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Good is... good. [ She didn't have to know the details to know Bucky was haunted, Sam had told her enough and she'd seen how he slept in the past, or more accurately how he didn't. Though he'd seemed to be starting to relax more when he was around the house and the kids. ]

[ Sarah made a sound of agreement allowing herself to relax into an easy rest. He started it now he had to deal with the fact that she was going to take advantage of it. ]

You can help, might even learn something. The biscuits take work but they are worth the effort. [ The gravy was just standard, for someone who had been making it for years anyway. She'd made this countless times since she was a girl, but it would be interesting teaching him. ]

[This old dog might even surprise her with a couple new tricks. You never know. He lifts his head a bit even though he can't see her properly from that proximity and that angle, and then he settles back down again. His hand keeps an idle, aimless sort of stroking, fingertips caressing the lower part of her arm before moving towards the outside of her leg.]

Where'd you learn to make biscuits anyway? Old family recipe? [He's had plenty of great biscuits during his time and plenty of dry, brittle, forgettable ones too. Like anything else, he imagines it's easy enough to make a passable one, but to make a good one that's soft and flaky and buttery, she's going to have to give him orders and be strict about him not fooling around with the dough.]

I eat out a lot. [Which means that sometimes he doesn't eat at all. If it wasn't for Sam checking in on him every once in a while and some of his routines, he'd probably go for days without even leaving the apartment.

Anyway, cooking for one is a chore, even if he could do it well.] Maybe you'll wean me off pizza three times a week. [He cracks a smile and ducks his head again, nestling in close.]

[ She nodded, enjoying the feel of his touch across her skin. God, it had been a long damn time since she'd felt that especially in a quiet moment like this. ] I learned from Grann, I used to help her cook sometimes. Especially Sundays when we'd get everyone together.

[ Those were good memories, Grann and Grampe passed when she was young, her parents after Sam had enlisted. It was just her for a while. Probably why she had no problem rushing into marriage and it wasn't a bad decision for her, he was a good man. And she got two beautiful boys. There was just so much that she'd lost and it might seem silly that she missed the loud house full of talk on Sundays.

So that settled it, she was going to turn up the music and make breakfast for them. Whenever they decided to get out of bed. ]

You know that's no way to live, right? You need better food than what usual take-out is. [ He'd probably wind up going home with a care package of food. ]

Hey, you sleep ok? I don't think you woke me up at all.

[He can only imagine the roar of life that the walls would have tried to contain when the whole family was around back then. He's never had a big family of his own to contend with, but the thought of it was always nice. It was something worth fighting for other people to have. Made everything worthwhile.]

Cooking for yourself feels like a hassle. [It's an excuse, he knows. It certainly doesn't help that he lives in a place where he can get takeout anywhere anytime he likes - theoretically, anyway.]

Maybe you're right. Maybe I haven't really been living. [She hasn't yet met his therapist but if Sarah can talk some sense into Bucky, they might just turn out to be good allies.]

I slept okay though. [That's the first step to living, maybe. Or at least it's the first step to normalcy. The kind of uneventful sleep that most people probably take for granted.] Sometimes I... don't. [He doubts she wants to hear all about it so he just idly plucks at a bit of loose thread in the blanket before sliding his hand back to rubbing her leg again.]

Must have been something you said. [He looks up at her again with a teasing little smile.]

Or maybe you just got some real good exercise before falling asleep. [ She snickered, because clearly a woman as mature as Sarah Wilson would never giggle like a teenager.

But she was smiling when that little bubble of mirth finally ended and she looked at him. No fear, nor reservation, there was nothing in her eyes that said she was holding back or afraid. Whatever this was, and not feeling the need to stick labels on it maybe helped, she was all in for it. ]

You should come down more often though, get some real food, spend time with people who don't want to fight you or make you fight. I think it'd be good for you. [ She really did too. She thought that for Sam as well but that was more like talking to a brick wall. Eventually, he'd figure things out but he had his hands full right now with the changes to his status. ]

You know the boys talk about you two at school? Mmhmm. You've made them pretty popular. Nephews of Captain America and friends with the, well they call you Bucky. We don't really use the title here much. [ The boys knew what they needed to know about his past and she was content to leave it at that. If he wanted to tell them more that was his story to share. ]

Mmm. 'Exercise.' [Is that what they're calling it? Don't mind Bucky indulging in an old little flareup of a playful streak then, as he wraps his arms around her and tries to roll her down onto her back, plant a kiss on her chest as he moves to get on all fours, admiring her from above. He doesn't spend a lot of time looking at anyone up close.]

