"Fuck," Steph moaned, as Bucky did not waste any time and went straight for her weak spots. They were idiots, sure, but they were idiots who knew each other well.
It took her a second to get her brain going again. What were they talking about just now? Oh, right. "They'll be surprised we weren't married yet." She slipped a hand into his hair, while the other came to rest on his back. She kept her legs open though, planting her feet against the mattress. "Some actually believe we were, before the war, and the records just got lost and everything."
She watched him take her nipple into his mouth and play with it, loving that she gets to see and experience this side of him now. She would sketch this later, and capture that hunger, that desire, in his beautiful blue eyes.
Bucky slid a finger into Steph as he teased her nipple, sucking and nipping at it before releasing it with a pop. "I'd say maybe we could convince someone we just needed a new copy of a license made, kinda trick the government that way, but I think I'd rather actually marry you. Even if it's just me and you at the courthouse like we've decided."
Bucky didn't spend a lot of time fingering her though. Soon he removed his hand and shifted so he could rub the head of his cock between her folds instead, then began to slowly press into her. Groaning softly, Bucky grinned up at her before stretching up to kiss her again. "I love you, Stephanie soon-to-be-Barnes." It was dumb and he knew it, but he loved hearing her name followed by his.
Steph's grip tightened as Bucky pushed himself in. "Fuck," she hissed with gritted teeth, then shook her head with an amused smile when he looked up at her worriedly. "I'm fine. It's just... the serum, I think it wants to keep me a virgin forever." She slept for two days and she was as tight as the first time again, the hell. It wasn't a bad thing necessarily, she'd had far worse pains, but she didn't want to think about the repercussions if they wanted to try for children. She made a note to see to that at some point. Someone had to know how to deal with this level of regeneration, even though nobody had ever successfully replicated the serum.
Her smile brightened at the dumb name he called her by. Yeah, it was dumb, but she loved it. "I don't know, maybe I'll hyphenate," she teased, kissing him back. She shifted her hips tentatively, only to groan and shut her eyes. "Fuck, what have you got down there?" she asked teasingly, as if she hadn't been sucking on his cock two days ago.
Bucky stopped his hips, not pulling out but trying to give her time to adjust. "Guess that means that I'll have to spend more time on foreplay in the future, huh?" Spending more time making sure Steph feels good and enjoys herself? Oh no. What a terrible hardship.
He knew she was teasing about the name though. Bucky knew Steph far too well to not recognize that tone. "Hyphenate if you want, either way you'll be my wife," he chuckled as he tilted his head down to kiss and nip at her neck, having learned that her neck was sensitive. (His was, too, but he was making this about her, dammit.) "And if anybody knows what I've got down there it's you. You've been more up close and personal with it than anyone else has."
"And just more time for sex, in general," Steph agreed with a grin. Look, the time they had to make up for included that department. They'd had so many missed opportunities already.
Her eyes fluttered closed when Bucky nipped at her neck, and she hoped he would try to leave a hickey or two even if the serum wouldn't let those stay on for long either. "Mmm," she murmured distractedly. "I'm gonna have to check again later, take some measurements." She moved her hips slowly, tentatively for a while, and, bless him, he let her ease into it before picking up the pace, though it still wasn't as hard or fast as they'd gone two days ago.
"So what was your wildest fantasy about me?" she asked suddenly. Look, she just wanted to make him happy.
"Oh, we'll make plenty of time for sex, baby doll. Don't worry about that," Bucky smirked as he began moving slowly inside her, not wanting to push her too hard too fast. "And you're welcome to double-check my dick any time you want. What's mine is yours, right?" Plus, getting it up close and personal with the beautiful woman under him was just a treat in itself.
The sudden question made Bucky laugh a bit, though. "What era do you want to know about?" he teased before biting gently at her ear. "When we were young, I'd picture getting you off on the Ferris Wheel." The one at Coney Island had enclosed cars, after all. "But I'm not big on heights anymore. Then, in the Army, I'd picture pulling you out of earshot of the guys to make love to you in the woods when we were at camp. There wasn't really anywhere else to do it discreetly."
