Steph was as gentle as she could be, even as her fingers trembled from the building rage inside of her. She furiously blinked back tears as she followed the path of Bucky's scars, then leaned in to press her lips to his skin.
It wasn't fair. He deserved better than this. War was cruel, that was true, but she wished there was something she could have done anyway. Her own helplessness made her angry, too.
"I love you so much," was all she said after a long moment, her mouth still on his skin and her eyes brimming with tears. Then she straightened and took his metal hand in both of hers. If I had the power to change anything, I would, too, she had been about to say, but her own words stopped her. True, she didn't have the serum to make her strong and healthy like Cap, or whatever magic stone Cap used to travel through time. But what had happened to him — the war, the fall, and the unspeakable after — weren't the only wounds that needed healing. She could change that.
"Thank you for sharing this with me." She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it. "I can't change what happened to you, Buck. I wish I could. But I'm here now, for whatever that's worth."
"I love you, too, Steph. More than anything," he said simply, watching her. There had been a part of him that was worried she would recoil in disgust from it, because it wasn't something you typically saw on a person. While he hadn't exactly heard the word "cyborg" used in reference to him directly, Bucky had read and watched enough science fiction in his life to be well aware that it described him since he got a fake arm in the first place.
"You're the first person I've let see it aside from doctors since I got this one on," he said, biting his lip gently. "I haven't had this one long. The one HYDRA bolted on me got blown off a few years ago. This one's from Wakanda, so at least the memories aren't as bad, even if the scars are."
Maybe one night he'd tell her how most of the scars he'd made himself, repeatedly trying to claw the offending arm off of his body after it was first attached to him, but that would be a different night.
Using the hand she was already holding on to, Bucky pulled her hands to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to them. "Thank you. For not freaking out." He meant it. He could tell she was upset by it, but he was pretty sure that she was upset for him.
When he heard a knock at the door he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before getting up, pulling his shirt back on as he made his way to answer it. Just because he let Steph see it didn't mean he was going to let just anyone see it.
It didn't take long for him to get the box from the delivery person and pay him that generous promise, then he made his way back to the bedroom where he left her. They might need to work back up to the mood a bit, but at least they were prepared. There was a small, somewhat nervous smile on Bucky's face as he tossed the box onto the side table closest to him.
After Bucky left the bedroom Steph sat on the bed in silence, staring down at the hands she'd balled into fists on her lap. The scars were ugly and awful, that was true, but it wasn't disgust she felt. And at another time she would find herself impressed by the technology of the arm, but right now she was too upset to notice it.
She wanted to reach across time to tell Cap, Do what you gotta. Make those fuckers pay. Let me die if it saves him. She understood now why Cap never told Bucky the plan; he was a dumbass who would rather suffer and lose an arm than lose her, and he would stop her if he knew.
She didn't realize she was crying until she heard the box clatter against the table, and she hastily swiped at her tears with her hands. "Sorry. I'm just... I'm just so mad." At those who hurt him. At herself for not being able to protect him, in this time or otherwise. And if she hadn't already stopped believing in God, this would've been the nail on the coffin.
She might have been trying to hide it, but Bucky knew Steph like the back of his (right) hand. Frowning, he got back into his place beside her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "I understand." His voice was soft when he spoke. "I've spent a lot of time mad, too."
After sitting with her like that for a moment, he relaxed his grip and let go, then moved so he was lying down on the bed -- on the left side so she would have the softer arm beside her, and the comforter pushed aside so he could cover the two of them. Bucky was well aware she got cold easily. Once he was settled, Bucky held his arm out to her, inviting her into the spot against him. "Let me hold you?"
Steph nodded mutely, then crawled into the space beside him. Curling against him, she buried her face into his chest and fisted his shirt, and just let Bucky hold her for a minute.
Sure enough, she calmed down after a while, and she pulled back enough to look up at him. "Sorry. I... I didn't mean to make it about me." He understood her more than most people, so she hoped he did this time. "And for ruining the mood." So much for fucking. And he had condoms delivered too.
