Steph grinned against Bucky's lips. "Y-Yeah. I can do this all day."
Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
Bucky chuckled softly as he rolled onto his left side, only pulling his hand from Steph long enough to tug her with him and pull her leg up over his hip so he could continue to have easy access while pleasuring her.
"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
"Mmm," was all Steph said in reply, closing her eyes with a moan as Bucky slid his fingers into her again. She had never been a particularly happy person, always seemingly quietly angry at something all the time, but he would be seeing more of this side of her now. Relaxed, a little dazed, very horny. And happy. Definitely happy.
Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
Bucky had pictured a lot of things he wanted to do with Steph over the years, but her suggestion hadn't been one of them simply because he'd never thought of it before.
He groaned softly and asked, "Like this?" as he pulled his hand back to place it on top of hers, guiding her so a couple of her small fingers slid inside beside one of his larger ones. God, her hands were so small in his. Everything about her was small to him, though.
Except for things like that personality of hers. Her temper. Her heart. The important things. It was only physically that she was small.
Steph's eyes fluttered closed and she let out a ragged gasp when Bucky slid their fingers inside. He didn't even hesitate or look at her funny for asking; at the very least she expected him to tease her for her filthy desires. God, she loved him so much.
They kept at it for a while, then she pulled her wet fingers out to finally wrap them around his cock. She first smeared her wetness all over it before beginning to stroke, watching his face curiously for his reaction since she hadn't exactly been in the position to when she blew him earlier.
She tried her best to match his pace. His fingers were distracting though, and especially when she was close, again, she could do nothing else but moan and squirm and ask him to go faster.
Then she was crying out, curling into him and moving her hand to his hip so she wouldn't hurt him with her grip while she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Good Lord, did he have his whole hand in there now? She wasn't sure, only that she was having the best time, and he hadn't even been inside her yet.
Bucky moaned when he felt those slender fingers wrap around him, his eyes rolling back for a second as she began to stroke him. "Shit, Steph," he whispered as his eyes closed and he tilted his head to rest his forehead against hers.
When she let go and curled into him as she peaked again, Bucky pulled his hand from her before tilting her head back so he could kiss her again and again. "I love you, Steph," he told her between kisses, the dam he'd built to hold those words back completely obliterated by that point. He was going to end up telling her that so often she would get sick of hearing it. "You're so beautiful. So amazing."
And his. Or, at least as much his as she could be. As much as he was hers, and he had always been hers.
Steph whined softly at the loss of Bucky's hand, but then they were kissing again, and that was great too. "I love you more," she returned breathlessly. It wasn't a contest, but even mostly spent she could still be a little punk and tease him. "And you're amazing." She let out another one of those little girlish giggles she hadn't thought she was capable of making. "You probably would've been amazing back then too, but I dunno, I like you... bigger," she admitted, blushing again.
There was something really hot about him towering over her, something that surprised Steph because she otherwise hated being small and frail or being made to feel little. Maybe it was the thrill of there being something new to their old familiarity. Or maybe she just had a size kink. She'd never really given that much thought, since she'd only ever wanted to be with Bucky and didn't think it going to happen at all.
Grinning, Bucky shook his head as he placed his hand on the small of Steph's back and tugged her flush against him. "Not possible, sweetheart," he told her simply. "Might be just as much, but it's not possible for you to love me more." At some point, Bucky would explain everything to her more fully. Including how she was the only thing to break through his brainwashing. Sure, it was a future version of her, but he was absolutely certain that the same thing would have happened with this smaller version.
No one else would have been stupid enough to just throw that shield away and be like, "Well, I guess you should just kill me now then." That had Stephanie Grace Rogers written all over it. He had already begun to recognize her before that, though.
But her next comment made him chuckle softly. "Glad you like me this way," he said simply. "Cause I can't really go back. But now I'm worried I should watch out if somebody taller comes around." He wasn't really, but he could still tease her. "You should see how tall this one guy I kinda know can get."
That would be a talk for another time, though. Not when they were naked in bed together.
Steph laughed at Bucky's insistence that she couldn't love him more. At any other time she would've argued until her face turned blue, but not right now while they were naked in bed together for the first time. She let herself bask in the feeling of being loved by him and finally getting to act on it.