Yeah. I should... start doing things that are good for me. [He's not sure he'll ever be free from the fight. At the end of the day he's an acquired government asset. Whatever anyone says about him going back to the civilian life and finding something workable during peace time and all that, he knows will be short-lived until the next major incident.

But there's no fight right now. And the people here are nice, welcoming. Sarah is... ...well. Nice and welcoming also. He could have a Wakanda away from Wakanda, and it could be a place like this.]

They can call me whatever they like. I'd still take them to school and make them look cool. [Assuming their friends aren't scared of him, that is. He knows his own bad rep better than anyone else, but he's met with members of the local community before, and they should know he's just another of the Wilsons' family friends. He won't bring them any trouble. Knowing the kids though, there'd probably be dozens of them keen to try to yank his arm off.]

After you and I um... finish some unfinished business first, of course. [He dips in low for another kiss.] Like uh... breakfast. [Was that what they were talking about before? He forgot.]

[ Forgive the little laughing scream she made when he moved them. She was still laughing and smiling when she ended up looking up at him. A nod and her hands slid up his arms and continued on into his hair. ] You really should do more things that are good for you.

[ She already knew how the kids at school would react to him, and how proud A.J. and Cass would be thrilled to have him there. The boys adored him and had often talked about Bucky with that unreserved wonder and a little idol worship. Not that they weren't still boys but there was a little of that wow still happening. ]

[ She knew there was a different kind of wow with her as he bent in for another kiss and she lingered in it, fingers carding back through his hair. ] Mmmhmm breakfast. But I'm gonna want a shower first.

[He's no Captain America, or Iron Man, or any kind of idol they can put on lunchboxes and cereal packaging. He's not even all that interested in being one of those kinds of larger-than-life figures. That they think Bucky's cool enough to hang with them is more than enough for him.

He goes a little weak in the knees when her hand slips into his hair and a soft little moan gets muffled against her skin. No, this is a little dangerous. She might get him in the mood for more than just playful snuggles and rolling around in bed.]

Mmm yeah. Shower. Guess I should let you go. [He doesn't want to, but reluctantly he'll shuffle to the side so she can make her escape when she's ready to get up. She hasn't seen him having one of those days where he ends up sitting for hours on the shower floor, but today isn't likely to turn out that way if this morning is anything to go by.]

You could do that. [ Sarah nodded and stroked his cheek before sliding out of bed and stretching her back with a pop. ] Or you could come with me. Assuming your waterproof.

[ She smirked and shrugged letting him know that was his decision to make and he was welcome to make it either way. But she needed to get clean. Her morning rituals were quick and based on years of doing the same thing, teeth brushed, face scrubbed, hair covered and into the shower. One of the hazards of old houses was old plumbing, shed had to fix hers as much as she'd had to work on the boat but a few years back she had to splurge on a new water heater when the old one went out and she had never regretted it since.

She basked in the steamy water and soft scent of flowers and spice that made up her soap. The heat and spray of the shower worked wonders to loosen up her back and unknot the muscles and aches that came from her 'exercise' the previous evening. A pleasant reminder of how nice that had all been. ]

I'm not, really. I might shrink and short-circuit. And then you'll have to drag me out and throw me on top of last night's trash. [He's only joking of course. Tempting as it is to just stay in bed while she gets cleaned up, he lasts for a few minutes maybe just lying there listening to the water start to run, and then he pushes himself up with a groan.

Yeah he should probably grab a new toothbrush - find a space for it? Is this going to be A Thing? Or maybe just take it with him and not make it A Thing (not...yet? anyway) - shower, put last night's clothes on.

He gets as far as the brushing his teeth part, and then he kind of wants to join her in the shower. And if she lets him, he also kind of wants to give her a minty kiss while she's under the spray of the hot water. And did he mention that he also kind of wants to rub her hips and nuzzle a bit and not care about getting soap in his mouth?

He figures there'll be plenty of time later to keep his hands to himself and actually make himself useful instead of just piling the distractions on. Right now is a good time for those kind of-maybe-should spontaneous intimacies.]

[ It wasn't much of a surprise to hear the sink running and only slightly more surprising when he stepped into the shower with her. She welcomed him into the steam and heat with arms going around his shoulders.

A series of fresh, flavored kisses have him held close. Skin slippery with soap easy in the press and slide against each other.

