Bucky couldn't help laughing softly at her request. "All you gotta do is tell me what you want or need and I'll do it." There wasn't much he wouldn't do for her, but he'd always been that way. But she was right, it did sound sort of hot. He probably wouldn't do anything particularly rough unless she asked him to, though. Too much of his life had been focused on protecting her.
But then she was telling him about the lack of anything she had on under that shirt and Bucky groaned softly as he looked her over again. "I mean, I know I wouldn't mind you walking around here in next to nothing or less all the time, but I'm pretty sure you're actually gonna want to leave the apartment every once in a while." She had a whole world of the future to explore, after all.
"You know that goes the other way around too, right?" It felt a little weird to be giving each other shit when it came to most things, but to be much softer, much sweeter, more sensual in the bedroom. It was a nice kind of weird though. At the very least it was a reminder that they weren't just best of friends; they were lovers now, too. "I'll blow you or ride you any time of the day, just say the word."
Apparently Steph wasn't as averse to talking about sex as Bucky might've thought. Her perceived lack of interest in the past was really just because she hadn't wanted to do it with anyone but him.
"You'll help me pick out what to buy? I dunno what the current fashion is like, and you know I can't see colors well." While she knew she had trouble seeing colors, it was really still an abstract concept to her. Her vision had colors just fine, but there had been instances when Bucky or someone else had told her the colors of her clothes clashed or something like that. From what little she'd seen, the future had more colors to work with.
It really was a surprise to Bucky how easily she discussed sex, but it wasn't exactly a bad one. He'd never been much of one for talking about it with his buddies when they were younger, either, and it had been because he was pretty much waiting for her. While his classmates and coworkers back then had wanted to jump into bed with as many women as they could, Bucky was content to wait for one in particular.
And wait he sure as shit did.
"I'll remember that," he said to her offer. "But so far I think making you feel good is my favorite part." Hell, Bucky had always gone out of his way to help her or make her happy. Seeing her smile had always been one of his favorite things.
"Outside of pointing out colors, I don't know how much help I'll be with clothes. But I'll try, alright?" He almost suggested calling Nat to help her pick out clothes, then remembered there was no more Nat. Maybe Wanda? She seemed like an alright--if angry--kid at the airport.
Jesus, Bucky really didn't know many people.
But the mention of her color blindness made him think of something. "There's also walk-in eye doctors now. I've seen them around. Maybe we can stop by one of those while we're out. See how soon we can get you some new glasses so you can actually see what New York is like now."
"Really?" Just when Steph thought Bucky couldn't get any hotter. Her more experienced classmates and later on coworkers often lamented about their sexual partners' self-serving attitudes, but apparently she not only got the man who waited for the woman he loved, he also enjoyed making her feel good. "I'm easy though. Just... do what you did last night." His mouth was probably her favorite, but she wasn't going to say no to whatever he felt like doing. She wanted him to feel good too.
"Well, if you like them, then maybe they're good?" Brands were never something she particularly thought about, but she could get nitpicky about quality and would invest in certain essential pieces. Today's prices might give her an asthma attack though. Hence the approach of, if he thought she looked good in those clothes, then they were probably good.
She honestly had no idea what she was missing in terms of her vision, but if he thought there was something more to see, she believed him. "Should I start getting ready now?" She glanced out the window, then squinted because she couldn't see that far out. It was maybe fall? She hadn't actually taken a good look at the date in all of yesterday's excitement.
"Yeah, really." Bucky grinned as he watched her, then reached his hand out to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. He just wanted an excuse to touch her. "I always put you first, sweetheart. Why wouldn't it be the same for our sex life?" Hell, the fact that the two of them had a sex life was amazing enough to him. He'd only spent, what, ninety years wanting to share that with her?
"I'll probably think you look beautiful no matter what you try on. But I'll do my best, alright?" Hell, he didn't even put much thought into his own clothes. Layers for warmth, and make them comfortable and not stand out too much. And the not standing out part was more for safety than anything. Getting recognized in public didn't exactly go well for him.