"On the Ferris Wheel, really? You thought you were that good?" Steph couldn't help teasing even as they moved together; that was one thing about them that would never change. Though joking aside, Bucky would have gotten her off had he tried it.
Of course, it was only fair she answer her own question, so she said, when he prompted her for hers, "You going down on me, and not in the dark or you going under my skirt, but where I can see you the whole time. You know how the boys at school talked about how they would never do that, so I wondered if you would, and how you'd look if you did." If he'd noticed how wet she'd been when she sat on his face the other night, that was why.
She curled a leg around his hip. "Then in the Army, I just thought about surprising you in your tent. Then we'd try to be quiet, but we're not, but also fuck it, I'm Lady Liberty, I can do whatever I want." Which she did for the most part, at least when it came to fighting Nazis, and he always, always had her back no matter how unhinged her plan was.
"Hey, it was a fantasy. I wanted to be that good, at least for you." Bucky chuckled a bit, glad that they could tease each other during sex, and that it didn't have to be a purely serious affair. He was serious enough the rest of the time anyway. "First time I found out what going down on a girl meant, I pictured going down on you and immediately thought the other guys were nuts for saying they'd never do that for their girls."
"I mean, to be fair, you did surprise me in my tent a few times. They were just... after rough days where we didn't want to be alone." There had been no sex, just curling up together like they'd done since they were young. Like the best friends they were, hiding their real feelings from each other.
Looking back, they were idiots.
His hand moved to grip at the back of Steph's thigh when she wrapped her leg around him, and his thrusts became just a bit sharper. "Recent years my fantasies were just about you telling me you loved me, though." More than anything he had just wanted to get to the point where he felt like his head was on straight enough to be safe to be around her, to just be by her side. Bucky genuinely thought Steph loving him as anything more than a friend was just a fantasy. "But all my fantasies involved you saying you loved me."
"Yeah. But I also just... wanted to be there in case you wanted, or needed, to let off some steam, you know? Or if you even wanted to just, I dunno, brag to your friends that you fucked Lady Liberty or something," Steph admitted with a sad smile. She'd been desperate for Bucky's affections back then, especially back then, when death and the horrors of war were constantly on their heels, when she worried every single day that he was going to die and she couldn't protect him. Desperate enough to be willing to give him anything he needed or wanted, but not desperate enough to make the move and scare him off.
Then her face turned redder as she confessed, with a soft laugh, "After you pulled me out of the river I started to fantasize you'd just show up at my place one day, and you remembered me again. Then we'd fuck hard and rough; bruising, biting, you holding me down or pinning me to walls, stuff like that." Her expression sobered. "Then I just wanted to find you, and for you to remember me, no sex necessary. Then you were gone again and I... I regretted not telling you that I loved you."
Which had led her to telling him in the middle of a battlefield. She had no regrets. Especially because they were together now, naked and having sex and getting married.
Her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, she pulled him down by the hair to kiss him and say, "I love you, Buck. I'll tell you whenever I can, and whenever you like." It was said that actions spoke louder than words, and she'd never been short on action — agreeing to be a test subject for a freak science experiment for a chance to join him on the front lines, rushing into enemy territory to rescue him, giving herself up so he could complete his mission, turning her back on her friends and going on the run because she chose him. But sometimes words still had to be said. "I'll always love you, and I'll always choose you."
"Hey, I would never have gone around bragging about fucking Lady Liberty. I had more class than that," Bucky said, grinning down at her. "Mighta bragged about bagging my dream girl, though." Especially since the guys were well aware of how he felt about her. Hell, they knew when all he had was a picture of a skinny little thing to show them.
Moaning into the kiss when she pulled him down, Bucky began to thrust harder into her, chasing the pleasure he could feel bubbling up low in him. "I love you, too, Steph. Always have, always will."
Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss before pulling back to speak again. "I'm getting close, sweetheart," he said, breathing a bit more harsh. "What do you need?" He wanted her to get off, too, dammit.
