[ She's been in his room before, fallen asleep with him on his bed even, but it had never been like this except in her head. She watches him intently, for a moment worried that he's going to change his mind, that he won't like what he finds beneath her dress, that he will tell her that he can't do this after all and ask her to leave -- but he does none of those things.
So she smiles; relieved, thrilled, enamored. She feels a rush of heat when she catches the intensity of his gaze and his promise, and her knees grow weak all of a sudden. She's sure neither has anything to do with her existing conditions. ]
I mean, I wasn't gonna, but is that what you want? Cause I could?
( Bucky doesn't want to mess this up, actually, so if she wants poetry and candles he thinks he can rustle that up but he was actually just going to do what he knows how to do and hope that was good enough.
I don't know... [ She laughs softly, ducking her head. She'd said it almost automatically, just like their usual banter, but it actually doesn't feel right to ask. She doesn't want him to think that she's difficult and hard to please and that other girls are more fun to be around. It's embarrasing enough that she's inexperienced.
Though there's one thing she really really wants, which she dares to ask, looking up at him: ] Will you let me sketch you later?
[ More like, if she doesn't pass out from exhaustion. But she's not going to say that. She refuses to let her body get in the way of tonight, especially since she's wanted this for years. She can sleep and recover tomorrow, after he's left. ]
Yeah, naked. I'll place it under my pillow, look at it when I'm feeling frisky.
[ She's nervous, so she's babbling. After all, she's standing in front of him, in his bedroom, in just her underwear. She knows she's not pretty by most people's standards, and not particularly interesting either. Is he sure about this? About her? ]
Nowhere, right this second. I'm not finished undressing you. Can't have sex if half your clothes are still on.
( Bucky steps closer to her and kisses her again. While he does, though, he unhooks her bra and tugs it off to toss onto the floor. He slides his hand up to cup one of her breasts and moves his lips along her jaw and neck and presses them against her ear. )
[ She lets out a sweet little whimper when he cups her breast. This is really happening. He's kissing her, touching her, telling her that she's beautiful. It makes her feel somewhat light-headed, but mostly warm... and restless. She grips the waistband of his pants, then her fingers begin to search for the buttons. Is he wearing a belt? She can't remember, so she just has to feel her way through. ]
You thought about me a lot, huh?
[ More nervous babbling, in between moans and gasps and other sounds of pleasure. ]
( Bucky hooks his hands in her underwear and tugs them down. She's unbuttoned his pants and he shimmies out of them. He isn't in anything but his shorts now and he pushes them away because he desperately needs to be naked.
The entire time, he's kissing her, and he backs her up to the bed as he does. )
[ She has to laugh, though the sound is muffled since they're still kissing. They've both been so so stupid. Could've saved each other a lot of trouble and heartache, really. Could've had more time to enjoy each other.
She pulls back, a little breathless now, to look up at him. ] No more secrets, okay? Our friendship can handle it. Promise?
[ Then her gaze wanders, lower and lower, because they're both completely naked now and it's weird because he's her best friend, yet it's also perfect because he is. She can't imagine being vulnerable with anyone else. ]
( Bucky follows her gaze for a moment and laughs before pushing her back onto the bed. Maybe he should be more delicate about it - Steph is sort of fragile - but he's not thinking about that right now. He's just thinking about finally being with her. )
You see something you like down there or am I failing to measure up to the other nude portraits you've drawn?
[ She'd probably have been offended by the pushing in other circumstances, but this time she just laughs, props herself up on her elbows, and opens her legs suggestively.
It's so easy to have fun around him. So easy to be happy. ]
I'm not sure. I'm gonna need a thorough examination.
Well, I wanna do an examination first. I've been thinking about this longer, I bet. I've been pining for you for a real long time.
( Bucky pushes her down so he can lay alongside her and draws his fingers along the curve of one breast and down the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. )
I knew you had a body under there. Just couldn't tell under all those clothes.
Like what you see, or am I failing to measure up to your expectations?
[ She doesn't say other girls because she doesn't want to upset him again, though she's not pouty this time, but rather hopeful. He's touching her, so surely it can't be that bad? God, she hopes he likes it, because she doesn't want him to stop touching her. ]
You need to hush about not measuring up to anything. To me, you're perfect, and my opinion is the only one that matters.
( Bucky slides his hands all over her body to prove his point, cupping her breasts and slipping his hands down her back to the curve of her ass. She's everything he wants and he doesn't know how to prove that to her. )
[ Well, that does the trick. She lights up, in that way she does when he does something nice for her like read to her while she's sick or hold her hand in public, and when she kisses him, she tries to push him to his back so can get on top of him. ]
You're perfect.
