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

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I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
( 🎶 )

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[hadagreatpast]

Bucky moaned when Steph hooked her leg around him and ground against him, then again at how she tugged at his hair. He released her breast so he could slide that hand between their bodies, letting his fingers slide between her slick folds, rubbing over (what he was pretty sure was) her clit and teasing at her entrance.

He might not have any experience himself, but guys talk, and he'd always been a big reader.

"You're so slick for me, sweetheart," he said on a groan, then tilted his head down to kiss and bite at her neck again since she seemed to enjoy that so much earlier. He was bound to be leaving marks, but she said she healed like he did so he knew they wouldn't last long. Bucky knew women were supposed to get good and wet when properly aroused, but feeling Steph all but dripping for him with his own fingers was so much better than just knowing the fact. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her. "You ready for me, or do you need me to do this for a few minutes?"

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Steph couldn't answer Bucky right away, as she was still reeling from how good everything felt — his weight on top of her, his mouth leaving marks on her neck, his fingers working between her legs. All of that together left her helpless and a moaning mess, and so so wet, but she didn't mind it in the least. He could do whatever he wanted with her, be as gentle or rough as he liked, anything. She was his, in every way.

"Ready," she groaned, drawing her leg back from around him so he could guide her to the position he needed or wanted. That, and she wanted to watch his cock disappear into her and see how that made him feel. Maybe it was the artist in her talking. Or maybe she just had some kind of kink that she was only now realizing.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered why none of this felt awkward. She'd known people who swore off dating friends because it was weird, like dating a sibling. There was nothing of that sort with him. She was naked, and humping and dripping into her best friend's hand, yet she felt no shame or regret, only a decades-old hunger for more.

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Even though Steph had told him she was ready, Bucky still continued to slide his finger in and out of her a couple more times before pulling his hand away. Holding himself up further, he looked between them so he could see what he was doing as he gripped his cock and lined himself up. He rubbed his head along her pussy, groaning softly at the friction.

Then, he found her entrance and began to push in slowly. "Shit, Steph," he moaned, his eyes sliding closed as he had to pause, just a couple of inches into her. "You're so damn tight."

As he began to move again, he lowered himself back down to capture her lips in a hard heated kiss. He was finally getting to make love to the one woman he'd always wanted to be with, and Bucky was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Letting go of his cock, he moved his hand to Steph's thigh so he could get her to wrap her leg around him again.

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Steph had developed a pain tolerance over the years from being punched, shot and whatever else happened through all the fighting, but she felt every inch of Bucky's cock as he pushed into her. She whimpered, almost forgetting to breathe while her hands fisted the fabric she was lying on. Since getting the serum she'd never been more vulnerable than this, not even when she'd thrown her shield away and waited for him to finish his mission and kill her.

"Fuck," she gasped, barely able to kiss him back as the pain was replaced by waves of pleasure. She didn't really need any coaxing; she wrapped both legs around him to help push him in deeper, clutching at him and moaning while he moved. He was still going slow, but she already felt like she was losing her mind.

"You feel so good, Buck," she panted. She kept one hand at the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while she dragged the fingers of the other down his back until she was groping his ass. "You can be as rough as you want, I can take it." Not that she minded going slow, but she didn't want him to have to stop to ask her permission if he wished to do anything else.

[hadagreatpast]

"God, so do you, Steph," Bucky said between moans as he bottomed out inside of her. He had to pause again then, making sure he didn't go ahead and end everything too early, because the pleasure he felt from being in her was so much more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. "Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Finally, he began to move again. But instead of going ahead and speeding everything up, Bucky kept his thrusts slow and measured. It wasn't only to try to last as long as he could, but also because he just... wanted to make love to Steph, not just fuck her as hard as he could.

They'd have plenty of time for that after they got married.

"Better than I ever pictured, sweetheart," he groaned. "So fucking perfect."

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Steph had thought she would be overcome by that desperate hunger she'd felt earlier when they first kissed, which was part of why she'd given Bucky leave to go as hard as he wanted, if he wanted to. But he'd slowed, and though she couldn't deny the many different ways he made her body feel and react, there was one thing she felt above all: love. Not just her love for him, but his for her, and it was deep and overwhelming and something she didn't deserve.

How it must hurt, for him to love her through his own pain, to hold together her broken pieces even as it cut him. He deserved better than that, better than her, but she'd asked him to stay and she was too selfish to take it back. Despite her earlier intentions, she didn't really want to be alone again, didn't want to go back into the dark and the cold and the loneliness. She needed him. She needed this.

"Sorry," she whispered when she realized she'd stopped and was blinking back tears. Fuck, and here she thought she couldn't make things any worse. "I'm okay. I mean, nothing hurts. Not anymore, anyway." She managed a soft laugh at that, at least. Good. She wasn't too far gone. "I just..." She made herself meet his gaze. No more hiding now. Not from him. "I just love you so much."

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The second Bucky saw tears forming in Steph's eyes he stopped moving his hips and frowned. One hand came up to rest on her cheek, dragging his thumb gently under her eye to wick away any moisture, and he was about to ask what was wrong, if she wanted to stop, when she spoke. And then she laughed.

It made a warm grin break out on Bucky's face, too, and he leaned in to kiss her again, slow and deep and pouring every bit of love into it that he knew how to. "I love you, too, Steph," he said softly against her lips as his hips began to rock again. "Always have, always will. And tomorrow," Bucky pulled back just enough to look down at her properly, his eyes locking on hers while his hand slid back down to fondle her breast. "Tomorrow I'm gonna prove it by marrying you."

Stephanie Rogers was the only woman Bucky had ever wanted to end up with. Not once did he think something would come of any of the dates he'd been on with other women in the past--it was all just biding time, waiting for his best friend to give him some sort of sign that she felt the same way about him. It just turned out he sucked at reading the signs, cause if he didn't they would have been married years ago.

Maybe it was worth dealing with the past year and some change to end up where they were. They were finally together, and that was the important thing.