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

Steph laughed brightly at Bucky's suggestion of repackaging her experiences as science fiction, especially when he mentioned Rocket. "Now that's an idea," she said, kissing his jaw. "You can be a sexy war hero from space." Because of course he would be the star. He was her muse. "I think people are gonna like that. You're so famous in our time."

He heard it right. She said our, not his, and it wasn't just a slip of the tongue. She didn't even notice it, continuing to spitball random ideas for characters and stories. "He's in love with his best friend, but he doesn't know she's followed him to space until some aliens marry them to save their planet." Well, okay, she'd have to workshop her ideas some more, but she was happy enough with how much he was touching and kissing her. That hand on her thigh was dangerously closing in on her sensitive spots.

"You really think I'm that good?" She supposed she could do paintings, like Frida Kahlo, but not self-portraits. "I'm just gonna end up painting you though. You're my favorite subject." Hell, he was her favorite everything. "You have the most beautiful eyes. The loveliest blue."

"Nah, you gotta at least change my name," Bucky said with another laugh. "You can't go writing stories about a guy in space named Bucky. I bet the Buck Rogers people would be on your ass in a heartbeat." Besides, he didn't want more fame. Hell, he didn't want the fame he already had.

"But a man who has always loved the same woman, even when he thought it was one-sided? I bet people would eat that up." Just because science fiction and fantasy were Bucky's favorite genres didn't mean he didn't read other things, too. Every once in a while he liked to grab a good romance, and that was the sort of thing you'd find in those books.

When she asked if he thought she was that good, however, he let go of her thigh so he could tilt her head up to look at him. "Don't be stupid, of course you're that good," he started, smiling as he tilted his head to give her a soft kiss. "You've always been my favorite artist. You're good enough to do anything you want with it."

"I was gonna use James," Steph teased, laughing because he never went by that name, and neither did all the others she knew, from Monty to Morita to Dernier to Rhodey. She also laughed because she apparently just realized, "You know, Buck Rogers sounds like your married name, if you took my name instead." But she was too old-fashioned to want anything other than being Mrs. Barnes, so changing his name was out of the question.

Then she hummed thoughtfully. "I could do a romance." She already had experience with book covers anyway. That would just be a step further. Planting kisses up his arm, she mused further, "Maybe they find each other at different points in time, and fall in love, but shit always happens." Hey, it might even be cathartic.

His continued belief in her talent was touching, primarily because it was something she'd always had even before the serum, even before she could properly see colors. So although he went for soft and sweet, she answered his kiss with a fierce one, filled with gratitude and so much love. "You're gonna have to let me draw you." She'd been asking, but he seemed to be embarrassed by the thought of posing for her and had yet to acquiesce.

Bucky also laughed when Steph put two and two together on Buck Rogers's name. "Steph, I've always loved science fiction and you. Of course I pegged that about his name the first time I saw a strip in the paper." Even Becca had noticed it when she saw what he was reading, and she teased him about it off and on for years. "Hell, I even half considered using that as my name during the five minutes I thought about grabbing you and running after I got my draft letter." It would have been an easy name for him to remember, but a hard name for him to convince others was real.

After the kiss broke, he shifted to press a few soft kisses along his wife's jaw. "You say that like I don't catch you sketching me all the time," he pointed out, more amused than anything. "I know I've caught you doing it when I'm reading, and I've woken up and found you drawing me. I don't know how me posing would be all that much different." Somehow, in his head, he just kept picturing having to awkwardly sit still for hours, as people did for those old stiff paintings.

Steph laughed too. "I guess it never really occurred to me because I knew from the beginning that if we ever married, I would take your name." Hell, she was even already using it before they got hitched. Thankfully Bucky didn't mind and even thought it was sweet.

She tilted her head so he could kiss down her neck, closing her eyes and moaning softly when he obliged. The water was relaxing, as was their conversation, and while the booze had chipped away at her inhibitions, it also left her with some sort of edge. His touches weren't helping either. "Posing gives me a good visual reference," was the technical explanation, which wasn't a lot of fun. What she really wanted to get at was, "I have a vivid imagination and a great memory, but I'd really rather be staring at your dick when I'm sketching it. You know, for inspiration."

Bucky grinned into Steph's skin when he heard her moan. He loved all the sounds he could bring out of her. His hand went back down to her thigh, sliding over her skin in the water easily as he kissed back up to her ear. "You know if you want me to get my dick out for you, all you've gotta do is ask," he teased her before nipping at the curve of her ear.

He didn't pause at all before moving her from her seat beside him and into his lap, then leaned in to kiss across the top of her chest instead of focusing on her neck. "I saw some of your old pinups today, by the way," he teased, hands moving to grope at her ass. "If those had existed in my time, I woulda ended up jerking off to them, you know."

"Oh, I always want your dick," Steph shot back with a breathless laugh. "At least once a day."

Thank fuck Bucky wasn't wasting any more time. She settled on his lap eagerly, head tipping back and body arching slightly when he started kissing across her chest. She didn't hate her curves anymore. In fact it was kind of hot seeing his face buried between her breasts, or when he would slide his cock between them.

"Yeah?" She opened her eyes and peered down at him. Her old pinups, huh? Tiny Steph must've found out about them and showed him. "Got a favorite?" She was embarrassed, sure, but the mental image of him jerking off to them brought her an unexpected thrill.

"Hey, I gotta keep my wife happy, don't I?" Even if she didn't want him to fuck her every day he'd still be doing everything he could to make her happy. It was all he'd ever wanted to do, after all.