"Just a little push, baby," Steph moaned, reaching for Bucky's hand and guiding it to her clit, then using her fingers to spread her folds. She also tipped her head back to expose her neck, hoping that he would take the hint. She wasn't quite close yet, but hitting some of her sensitive points at the same time should do the trick.
A loud groan escaped her once he did. Her injuries and the adrenaline rush from the battle had left her memories of their first night together a bit hazy, but now she was fully paying attention. Fuck, she never expected to ever hear him moaning and panting in pleasure, which were now some of her favorite sounds in the universe. Or that the squelching sound as he slammed into her and her wetness trickling to her ass would be so arousing. Or that she would whimper, "Harder, Buck," and moan so much that her string of 'yes's and 'fuck's would slur together as if she was drunk.
Or that once she hit the edge it would be nothing like the high from her asthma cigarettes or jumping off a plane without a parachute. Crying out, she curled her other leg around him then too, and held on so tightly to him while she trembled that she probably would've crushed any other man.
Bucky had been trying to hold out until he could get Steph to the edge, too, so he followed every instruction she gave him. When Steph clung to him and cried out he let go, moaning her name as he released inside of her.
Once he was spent, Bucky stopped holding himself up, letting his weight rest on top of her. If anyone could handle it, it was Captain America. "Fuck, I love you, Steph," he said between heavy breaths. He wasn't tired exactly; it would take a hell of a lot more than that to get him genuinely tired, but he was... spent really was the word. "We sure do have a lot of sex to make up for, don't we?"
Steph uncurled her limbs from around him and collapsed into the mattress, panting. Bucky's body was a welcome weight on top of her, like a warm blanket, and for a moment she felt like dozing off.
"Love you too, Buck." Eyes still shut, she brought an arm back around him to keep him close. "Shit, that was so fucking good. Worth the wait," she teased, though she would have slept with him in high school had he wanted to.
Her expression was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes to look at him. Trailing her fingertips down his cheek, she whispered, almost reverently, "How did I get so lucky?"
There was no risk of Bucky pulling away from her then. He might not even pull away immediately when their food got there. He was much too comfortable lying on top of Steph as he caught his breath. "At least I didn't know what exactly I was missing out on before," he said with a soft chuckle. "Always knew it would be good, but didn't know it'd be that good."
Smiling softly, Bucky looked back at her with half-lidded eyes. "It's simple," he began, then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You picked me when I was young and upbeat, and you're too damn stubborn to change your mind." He was teasing. Sort of. Half-teasing. Bucky had done the same, but Steph hadn't really been upbeat when they were young.
"Please, you were the only boy worth noticing." Sure, there had been other cute boys, but they were bullies and Steph would rather punch their faces in than kiss them. (Bucky really did most of the punching.)
She hoped for a bit of luck for once, that their food order would take longer to arrive. It was much too comfortable to move, and she liked how deeply and tightly wedged he was inside her. He would have to get used to her wanting it now, and it wasn't just to make up for lost time.
"You're gonna have to make a list of new fantasies now, because those old ones are gonna get crossed out really quickly." Heights might not be an option anymore, but she had an idea for the Ferris Wheel one.
Grinning, Bucky ran the tip of his nose along Steph's jawline gently. "And you were the only girl I noticed." Sure, he'd taken other girls on dates here and there. But he'd turned down any advances they made, hadn't he? And he only really took them out in the first place because folks got strange when a guy seemed fine with staying single.
And it took a while, but not getting serious with anyone else seemed to work out for him. How else would he have ended up engaged to his favorite person to ever live, naked and wrapped in her, in bed?
"I can probably come up with something," he started, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the side of her neck. "But you know I've never been all that creative. That was always your job."
"Hey, I just want you to have the best time." They weren't really at all that different in how they loved each other. Steph wanted to take care of him, to give him the things she couldn't when they were younger and poorer, to make him happy. And not because Bucky might leave her if he wasn't satisfied. They'd stuck by each other's side even when they thought their love was unrequited, didn't they?
