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

[dysmorphics]

 

 

 

 

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]

"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."

[dysmorphics]

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."

[hadagreatpast]

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.