She couldn't resist teasing though. "You're right, you did go out of your way to secure a box of condoms. Are we even using them?" She was probably going to regret egging him on, but she had to do it.
At his teasing, she made a face. "I've met plenty tall guys. I don't care about them. They're not you." He might be messing with her, but she had to stress that part. That was what mattered; that she loved only him, and no one else would ever turn her head.
Maybe Bucky would show her news footage from that fight they had at the airport in Germany a while back, but he wasn't about to interrupt their time for that. That would be something for later. After they weren't a couple of virgins any more.
"Sweetheart, you have no idea how bad I want to use those condoms," he told her, chuckling softly at her teasing as he let his hand drift lightly down the side of the thigh she had hooked over his hip. "You ready to try one?" He'd gotten a third finger inside her before her last orgasm kicked off, so he knew she was fairly stretched out, but he still wasn't sure if it was enough. But Steph knew her body best, so he figured she should be the one to decide if she was ready for that step yet.
Really, Bucky wished they didn't need to use one, but he knew her concerns even if she tried to brush them aside earlier. Still, he did think of something that she might like to know for later. "There's other kinds of birth controls now, too, you know," he started, smirking at her. "Kinds you get from a doctor where you don't have to use a condom to keep from getting knocked up."
Steph blushed, but she didn't chicken out. Instead she shifted to lie on her back and tugged at Bucky so he'd move on top of her. "Maybe just a little more with your fingers first," she suggested. Partly to stretch her out some more, but also selfishly because she just liked it. (His mouth was her favorite by far though.)
She perked up at the new information he was giving her. "Really? Oh." Oh, indeed. That meant so many possibilities. "I love the future," she said with a giggle, parting her legs as he settled into place.
Then she looked up at him thoughtfully, her blush suddenly several shades fiercer. "And if we want kids? Can doctors help with that now too?" The words were out of her before she could stop herself. She couldn't help it. She'd dreamed of some miracle where Bucky turned out to be in love with her, and they married and had children. At least two. One was good, but lonely. She'd always kind of envied Bucky and Becca.
"I can do that," Bucky said, grinning as he followed her urging. He settled between her open legs but held himself up with his metal arm so he wouldn't crush her, watching her as he reached down to slip those three fingers inside of her again. But of course he did. Not only did he enjoy getting to tease and pleasure Steph like that, but Bucky was pretty sure she didn't realize just how wrapped around her finger he always had been.
Then she was bringing up kids, which he was pretty sure would have turned off most guys, but Bucky had pictured just that with her many times in his life. "We'll talk to the doctors about kids, too, yeah," his grin didn't waver as he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth while his hand worked her. "If they can keep you safe then I wouldn't mind having a couple of rugrats with you one day. Not yet, though. I want to enjoy you for a while first. And make sure my head's screwed on right."
Steph's eyes fluttered closed as Bucky slid his fingers in, whimpering at how tight they still felt. For a while she just lay there, vulnerable in a different, more intimate kind of way. It was a side of her only he had ever been allowed to see. And while she meant to be more involved in their play, she couldn't think to do much else at first, dazed by how good his fingers felt.
Eventually she loosened up, though the sensation was replaced by pleasure beginning to build up in her tiny body again. Still, she at least managed to return to their conversation this time. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything." She'd just sprung that on him, hadn't she? Thankfully he was on board with it, but it was a bit embarrassing to have jumped the gun. "I just love you so much." So much that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and to have a family if at all possible.
When her hips started to move, wanting more, she forced herself to stop, slipped her hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss, then said, already breathless, "I think we can try now."
"You didn't pressure me at all, sweetheart," Bucky told her, smiling as he watched every expression shift on her face, and every reaction he could see in her body. "I love you, too, and I've always known I'd only have a family if it was with you." And it was something he'd imagined countless times over the years. The two of them raising kids, either in an apartment or, if he was really dreaming, in a house somewhere.