[ He's everything she's imagined and more, and they're even only just getting started. ]
( She's surprisingly strong for someone so small and Bucky falls back onto the bed easily enough. Of course, when he actually wants to fall, it's easy to do it, but he doesn't say that to Steph. It would definitely ruin the moment and he's not going to ruin the moment. )
Nah. Just decently put together. You though, you're a masterpiece.
[ She'll take it this once, though. Bask in all the attention and praise he wants to shower her with. Take in the way he looks at her, that she's finally enough, that she's finally worth loving and being with.
She catches on quickly with the kissing, even lingering on his neck to try to leave him with a love mark. Her hips move restlessly, instinct taking over, and she grabs one of his hands, wanting it between her legs. ]
( God, he's thought about this for so long it feels like he's done it a thousand times but when Steph pulls his hand between her legs, he stops thinking for a moment. It takes him a few seconds to move his fingers and he's shocked at the fact that she's already wet. Maybe he shouldn't be. He pushes at her lightly.)
[ She's thought about this for so long, but nothing she's tried has ever felt as good as him actually touching her. She moans, loudly, then for a second looks mortified that she's done so.
Is that why he wants to get up? She mumbles an embarrassed apology and awkwardly climbs off of him, all of a sudden unsure and worried. Did she do something wrong? Was she too much? She wonders that and more as she settles on her back on the space beside him. ]
[ Oh. Why didn't he just say so? They really have to work on that. Which is quite funny and ironic because she thought they knew each other so well.
But that's not what she's thinking about at the moment. ]
Of course I do. [ Yeah, there's no doubt about that. She can't help blushing though. Both because she's never had anyone do that for her before, and because she's so so looking forward to it. ] I was hoping you would. [ She gives him an indignant look. ] Don't laugh!
Why would I laugh at a perfectly reasonable fantasy like having Bucky Barnes go down on you? At least eighty percent of Brooklyn has that fantasy and only one girl is getting it fulfilled so I think that’s a pretty good score for you.
( Bucky grins at her before he pushes her back against the bed again, mouth trailing kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. It’s high on his fantasy list so he’s glad she wants it too.
He lays a tender kiss on her left hip and kisses his way down her thigh before getting his shoulders between them to open her up wider. He licks a slow stripe against her before looking up to gauge her reaction. )
[ She's laughing when he pushes her back against the bed, but her laughter turns into moaning as he makes his way down her body. God, this is really happening.
The sound he draws out of her with his tongue almost doesn't seem like it could come from such a small, frail girl... but then she'd always had that fire in her, hadn't she? ]
Fuck, yes.
[ She itches to thread her fingers into his hair, but she also really wants to watch, so she fists the sheets instead while she takes in the sight of him between her legs. He's always been handsome, but, fuck, she might even get off from this view alone. ]
( Bucky smiles against her skin and goes at it full throttle then since he's gotten the go ahead that she likes it. It's more careful with Steph than anyone else because he doesn't want to mess it up, doesn't want to turn her off.
He spends a little while just touching her and trying to open her up before following his fingers with his tongue, curling the tip of it against all her sensitive places. )
[ Does it surprise him that she's loud? Probably not. She's always had a fire that could not seem to be contained in her small, fragile body, and this is just a part of that.
She melts into a moaning mess at his touch, but with his tongue she practically unravels. For a moment she feels like she can't breathe, like she's feverish, the sensation unlike anything she's tried on herself. Of course she's tried. She might be sickly, but she has needs and desires too, and a healthy imagination. ]
Buck— [ She rocks her hips, seeking more. ] Oh God—
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So she smiles; relieved, thrilled, enamored. She feels a rush of heat when she catches the intensity of his gaze and his promise, and her knees grow weak all of a sudden. She's sure neither has anything to do with her existing conditions. ]
You gonna recite poetry, James?
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( Bucky doesn't want to mess this up, actually, so if she wants poetry and candles he thinks he can rustle that up but he was actually just going to do what he knows how to do and hope that was good enough.
He's nervous. He's never been nervous. )
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Though there's one thing she really really wants, which she dares to ask, looking up at him: ] Will you let me sketch you later?
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( Bucky grins at her and finishes working on her dress, pushes it off. )
If you have a brain after this, go for it.
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Yeah, naked. I'll place it under my pillow, look at it when I'm feeling frisky.