She hoped this would be A Thing, waking up with him this morning, and falling asleep with him the previous night, had been wonderful. Further nights or days would be a precious addition. ]

This is nice.[ She sighed to both his touch and his mouth on her. ]

[Water rolling down his hair running down his face keeps his head bowed as he groans and takes his kisses nice and slow with her. By no conscious effort did his hands move, but they do end up gravitating lower and lower until he's grabbing and squeezing her ass, playfully nipping at her upper lip.

It's easy to forget they're in a small, confined area until his knee awkwardly hits the wall. The kissing stops abruptly and he laughs it off before dipping in close, kissing and sucking gently on a spot he's fixated on on the curve between her neck and shoulder.]

I'll let you out, after your fingers prune. [And not a moment before that. He's not done nuzzling and kissing and rubbing - although he should probably make those hands useful and at least put some soap on them. The thought occurs to him belatedly, but she's already smelling nice, and he's not sure which bottle to attack. Maybe he'll let her take the lead on that one, if she wants him to.]

Mmm. We should do it the other way around next time. [He steals a few more kisses and bumps his forehead against hers gently.] Have sex in the shower and... make out in bed.

God, I missed this. [ She managed between kisses, her head tipped back when he moved along her neck and shoulder making her shiver in all the best ways. ]

Fair warning then, you might get me going again. [ Her hands slid over him as well, around his back and up to his shoulders, back around and across his chest. She took a bar of soap mild and clean smelling and ran it over his chest and shoulders.

Strong fingers worked his shoulders and up along the back of his neck. Heat and steam aided to let her soothe his muscles as tense as they were even now when he was as relaxed as she'd ever seen him. ]

We could always try it that way and see how it goes. [ She grinned at him turning, them so he was more directly under the spray. ]

That's okay. [He'd be flattered, even. For once he doesn't seem so self-conscious about all his scars, letting her lavish his body with a kind of attention it's not used to receiving since they stopped poking needles and sticking scalpels into him.

He made an obscene noise when she started kneading a couple of knots out of his upper back. The pain isn't so pleasant but the relief that follows makes it worth enduring. It must be a sad and sorry sight, being so touch-starved and craving this, even though she might be in similar shoes.]

We'd never get out of bed. [And that's not a bad thing, to Bucky. They would just be trapped in this cycle between bed and shower, getting clean and getting dirty over and over again. His hands linger on her hips, and he keeps one eye shut as water drips from his hair and rolls down half his face. Yes he can feel the beginnings of a stirring of what he wants, but he's trying to take things slow, rubbing her sides up to where he's taking her hand and rocking his hips against hers in a slow and silent dance.

He's just checked by brushing his thumb over her fingers that they're not pruning yet. Plenty enough time to stroke her chin, cup the side of her face and kiss her again.]

She's not rushing anything either, it's been a while for both of them and there was no reason at the present time to feel like this needed to be hurried. So instead she just kept working on him, though she did pause long enough to pour some body wash in her hands, it wasn't floral or fancy, just simple and clean smelling.

She lathered up his skin and suddenly things were not only hot and wet but also very slippery between them. Which was in her mind at least all sorts of interesting. Sarah used her body along with her hands on him the presence of soft curves against him and warm strong hands running over him adding soap to his skin.

Maybe every once and a while getting out of bed is overrated. [ She snickered and used her thumb along his jaw to draw his face up as they both seemed to get the same idea at the same time and leaned in for that kiss. Neither of them was pruned yet but she was quickly finding the shower a bit confining for the sort of movement things could lead to.

Still, that was a ways off, she just enjoyed the kiss and deepened it further. ]

[Oh no, she's right, getting each other going is definitely not one of their best ideas, especially now that they're both wet and slick and can't keep their hands off each other. He rubs his hands over her stomach and behind her back, fingers trailing up towards her shoulderblades and settling back down on her waist and hip.

She draws a low growl out of him as she kneads a stiff knot out of his back and rubs a foamy spread down over his scarred side.]

I think I'm rubbing off on you... [And he's pretty sure that makes him a bad influence. His grip tightens in her side and he pulls her flush against his body, grinding his hips eagerly against hers and not particularly caring when he gets soap in his mouth from biting kisses down the side of her neck.]

This is a... This is-- mmmh. [He's not sure if getting out of the shower is the right thing to do. Feels rather wrong at the moment. Maybe he's thinking too much with the wrong head though.]