"Did she avenge you?" That was why they were called the Avengers, right? Steph was sure Cap wouldn't have let whoever who did this to him just walk away, whether or not she knew that he loved her.
Bucky pulled the blanket over them and wrapped his arms around Steph, holding her close. "I think they're almost gone now. Or, they were before half the population disappeared for five years. I haven't really looked into it since I got back," he began, then pressed a kiss to the top of Steph's head.
"She did a lot, but she didn't know I was alive until ten years ago. And she'd also been frozen until a couple years before that." Bucky rubbed his hand slowly up and down Steph's back, trying to comfort her as much as himself. "I was... they used me. Wiped my memories, twisted my mind, put trigger words in my head, and kept me frozen unless they needed me."
Pausing, Bucky chewed at his lip, eyes on the wall instead of looking down at Steph. "The trial's gonna be because they used me as their personal assassin for decades. Their mistake was sending me after her."
"Why you?" Steph had deduced from Cap's email exchange with her lawyer friend that Bucky was the one facing charges. Murder or whatever it was for assassinating people. "They used you."
But she knew enough from having fought for the underdogs and the marginalized that those with power would do anything except hold themselves accountable. They would condemn him to appease the masses, or use him as a scapegoat if there was no one left to prosecute. She was going to have to bring herself up to speed on things if she were to help him.
The fact that he had killed people didn't bother her, even outside of being in the Army. She still trusted him, and she still wanted his hands on her, even the strange metal one. She snugged closer to him. "I won't let them lock you up. If they want you, they're gonna have to go through me." Big words for a tiny, sickly woman who didn't have the serum or the shield to fall back on, but Steph meant them.
"They probably want someone to point a finger at, so they can say they did something," Bucky sounded almost resigned. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and tilted his head down, letting his lips and nose press against the top of her head, and the mostly faded scent of shampoo they probably didn't make anymore soothed him.
"I won't give up or anything, though. I'll talk to the lawyer she found, even give him that cursed book if I need to. I won't let them take me away from you, Steph. Especially not now that I know you love me, too." Especially since this tiny Steph was there with him. Small, prone to sickness, not knowing anything about the year they were in, he needed to be by her side to help her. He would have done the same even if she didn't love him the way he wanted.
Steph looked up and cupped Bucky's cheek. "We'll get through this together," she promised. She didn't know how she was going to help, exactly, but that had never stopped her before. She at least had an idea where to start: Cap's files, world history from 1945 to 2023, and whatever language that spooky red book was written in.
But that could wait until morning. Hoping it would provide some measure of comfort, she pulled herself up to kiss him, soft and slow but not at all chaste. Maybe a fuck was just what they needed, after everything that happened today.
Bucky's metal hand spread out on Steph's lower back and he gently tugged her a bit closer as he kissed her back. She felt so tiny against him, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but he also knew she was more tough than most people gave her credit for. (But maybe not as tough as she acted at times.)
She also felt right against him, and so did the kissing, and the fact that he was allowed to tell her exactly how he felt about her. It was all enough to distract him from the awful past he'd been telling her about. "I love you, sweetheart," he said into the kiss, hand moving from her back to her thigh, then under her skirt to rest on her narrow hip.
"I love you too, darling," Steph replied easily, and as they continued to kiss she lifted a leg and rested it along Bucky's side. His metal hand moved from her back to her thigh then, but she didn't even flinch, despite how different it felt compared to his flesh hand.
She did, however, give a little whimper when his hand slipped under her skirt. Well, technically it was a shirt, just a few sizes too big on her that it ended up looking like some kind of short summer dress. Beneath that, she only had the panties she'd been wearing in 1943, and the thin strapped undershirt she wore instead of a bra, both of which his large hand on her narrow waist was already coming in contact with.