He kissed her back hungrily when she pulled him down, then groaned softly against her mouth when she said she was ready. After moving away just long enough to grab the box from the nightstand, he settled back on his knees between her open legs. For a moment, he just let his eyes take in her body and the way she was laid out for him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said simply before finally tearing into the box.
Having had no practice with condoms before, it took him a minute to get it on properly, but once he did, he lowered himself to the same position he had been in before, only instead of using his hand on her, Bucky wrapped it around himself. "Tell me if I need to stop, or pull out, or any of that, alright?" he told her as he slid the head of his cock between her wet folds, then moaned softly as he began to slowly, carefully press into her for the first time.
Steph never imagined she would feel the most beautiful while naked and flushed head to toe, nipples erect and legs spread and pussy soaking wet. But Bucky didn't only say she was, it was also clear from the hunger and love in his eyes. She basked in it, all while enjoying the gorgeous view of him kneeling between her legs. He had never looked so fine.
A strange thrill ran through her when he wrapped his hand around himself though, which she was sure just wasn't only from anticipation. Fleetingly, she wondered what he looked like pleasuring himself. Maybe she could even draw him while he did, since she wouldn't be too distracted without his mouth or hands touching her.
For now though, he was pushing his cock into her, and it was so, so tight. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut and her fingers curling around the sheets as she tensed up from the pain. He'd told her they could stop anytime, she only had to say the word, but she had already made up her stubborn ass not to do that—
Then he was leaning over her, lifting her arms over her head and lacing their fingers together, and, most importantly, reminding her to breathe. It was just like whenever she had an asthma attack, only that instead of rubbing her back as he told her to look at him and breathe, he was slowly pushing the length of his cock into her. Her breathing grew ragged and punctured by moans, but she breathed, and while there was pain, there was also searing pleasure. She couldn't find the words to describe it, only that she really liked it.
"Jesus, Buck," she gasped once he was fully inside her. She didn't move for a moment, just panting and looking up at him with wild eyes. "I'm okay," she assured, before he did something stupid like stop and pull out. "Definitely not a virgin anymore."
Squeezing Steph's hands, Bucky stilled once he was seated inside her, just as much for his own sake as for hers. She was just so tight and felt so good that he didn't want it to end before they really got going. "Shit, Steph," he moaned, breathing hard as he looked down at her with a blissful grin on his face. "You feel amazing, darlin. So glad I waited for you." Not that he'd ever been tempted to say screw it and hook up with anyone else, but Bucky knew to his core that no one else would have ever compared to her.
Leaning down, Bucky kissed his best friend for a long moment as they both adjusted to the new feeling of him being inside her. Eventually, Bucky groaned into the kiss as he began to move in slow, tentative thrusts, only picking up the pace when he was sure that he both wasn't about to come entirely too soon, and also she really was ready.
Pulling back enough to watch her as he moved, Bucky let go of one of her hands so he could grip her hip. "I love you so much, Steph," he told her, eyes wide as they stayed locked on her face, taking in every single expression and reaction she had. "It was only ever gonna be you."
"Me too," was all Steph could manage, but she meant it with all of her heart and everything she had. It was just a little hard to think of words — or anything else, really — with Bucky thrusting into her. He felt so good. And he looked so good, strong and confident and staring at her with both love and desire.
Her hand followed his to her hip, gripping his fingers tightly as he picked up his pace. She met his gaze with a matching expression of devotion and hunger, but she couldn't hold it for as long as she wanted; every so often he would hit a spot that made her moan loudly, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back. Sweat pooled on her skin, but she barely even noticed.
She wrapped her legs around him to push him deeper, crying out at how good it felt. She kept her hips angled that way as she held on to him, her mouth hanging open through exclamations of delight, swearing, moaning, whimpers of yes and harder, Buck, and varied sensual inflections of his name. She was probably going to pass out after this, but she didn't care. Her soldier was finally back home from the war and, good Lord, they deserved to fuck with wild abandon.
Eventually, even Bucky had to look away, groaning as he let his forehead fall to the pillow just beside Steph's head. Every time she told him to go harder or faster he did exactly as he was told. Putting Steph first was so ingrained into him that he even managed to keep doing just that in the middle of their first time in bed together.