She kissed the top of his head. "So where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" With everything that still needed to be done, they might need two; one for immediately after they make things official at the courthouse, and another once the Avengers stuff had been settled. "Somewhere warm, yeah? I'll wear a bikini, a really skimpy one, and we'll have a private beach and everything."
"I'm already having the best time, Steph." Bucky was with her, that was all he needed.
Okay, that was a stretch. He needed other things, too, like food and sleep and probably some sort of brain scan or something, but he needed Steph. Bucky was pretty sure she kept his heart beating, even if she didn't realize it.
"Oh, you in a tiny bikini on a private beach? Sounds like a plan to me." Closing his eyes, he pictured it as he let one hand drift up and down her side. "I don't know where we'd get one of those beaches, but anywhere would be good with me." He thought about it for a moment before adding, "Hawaii's out. It's getting cold here, so we'd have to go to the southern hemisphere."
"Lots of options in Asia." Steph's eyes had started to close too, her hunger pretty much forgotten by now. "I already looked some up before, in case after Wakanda you wanted to lie low for a while longer without having to constantly look over your shoulder. I just gotta find that list."
It was probably somewhere in this guest room, honestly, since this was where she'd stashed everything remotely connected to him after he turned into dust. There was also a sketchpad or two for sure; she had spent many days drunk sketching, and she'd mostly sketched him, as if doing so would bring him back somehow. Unlike some of her more imaginative renditions in the past, she'd drawn him from her memories, and ended up with so many.
"Don't think we oughta have sex on the beach though," she added after a moment. "Sand gets everywhere." While on the run she'd had several missions with Sam and Nat in the Middle East, and one time they had the misfortune of being caught in a sandstorm.
Bucky couldn't help laughing softly then. "Steph, one of these days you gotta stop trying to throw your life away for me," he said, teasing her. But, honestly, he didn't know where he'd be if she hadn't done it over and over already. "But Asia sounds good. Maybe I'll pick up another language to add to the list." Wherever they settled on, he'd probably go ahead and start looking into the language of the area, at least a little.
"Lots of sex yes, on the beach no. You in a tiny bikini also yes. Got it." Bucky knew it had been five years, but to him, it felt like just three days earlier she'd been landing in Wakanda to pick him up for a giant battle. When he hugged her and made his quip about being a hundred-year-old semi-stable man, he didn't expect that three days--or five years--later he would be talking about their honeymoon.
But that made him think of something. "Hey, if I lost five years, does that mean you're older than me now?"
"Too late," Steph retorted with a grin. "In two days tops I'll even be legally obligated to. In stupid and in health and all that." She was teasing, but it was also the truth. It was too late, because there was nothing Bucky — or anyone — could say or do to dissuade her from throwing her life away for him, if necessary. Especially now that she knew he loved her too.
His question about their ages made her pause. She hadn't really thought about it. Eventually she decided, "I was under the ice for about seventy years and people insisted I was 90, so no, it's 2023 now, you were born in 1917, that's the math." Opening her eyes, she couldn't resist teasing, "Why, older women your type?"
Two days and Bucky could check another one of his fantasies off his list. Less sex-related, sure, but he'd always wanted to call her his wife. "I don't think we can get sick all that easy anymore," Bucky began, grinning. "Maybe we should tell the judge or whoever to change the vows to that."
He couldn't help laughing softly at her answer. "Hey, I was in a freezer for most of that time," he pointed out, tempted to point out that at least he existed during his years frozen, while he didn't exist for the five years. But, he didn't really want to drag the mood down. "Nah, age doesn't factor into my type. My type is just stupid punks from Brooklyn who somehow manage to make people think they're a hell of a lot more sweet and innocent than they are."
"Hey, I'm sweet and innocent." Steph mock batted her eyelashes at him, then, while Bucky was focused on her face, she squirmed just a little under him. To her credit, she managed to suppress the moan that wanted to escape her at how good it felt even if he was spent. His dick was wedged so, so tightly it still managed to hit some of her sweet spots.
"And if you really wanted to date older women," she continued, trying to appear unaffected though there was the slightest breathlessness as she spoke, "I know some really lovely ladies at the nursing home. I could introduce you."