When he had her pinned to the wall earlier, she could feel how small she was against him, but she didn't really have a precedent since it wasn't like they'd made out in the past. Now, however, she had a point of comparison. They'd slept together (literally, sex was never involved) far too often that she knew where and how her body fit into his. That wasn't the case anymore. He was a bit too tall, a bit too broad, a bit too thick — and she was surprised to realize just how much she actually liked that.
Groaning softly into the kiss, Bucky couldn't help moving his hips slightly, seeking friction without finding any. Eventually, Bucky pulled back and tugged at the hem of the large shirt gently as he asked, "Can I?" When Steph nodded, Bucky sat up and helped her out of the shirt, grinning softly as he looked her over in her underclothes.
He had seen Steph in her underwear before, but only when he was helping her into a fresh nightgown or something because she was sick with a fever and he didn't want her to stay in a sweaty gown, or helping her out of her day clothes and into a gown when she was, again, too sick to manage well on her own. But he had never tried to look her over in those moments. It didn't seem right, trying to ogle his best friend when she was too sick to even dress herself properly.
But then, Bucky hesitated. It only lasted for a moment, but it was there as he convinced himself he should take his own shirt off. Bucky wanted to be able to feel her skin against his, not just the cotton of the shirt, and she'd already seen the scars, so they wouldn't be a big shock for her. So, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside with Steph's, and lay back down to capture her mouth with his once more.
"Hey, no fair, I wanted to do that," Steph pretended to complain as Bucky pulled her back into the bed with him. She did want to take off her shirt, but she was mostly saying it to alleviate his obvious discomfort.
And maybe a little of hers. He seemed happy enough when he looked her over, but she couldn't unsee the picture of tall, curvy, perfect Stephanie Rogers, so hot she had to fend off advances from strangers. Steph knew she was plain and forgettable by comparison.
Then Bucky's mouth was on hers, kissing her in a way that would've made her Ma blush if she knew, and Steph remembered how he'd said, Of course I remember everything about who you were, and are. That was enough. She didn't need the whole world. He was her whole world.
She ran her fingers over his scars again, after which she ventured lower, satisfying a curiosity she'd had for years. "Jesus, Buck," she said suddenly, pulling back to look down and ogle at his abs, tracing the bumps and lines while she bit on her lower lip. She wasn't about to give whatever they put him through credit for this work of art, but damn. "You were holding this out on me too?"
Bucky chuckled softly at Steph's reaction to him. It was definitely better than earlier, when she had the shock of seeing what his shoulder was like for the first time, but it made his face redden anyway. "Come on," he rolled his eyes. "We went to the beach how many times? You know I didn't look like this." In the 30s, during that time he'd heard called the Great Depression, the beaches of New York City were free activities, and they were teenagers looking for things to do on their days off from school or between what jobs Bucky could scrounge up.
"But I'm glad you don't hate that I'm bigger than I used to be." He closed his eyes for a moment, then, just enjoying the feel of his girl touching him in ways she never had before. When he reopened his eyes, Bucky looked at her with a soft grin on his face. "I always wanted to feel you touching me, though." It was just his abs, which wasn't that scandalous compared to other things, but still. It was Steph's hands on bare skin that was usually hidden away.
Steph giggled then, a completely girlish giggle that she wasn't in the habit of making. She propped herself up some, resting her head on her left hand while the fingertips of the other moved off his abs to start skimming the waistband of his pants. "So... you're also bigger here...?" she teased, but a bit more timidly than she usually did.
The flush on her face spilled to her neck as she felt the temptation to palm his crotch, as he'd said he wanted her touching him anyway. She was held back, however, by the thought of people doing things to him without his consent. Her touch might be welcome, but she didn't want to overstep her bounds. Love was patient; she could wait until he gave her permission.
"I love you however you look though," she assured, not wanting him to think her or her love shallow. She brought her hand back up to his shoulder, touching the scars around where the metal connected before trailing her fingers down his arm. "Even this."