But it wasn't like he wasn't absolutely getting his own pleasure out of it, as was evident in his ragged breathing and the way he also kept moaning her name, how much he loved her, and various curses. Bucky felt like he could keep going forever, but also like he was going to come at any moment at the same time, even though he was trying to hold himself back.
It was everything Bucky had been waiting for. During the war, before his original capture, he'd even decided that the second he got home, once it was done, he was going to confess to her and probably even propose then and there. He might be late, but he was finally done with the wars, and he had confessed, alright. The proposing, he decided, could wait for a while, though. Steph had enough to adjust to already.
Even though he wasn't physically tired, Bucky had his own sweat building up as he let out another groan. "Sweetheart, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
"It's okay," Steph panted. She'd already had two orgasms and a hell of a good time, so she wasn't about to complain not getting off yet again. Bucky hadn't had his chance though, and she'd been selfish enough already.
She slid her hand from his hip to his back, bony fingers digging into his flesh, while her other hand was at the back of his head, gripping his hair. Burying her face against his shoulder, she coaxed, "Come for me, darling," then ground her hips to help him along.
She should probably not have been surprised that moving together in those last moments brought her to her peak too, but somehow she was, and she ended up biting into his shoulder as she cried out in ecstasy. Oops. She'd apologize for it later once she came down from her high.
Everything Steph did towards the end combined to push Bucky over the edge. He let out a loud groan as his hips stuttered, his thrusts no longer steady as he began to come hard, the condom the only thing keeping him from filling her directly.
It wasn't until his orgasm finally began to wane that he was able to form words at all. "Fuck, Steph. Baby," he all but whimpered against her ear. "I love you so much, sweetheart. Always have."
Once he came down from that high, Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling Steph along so he could hold her tightly against himself and not crush her tiny body under his weight. His heart was pounding hard against his ribs, he was breathing heavy, and he couldn't be more thrilled about what the two of them had finally done.
Feeling light-headed after all that excitement, Steph let Bucky roll them over, one leg once more coming to rest along his side. She was out of breath, and her heart felt like it wanted to burst out of her chest; fleetingly, she thought that it wouldn't actually be an awful way to die.
"I love you so much," she returned when she could finally speak. She placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you for choosing me."
It wasn't like he hadn't been spoilt for choice. He had dated some of the prettiest girls in their neighborhood, and later he was in the Army and making his way across Europe. Then he even had Cap, who had everything he loved about Steph, just better. Steph was so desperate for his affections that she had been willing to be the substitute and play house with him until Cap changed her mind and came back, but he chose to be with her tonight. It meant so much to her that he did.
She sniffed suddenly, pulling her hand back to swipe the back of it on her eyes. "S-Sorry. I'm okay. I just..." She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to be with you so badly."
Bucky shifted a bit, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at Steph seriously, and placed a hand on her cheek. He gently rubbed away the wetness under one eye with the pad of his thumb. "Stephanie Grace Rogers, I want you to listen to me," he started, his voice soft and caring but firm. "I've been in love with you for more than three times as long as you've been alive." She was, in fact, only twenty-five, after all. "There was no choice. I just am, and I always have been. I told you, it was gonna be you or no one. I meant that.
Sighing, he lowered his head so he could press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. "I haven't so much as thought about being with anyone but you, Steph. The dates were just so people would get off my back about being single, or cause I was helping someone else. Remember Hazel and Midge? I dated them back-to-back." Bucky perked a brow and paused for a moment, letting her think back to the women he'd seen in their early twenties. "They were a couple and their parents were starting to question why they weren't seeing any guys."
Steph sniffed, but nodded. "It's still just a little hard to believe, that's all." Bucky had been a dream that was always so close yet so far, then the war came and took away any chance she thought she might've had with him. While she was trying to find a way to the front lines for him, she hadn't be expecting anything in return if she was successful. If anything, they would at least die together. That would've been enough.
Now she had this. He was back, and he was hers. She tugged him down so she could kiss him again, smiling against his lips. "No more fighting, okay?" Surely the future had found a way to stop wars, or at least nations didn't need to forcibly send their men to battle anymore. There was still the matter of the trial, but as he'd said, Cap had friends. They would find a way. "We're home now."
