dysmorphics | it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

"So did you," Steph shot back with a laugh, tugging Bucky closer by the hair so she could kiss him slowly. "I like you better without them," she murmured into his mouth.

Did he really only intend to make her come this time? It seemed such a shame when they could do it together. She clambered into his lap then, groaning softly as she felt some soreness when she maneuvered to spread her legs and wrap them around his thick waist.

Bucky grinned as she climbed into his lap, then wrapped his arms tightly around her middle and held onto her as he stood up, easily lifting her with him. "I like you better without yours, too," he said simply. "But I'll take you any way I can get you."

Shifting one arm under her ass to hold her up, he let go of her with the other one so he could pick up the box of condoms, then carried her to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, if we don't get in the shower soon the come's gonna dry and get itchy as hell," he told her simply before setting her and the box on the countertop, then moving to get the shower started for them.

Another thing Steph never thought she would end up liking so much: being carried around. Oh, she still hated the idea of being treated like glass when it came to everyday living, for while she had health issues, it wasn't like she was utterly useless. She lived and breathed and worked (or at least she used to work) like any other person.

When it came to sex though, Bucky could pick her up whichever way anytime he wanted. Carry her, throw her over his shoulder, set her down on countertops — if it was in the context of sex, then by all means, she liked it. So she let him do the honors, content to just ogle him as he got the shower ready for them.

Then she took out a packet from
the box of condoms, tore it open with her teeth, and waited for him to walk back up to her. "Here, let me," she offered, all confident even if her only experience with condoms was watching him put one on the night before.

Bucky didn't come back to Steph until the water was running good and warm, and he didn't argue when she said she wanted to put the condom on him. Instead, he just groaned softly as she put it on, then leaned in to give her another kiss.

"Good news," he started, smirking as he scooped her up again, then carried her over and into the shower. "We don't have to rush. Showers stay hot a hell of a lot longer than they used to."

Which was handy, because Bucky definitely wanted to take his time not only making love to her in the shower, but also getting her clean once they were done with that. Which shouldn't be surprising, because he seemed to want to take his time doing most things with her instead of just rushing through everything.

Steph looped her arms around Bucky's neck and her legs around his waist. The water was nice and warm, but he ran hot enough that it was extra toasty being with him in the shower. It would've been super relaxing if not for being naked and the promise of fucking.

She watched the water flatten his hair, remembering the times they'd gone swimming or dumped water on their heads to stave off the sweltering summer heat. But the water kept flowing, and she suddenly found herself imagining how she might look if he came on the top of her head and let his cum trickle down her face. It would be so messy, and it might get in her eyes, but it would be so hot—

She squirmed. "Are you coming on me again?" The water would wash it straight off, but it didn't mean that he couldn't, right?

Bucky couldn't help laughing as he pinned Steph between the shower wall and his body. "You sure seem like you're developing a real big thing for me coming all over you, baby," he told her with a smirk. It wasn't a complaint in the slightest, just what seemed to be a fact.

Shifting his hips a bit as he held her in place, Bucky let his cock drag against Steph. "We can do that if you want, but I was kinda hoping to come in you instead of on you."

Maybe once she started seeing modern doctors about the various things she could get on something that would let them toss the condoms, then it wouldn't have to be as much of an either-or decision. Plus, if she liked it on her skin so much, maybe she'd like actually having him fill her.

"Hey, at least I'm catching a good thing, for once," Steph said with an echoing laugh and an extra flush to her cheeks. She wasn't ashamed to let him know she was into him, but she wasn't going to let him be insufferable about it either. They were still best of friends, after all, and they still had to give each other shit.

But her ability for witty banter seemed to fly out the window the moment he dragged his cock against her, the sweet friction drawing a ragged moan out of her. Fuck, and he was holding her up against the shower wall like it was no big deal. "In me then," she conceded easily, because sure, she might be developing a real big thing for him coming all over her, but he wanted to come in her so he was going to, dammit.