Bucky let out a soft moan when Steph ran her fingertips along his waistline. "I, uh... Yeah, actually," he admitted a bit sheepishly. He hadn't exactly been a slouch in that area before the war, either, but that serum had definitely made him bigger than before everywhere.
She moved on before actually touching him there, and while it was slightly disappointing, Bucky was content to let her explore. He didn't even flinch when she touched his scars that time, and grinned a little when she ran her fingers down his vibranium arm. "I can feel that, you know." He was watching her face instead of her fingers, but he could tell exactly where they made contact with him. There might be a minuscule delay between where she touched and him registering the feeling because wiring wasn't the same as nerve endings, but that was still worlds better than nothing. "Not the same as the other arm, and it doesn't feel pain or anything, but there's sensors or something in it so I can still feel."
He caught her hand in his metal one then, and brought it up to press soft kisses to her fingers. "You know you can touch me anywhere you want, right?"
"Like, now? Or anytime?" It was probably the latter, but Steph just wanted to be sure, especially since she was likely going to be very handsy once she'd gotten Bucky's permission. How could she not? She had always wanted to look at him, to touch him, to feel him wrapped around her. Their stolen moments had been great and all — those intimate instances that they'd claimed were purely platonic, though had actually hoped otherwise. But now she didn't have to pretend he felt the same, because he did.
"You can touch me anywhere and anytime you want too," she offered before he could ask, just in case it wasn't clear. "I like it when you touch me."
Slowly, shyly, she drew her hand back and his along with it, guiding it toward her chest. His hand was large enough to cover her small breast. She hoped he wasn't disappointed. "So you can feel that?"
"Any time you want, Steph," Bucky told her simply. "I'm all yours." And he would be sure to touch her, too, since that's all he'd ever wanted to do.
When Steph guided her hand to her breast, Bucky's breath caught slightly. That was, after all, one area he'd always made sure to keep his hands far away from out of respect. "Yeah, I can," he answered, thumb drifting across the slight inside curve, along her breastbone, the slide of metal along the fabric of her undershirt making it almost glide. "It's not the same as with my right hand, but I can definitely feel a perky breast under there."
It wasn't skin to skin (or metal to skin, in this case) contact yet, but Steph's mouth parted in a quiet moan at the feel of Bucky's hand on her breast. There wasn't much there, but she'd long imagined him slipping a hand underneath the neckline of her dress and feeling her up. She'd drawn it several times, in fact, with each sketch just a bit more scandalous than the last.
She dropped her hand back to his waist, her fingers curling over the hem of his pants. She wanted to touch too, but his hand was distracting. "You go first, unless you want me to. Just can't think straight when you're touching me like that." It wasn't even about getting pleasured by the touching; to Steph, it was giving herself to him, making her his.
Bucky also wasn't thinking properly by that point. He wasn't really sure if she wanted him to undress her first or himself, so he made the decision himself. After leaning in and pressing a heated kiss to Steph's lips, he rolled onto his back, lifted his hips a bit, and slid his pants and underwear down to his thighs at once, then kicked them the rest of the way off.
Bare for her from head to toe, cock thick and erect, he turned to face her again. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, a somewhat nervous grin on his face. It wasn't because he didn't think she would like what she saw; it was more about the fact that he'd never been naked in bed with anyone before, especially not the woman he'd been waiting his whole life for.
"Hey, I wanted to do that too—" Steph started to say with a laugh as Bucky slid his clothes off, only to stop and stare wide-eyed at the body revealed underneath all that. She pushed herself back up to seated, tucking her legs together on one side and licking her lips as she really looked him over. He was gorgeous. Well, he always had been, but he didn't look like he was barely eating enough anymore. Big and broad and muscly actually suited him.