Bucky chuckled at her squinting, though. More for the timing than anything else, since he'd just mentioned glasses. "Yeah, we're getting your eyes checked," he stated, no longer really a question. "If you want to go ahead and get ready we can do that. Things you don't need to try on--like, I don't know, curlers and toiletries or whatever-- I can just order that stuff online and get them delivered, so I guess we could just focus on clothes for now."
"Because," Steph began to retort, blush deepening at Bucky's open declaration that they did, in fact, have a sex life now, "it can't always be about me. I want you to feel good and have a good time too." She loved him, after all. And as much as she enjoyed her orgasms, she could wait to get off so he could.
Besides, it also gave her a wicked thrill to leave a big, strong man groaning and helpless against a tiny little thing such as herself. She could still remember the way he'd moaned her name and how much she loved that breathless, wanting sound.
They had some shopping to do. But all this talk of last night's activity had her squirming in her seat. "Mm-hmm," she affirmed absent-mindedly; he was saying something about curlers and stuff being delivered, like he had done with their food and box of condoms. Which was such a cool future thing, but shit, condoms. He had been so thick and tight.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she rested a hand on his thigh and leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn't just a soft press of her lips to his, instead she went in all open-mouthed and sucked on his lower lip. "One more before we go?"
Bucky groaned into the sudden kiss, immediately responding in kind. "Like I'd ever say no to that," he chuckled at her question.
It didn't take long for him to push his stool back from the counter, stand, and, just for the fun of it, scoop Steph up and toss her over his shoulder. Sure, he could do that with just about anyone, but with Steph it was different because she was tiny and, now, she was his. Just like he was hers.
Carrying her to the bedroom, he even let his hand drift up the back of her thigh, stopping just shy of resting on her bare ass under the shirt. "Guess you don't have to ask me twice."
Steph squeaked, then started laughing as Bucky carted her off to the bedroom. That laugh turned breathless when he slid his hand up the back of her thigh and she thought of those big, strong hands squeezing her ass while he did God knew what to her.
Shit. She'd always been into him, but now that she'd had a real taste, she was going to keep wanting it. Without any panties on she could already feel the slickness on the inside of her thighs, well within reach of his large, long fingers. It was torture that he wasn't touching her there yet.
"Are we sharing a room eventually?" she asked, if only to distract herself. Jesus, Stephanie, when did you get so horny?
Bucky gave Steph's ass the quickest of squeezes before he flipped her onto her back on the bed, then grinned down at her. "If you want to share a room, then yeah. We'll share," he said as he leaned down to press a slow kiss to her lips for a few seconds. Then added, "We'll do anything you want to do, sweetheart."
If Steph wanted to share a room, they'd share a room. If she wanted to go shopping later, they'd go shopping. Hell, if Steph wanted to pick up and move to Jersey or Alabama or some shit, he'd follow her there, too. Bucky was done with people forcing him to do things, but choosing to do pretty much anything Steph Rogers wanted was completely different.
But, for the record, Bucky himself also wanted to share a room. He wanted to fall asleep with Steph in his arms at night and wake up to see her beautiful face every morning.
Steph wrapped her legs around Bucky's waist and buried her hands into his hair as they kissed. She eventually started to grind into him, her hold on his hair tightening as she pulled herself up to do so. God, she was so happy. They were having sex in broad daylight, not hiding in the dark like they were having an illicit affair. Plus he looked more handsome than ever, the light streaming through the windows hitting his body just right.
"Yeah, I wanna. And I wanna sketch you later," she said, almost urgently, not even breaking the kiss to talk. She'd already found a spare sketchpad and pencils among Cap's supplies and had set them aside, but she didn't think her first piece would be of Bucky's naked body leaning over her.