It was the weirdest concept of home like, ever, but she would take it.
"Yeah, I don't want to fight anymore. I keep getting sucked into shit-" by a certain someone, mostly, "-but I don't want that life. Not if I've got you here waiting for me."
There was a warm smile as Bucky shifted back onto his side again, then pulled one of the pillows over his metal arm before he tugged his girl close. He wanted her as comfortable as possible and didn't feel like rolling over her, so hopefully the pillow would help.
"We're home now, yeah," he said softly. "Cause my home is wherever you are. I don't care where I live, I just want you with me."
"And I don't care when," Steph said, snuggling into him. The exhaustion of the day's events was beginning to sink in, and Bucky's body was warm and comfortable, like a large human blanket. It wouldn't take long, really, before sleep would claim her.
"I love you so much," she mumbled, eyes closing. Her chest still heaved as she caught her breath, but it wasn't in an alarming way like when she'd have an asthma attack or a severe allergic reaction. She clutched at him almost as if she was afraid to be ripped away by some weird time thing or, worse, Cap herself. Maybe she was.
She was asleep before even hearing anything he might've said in answer.
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Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
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"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
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Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
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He groaned softly and asked, "Like this?" as he pulled his hand back to place it on top of hers, guiding her so a couple of her small fingers slid inside beside one of his larger ones. God, her hands were so small in his. Everything about her was small to him, though.
Except for things like that personality of hers. Her temper. Her heart. The important things. It was only physically that she was small.
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They kept at it for a while, then she pulled her wet fingers out to finally wrap them around his cock. She first smeared her wetness all over it before beginning to stroke, watching his face curiously for his reaction since she hadn't exactly been in the position to when she blew him earlier.
She tried her best to match his pace. His fingers were distracting though, and especially when she was close, again, she could do nothing else but moan and squirm and ask him to go faster.
Then she was crying out, curling into him and moving her hand to his hip so she wouldn't hurt him with her grip while she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Good Lord, did he have his whole hand in there now? She wasn't sure, only that she was having the best time, and he hadn't even been inside her yet.
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When she let go and curled into him as she peaked again, Bucky pulled his hand from her before tilting her head back so he could kiss her again and again. "I love you, Steph," he told her between kisses, the dam he'd built to hold those words back completely obliterated by that point. He was going to end up telling her that so often she would get sick of hearing it. "You're so beautiful. So amazing."
And his. Or, at least as much his as she could be. As much as he was hers, and he had always been hers.
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There was something really hot about him towering over her, something that surprised Steph because she otherwise hated being small and frail or being made to feel little. Maybe it was the thrill of there being something new to their old familiarity. Or maybe she just had a size kink. She'd never really given that much thought, since she'd only ever wanted to be with Bucky and didn't think it going to happen at all.
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No one else would have been stupid enough to just throw that shield away and be like, "Well, I guess you should just kill me now then." That had Stephanie Grace Rogers written all over it. He had already begun to recognize her before that, though.
But her next comment made him chuckle softly. "Glad you like me this way," he said simply. "Cause I can't really go back. But now I'm worried I should watch out if somebody taller comes around." He wasn't really, but he could still tease her. "You should see how tall this one guy I kinda know can get."
That would be a talk for another time, though. Not when they were naked in bed together.
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She couldn't resist teasing though. "You're right, you did go out of your way to secure a box of condoms. Are we even using them?" She was probably going to regret egging him on, but she had to do it.
At his teasing, she made a face. "I've met plenty tall guys. I don't care about them. They're not you." He might be messing with her, but she had to stress that part. That was what mattered; that she loved only him, and no one else would ever turn her head.
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"Sweetheart, you have no idea how bad I want to use those condoms," he told her, chuckling softly at her teasing as he let his hand drift lightly down the side of the thigh she had hooked over his hip. "You ready to try one?" He'd gotten a third finger inside her before her last orgasm kicked off, so he knew she was fairly stretched out, but he still wasn't sure if it was enough. But Steph knew her body best, so he figured she should be the one to decide if she was ready for that step yet.