She finally allowed herself to gaze at his cock. Like him, she'd been trying to be respectful and not ogle at her best friend, only stealing glances during the times he seemed to have a bump on his crotch. There was no speculating now though. It was big and thick, just like the rest of him, and, when she tentatively wrapped her small fingers around it, hard as a rock. "Jesus," she gasped softly. She licked her lips again, then swallowed, then averted her gaze to his face. "I dunno how this'll fit, Buck." She could feel her cheeks burning, as well as the growing unease between her legs. She had never desired anyone the way she did now, with the love of her life bare and hard before her.
She let go of his cock to pull her undershirt up and off her, then she got on her knees to pull her panties down. It was only fair, but she also desperately wanted to feel the press of their naked bodies, his skin against hers. Sitting back down to slip her panties off her knees and the rest of the way, she stilled when he moved, so quickly and gracefully and quietly, to help. She let him, watching his hands move with precision and realizing that he had done this before, when she was too sick to change her clothes all on her own.
The feeling of Steph's small hand wrapped around him was entirely too brief, but Bucky quickly decided that seeing her undress in front of him made up for it. He even sat up to help her get her panties off all the way before letting himself really look her over. Skinny and small breasted, she was pretty much exactly how Bucky had pictured Steph before the serum entered their lives.
Reaching his natural hand out to cup one breast, thumb drifting lightly across her nipple, his eyes locked back on hers. "You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her, his voice soft and almost reverent. But he had always thought she was beautiful, even when they were young and all elbows and knees, and he never understood why the other guys weren't stumbling over themselves for her like he was.
Moving in close, Bucky's other hand came up to rest on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her again.
The raw honesty in Bucky's eyes and voice made Steph burn hotter than seeing him naked. He thought she was beautiful. Her, not just the woman she became after the serum. Her heart swelling with love and gratitude, he'd barely cupped her cheek when she leaned forward to kiss him deeply.
"I love you, Buck," she groaned into his mouth. How stupid had they truly been, when this was so easy? So easy that she was climbing into his lap after a moment, trapping his cock between them. She would give it more attention later. Right now she just wanted to curl up against him while they kissed, pressing as much of her skin into his.
She nuzzled his neck, eager to taste his skin and leave a mark there. After she did, she kissed up to his ear, already a little breathless and moaning softly.
"I love you, too," Bucky said, wrapping his arms tightly around Steph's waist when she crawled into his lap. There was something special about being able to hold her to him when they were skin to skin. He even let out a soft moan when she gave his neck attention, then turned his head to do the same to her neck once she reached his ear.
Meanwhile, he let his large hands slide over her back, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin in his hands, before letting them drift down to settle on her ass. Tugging her more firmly against him, Bucky's own breathing was coming out rough by the time he captured her lips with his again.
That Bucky was touching and kissing her so freely made Steph feel kind of light-headed. He really did come home, to her, even if it wasn't in the way she ever imagined, and now she was never letting go.
She'd wanted to touch his cock, to play with it, but he'd tugged her even closer when he kissed her again that it remained trapped between their bodies. Not to be deterred, she moved her hips and rubbed against it instead, groaning at the sweet friction. If she had been any stronger, she would've pushed him back into the bed so she could slide along his cock properly, but she wasn't, so she was more than happy to hump him while moaning into his mouth.
If he was surprised by her boldness, or that she wasn't sweet and innocent after all, she didn't notice. He certainly didn't ask her to stop, or push her away.
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It wasn't fair. He deserved better than this. War was cruel, that was true, but she wished there was something she could have done anyway. Her own helplessness made her angry, too.
"I love you so much," was all she said after a long moment, her mouth still on his skin and her eyes brimming with tears. Then she straightened and took his metal hand in both of hers. If I had the power to change anything, I would, too, she had been about to say, but her own words stopped her. True, she didn't have the serum to make her strong and healthy like Cap, or whatever magic stone Cap used to travel through time. But what had happened to him — the war, the fall, and the unspeakable after — weren't the only wounds that needed healing. She could change that.
"Thank you for sharing this with me." She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it. "I can't change what happened to you, Buck. I wish I could. But I'm here now, for whatever that's worth."
