, keep going.

[The more relaxed and encouraging she gets, the more time he takes exploring her body predominantly with the hand that he can feel her up with. Fingertips rake up her skin like a zen garden and he grabs her outer thigh, gives it a firm squeeze, hand wandering elsewhere until every inch of her skin is hot to the touch. For a moment his mind drifts away from what his other head is doing, attention diverted momentarily to harder kissing, but he can only put his other head's needs on the backburner and keep a deep, slow, steady pace for a good ten minutes at the most before the lustful, more urgent drive starts to take over.

Self-restraint starts to slip like sand between his fingers as he chases those highs, teeth and lips nipping a little less gently on the side of her neck. With his lips parted he's a little more vocal, a little more hungry with every snap of his hips driving her harder against the springs in her mattress. There's ample time to feel bad about it afterwards if she does feel a lingering, almost bittersweet sort of tingling and aching in her thighs and tailbone well into tomorrow morning.

He'll have his mild, few seconds that feel like long minutes of panic when he gets a little too close to cumming, that awkward burst of maybe... I... should pull out, or-- no-- well she did say-- oh god-- yes-- incoherent thoughts like maybe they should have talked more before they tumbled into bed together like horny, impulsive teenagers. But her legs and her hands keep him close and it's too late now to have that kind of discussion encouched in dirty talk.]

Sarah- [Do people normally pre-empt more than half a second before blowing their loads and making a mess? A vibranium hand curls so tightly in her sheets, he inadvertently pulls one of the corners off from under the mattress, swearing under his breath. Balls deep, cock twitching, abdomen taut and tight from the strain, cumming so hard his voice cracks when he groans - she could be forgiven for thinking this is one of the best nights he's ever had.]

[ Things had started off with a sweetness and each of them exploring each other but time had been too long for either of them to manage to keep things at such a slow and sedate pace. She felt the change in his touch and arced into it, encouraging him all the more with her body.

His kisses intensified with everything else, he was like some sort of force of nature. There was a wildness and untamed quality to him that built with every rocking thrust of his hips. He drove her beyond words into loud sounds that were all but praise for him. He was setting her every nerve on fire and she raked nails down his back and gripped his shoulders hard. ]

[ He called her name and she could only respond with the affirmative, yes, yes dear god yes. she wanted to feel it and to hit one more peak with him. Her hips bucked hard against him meeting the deep thrusts with a grind so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes. She shuddered around him, clinging to him as she shook through her orgasm with the knowledge of them coming together. ]

[ Sarah fell beck to the bed, eyes half lidded and unfocused, breath shallow and ragged. Her arms slid off him to fall weak and useless to the bed, her legs similarly landed on the bed. She was left quaking and making soft sounds of lingering bliss as the aftershocks coursed through her body.

She was in no shape to contemplate what sort of night he was having as she was too blissed out to think of anything much at the moment. ]

[Tempting as it is to just collapse where he's sort-of-kneeling, he somehow manages not to fall on top of her, rolling onto his side next to her as his chest rises and falls while he tries to catch his breath.

It takes him a few minutes of just lying there before his arm creeps over to grab her further hip. A couple more minutes, and Bucky is attempting something that dangerously resembles a nuzzle against her shoulder and the side of her neck.]

Sarah... [His eyes are still closed, and he sounds a little tired. There's a lull of silence as he starts to feel like anything he could say next would be the wrong thing to say. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's worried that things will get awkward.

But then he decides, he's either going to make it awkward, or he's just going to push through with a lingering touch and a couple of wordless soft kisses on her shoulder. It's not the most subtle call for attention but he does seem to just enjoy dipping back into that exploratory phase again, just feeling her up a bit and taking things slow, asking if she's good without using his words.]

[ Oh she's good, she is so damned good right now. Sarah is floating on a cloud of bliss and the little trembles that run through her body are proof enough of that. She blinked slowly, rolling her head to the side to look at him, big dark eyes fixed on him as he moved closer. ]

I like the way you say my name. [ Her voice was only a little above a whisper, partly out of some odd reverence for the shared moment and partly because she'd made her throat a little raw with cries and heard breathing. She reached over to let her fingers stroke his cheek and then slide back through his hair. ]

[ She worked up the energy to roll over toward him, unable to stop the smile that spread wide across her face. She had a beautiful smile and at this moment it was all for him. ]And that was a hell of a lot better than watching tv.

[ She let her hand just ease over him, dragging softly over his shoulder and down his chest. He had scars, she hadn't really had the time or the presence of mind to look at them before but he had a lot of them. Old and silvered lines or rough-edged circles. He hadn't had an easy life nor had he had more pleasure than pain in it. ] Thanks for coming to my rescue tonight.

Yeah? [Bucky cracks a small smile and resists the urge to bury his face in the sheets as she touches his cheek, his hair. He's finding he much likes her touching his hair - gently or roughly or however she likes it - and her buoyant mood is making it easier for him to feel like everything has gone right tonight, and he doesn't need to feel awkward about any developments.

His gaze lingers on her lips, blinking slowly a few times. She could read him the phonebook right now with her quiet, soothing voice and he would have asked for her to start all over again from the first page.]

You came to mine. [He's barely feeling self-conscious right now even when she touches his scars. He's even bold enough to invite himself over, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze.] Can I spend the night here? With you?

[He might change his mind once he starts doubting if he can make it through the night without a nightmare, although he can't take that question back now that it's out there.]

I'd like it if you did, plenty of room here. [ She made a gesture with her free hand to the bed which was, had been, big and empty for one person. Did he honestly think she would send him away or banish him back out to the couch? This poor man had so much going on in his thought process that she couldn't begin to unwind it all. ]

I make damn good breakfast too, when was the last time you had good homemade biscuits and gravy? [ She offered a little extra incentive for him to want to stay. Something that had been passed down by her grandmother, cooking was a tangible way of giving love to people, if you put your heart in something it can nourish a person's body and soul. And Sarah had always remembered that lesson. ]

[ She hefted her body enough to pull the covers out from underneath her, tugging at them to give him a hint to do the same, not that it was all that cold and they were still warm and glowing from moments ago. But she liked to have something on these days just in case. After all, it wasn't unheard of for Sam or someone to just show up at all hours. ] Get under here with me.

[He'll go wherever she tells him to, honestly. Couch or floor or back to his car. The bed is actually nice. Soft, compared to the bed he's made on the floor. He can make do in it for one night. It's easier to get used to with her lying next to him.]

Mmm. Stop. You'll never get rid of me. [Bucky chews on his bottom lip and snickers. He's a small disaster in the kitchen so he tends to eat out, or get takeaway, but there's not too many places around his apartment that sells proper southern food. She'll have him eating out of her hand if she bribes him with gumbo, although, she probably has him eating out of her hand either way.]

Sorry. [He wriggles a bit to let her have the blanket. The sheets are in a bit of a mess but he'll fix that in the morning. There will definitely be some awkward explaining to do if anyone else sees them like this, but for now Bucky isn't thinking about any of that as he slips under the covers and shuffles in close right next to her. He's probably too tired to have a violent awakening although he thinks it prudent to preempt her, just in case.]

I uh. I get. Strange. Dreams. Sometimes. I'll. Try not to wake you. [Not that he can help it, but. At least she won't be too alarmed.]

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