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Yeah you need to get out more if those are your options. But that does make this seem pretty good by comparison. [ She hadn't put on True Blood yet because she wasn't sure how she felt about watching that with someone she felt was attractive. She hadn't done anything like that since... hell since her husband. ]

I'm not worried about you, I'll find a used for you as long as take directions. [ Sarah shrugged, not like there was a lot to it, point the ship and drive. The most of it was the gut instinct for fishing, that came from years of doing it. ]

Only about once or twice a day. [ She finished her glass and set it down on the coffee table, buzz firmly in place. ] But I'm it, I'm all that's left. Sam is occupied. Mom an dad are gone, the boys will be headed off to college and they will have a future out there doing something other than this. So one day I'll sell and retire and that'll be it. But not today and not tomorrow.

[Bucky, a little bit clueless sometimes that he is, hasn't quite picked up on the fact that he's permanently interrupted her marathon. He's happy to shut up if she wants to watch her show but he seems to be quite comfortable lounging around next to her. Well, apart from the fact that he's getting up to play fetch for a few seconds.]

Just bringing the bottle over. [And he'll just top her up by a finger before setting the bottle down on the coffee table and sitting back down again. He's going a little slower with his own drink, but he can catch up before she gets the chance to get too drunk.]

You know, I never thought about that when I signed on. I just-- there was a war. I was young, and cocky, and it was just the right thing to do. These last few years I'm... seeing more and more, what's happening to people who get left behind. Nothing like half the world vanishing to make you feel alone. Makes you wonder where the fight really is sometimes.

[ He got up so she rearranged herself, Shifting more comfortably with her back against the arm of the couch and her knees pulled up to tuck her feet up close to her. She eyed the drink but was going to give it a minute before she had more, she had a very pleasant buzz going right now already. ]

Cute and he does bottle service, not a bad deal. [ She grinned and might have laughed lightly in a way that was most certainly not a giggle if only for the fact that Sarah did not giggle. ]

Doing the right thing, that is a loaded statement. Because right is subjective. Not sayin that there weren't some obvious bad guys in world war two, but these days it's a whole lot more complicated.

[ She nudged him gently with her foot. ] You're not though, you're not alone. Not unless you chose to be.

[That does get a little laugh out of him, and puts more colour in his cheeks than the rum does.] Yeah, you'd be surprised what other features this old, refurbished model comes with.

[He cradles his drink in his lap, chipping away at it slowly and quietly nodding. He could fill his little red notebook with all the things in this new, modern world he needs to catch up on, and still not understand how much times have changed. Things certainly feel a lot less black and white, and oftentimes you can't see the enemy through a rifle-mounted scope anymore.

Even those bad guys in world war 2, what they did to him, heinous as it was, they saved his life. And there were bad guys perfectly comfortable on home turf telling her parents where they could sit, stand, go to school at, what kinds of jobs they could and couldn't have. It's not so clear cut back then as people like to think it was.]

I'd-- well. You did ask for a hand, but I chose to come here. [He turns to flash her a tight-lipped smile, resting a hand on her ankle.]

I like--... [Well, this is awkward. Anything he says would make it sound like he'd come here expecting something, which wasn't the case at all. He falters a bit before he tries to backtrack - salvage? that non-starter with a small smile and a slight duck of his head.]

I like it here.

[ She made some sort of amused sound at that and turned to look at him more seriously, probably a bad idea lord knew how many drinks in and a season and a half into a True Blood marathon. But she did it anyway, she was getting too old to be coy about things and she'd spent too much time raising boys to pretend not to notice things anymore. ]

I did, and you came through for me and I appreciate that. Not as big or grand as saving the world but it means a lot to me. [ She would always be thankful for help, especially nonjudgmental help. People thought that she had everything so together all the time without realizing there were days she was just barely hanging on. She had it together because she didn't have any other choice. If she didn't do it, who would? Sometimes she wondered where she fit into things anymore when her life had become about taking care of everyone and everything else. ]

[ Bucky started to say something and faded out when he did continue it wasn't with what she thought he might have been about to say and found herself disappointed. ] You're welcome anytime. Sam declared that last time you were here and I know the boys think you're cool. That's rare so enjoy it. An I like having you around, so it's an open invitation.

[He wouldn't be so facetious as to pretend that he looks out for the little guy all the time. His friends are usually off doing those big and grand things, sure, and sometimes he tags along. Sometimes he just wants to be somewhere like here.]

You're important to me. [That much he is willing to say with a tight-lipped smile and a small shrug. He doesn't always feel safe to be around, and there are days where even getting out of bed can be a struggle, but she can expect to have him hover around more often on those days where he doesn't feel like such a burden.

Of course, the boys are important too. There's something to be said about sitting next to them watching the game on TV, taking some gentle ribbing from them and dishing it back. Those little doses of normalcy do more for him than they realise.]

You're coming through for me too. [He's not particularly good with words or with initiating contact, but he manages a small squeeze of her ankle which he happens to still be having a hold of and just-- hopes he can get away with that without needing to use his words.]

[ The world is filled with all kinds of people, big and small and they all need some kind of saving sometimes. She doesn't think less of people for being rich and just wished they didn't think less of people who weren't. No, that wasn't exactly true, if she was honest she just wished they thought about people who weren't rich at all. ]

[ But then he has to go and say something like that, and those are words that she hasn't heard in a long time. Words that make her think and swivel the ankle he was currently holding. He came to her rescue, he brought her flowers and booze, he was keeping her company and going to help her tomorrow. There was a lot coming across here without being said at least in her mind, her intoxicated, watching steamy tv distracted mind. ]

[ Sarah pulled back, she looked at him a minute and turned putting her feet on the floor. ] I'm too old, and right now too buzzed to play games so I'm just gonna straight up say something. You tell me if I'm off base with this and that'll be the end of it. Ok?

I like you, maybe a lot. I think you like me, but maybe you're shy or a gentleman or something. I'd like to kiss you if you're ok with that. [ It felt completely heavy handed but necessary to ask to her, given that it had been entirely too long since she'd been in that situation. ]

[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.

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