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"You're the first person I've let see it aside from doctors since I got this one on," he said, biting his lip gently. "I haven't had this one long. The one HYDRA bolted on me got blown off a few years ago. This one's from Wakanda, so at least the memories aren't as bad, even if the scars are."
Maybe one night he'd tell her how most of the scars he'd made himself, repeatedly trying to claw the offending arm off of his body after it was first attached to him, but that would be a different night.
Using the hand she was already holding on to, Bucky pulled her hands to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to them. "Thank you. For not freaking out." He meant it. He could tell she was upset by it, but he was pretty sure that she was upset for him.
When he heard a knock at the door he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before getting up, pulling his shirt back on as he made his way to answer it. Just because he let Steph see it didn't mean he was going to let just anyone see it.
It didn't take long for him to get the box from the delivery person and pay him that generous promise, then he made his way back to the bedroom where he left her. They might need to work back up to the mood a bit, but at least they were prepared. There was a small, somewhat nervous smile on Bucky's face as he tossed the box onto the side table closest to him.
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She wanted to reach across time to tell Cap, Do what you gotta. Make those fuckers pay. Let me die if it saves him. She understood now why Cap never told Bucky the plan; he was a dumbass who would rather suffer and lose an arm than lose her, and he would stop her if he knew.
She didn't realize she was crying until she heard the box clatter against the table, and she hastily swiped at her tears with her hands. "Sorry. I'm just... I'm just so mad." At those who hurt him. At herself for not being able to protect him, in this time or otherwise. And if she hadn't already stopped believing in God, this would've been the nail on the coffin.
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After sitting with her like that for a moment, he relaxed his grip and let go, then moved so he was lying down on the bed -- on the left side so she would have the softer arm beside her, and the comforter pushed aside so he could cover the two of them. Bucky was well aware she got cold easily. Once he was settled, Bucky held his arm out to her, inviting her into the spot against him. "Let me hold you?"
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Sure enough, she calmed down after a while, and she pulled back enough to look up at him. "Sorry. I... I didn't mean to make it about me." He understood her more than most people, so she hoped he did this time. "And for ruining the mood." So much for fucking. And he had condoms delivered too.
"Did she avenge you?" That was why they were called the Avengers, right? Steph was sure Cap wouldn't have let whoever who did this to him just walk away, whether or not she knew that he loved her.
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"She did a lot, but she didn't know I was alive until ten years ago. And she'd also been frozen until a couple years before that." Bucky rubbed his hand slowly up and down Steph's back, trying to comfort her as much as himself. "I was... they used me. Wiped my memories, twisted my mind, put trigger words in my head, and kept me frozen unless they needed me."
Pausing, Bucky chewed at his lip, eyes on the wall instead of looking down at Steph. "The trial's gonna be because they used me as their personal assassin for decades. Their mistake was sending me after her."
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But she knew enough from having fought for the underdogs and the marginalized that those with power would do anything except hold themselves accountable. They would condemn him to appease the masses, or use him as a scapegoat if there was no one left to prosecute. She was going to have to bring herself up to speed on things if she were to help him.
The fact that he had killed people didn't bother her, even outside of being in the Army. She still trusted him, and she still wanted his hands on her, even the strange metal one. She snugged closer to him. "I won't let them lock you up. If they want you, they're gonna have to go through me." Big words for a tiny, sickly woman who didn't have the serum or the shield to fall back on, but Steph meant them.
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"I won't give up or anything, though. I'll talk to the lawyer she found, even give him that cursed book if I need to. I won't let them take me away from you, Steph. Especially not now that I know you love me, too." Especially since this tiny Steph was there with him. Small, prone to sickness, not knowing anything about the year they were in, he needed to be by her side to help her. He would have done the same even if she didn't love him the way he wanted.
