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

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.

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

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idk what happened but ANYWAY

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