Really, Bucky wished they didn't need to use one, but he knew her concerns even if she tried to brush them aside earlier. Still, he did think of something that she might like to know for later. "There's other kinds of birth controls now, too, you know," he started, smirking at her. "Kinds you get from a doctor where you don't have to use a condom to keep from getting knocked up."
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She perked up at the new information he was giving her. "Really? Oh." Oh, indeed. That meant so many possibilities. "I love the future," she said with a giggle, parting her legs as he settled into place.
Then she looked up at him thoughtfully, her blush suddenly several shades fiercer. "And if we want kids? Can doctors help with that now too?" The words were out of her before she could stop herself. She couldn't help it. She'd dreamed of some miracle where Bucky turned out to be in love with her, and they married and had children. At least two. One was good, but lonely. She'd always kind of envied Bucky and Becca.
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Then she was bringing up kids, which he was pretty sure would have turned off most guys, but Bucky had pictured just that with her many times in his life. "We'll talk to the doctors about kids, too, yeah," his grin didn't waver as he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth while his hand worked her. "If they can keep you safe then I wouldn't mind having a couple of rugrats with you one day. Not yet, though. I want to enjoy you for a while first. And make sure my head's screwed on right."
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Eventually she loosened up, though the sensation was replaced by pleasure beginning to build up in her tiny body again. Still, she at least managed to return to their conversation this time. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything." She'd just sprung that on him, hadn't she? Thankfully he was on board with it, but it was a bit embarrassing to have jumped the gun. "I just love you so much." So much that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and to have a family if at all possible.
When her hips started to move, wanting more, she forced herself to stop, slipped her hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss, then said, already breathless, "I think we can try now."
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He kissed her back hungrily when she pulled him down, then groaned softly against her mouth when she said she was ready. After moving away just long enough to grab the box from the nightstand, he settled back on his knees between her open legs. For a moment, he just let his eyes take in her body and the way she was laid out for him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said simply before finally tearing into the box.
Having had no practice with condoms before, it took him a minute to get it on properly, but once he did, he lowered himself to the same position he had been in before, only instead of using his hand on her, Bucky wrapped it around himself. "Tell me if I need to stop, or pull out, or any of that, alright?" he told her as he slid the head of his cock between her wet folds, then moaned softly as he began to slowly, carefully press into her for the first time.
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A strange thrill ran through her when he wrapped his hand around himself though, which she was sure just wasn't only from anticipation. Fleetingly, she wondered what he looked like pleasuring himself. Maybe she could even draw him while he did, since she wouldn't be too distracted without his mouth or hands touching her.
For now though, he was pushing his cock into her, and it was so, so tight. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut and her fingers curling around the sheets as she tensed up from the pain. He'd told her they could stop anytime, she only had to say the word, but she had already made up her stubborn ass not to do that—
Then he was leaning over her, lifting her arms over her head and lacing their fingers together, and, most importantly, reminding her to breathe. It was just like whenever she had an asthma attack, only that instead of rubbing her back as he told her to look at him and breathe, he was slowly pushing the length of his cock into her. Her breathing grew ragged and punctured by moans, but she breathed, and while there was pain, there was also searing pleasure. She couldn't find the words to describe it, only that she really liked it.
"Jesus, Buck," she gasped once he was fully inside her. She didn't move for a moment, just panting and looking up at him with wild eyes. "I'm okay," she assured, before he did something stupid like stop and pull out. "Definitely not a virgin anymore."
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Leaning down, Bucky kissed his best friend for a long moment as they both adjusted to the new feeling of him being inside her. Eventually, Bucky groaned into the kiss as he began to move in slow, tentative thrusts, only picking up the pace when he was sure that he both wasn't about to come entirely too soon, and also she really was ready.
Pulling back enough to watch her as he moved, Bucky let go of one of her hands so he could grip her hip. "I love you so much, Steph," he told her, eyes wide as they stayed locked on her face, taking in every single expression and reaction she had. "It was only ever gonna be you."