Bucky, on the other hand, did not manage to suppress his groan when she moved around his cock. "Yeah, try convincing someone else of that, sweetheart," he said before pressing a kiss to her neck. "You can't just bat those baby blues and convince me like you can with everyone else. I've known you too damn long for that."
He could hear the breathlessness in her voice when she spoke, making him smirk slightly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, then shifted his hips a bit. "You really wanna push me off on some other old lady before we even get married?" Bucky knew she didn't actually want that, she was teasing, but he could do the same to her, couldn't he?
"Look, seeing as I'm also your best friend, it is my duty to at least show you what you'll be missing once you take yourself off the market," Steph continued to tease, though it was probably not a good idea because Bucky was rocking his hips some now too. It wasn't that she didn't want another round; she just didn't want to stop when their food order arrived, and it should come anytime now.
She couldn't really bring herself to stop though. She'd missed him so much. Five years was a long time, and she'd been incredibly lonely despite being surrounded by the people she tried to help and the people who tried to help her. She would honestly be fine if all they did was talk and snuggle, but why stop there when they had admitted to loving each other and were engaged to be married?
True enough, her buzzer rang. She groaned in frustration and slumped back into the mattress. "Fuck." She closed her eyes, searching for the will to untangle herself and get up. "This better be our food and not an Avengers house call."
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It took her a second to get her brain going again. What were they talking about just now? Oh, right. "They'll be surprised we weren't married yet." She slipped a hand into his hair, while the other came to rest on his back. She kept her legs open though, planting her feet against the mattress. "Some actually believe we were, before the war, and the records just got lost and everything."
She watched him take her nipple into his mouth and play with it, loving that she gets to see and experience this side of him now. She would sketch this later, and capture that hunger, that desire, in his beautiful blue eyes.
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Bucky didn't spend a lot of time fingering her though. Soon he removed his hand and shifted so he could rub the head of his cock between her folds instead, then began to slowly press into her. Groaning softly, Bucky grinned up at her before stretching up to kiss her again. "I love you, Stephanie soon-to-be-Barnes." It was dumb and he knew it, but he loved hearing her name followed by his.
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Her smile brightened at the dumb name he called her by. Yeah, it was dumb, but she loved it. "I don't know, maybe I'll hyphenate," she teased, kissing him back. She shifted her hips tentatively, only to groan and shut her eyes. "Fuck, what have you got down there?" she asked teasingly, as if she hadn't been sucking on his cock two days ago.
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He knew she was teasing about the name though. Bucky knew Steph far too well to not recognize that tone. "Hyphenate if you want, either way you'll be my wife," he chuckled as he tilted his head down to kiss and nip at her neck, having learned that her neck was sensitive. (His was, too, but he was making this about her, dammit.) "And if anybody knows what I've got down there it's you. You've been more up close and personal with it than anyone else has."
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Her eyes fluttered closed when Bucky nipped at her neck, and she hoped he would try to leave a hickey or two even if the serum wouldn't let those stay on for long either. "Mmm," she murmured distractedly. "I'm gonna have to check again later, take some measurements." She moved her hips slowly, tentatively for a while, and, bless him, he let her ease into it before picking up the pace, though it still wasn't as hard or fast as they'd gone two days ago.
"So what was your wildest fantasy about me?" she asked suddenly. Look, she just wanted to make him happy.
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The sudden question made Bucky laugh a bit, though. "What era do you want to know about?" he teased before biting gently at her ear. "When we were young, I'd picture getting you off on the Ferris Wheel." The one at Coney Island had enclosed cars, after all. "But I'm not big on heights anymore. Then, in the Army, I'd picture pulling you out of earshot of the guys to make love to you in the woods when we were at camp. There wasn't really anywhere else to do it discreetly."
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Of course, it was only fair she answer her own question, so she said, when he prompted her for hers, "You going down on me, and not in the dark or you going under my skirt, but where I can see you the whole time. You know how the boys at school talked about how they would never do that, so I wondered if you would, and how you'd look if you did." If he'd noticed how wet she'd been when she sat on his face the other night, that was why.