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But that could wait until morning. Hoping it would provide some measure of comfort, she pulled herself up to kiss him, soft and slow but not at all chaste. Maybe a fuck was just what they needed, after everything that happened today.
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She also felt right against him, and so did the kissing, and the fact that he was allowed to tell her exactly how he felt about her. It was all enough to distract him from the awful past he'd been telling her about. "I love you, sweetheart," he said into the kiss, hand moving from her back to her thigh, then under her skirt to rest on her narrow hip.
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She did, however, give a little whimper when his hand slipped under her skirt. Well, technically it was a shirt, just a few sizes too big on her that it ended up looking like some kind of short summer dress. Beneath that, she only had the panties she'd been wearing in 1943, and the thin strapped undershirt she wore instead of a bra, both of which his large hand on her narrow waist was already coming in contact with.
When he had her pinned to the wall earlier, she could feel how small she was against him, but she didn't really have a precedent since it wasn't like they'd made out in the past. Now, however, she had a point of comparison. They'd slept together (literally, sex was never involved) far too often that she knew where and how her body fit into his. That wasn't the case anymore. He was a bit too tall, a bit too broad, a bit too thick — and she was surprised to realize just how much she actually liked that.
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He had seen Steph in her underwear before, but only when he was helping her into a fresh nightgown or something because she was sick with a fever and he didn't want her to stay in a sweaty gown, or helping her out of her day clothes and into a gown when she was, again, too sick to manage well on her own. But he had never tried to look her over in those moments. It didn't seem right, trying to ogle his best friend when she was too sick to even dress herself properly.
But then, Bucky hesitated. It only lasted for a moment, but it was there as he convinced himself he should take his own shirt off. Bucky wanted to be able to feel her skin against his, not just the cotton of the shirt, and she'd already seen the scars, so they wouldn't be a big shock for her. So, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside with Steph's, and lay back down to capture her mouth with his once more.
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And maybe a little of hers. He seemed happy enough when he looked her over, but she couldn't unsee the picture of tall, curvy, perfect Stephanie Rogers, so hot she had to fend off advances from strangers. Steph knew she was plain and forgettable by comparison.
Then Bucky's mouth was on hers, kissing her in a way that would've made her Ma blush if she knew, and Steph remembered how he'd said, Of course I remember everything about who you were, and are. That was enough. She didn't need the whole world. He was her whole world.
She ran her fingers over his scars again, after which she ventured lower, satisfying a curiosity she'd had for years. "Jesus, Buck," she said suddenly, pulling back to look down and ogle at his abs, tracing the bumps and lines while she bit on her lower lip. She wasn't about to give whatever they put him through credit for this work of art, but damn. "You were holding this out on me too?"
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"But I'm glad you don't hate that I'm bigger than I used to be." He closed his eyes for a moment, then, just enjoying the feel of his girl touching him in ways she never had before. When he reopened his eyes, Bucky looked at her with a soft grin on his face. "I always wanted to feel you touching me, though." It was just his abs, which wasn't that scandalous compared to other things, but still. It was Steph's hands on bare skin that was usually hidden away.
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The flush on her face spilled to her neck as she felt the temptation to palm his crotch, as he'd said he wanted her touching him anyway. She was held back, however, by the thought of people doing things to him without his consent. Her touch might be welcome, but she didn't want to overstep her bounds. Love was patient; she could wait until he gave her permission.
"I love you however you look though," she assured, not wanting him to think her or her love shallow. She brought her hand back up to his shoulder, touching the scars around where the metal connected before trailing her fingers down his arm. "Even this."
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She moved on before actually touching him there, and while it was slightly disappointing, Bucky was content to let her explore. He didn't even flinch when she touched his scars that time, and grinned a little when she ran her fingers down his vibranium arm. "I can feel that, you know." He was watching her face instead of her fingers, but he could tell exactly where they made contact with him. There might be a minuscule delay between where she touched and him registering the feeling because wiring wasn't the same as nerve endings, but that was still worlds better than nothing. "Not the same as the other arm, and it doesn't feel pain or anything, but there's sensors or something in it so I can still feel."