[ Oh it was just terrible, a terrible thing that his hands pulled her close and her own slid down to cup his butt. All in the name of cleaning of course. Soap was everywhere and making them slippery against each other. ]

I never minded a little rubbing. [ She murmured back, her hips pressing to him enjoying the feel of him thickening against her. ]

This is good? [ She kissed his temple. ] This is nice? [ She slid her thigh between his and ground against him. ] This is hot? [ She moved them back to rinse under the shower spray before she took his face in her hands and drew him up for a kiss. ]

I want you, right here, right now.

[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.]

[ There's a lot going on in general and she was all for it. He might not have wanted to push her back to the wall but Sarah had no such issues about it. Cold tile would warm in time, when was the last time she... no there had never been a time quite like this before. Being with him was something totally different. ]

I don't think I'm in any mood to relax. [ After that it was moans and soft curses in multiple languages, creole rolling off her tongue between demanding kisses as he sunk himself deep in her.

He might have been aiming for restraint but Sarah was not, she hooked her leg high up on his hip and arched into movement with him, her hands grabbing at his shoulder to support herself. She was wet inside and out making things slick and easy and heated for more.]

[Being constantly concerned about hurting her isn't going to allow him to have a good time, and to be fair even if she was getting plenty of action, he honestly doubts that she would have been with people who could easily hurt her if they're not careful. But her eagerness helps assuage him of his worries, and he's never heard anything sexier than whatever it was she'd just said. He can't plough her into the bed and make her feel it all the way up her tailbone like this, but he can maintain a regular rhythm of her lower back thumping against the wall while keenly moaning between their lips. Whatever they aren't doing in bed they are making up for by being in the shower, where they don't have to worry about making too much of a mess.

He wants to pick her up, which he signals with his other hand tightening his grip on her hip. What even is the point of getting shot up with serum if he can't use it to have a little wild, rough time having sex with someone he cares about, who actually cares about him in return?

He can fuck her deeper and harder once he's got her right where he wants her, a little higher up against the wall which incidentally also lets them kiss at a better angle. So he does, pausing for a half second every time he's in so deep he can feel her clenching all the way down the length of his cock and she draws another little noise out of him. Though, he's not the best at multitasking, so he seems to get distracted from their kissing at regular intervals until she reminds him with her tongue and with her groans.

They can work on that, since he'll be coming back for more. A lot more.]

[ True, her sex life was limited and more so to that she'd only been with normal guys, but that didn't mean she wasn't eager with him. The fact that he wasn't just any guy was a bonus really here was someone who understood the problems in the life of someone who ran with superheroes. She'd never have to explain the strangeness of Sam and his odd hours. She'd never have to worry about him the way she would a regular guy.

Sarah found herself hefted up with little more effort than she might use to pick up groceries. That was a surprising turn-on for her, she never knew she was into being manhandled. But damn. She arched back against the wall and wrapped her legs around his hips, moving with him and gripping his shoulders.

She groaned into his kisses pure pleasure and abandon. He can be forgiven for losing track of things because what he was doing was so damned good. Toe-curling, eye-rolling bliss that had her calling out his name.

She didn't have as much freedom of movement as she'd like but she could and did use her muscles. She rolled her hips as well as she could and bore down on him working herself closer to orgasm. ]

[To be fair - and despite the fact that Bucky's got Sam's back in ways most other people can't be there for him - she would still have to worry about him in other ways. But he tries not to let the cracks in his façade show. He feels better around her in ways he doesn't feel better around just about anyone else. If he was any good with his words, he'd tell her as much, too.

But he doesn't really have the presence of mind to talk right now, and certainly not anything too deep. His fingertips and blunt nails scrape against the shower wall as his kisses turn into a chain of gentle nips and bites. He has to hold back a bit if he doesn't want to hurt her, but he's holding back less and less the closer they both get to cumming in each other's arms again.

He nudges her a little higher so he can brush his lips over her collarbone, nibble his way gently down to flick his tongue over her nipple, her skin sporting a wet, glistening sheen from the shower water. There's something almost mischievous in the glint in his eyes as he teases at biting down hard enough to hurt, but it stops at a gentle nip and harsher kisses. At least he's not sucking at a spot on the side of her neck that would be highly visible for the rest of the day once they get out of the shower.

If they ever get out of the shower, at this rate. Even Bucky wasn't completely aware of how much pent up... energy he's got to expend.]

Sarah... [There's a tension in his jaw; she's getting him close, and yes, he's fully blaming her for these fortunate circumstances. If he really let himself go, he'd probably hurt her with how much he'd want to throw her around, pin her down, curve her back to meet his hips where he can fuck her deeper and harder and bite altogether too hard, and then make it up to her with a thousand kisses over every inch of her body just so that she'd forgive him enough to let him do it all over again.

