Make yourself comfortable wherever. I just need to change into something more appropriate.
[ Taking off clothes is more fun when there are clothes to actually take off. Plus, she'd secretly shopped for some fancy lingerie just for these instances. ]
He hears her laugh this time, and it brings a smile to his lips to hear. He leaves his phone on the living room table and wanders into the bedroom, which seems like the best place for the first time they try this route. They've discussed some things, made assurances with each other, but it's still all kind of new territory.
He's not in anything particularly fancy, a grey undershirt and a pair of sweats. He's not sure he needs to be in anything else, so sinks down onto the foot of the bed, leaning back on his arms while he waits for Steph.
He isn't sure how this is going to start, but... New and change are things he still struggles with in a lot of ways, and nerves buzz anxiously beneath his skin, butterflies in his stomach and he tries not to get too far in his head about it yet.
She's nervous, too. It's going to be fun, sure, but there had been a reason why he'd asked for this arrangement in the first place, and she doesn't want to mess that up.
She returns to the bedroom wearing his favorite combination: one of his shirts, no pants. The shirt barely manages to conceal the lace underwear she'd procured for the occasion, but she figures she wouldn't have to hold the surprise for long anyway. Hopefully he'll like it. She takes a moment to dim the nightlight and put on some music from her phone; it's a playlist of songs from their time, the ones he'd have slow danced to in the dancehalls. What can she say, she's a romantic at heart.
For a long, long time, Stephanie Rogers had struggled with being comfortable with her body. Her old one had been frail and sickly, so she'd never considered herself beautiful. The serum later transformed it into something many people had fawned over and even objectified, but it still didn't feel like hers. These intimate moments with Bucky, though? He just doesn't make her feel that she's enough, that he sees her. He makes her feel that she's everything.
"Hey, handsome." She settles on his lap with a soft smile, running a hand through his hair while the other comes to rest on his chest. Then she kisses him, though it's quick and chaste, because she has something important to say first. "If, at any point, you feel uncomfortable or you don't want to continue, for whatever reason, just tell me to stop, okay? No explanation necessary."
Bucky's eyes dart toward the movement from her reentering the room and immediately, his eyes roam appreciatively across her figure. "I'm never gonna get tired of you wearing my shirts," he admits and his lower lip finds its way between his teeth.
"Hi..." he murmurs softly as she climbs onto his lap, returning that sweet little kiss. "I will," he promises quietly, reaching up to curl his right hand against her cheek, pulling her closer so he can press his forehead against her own. "I promise..." he licks his lips and draws his thumb against the arch of her cheek. "Do we- do we need a... a safeword or something?" he huffs a soft laugh, but it's tinged with the nerves still buzzing under his skin.
She never imagined she'd ever see him nervous about sex, yet here they are now. A part of her, buried deep within, feels a surge of anger at HYDRA's many sins, but she reins it in. It's going to be okay. They have each other, and they'll get through this together.
"If you want, and if you think you can still think of it when we're in the middle of things. But I'm happy to take no, don't, or stop... in English. Or French, I still remember some French." She can't help teasing; it usually works on him. So does playing with his hair. Because before anything else, she wants him to relax, to feel safe enough to let go and let his guard down.
It's the newness of the situation that's got him anxious, but it's kind of... a good sort of nervous, in a way. He doesn't mind it, and Steph is really good at calming all of that down. Her presence alone does plenty, her fingers carding through his hair is magic.
He chuckles at the kind-of-joke. "So arrêt, then?" he offers and grins up at her. He actually really likes the idea of making it a word in another language- it would make it even easier to notice.
He moves his hand away from her face and curls a long strand of her hair gently around his finger, slowly letting it slide through his fingers until it falls away completely. "Thank you," he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I know you're thinking You don't have to thank me, but... just take it, please?" he kisses her again, one hand at her cheek again, the other siding against her thigh, pausing at her hip. "I love you," he murmurs against her mouth.
"Oui, mon amour." The words don't roll off her tongue as smoothly as they do off his, but that's not important, only that it manages to relax him.
And with that out of the way, they can proceed with the fun part, starting with the kissing. "Okay, but that's the last time I'm taking anything from you tonight, babe," she teases. "I love you too."