She curled a leg around his hip. "Then in the Army, I just thought about surprising you in your tent. Then we'd try to be quiet, but we're not, but also fuck it, I'm Lady Liberty, I can do whatever I want." Which she did for the most part, at least when it came to fighting Nazis, and he always, always had her back no matter how unhinged her plan was.
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"I mean, to be fair, you did surprise me in my tent a few times. They were just... after rough days where we didn't want to be alone." There had been no sex, just curling up together like they'd done since they were young. Like the best friends they were, hiding their real feelings from each other.
Looking back, they were idiots.
His hand moved to grip at the back of Steph's thigh when she wrapped her leg around him, and his thrusts became just a bit sharper. "Recent years my fantasies were just about you telling me you loved me, though." More than anything he had just wanted to get to the point where he felt like his head was on straight enough to be safe to be around her, to just be by her side. Bucky genuinely thought Steph loving him as anything more than a friend was just a fantasy. "But all my fantasies involved you saying you loved me."
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Then her face turned redder as she confessed, with a soft laugh, "After you pulled me out of the river I started to fantasize you'd just show up at my place one day, and you remembered me again. Then we'd fuck hard and rough; bruising, biting, you holding me down or pinning me to walls, stuff like that." Her expression sobered. "Then I just wanted to find you, and for you to remember me, no sex necessary. Then you were gone again and I... I regretted not telling you that I loved you."
Which had led her to telling him in the middle of a battlefield. She had no regrets. Especially because they were together now, naked and having sex and getting married.
Her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, she pulled him down by the hair to kiss him and say, "I love you, Buck. I'll tell you whenever I can, and whenever you like." It was said that actions spoke louder than words, and she'd never been short on action — agreeing to be a test subject for a freak science experiment for a chance to join him on the front lines, rushing into enemy territory to rescue him, giving herself up so he could complete his mission, turning her back on her friends and going on the run because she chose him. But sometimes words still had to be said. "I'll always love you, and I'll always choose you."
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Moaning into the kiss when she pulled him down, Bucky began to thrust harder into her, chasing the pleasure he could feel bubbling up low in him. "I love you, too, Steph. Always have, always will."
Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss before pulling back to speak again. "I'm getting close, sweetheart," he said, breathing a bit more harsh. "What do you need?" He wanted her to get off, too, dammit.
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A loud groan escaped her once he did. Her injuries and the adrenaline rush from the battle had left her memories of their first night together a bit hazy, but now she was fully paying attention. Fuck, she never expected to ever hear him moaning and panting in pleasure, which were now some of her favorite sounds in the universe. Or that the squelching sound as he slammed into her and her wetness trickling to her ass would be so arousing. Or that she would whimper, "Harder, Buck," and moan so much that her string of 'yes's and 'fuck's would slur together as if she was drunk.
Or that once she hit the edge it would be nothing like the high from her asthma cigarettes or jumping off a plane without a parachute. Crying out, she curled her other leg around him then too, and held on so tightly to him while she trembled that she probably would've crushed any other man.
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Once he was spent, Bucky stopped holding himself up, letting his weight rest on top of her. If anyone could handle it, it was Captain America. "Fuck, I love you, Steph," he said between heavy breaths. He wasn't tired exactly; it would take a hell of a lot more than that to get him genuinely tired, but he was... spent really was the word. "We sure do have a lot of sex to make up for, don't we?"
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"Love you too, Buck." Eyes still shut, she brought an arm back around him to keep him close. "Shit, that was so fucking good. Worth the wait," she teased, though she would have slept with him in high school had he wanted to.
Her expression was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes to look at him. Trailing her fingertips down his cheek, she whispered, almost reverently, "How did I get so lucky?"
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Smiling softly, Bucky looked back at her with half-lidded eyes. "It's simple," he began, then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You picked me when I was young and upbeat, and you're too damn stubborn to change your mind." He was teasing. Sort of. Half-teasing. Bucky had done the same, but Steph hadn't really been upbeat when they were young.