She also didn't think she was the sort who liked talking dirty while fucking, but when he asked what else she wanted to do in relation to sex, she ratted off a rather specific list, which ended up sounding like dirty talk. She wanted him to mark the inside of her thighs. She wanted to sit on his face, then for him to fuck her mouth. She also wanted him to get her off with her clothes still on, like pin her to the wall and slip his hand under her skirt and in her panties, and to watch him jerk off while she touched herself. For someone so small, she had big ideas and a surprisingly large appetite.
At first Bucky groaned because of the way Steph was pulling his halr as she arched up to grind against him, which was hot in itself, but it was made hotter because she'd already told him she didn't have anything on under that shirt. He even began to grind his very stiff groin against her in return, completely unbothered by the fact that his lounge pants were sure to be getting soaked with her juices. In fact, he kinda liked that thought.
But then Bucky moaned again when she started telling him the various things she wanted to do to him, or for him to do to her. "Christ, that mouth, sweetheart," he said before letting out a soft, happy laugh. "Lotta real good ideas though." Smirking, he placed his hands on her hips, then rolled the two of them so she was on top while he was on his back.
"I could knock two of those things off your list like this, you know. If you scoot up here, I could mark up the insides of those thighs before you sit on my face." By that point, his eyes were probably almost entirely pupil. Over the course of one night, Bucky had gone from being such a gentleman with her--and every other woman, for that matter--to being ready to literally toss her on their bed and ravish her if she asked, all because he just... didn't have to hold himself back with her any more. She turned him the hell on, and he wanted her to know that. His hands slid under the back of her shirt, where he groped at her ass, one cheek in each hand. "You can even hold onto the headboard up here."
Bucky wasn't the only one thrilled by their newfound freedom. In the interest of preserving their friendship, Steph had not only suppressed her affections, but also her desires. They were bursting out of her now, with the same passion as she'd had for their relationship as friends and like those times she'd stand up against bullies, her fire burning bright despite her poor health and tiny body.
Being on top of him was hot. So was his eagerness to satisfy her burning fantasies; she'd worried, for a minute, that he'd be put off by how horny she actually was. And the way he looked up at her with eyes blown wide with lust only made her wetter — and that was even before he'd groped her ass.
She didn't waste time with words. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips and definitely staining the front of his pants, then yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away without a care where it ended up. When she caught him staring though, she lingered to let him, before bringing her hands to her chest to cup her breasts. She mimicked what he had done to them the night before, squeezing and kneading and flicking her erect nipples with her thumbs then pulling at them, practically daring him to get up and take one into his mouth.
But when he tried to, she pushed him back with surprising strength, then crawled forward to straddle his chest. "Later, baby," she teased with a grin, in that shy but equally brazen manner only Stephanie Rogers can seem to pull off, as she swiped her fingers between her folds and offered them to him to suck on.
There was a heated smirk on Bucky's face as his eyes roamed Steph's naked body, loving the sight of her in general, but also the way she groped and fondled at herself for him. "You're so damn gorgeous, Steph," he breathed, moving his hands from resting on her ass to slide up over her bare thighs before coming to a rest on her slim hips. In all his years of picturing just what it might be like to be with his best friend, he never quite expected her to be so overtly sexual like she was, but god, he loved it so far.
But then she was scooting further up his body and offering him her fingers and there was no way he was going to turn that down. Without hesitation, he took her fingers into his mouth and sucked greedily at them, letting his tongue twist around them as he stared up at her.
He moved his right hand so he could tease her clit with his thumb while he sucked at her fingers. Bucky really did love making Steph feel good, dammit. He always had, but until the day before it had been just... comforting her, or making her laugh (when they were younger, not so much in recent years.). Maybe rubbing her shoulders a little or something when she was sore or tired. Now, on the other hand, he could make her feel good in other ways. Like doing things she specifically listed she wanted to do in bed.
With his metal hand he tried to gently urge her up further, though, smirking when she pulled her fingers from his mouth. "I want my mouth on you, sweetheart."
