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

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."

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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