He caught her hand in his metal one then, and brought it up to press soft kisses to her fingers. "You know you can touch me anywhere you want, right?"
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"You can touch me anywhere and anytime you want too," she offered before he could ask, just in case it wasn't clear. "I like it when you touch me."
Slowly, shyly, she drew her hand back and his along with it, guiding it toward her chest. His hand was large enough to cover her small breast. She hoped he wasn't disappointed. "So you can feel that?"
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When Steph guided her hand to her breast, Bucky's breath caught slightly. That was, after all, one area he'd always made sure to keep his hands far away from out of respect. "Yeah, I can," he answered, thumb drifting across the slight inside curve, along her breastbone, the slide of metal along the fabric of her undershirt making it almost glide. "It's not the same as with my right hand, but I can definitely feel a perky breast under there."
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She dropped her hand back to his waist, her fingers curling over the hem of his pants. She wanted to touch too, but his hand was distracting. "You go first, unless you want me to. Just can't think straight when you're touching me like that." It wasn't even about getting pleasured by the touching; to Steph, it was giving herself to him, making her his.
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Bare for her from head to toe, cock thick and erect, he turned to face her again. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, a somewhat nervous grin on his face. It wasn't because he didn't think she would like what she saw; it was more about the fact that he'd never been naked in bed with anyone before, especially not the woman he'd been waiting his whole life for.
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She finally allowed herself to gaze at his cock. Like him, she'd been trying to be respectful and not ogle at her best friend, only stealing glances during the times he seemed to have a bump on his crotch. There was no speculating now though. It was big and thick, just like the rest of him, and, when she tentatively wrapped her small fingers around it, hard as a rock. "Jesus," she gasped softly. She licked her lips again, then swallowed, then averted her gaze to his face. "I dunno how this'll fit, Buck." She could feel her cheeks burning, as well as the growing unease between her legs. She had never desired anyone the way she did now, with the love of her life bare and hard before her.
She let go of his cock to pull her undershirt up and off her, then she got on her knees to pull her panties down. It was only fair, but she also desperately wanted to feel the press of their naked bodies, his skin against hers. Sitting back down to slip her panties off her knees and the rest of the way, she stilled when he moved, so quickly and gracefully and quietly, to help. She let him, watching his hands move with precision and realizing that he had done this before, when she was too sick to change her clothes all on her own.
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Reaching his natural hand out to cup one breast, thumb drifting lightly across her nipple, his eyes locked back on hers. "You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her, his voice soft and almost reverent. But he had always thought she was beautiful, even when they were young and all elbows and knees, and he never understood why the other guys weren't stumbling over themselves for her like he was.
Moving in close, Bucky's other hand came up to rest on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her again.
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"I love you, Buck," she groaned into his mouth. How stupid had they truly been, when this was so easy? So easy that she was climbing into his lap after a moment, trapping his cock between them. She would give it more attention later. Right now she just wanted to curl up against him while they kissed, pressing as much of her skin into his.
She nuzzled his neck, eager to taste his skin and leave a mark there. After she did, she kissed up to his ear, already a little breathless and moaning softly.
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Meanwhile, he let his large hands slide over her back, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin in his hands, before letting them drift down to settle on her ass. Tugging her more firmly against him, Bucky's own breathing was coming out rough by the time he captured her lips with his again.
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She'd wanted to touch his cock, to play with it, but he'd tugged her even closer when he kissed her again that it remained trapped between their bodies. Not to be deterred, she moved her hips and rubbed against it instead, groaning at the sweet friction. If she had been any stronger, she would've pushed him back into the bed so she could slide along his cock properly, but she wasn't, so she was more than happy to hump him while moaning into his mouth.
If he was surprised by her boldness, or that she wasn't sweet and innocent after all, she didn't notice. He certainly didn't ask her to stop, or push her away.
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