It had taken them a while last night to get his cock in because it had been her first time, but she hoped it wouldn't take too long now since she was already pretty worked up from everything they did in the bedroom.

Bucky still ended up having to work Steph open again, so he just held her a bit higher with one arm--still like she weighed nothing--and used his fingers to do so, kissing her hard the whole time. Because of the night before, as well as everything they'd already been up to that morning, it didn't take nearly as long as it had the first time, so it was really no time before he was lowering her back down.

But that time, he also held his cock in place and lowered Steph onto it with a moan. "You feel so good, Steph," he told her when he moved his hand back to her hip, then began to rock his hips slowly.

The tiles were cold against Steph's back, but she barely felt it, not with the way Bucky's mouth and fingers set her body on fire. She also loved how their moaning and groaning echoed around them, as well as him showing off his strength by holding her up with just an arm. But then she probably just loved everything about him.

Then he lowered her right onto his cock, and while it only hurt a little, it still felt so tight that she let out a shuddering cry until it was completely inside her. "Fuck, baby," she gasped, holding on tightly to him while she caught her breath. "I'm okay. Just need a minute or I might come already."

Thankfully, that wasn't the case, though they proceeded slowly anyway, wanting to savor the experience. "I love you, Buck," she said at some point while they kissed, just because she could. She was so happy.

"I love you, too, Steph," he said simply as he watched her, and continued to move in her slowly. Bucky was in no real rush with her then, content to just be with her slowly. So, that's what Bucky did. He spent the next little while slowly taking her apart under the running water.

But, once they both came again, Bucky put her feet back on the ground before starting to wash her gently, peppering her freshly clean skin with kisses here and there.

Steph had several experiences to add to her list of favorites then. Sure, fucking in the shower was hot, but Bucky cleaning her up after was heartwarmingly intimate. He was so gentle, and while she would normally shrug off help with things she could do herself, she was glad she let him.

"Lemme wash your hair, okay?" She'd already been soaping him too, but he was so much taller than her that he would either have to duck or lift her up so she could do so. Maybe they should also get a stepstool for the bathroom.

And that was another thing she liked: getting to take care of him. She did what she could in the past, like cooking for him or also doing some of his laundry, but bathing was too intimate for two people who were just friends to engage in. So she was glad she could do this for him now. She would love to do it all — wipe him dry, comb his hair, help him get dressed if only because she could. Then later, help him take his clothes off.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Bucky said as he considered how to make it easiest for her. He could lean forward, but then the shampoo would just keep running into his face, and that was a bitch. He could hold her up, but for something like washing his hair that seemed awkward. So, he came up with a third option, and just lowered himself to his knees in front of her in the shower, grinning up at the beautiful--but short--woman in front of him.

"This good enough?" he asked, teasing her just a bit. It wasn't her fault that she was tiny, just like it wasn't his fault he was more than a foot taller than her, but he could still tease her about it. Especially since he always liked her being pocket sized.

(To be fair, he also liked her being tall. He just liked her, really. It didn't matter what she looked like.)

The sex part was over, they really had to clean up now, but dammit, of all the options Bucky just had to choose the one that reminded Steph of sex. Licking her lips, she watched him on his knees for a moment before finally reaching for the shampoo and lathering some onto his hair.

"More than good enough. But you don't wanna know what I really think," she answered belatedly. She didn't want him to see her blush and think she was so insatiable. Maybe she was. But she also just really liked spending time with him, and now that sex was in the cards because they were no longer just friends, well.

Unlike those moments when she'd gripped his hair, this time she's gentle, smoothing out tangles with her fingers and even massaging his scalp. He deserved some pampering after all he'd done for her, really.

Bucky chuckled softly as he closed his eyes, still not wanting to get shampoo in them even though he did like the sight of looking up at his very naked, soaking wet girlfriend. "Believe it or not, I usually like knowing what you're thinking," he told her. He was pretty sure he could figure out what she was thinking on his own most of the time, really. But Steph definitely had moments that made him wonder.