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She hoped for a bit of luck for once, that their food order would take longer to arrive. It was much too comfortable to move, and she liked how deeply and tightly wedged he was inside her. He would have to get used to her wanting it now, and it wasn't just to make up for lost time.
"You're gonna have to make a list of new fantasies now, because those old ones are gonna get crossed out really quickly." Heights might not be an option anymore, but she had an idea for the Ferris Wheel one.
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And it took a while, but not getting serious with anyone else seemed to work out for him. How else would he have ended up engaged to his favorite person to ever live, naked and wrapped in her, in bed?
"I can probably come up with something," he started, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the side of her neck. "But you know I've never been all that creative. That was always your job."
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She kissed the top of his head. "So where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" With everything that still needed to be done, they might need two; one for immediately after they make things official at the courthouse, and another once the Avengers stuff had been settled. "Somewhere warm, yeah? I'll wear a bikini, a really skimpy one, and we'll have a private beach and everything."
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Okay, that was a stretch. He needed other things, too, like food and sleep and probably some sort of brain scan or something, but he needed Steph. Bucky was pretty sure she kept his heart beating, even if she didn't realize it.
"Oh, you in a tiny bikini on a private beach? Sounds like a plan to me." Closing his eyes, he pictured it as he let one hand drift up and down her side. "I don't know where we'd get one of those beaches, but anywhere would be good with me." He thought about it for a moment before adding, "Hawaii's out. It's getting cold here, so we'd have to go to the southern hemisphere."
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It was probably somewhere in this guest room, honestly, since this was where she'd stashed everything remotely connected to him after he turned into dust. There was also a sketchpad or two for sure; she had spent many days drunk sketching, and she'd mostly sketched him, as if doing so would bring him back somehow. Unlike some of her more imaginative renditions in the past, she'd drawn him from her memories, and ended up with so many.
"Don't think we oughta have sex on the beach though," she added after a moment. "Sand gets everywhere." While on the run she'd had several missions with Sam and Nat in the Middle East, and one time they had the misfortune of being caught in a sandstorm.
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"Lots of sex yes, on the beach no. You in a tiny bikini also yes. Got it." Bucky knew it had been five years, but to him, it felt like just three days earlier she'd been landing in Wakanda to pick him up for a giant battle. When he hugged her and made his quip about being a hundred-year-old semi-stable man, he didn't expect that three days--or five years--later he would be talking about their honeymoon.
But that made him think of something. "Hey, if I lost five years, does that mean you're older than me now?"
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His question about their ages made her pause. She hadn't really thought about it. Eventually she decided, "I was under the ice for about seventy years and people insisted I was 90, so no, it's 2023 now, you were born in 1917, that's the math." Opening her eyes, she couldn't resist teasing, "Why, older women your type?"
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He couldn't help laughing softly at her answer. "Hey, I was in a freezer for most of that time," he pointed out, tempted to point out that at least he existed during his years frozen, while he didn't exist for the five years. But, he didn't really want to drag the mood down. "Nah, age doesn't factor into my type. My type is just stupid punks from Brooklyn who somehow manage to make people think they're a hell of a lot more sweet and innocent than they are."
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"And if you really wanted to date older women," she continued, trying to appear unaffected though there was the slightest breathlessness as she spoke, "I know some really lovely ladies at the nursing home. I could introduce you."
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He could hear the breathlessness in her voice when she spoke, making him smirk slightly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, then shifted his hips a bit. "You really wanna push me off on some other old lady before we even get married?" Bucky knew she didn't actually want that, she was teasing, but he could do the same to her, couldn't he?
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She couldn't really bring herself to stop though. She'd missed him so much. Five years was a long time, and she'd been incredibly lonely despite being surrounded by the people she tried to help and the people who tried to help her. She would honestly be fine if all they did was talk and snuggle, but why stop there when they had admitted to loving each other and were engaged to be married?
True enough, her buzzer rang. She groaned in frustration and slumped back into the mattress. "Fuck." She closed her eyes, searching for the will to untangle herself and get up. "This better be our food and not an Avengers house call."
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