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Her hand followed his to her hip, gripping his fingers tightly as he picked up his pace. She met his gaze with a matching expression of devotion and hunger, but she couldn't hold it for as long as she wanted; every so often he would hit a spot that made her moan loudly, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back. Sweat pooled on her skin, but she barely even noticed.
She wrapped her legs around him to push him deeper, crying out at how good it felt. She kept her hips angled that way as she held on to him, her mouth hanging open through exclamations of delight, swearing, moaning, whimpers of yes and harder, Buck, and varied sensual inflections of his name. She was probably going to pass out after this, but she didn't care. Her soldier was finally back home from the war and, good Lord, they deserved to fuck with wild abandon.
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But it wasn't like he wasn't absolutely getting his own pleasure out of it, as was evident in his ragged breathing and the way he also kept moaning her name, how much he loved her, and various curses. Bucky felt like he could keep going forever, but also like he was going to come at any moment at the same time, even though he was trying to hold himself back.
It was everything Bucky had been waiting for. During the war, before his original capture, he'd even decided that the second he got home, once it was done, he was going to confess to her and probably even propose then and there. He might be late, but he was finally done with the wars, and he had confessed, alright. The proposing, he decided, could wait for a while, though. Steph had enough to adjust to already.
Even though he wasn't physically tired, Bucky had his own sweat building up as he let out another groan. "Sweetheart, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
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She slid her hand from his hip to his back, bony fingers digging into his flesh, while her other hand was at the back of his head, gripping his hair. Burying her face against his shoulder, she coaxed, "Come for me, darling," then ground her hips to help him along.
She should probably not have been surprised that moving together in those last moments brought her to her peak too, but somehow she was, and she ended up biting into his shoulder as she cried out in ecstasy. Oops. She'd apologize for it later once she came down from her high.
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It wasn't until his orgasm finally began to wane that he was able to form words at all. "Fuck, Steph. Baby," he all but whimpered against her ear. "I love you so much, sweetheart. Always have."
Once he came down from that high, Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling Steph along so he could hold her tightly against himself and not crush her tiny body under his weight. His heart was pounding hard against his ribs, he was breathing heavy, and he couldn't be more thrilled about what the two of them had finally done.
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"I love you so much," she returned when she could finally speak. She placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you for choosing me."
It wasn't like he hadn't been spoilt for choice. He had dated some of the prettiest girls in their neighborhood, and later he was in the Army and making his way across Europe. Then he even had Cap, who had everything he loved about Steph, just better. Steph was so desperate for his affections that she had been willing to be the substitute and play house with him until Cap changed her mind and came back, but he chose to be with her tonight. It meant so much to her that he did.
She sniffed suddenly, pulling her hand back to swipe the back of it on her eyes. "S-Sorry. I'm okay. I just..." She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to be with you so badly."
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Sighing, he lowered his head so he could press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. "I haven't so much as thought about being with anyone but you, Steph. The dates were just so people would get off my back about being single, or cause I was helping someone else. Remember Hazel and Midge? I dated them back-to-back." Bucky perked a brow and paused for a moment, letting her think back to the women he'd seen in their early twenties. "They were a couple and their parents were starting to question why they weren't seeing any guys."
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Now she had this. He was back, and he was hers. She tugged him down so she could kiss him again, smiling against his lips. "No more fighting, okay?" Surely the future had found a way to stop wars, or at least nations didn't need to forcibly send their men to battle anymore. There was still the matter of the trial, but as he'd said, Cap had friends. They would find a way. "We're home now."
It was the weirdest concept of home like, ever, but she would take it.
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There was a warm smile as Bucky shifted back onto his side again, then pulled one of the pillows over his metal arm before he tugged his girl close. He wanted her as comfortable as possible and didn't feel like rolling over her, so hopefully the pillow would help.
"We're home now, yeah," he said softly. "Cause my home is wherever you are. I don't care where I live, I just want you with me."
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"I love you so much," she mumbled, eyes closing. Her chest still heaved as she caught her breath, but it wasn't in an alarming way like when she'd have an asthma attack or a severe allergic reaction. She clutched at him almost as if she was afraid to be ripped away by some weird time thing or, worse, Cap herself. Maybe she was.
She was asleep before even hearing anything he might've said in answer.
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