Usually, it was when she was picking fights, though.

But, he decided not to wonder then. Instead, he just enjoyed the feeling of Steph gently washing his hair and rubbing his scalp while he wondered when the last time anyone touched him with such gentleness (outside of when he was in bed with Steph) was.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly after a minute or two. "But I'll be damned if anything tries to separate me from you again."

Sure, she didn't live through all the separations he had with the other Steph, but the point still stood. She was here, she wanted to be with him, and if you asked Bucky? Steph was the only person for him. No matter what point in time she was from.

"I just really like the view," Steph admitted shyly. Fine, she was really into him, okay? And now that they were together and promised no more secrets between them, she didn't have to hide it anymore. He was just going to have to live with that. (Wow, what an awful thing, right?)

She waited until she was finished before responding to what he said next though, coaxing him back to his feet and herding him toward the shower wall so it was his back to it now. She was too tiny and lightweight to do any real pinning, but it was the thought that counted. "You deserve all the love I have for you," she said fiercely, reaching up to cup the sides of his face with both her hands. "But you don't even need to deserve it in the first place. I love you. I choose you. I will always love and choose you."

Bucky just grinned as Steph finished washing his hair, then easily let her back him against the wall once he was on his feet again. It didn't matter that the blonde woman was small and skinny; if she wanted him to move somewhere, he was going to do it.

He brought his hands up to hold Steph's wrists gently as he watched her. "I'm gonna have to hold you to that. You know that, right?" It probably wasn't healthy (but what was healthy in Bucky's mind, really?), but losing Steph would probably destroy him entirely.

Steph drew her hands back and shifted her hold so she could kiss the inside of Bucky's wrists. "To the end of the line, baby," she promised. "You're gonna have to make me leave if you want me outta your hair."

It felt different making that promise now that they weren't only friends. She understood how Cap could've promised that and still leave, and how hers was different. She meant it like a wedding vow, in sickness and in health and all that jazz. They were in this together now.

Bucky smiled at the kisses on his wrists, never taking his eyes off of her. "No chance of that, sweetheart," he said softly. "You missed the, uh... years of me trying to keep my distance." But it wasn't because he didn't want to be around her. Not exactly. It was because he was trying to figure out who he was in pretty much every way. And because he wasn't safe, among other things. "That was different, though."

Leaning down, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "To the end of the line, Steph. I promise."

Steph stood on her toes and wriggled her wrists out of Bucky's grip so she could wrap her arms around his neck while they kissed. "I love you so much," she said against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss. "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

Even after kissing for some more after that, it was still with reluctance that they broke off and finished their shower. It was only his reassurance that they could do it again later, after they go shopping and maybe a round or two in bed, that made her relent.

Happy enough with that, she changed into another of Cap's shirts that she wore like a dress. She found a pair of shorts with a light, breezy fabric and a drawstring waist that she managed to use in lieu of her still drying panties by tightening the string as much as she could; it took an odd shape but it would have to do. Then she had to stuff some socks into one of Cap's running shoes because they were too big.

"I look funny," she said miserably when he came into the room after having changed himself. Her saving grace was her hair, but otherwise she thought she looked like she was wearing a sack.

It hadn't taken Bucky very long at all to get ready. Jeans, Henley or two, shoes, done. He'd grab his jacket, hat, and backpack when they were on their way out. So, by the time she came back out he was sitting comfortably on the couch, flipping through the channels idly.

So, when she showed back up, he couldn't help the amused grin on his face. "Yeah, I'm not gonna lie about that," he said, teasing her a bit as he picked up his phone and opened Google. He knew what size she wore when they were younger, so it didn't take him long to run searches for 1940s [dress/shoe/clothing] sizes compared to today to get a general idea of what size they'd be looking for.