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But then she was telling him about the lack of anything she had on under that shirt and Bucky groaned softly as he looked her over again. "I mean, I know I wouldn't mind you walking around here in next to nothing or less all the time, but I'm pretty sure you're actually gonna want to leave the apartment every once in a while." She had a whole world of the future to explore, after all.
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Apparently Steph wasn't as averse to talking about sex as Bucky might've thought. Her perceived lack of interest in the past was really just because she hadn't wanted to do it with anyone but him.
"You'll help me pick out what to buy? I dunno what the current fashion is like, and you know I can't see colors well." While she knew she had trouble seeing colors, it was really still an abstract concept to her. Her vision had colors just fine, but there had been instances when Bucky or someone else had told her the colors of her clothes clashed or something like that. From what little she'd seen, the future had more colors to work with.
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And wait he sure as shit did.
"I'll remember that," he said to her offer. "But so far I think making you feel good is my favorite part." Hell, Bucky had always gone out of his way to help her or make her happy. Seeing her smile had always been one of his favorite things.
"Outside of pointing out colors, I don't know how much help I'll be with clothes. But I'll try, alright?" He almost suggested calling Nat to help her pick out clothes, then remembered there was no more Nat. Maybe Wanda? She seemed like an alright--if angry--kid at the airport.
Jesus, Bucky really didn't know many people.
But the mention of her color blindness made him think of something. "There's also walk-in eye doctors now. I've seen them around. Maybe we can stop by one of those while we're out. See how soon we can get you some new glasses so you can actually see what New York is like now."
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"Well, if you like them, then maybe they're good?" Brands were never something she particularly thought about, but she could get nitpicky about quality and would invest in certain essential pieces. Today's prices might give her an asthma attack though. Hence the approach of, if he thought she looked good in those clothes, then they were probably good.
She honestly had no idea what she was missing in terms of her vision, but if he thought there was something more to see, she believed him. "Should I start getting ready now?" She glanced out the window, then squinted because she couldn't see that far out. It was maybe fall? She hadn't actually taken a good look at the date in all of yesterday's excitement.
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"I'll probably think you look beautiful no matter what you try on. But I'll do my best, alright?" Hell, he didn't even put much thought into his own clothes. Layers for warmth, and make them comfortable and not stand out too much. And the not standing out part was more for safety than anything. Getting recognized in public didn't exactly go well for him.
Bucky chuckled at her squinting, though. More for the timing than anything else, since he'd just mentioned glasses. "Yeah, we're getting your eyes checked," he stated, no longer really a question. "If you want to go ahead and get ready we can do that. Things you don't need to try on--like, I don't know, curlers and toiletries or whatever-- I can just order that stuff online and get them delivered, so I guess we could just focus on clothes for now."
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Besides, it also gave her a wicked thrill to leave a big, strong man groaning and helpless against a tiny little thing such as herself. She could still remember the way he'd moaned her name and how much she loved that breathless, wanting sound.
They had some shopping to do. But all this talk of last night's activity had her squirming in her seat. "Mm-hmm," she affirmed absent-mindedly; he was saying something about curlers and stuff being delivered, like he had done with their food and box of condoms. Which was such a cool future thing, but shit, condoms. He had been so thick and tight.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she rested a hand on his thigh and leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn't just a soft press of her lips to his, instead she went in all open-mouthed and sucked on his lower lip. "One more before we go?"
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It didn't take long for him to push his stool back from the counter, stand, and, just for the fun of it, scoop Steph up and toss her over his shoulder. Sure, he could do that with just about anyone, but with Steph it was different because she was tiny and, now, she was his. Just like he was hers.
Carrying her to the bedroom, he even let his hand drift up the back of her thigh, stopping just shy of resting on her bare ass under the shirt. "Guess you don't have to ask me twice."