Not that she does anything drastic. She just brings her other hand into his hair too and continues to kiss him, moaning softly into his mouth. She takes her time, simply enjoying the kissing, while also observing how he reacts and gauging what he wants. Start kissing lower? Take off their clothes? Just because she's in charge doesn't mean she can't give him what he wants.
i read this one so many times i thought I responded to it already 🤣
He smiles against her lips at the response and can't help kissing her again.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," he purrs in her ear, kissing just below it a second later. All he really wants is her– her lips and hands on him, in any way she felt was right. His hand slides over her side and grips her hip.
If he could just melt into her, he might finally feel like he's getting close enough to her; it's a suffocating thing in the best way that he would never be able to put into words. He chases that feeling a lot.
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[God, he hopes she knows he’s joking.]
We’ll think of something.
I can do that.
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Hell yeah. And with the man of my dreams, too.
Make yourself comfortable wherever. I just need to change into something more appropriate.
[ Taking off clothes is more fun when there are clothes to actually take off. Plus, she'd secretly shopped for some fancy lingerie just for these instances. ]
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He's not in anything particularly fancy, a grey undershirt and a pair of sweats. He's not sure he needs to be in anything else, so sinks down onto the foot of the bed, leaning back on his arms while he waits for Steph.
He isn't sure how this is going to start, but... New and change are things he still struggles with in a lot of ways, and nerves buzz anxiously beneath his skin, butterflies in his stomach and he tries not to get too far in his head about it yet.
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She returns to the bedroom wearing his favorite combination: one of his shirts, no pants. The shirt barely manages to conceal the lace underwear she'd procured for the occasion, but she figures she wouldn't have to hold the surprise for long anyway. Hopefully he'll like it. She takes a moment to dim the nightlight and put on some music from her phone; it's a playlist of songs from their time, the ones he'd have slow danced to in the dancehalls. What can she say, she's a romantic at heart.
For a long, long time, Stephanie Rogers had struggled with being comfortable with her body. Her old one had been frail and sickly, so she'd never considered herself beautiful. The serum later transformed it into something many people had fawned over and even objectified, but it still didn't feel like hers. These intimate moments with Bucky, though? He just doesn't make her feel that she's enough, that he sees her. He makes her feel that she's everything.
"Hey, handsome." She settles on his lap with a soft smile, running a hand through his hair while the other comes to rest on his chest. Then she kisses him, though it's quick and chaste, because she has something important to say first. "If, at any point, you feel uncomfortable or you don't want to continue, for whatever reason, just tell me to stop, okay? No explanation necessary."
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"Hi..." he murmurs softly as she climbs onto his lap, returning that sweet little kiss. "I will," he promises quietly, reaching up to curl his right hand against her cheek, pulling her closer so he can press his forehead against her own. "I promise..." he licks his lips and draws his thumb against the arch of her cheek. "Do we- do we need a... a safeword or something?" he huffs a soft laugh, but it's tinged with the nerves still buzzing under his skin.
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"If you want, and if you think you can still think of it when we're in the middle of things. But I'm happy to take no, don't, or stop... in English. Or French, I still remember some French." She can't help teasing; it usually works on him. So does playing with his hair. Because before anything else, she wants him to relax, to feel safe enough to let go and let his guard down.
stop;
He chuckles at the kind-of-joke. "So arrêt, then?" he offers and grins up at her. He actually really likes the idea of making it a word in another language- it would make it even easier to notice.
He moves his hand away from her face and curls a long strand of her hair gently around his finger, slowly letting it slide through his fingers until it falls away completely. "Thank you," he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I know you're thinking You don't have to thank me, but... just take it, please?" he kisses her again, one hand at her cheek again, the other siding against her thigh, pausing at her hip. "I love you," he murmurs against her mouth.
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And with that out of the way, they can proceed with the fun part, starting with the kissing. "Okay, but that's the last time I'm taking anything from you tonight, babe," she teases. "I love you too."
Not that she does anything drastic. She just brings her other hand into his hair too and continues to kiss him, moaning softly into his mouth. She takes her time, simply enjoying the kissing, while also observing how he reacts and gauging what he wants. Start kissing lower? Take off their clothes? Just because she's in charge doesn't mean she can't give him what he wants.
i read this one so many times i thought I responded to it already 🤣
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," he purrs in her ear, kissing just below it a second later. All he really wants is her– her lips and hands on him, in any way she felt was right. His hand slides over her side and grips her hip.
If he could just melt into her, he might finally feel like he's getting close enough to her; it's a suffocating thing in the best way that he would never be able to put into words. He chases that feeling a lot.