"Want me to see if I can just get something simple delivered real quick, that way you've got something else to wear to the shops?" he asked, turning the phone so she could see what he was doing. "I know you'd probably wanna pick most things out in person, but I figure something simple would probably be good enough to start with. Like, I don't know. A dress or a sweater and pants or something."

Edited (i know how to sentence) 2026-01-16 22:46 (UTC)

"Yes please," Steph said quickly, with a hint of desperation. "I don't think these shorts will hold for long and I'm not wearing anything else under them." She wasn't trying to start anything, promise! "Maybe a dress and undergarments?" If they could bring over a box of condoms, surely they could do clothing?

In the meantime, she walked over to join him on the couch. She turned her head to smile at him, then reached out to run her fingers through his hair and straighten out some loose strands. After that she held up her wrist. "Need a hair tie?" She was wearing two, with a spare for him.

Bucky chuckled a little at how quickly Steph jumped on the idea of getting something delivered, and leaned over to give her a quick kiss when she sat down beside him. He had two hair ties on his own metal wrists, but he wouldn't begrudge letting her run her small hands through his hair. "Sure," he told her simply, snagging the hand playing with his hair and pressing a quick kiss to it before letting it go.

Then, because he was so much taller than her, he slid off the couch to sit on the floor in front of it. In that position, not only would she be able to pull his hair back for him easier, but when he found somewhere to order from he could show her dress options and whatever easier, letting her just watch over his shoulder.

And that's what he did. He picked Walmart simply for ease of delivery and the fact that they had everything there--like a modern, lower quality Sears since Sears didn't seem to be around any more (but they also sold food)--and as she played with his hair he showed her different dress, coat, boot, and undergarment options on his phone screen over his shoulder. At that time of year it was definitely getting cold out, so Bucky even encouraged her to get some tights or something.

Once they had something picked out he placed the order--paying the extra charge to get it delivered faster--and set his phone aside before relaxing even more against the couch. "Alright, you should have your starter outfit in an hour."

Edited 2026-01-18 22:24 (UTC)

Steph's little fingers remained buried in Bucky's hair the entire time it took them to pick out clothes to order. She had intended to multitask, but everything he did on his phone was super interesting, and therefore distracting.

For one, there were so many options. Despite being unable to see color properly, there were so many options that decision paralysis eventually sank in. In the end, price became the determining factor, though she almost refused to choose anything since none of the items were in the price range she was accustomed to. She even said she was just going to transform more of Cap's old clothes into dresses and such, anyway there was a sewing kit in the bedroom that she could use. Money wasn't an issue, but it was still too much for her to stomach.

He solved the problem by choosing whatever she showed some interest in — she'd asked to look closer at several items until she learned what part of the screen showed their price tags — and tilting the screen away from her when it was time to pay. She'd probably have had an asthma attack if she'd seen the fee to expedite the delivery.

"Is it really okay?" she still asked after the order was placed. One of the reasons she never thought he would ever be interested in her, especially on the marriage front, was because she knew she would be a burden financially with her poor health.

Bucky caught the hand Steph had resting in his hair and pulled it down so he could press a gentle kiss to it. "It's fine, I mean it," he said as he turned to grin at her. "According to the bank statements we were left with--" which he'd looked at a bit further earlier that morning, before Steph woke up and before he began to cook their breakfast, "--we should be covered for a long time. And that's if we don't find ways to make more money."

Because of when they grew up, the two of them should know how to make do with things, and how to budget when needed. But it didn't seem like it was desperately needed any time soon.

Then he thought of something. He picked his phone back up and pulled up their order, then the dress. Bucky could tell she particularly liked that dress, and it had only been a little over $30. "I looked up the, uh... inflation rates-" it just took him a second to think of the word for that. "-a while back, when I was first learning how to use my phone to learn things, and I was so thrown about the price of everything."

He then turned the phone so she could see the dress. "If you saw this for two bucks in a store back during the war, would that have shocked you as much? Cause when I looked into it, I found out that a dollar back then is worth almost twenty bucks now."

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