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Shit. She'd always been into him, but now that she'd had a real taste, she was going to keep wanting it. Without any panties on she could already feel the slickness on the inside of her thighs, well within reach of his large, long fingers. It was torture that he wasn't touching her there yet.
"Are we sharing a room eventually?" she asked, if only to distract herself. Jesus, Stephanie, when did you get so horny?
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If Steph wanted to share a room, they'd share a room. If she wanted to go shopping later, they'd go shopping. Hell, if Steph wanted to pick up and move to Jersey or Alabama or some shit, he'd follow her there, too. Bucky was done with people forcing him to do things, but choosing to do pretty much anything Steph Rogers wanted was completely different.
But, for the record, Bucky himself also wanted to share a room. He wanted to fall asleep with Steph in his arms at night and wake up to see her beautiful face every morning.
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"Yeah, I wanna. And I wanna sketch you later," she said, almost urgently, not even breaking the kiss to talk. She'd already found a spare sketchpad and pencils among Cap's supplies and had set them aside, but she didn't think her first piece would be of Bucky's naked body leaning over her.
She also didn't think she was the sort who liked talking dirty while fucking, but when he asked what else she wanted to do in relation to sex, she ratted off a rather specific list, which ended up sounding like dirty talk. She wanted him to mark the inside of her thighs. She wanted to sit on his face, then for him to fuck her mouth. She also wanted him to get her off with her clothes still on, like pin her to the wall and slip his hand under her skirt and in her panties, and to watch him jerk off while she touched herself. For someone so small, she had big ideas and a surprisingly large appetite.
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But then Bucky moaned again when she started telling him the various things she wanted to do to him, or for him to do to her. "Christ, that mouth, sweetheart," he said before letting out a soft, happy laugh. "Lotta real good ideas though." Smirking, he placed his hands on her hips, then rolled the two of them so she was on top while he was on his back.
"I could knock two of those things off your list like this, you know. If you scoot up here, I could mark up the insides of those thighs before you sit on my face." By that point, his eyes were probably almost entirely pupil. Over the course of one night, Bucky had gone from being such a gentleman with her--and every other woman, for that matter--to being ready to literally toss her on their bed and ravish her if she asked, all because he just... didn't have to hold himself back with her any more. She turned him the hell on, and he wanted her to know that. His hands slid under the back of her shirt, where he groped at her ass, one cheek in each hand. "You can even hold onto the headboard up here."
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Being on top of him was hot. So was his eagerness to satisfy her burning fantasies; she'd worried, for a minute, that he'd be put off by how horny she actually was. And the way he looked up at her with eyes blown wide with lust only made her wetter — and that was even before he'd groped her ass.
She didn't waste time with words. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips and definitely staining the front of his pants, then yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away without a care where it ended up. When she caught him staring though, she lingered to let him, before bringing her hands to her chest to cup her breasts. She mimicked what he had done to them the night before, squeezing and kneading and flicking her erect nipples with her thumbs then pulling at them, practically daring him to get up and take one into his mouth.
But when he tried to, she pushed him back with surprising strength, then crawled forward to straddle his chest. "Later, baby," she teased with a grin, in that shy but equally brazen manner only Stephanie Rogers can seem to pull off, as she swiped her fingers between her folds and offered them to him to suck on.
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But then she was scooting further up his body and offering him her fingers and there was no way he was going to turn that down. Without hesitation, he took her fingers into his mouth and sucked greedily at them, letting his tongue twist around them as he stared up at her.
He moved his right hand so he could tease her clit with his thumb while he sucked at her fingers. Bucky really did love making Steph feel good, dammit. He always had, but until the day before it had been just... comforting her, or making her laugh (when they were younger, not so much in recent years.). Maybe rubbing her shoulders a little or something when she was sore or tired. Now, on the other hand, he could make her feel good in other ways. Like doing things she specifically listed she wanted to do in bed.
With his metal hand he tried to gently urge her up further, though, smirking when she pulled her fingers from his mouth. "I want my mouth on you, sweetheart."
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