[ She's nervous, so she's babbling. After all, she's standing in front of him, in his bedroom, in just her underwear. She knows she's not pretty by most people's standards, and not particularly interesting either. Is he sure about this? About her? ]
So, um. Where do you want me...?
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( Bucky steps closer to her and kisses her again. While he does, though, he unhooks her bra and tugs it off to toss onto the floor. He slides his hand up to cup one of her breasts and moves his lips along her jaw and neck and presses them against her ear. )
You're gorgeous, you know. I knew you would be.
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You thought about me a lot, huh?
[ More nervous babbling, in between moans and gasps and other sounds of pleasure. ]
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( Bucky hooks his hands in her underwear and tugs them down. She's unbuttoned his pants and he shimmies out of them. He isn't in anything but his shorts now and he pushes them away because he desperately needs to be naked.
The entire time, he's kissing her, and he backs her up to the bed as he does. )
There's so many things I'm gonna do to you.
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[ She has to laugh, though the sound is muffled since they're still kissing. They've both been so so stupid. Could've saved each other a lot of trouble and heartache, really. Could've had more time to enjoy each other.
She pulls back, a little breathless now, to look up at him. ] No more secrets, okay? Our friendship can handle it. Promise?
[ Then her gaze wanders, lower and lower, because they're both completely naked now and it's weird because he's her best friend, yet it's also perfect because he is. She can't imagine being vulnerable with anyone else. ]
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You see something you like down there or am I failing to measure up to the other nude portraits you've drawn?
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It's so easy to have fun around him. So easy to be happy. ]
I'm not sure. I'm gonna need a thorough examination.
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( Bucky pushes her down so he can lay alongside her and draws his fingers along the curve of one breast and down the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. )
I knew you had a body under there. Just couldn't tell under all those clothes.
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[ She doesn't say other girls because she doesn't want to upset him again, though she's not pouty this time, but rather hopeful. He's touching her, so surely it can't be that bad? God, she hopes he likes it, because she doesn't want him to stop touching her. ]
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( Bucky slides his hands all over her body to prove his point, cupping her breasts and slipping his hands down her back to the curve of her ass. She's everything he wants and he doesn't know how to prove that to her. )
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You're perfect.
[ He's everything she's imagined and more, and they're even only just getting started. ]
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Nah. Just decently put together. You though, you're a masterpiece.
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[ She'll take it this once, though. Bask in all the attention and praise he wants to shower her with. Take in the way he looks at her, that she's finally enough, that she's finally worth loving and being with.
She catches on quickly with the kissing, even lingering on his neck to try to leave him with a love mark. Her hips move restlessly, instinct taking over, and she grabs one of his hands, wanting it between her legs. ]
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Get off me for a second, I want to do something.
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Is that why he wants to get up? She mumbles an embarrassed apology and awkwardly climbs off of him, all of a sudden unsure and worried. Did she do something wrong? Was she too much? She wonders that and more as she settles on her back on the space beside him. ]
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Hey, don’t be scared. I just wanted to get my mouth on you and I couldn’t do it from that position. Unless you don’t want me to?
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But that's not what she's thinking about at the moment. ]
Of course I do. [ Yeah, there's no doubt about that. She can't help blushing though. Both because she's never had anyone do that for her before, and because she's so so looking forward to it. ] I was hoping you would. [ She gives him an indignant look. ] Don't laugh!
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( Bucky grins at her before he pushes her back against the bed again, mouth trailing kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. It’s high on his fantasy list so he’s glad she wants it too.
He lays a tender kiss on her left hip and kisses his way down her thigh before getting his shoulders between them to open her up wider. He licks a slow stripe against her before looking up to gauge her reaction. )
Yes? Still good?
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[ She's laughing when he pushes her back against the bed, but her laughter turns into moaning as he makes his way down her body. God, this is really happening.
The sound he draws out of her with his tongue almost doesn't seem like it could come from such a small, frail girl... but then she'd always had that fire in her, hadn't she? ]
Fuck, yes.
[ She itches to thread her fingers into his hair, but she also really wants to watch, so she fists the sheets instead while she takes in the sight of him between her legs. He's always been handsome, but, fuck, she might even get off from this view alone. ]
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He spends a little while just touching her and trying to open her up before following his fingers with his tongue, curling the tip of it against all her sensitive places. )
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She melts into a moaning mess at his touch, but with his tongue she practically unravels. For a moment she feels like she can't breathe, like she's feverish, the sensation unlike anything she's tried on herself. Of course she's tried. She might be sickly, but she has needs and desires too, and a healthy imagination. ]
Buck— [ She rocks her hips, seeking more. ] Oh God—
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