His hands are currently too occupied to do anything - dropping her would be nothing short of disastrous - but she manages to pry soft little whines and moans from him regardless every time she takes him all the way in.] Mmf-- [He nearly fumbles, and his lips find their way back to hers hurriedly in a futile attempt to stifle his groans. She could be forgiven for thinking he doesn't feel any of the sweet little aches that last night should have inflicted upon him.]

[ Thankfully he was cognizant of her limitations as a mere mortal otherwise she would have ended up with all sorts of injuries from all this and worst of all probably not caring in the least. At least not until it came time for her to actually do things. Then it would be inconvenient.

Until then she was every bit as willing to contribute to their mutually building pleasure as he was. Firm hard grip on his hair gave tugs now and again when he hit a particularly good spot with lips or lower. She had less freedom of movement this way but there was something incredibly sexy in how he was just taking everything to the next level. It was unlike any sexual experience she'd had before and she wasn't sure if this was a baseline for him or just because it had been so long.

Not that she was even close to complaining, no the only sounds that came from her were flowery curses in multiple languages the dripped like honey from her tongue. A word of praise when he captured her nipple, a word of surprise at a sharp, deep thrust of his hips. She was captivated by it all.

And then he spoke her name, it sounded so needful and desperate so filled with wanting and desire that there was no way she could help be react to it. ] You gonna cum, James?

[ Her voice dropped sultry and low, she whispered against his lips when he moved to kiss her. sliding just to the side letting him have her cheek instead. ] Do it, I want to feel you inside me.

[ She murmured to his ear, and her voice was low and rich and with every note in it commanding not asking. ] I want to hear you when you do. I want to know that was because of us being together.

[ The notion was more of a turn-on than she could put into words, but the tone carried her intent pretty well. ]

[If he was in any proper, coherent state of mind, he would have insisted he wasn't blushing - maybe he's just a little redder in the cheeks from the heat, or the exertion - but the only dirty talk he gets is right before somebody starts throwing punches or taking the safety off to shoot at him. So when she does it, the way she says it with her fist in his hair and her legs wrapped tight around his hips has him practically whimpering; a sure sign that she has him weak in the knees right where she wants him.

He's so eager to please and takes commands so easily, seven parts craving the validation and approval and three parts not really knowing what else to do with himself, that she didn't need to tell him twice. He barely remembers he needs to keep a solid hold on her, a vibranium hand splayed against her lower back, fingertips digging in just slightly holding her body securely against him.

The shower wall she's leaning against rumbles against her back with how hard he slams his other hand against it when he cums, an awkward squeak from the wet surface drowned out by his inability to stifle himself from crying out, voice cracking and breaking under the strain of a low, desperate-sounding growl. His cock twitches inside her with every involuntary little contraction filling her up slow and deep as though she hadn't already got him cumming last night. At this rate she'll milk him dry and he won't have the energy to keep up with her boys when they get home.]

Oh my god-- [His voice is still raspy, barely an audible crackle of a whisper as she leaves him feeling raw and sensitive, panting for air. Somehow he managed not to put a hole through her shower wall, which would have made things very inconvenient, but he apologises as though he did anyway.]

[ She'd never seen or heard anything so passionate or desperate in her life, it was intense enough to have her just frozen taking it all in. No pun intended in her thinking it was just never having seen anyone give themselves over so wholly to a climax before. It was thrilling and felt powerful that she'd sent him into that tailspin of feeling.

He has her right on the edge and then there is the throb so strong she can feel it, timed with his breathing and those geep guttural grunts of his. Each hard exhale through his nose as though he's afraid of what will come up when he opens his mouth. His face a mask of pleasure so intense it could be pain until his tight lip softens and his brows rais in release. Jesus, he's so pretty and looks so lost in that moment. ]

[ She hooked one arm tight around him, the other running between them to slip down between her lips and tease at her clit. ]Right here. This is where you belong. With me.

[ She rolled her hips to bring her to that same edge, her hand finishing the job while she basked in the thrill of making him cum she took care of getting her own. she held him tight and almost greedily to her. Bodies still damp and cooling quickly, his breath in short pants and her own just as ragged. Her fingers knew exactly how much pressure and speed with the added bonus of him inside her it only took moments before she was holding him tightly in other respects.

Sarah folded herself around him and shuddered through her climax, poetry of his name and phrases he knew and others he did not rained from her lips.

She was sure as hell going to feel this later, but right now she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed to kiss him and feel him against her. And she did just that. ]

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