"There was this one poster of you in that tight little dress and heels, sitting on a plane with one of those long legs straight out," he smirked a little more as he looked up at her, a glint in his eye. "I asked her to try to track down a copy of that one to take home with us."

Bucky teased at the top of her crack with the tips of his fingers on one hand while he brought the other up to cup one of her full breasts. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted it out of the water to suck her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he felt it stiffen.

Oh no. Was Bucky going to frame it? Steph had a feeling he would. That was just the sort of affectionate teasing he would subject her to. "If you don't jerk off to it I'm gonna be disappointed," she teased back, and she did actually want to see that.

In the meantime she was treated to a view of her husband sucking on her nipple, and fuck, he was so hot. The water added to the atmosphere too; it looked like he'd freed one breast from her dress, but if her dress was made of liquid. She would have to draw this later.

She moaned, and as the sound echoed beautifully in the room she felt a burning need to hear him too. She reached below the water's surface to toy with his nipples, returning whatever he did with hers, pinching and tugging and flicking as he did.

Bucky groaned softly as she began to play with his nipples, releasing hers from his mouth for a moment. "I'll be sure to," he said, chuckling softly as he smirked at her. "I'll make sure to have my dick in hand while I look at it when you get home one day."

He bit at her breast lightly before stopping to suck a dark mark onto the milky white skin. Bucky knew it would heal and fade in no time, but he liked seeing it while it was there. "But I'm not gonna need to jerk it to a poster if I've got the real thing in front of me, am I?"

"Fuck, baby," Steph gasped, knowing exactly what Bucky was going for and liking it just as much as he did. "Maybe we oughta take photos before that disappears."

It wasn't the first time that idea crossed her mind, but it was certainly the first time she voiced it out loud. She wasn't even sure why she didn't say it before, not when she had a phone that could take unlimited pictures and a husband who was more than happy to both mark her up and take her photos. Shame? Doubt? Insecurity? Fear? Whatever held her back before, the booze had already quieted.

"Yeah? You want me to take pictures of these perfect tits of yours?" Bucky teased her before biting at her nipple again. "That way I'll be able to look at them any time I want. And you can look at the big hickey I left on there."

Well. Any time he wanted, as long as he was at home where that phone of hers lived. That wasn't exactly something he'd travel with.

He tightened his other arm around her waist and tugged her higher in his lap, letting his hardness rub against her. "I'd almost have my own personal one-of-a-kind Lady Liberty pinup photo."

Actually, that sounded like fun. Steph hadn't consciously indulged in anything fun for several years now, and with the alcohol buzzing in her system, she was feeling especially inclined to tonight. Besides, it didn't seem right that she posed for other people but not for her husband.

"Why leave only one?" At Bucky's encouragement she rocked her hips to rub against him, or at least the best she could in her position. "And I'll pose however you want." She might not have a ton of experience in bed, but she did in other areas.

Maybe this was the way to go about things. He wasn't keen on posing for her, but he was the one who owned a camera when they were younger, and he'd showed an interest in the app on her phone. She made a mental note to ask him later about taking back a camera or a phone for him, depending on what he preferred.

Bucky groaned, partly at the friction and partly at the whole idea of having a collection of photos of his stunning wife. "How bout you pose for me, then I'll pose for you?" he suggested, smirking a little up at her. "Sounds like a fair trade to me."

He reached up and tugged her down for a deep kiss, letting his tongue twist with hers until he needed air. "But that's for later. Right now I'd rather have you ride me." Bucky began to kiss and nibble along her neck again. "It's up to you if you wanna do that here in the tub or somewhere else in this hotel room."

"It doesn't have to be a trade," Steph said, but Bucky could tell that she was delighted by the offer, even before she spent the next several minutes kissing him and trying to shove her tongue down his throat. She didn't even have anything particular planned for that; she could draw him while he rested in between rounds, content and at peace. That she would love to commit to paper, a reminder that the war had not taken everything from him, not this time.

But, like he said, that was for later. Her husband wanted her to ride him and she was going to do a damn good job and leave him thoroughly satisfied. "Have I told you how sexy you are when you tell me what to do?" she said with a grin while he nibbled along her neck. Despite their constant banter and ribbing while growing up, he'd always been a gentleman with her, and he almost always did whatever she wanted. That applied to their sex life now too, which was great, but it sure as hell turned her on when he'd call the shots and boss her around for a change.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she decided. "Much better view, and I want you to feel how wet you make me." It was also probably easier to replace a bed than a jacuzzi, in case she damaged anything. She hadn't so far, and they'd fucked plenty, but the buzz from the booze was making her more adventurous and reckless than usual.

When Steph stood up in the tub Bucky couldn't help groaning at the sight of her perfect body with the water running off of it. "Have I told you how sexy you are all the time?" he countered, smirking as he stood and helped her out of the water.

After taking one more sip of his mead, Bucky climbed out of the tub as well. Buzzed or not, he still had his head enough to help Steph towel off, taking his time going over the curves and dips of her body before just quickly drying himself off. Once that was done, he took his wife by the hand and led her back to the bedroom.

Stopping beside the bed, he pulled her close and smiled up at her. "I love you, Stephanie Barnes," he told her simply before pulling her down into another kiss. He loved her, and he loved that she had his name now. It was one of those things he'd thought about for years, and he couldn't be happier for it to finally be real.

Bucky wasn't the only one looking. Steph had always thought he was a stunner, and damn was she enjoying this view. "You missed a spot," she teased, coming up behind him and grabbing his ass.

She loved that they were free to do things like that now. There was really some truth to that adage about the truth setting one free.

She let him lead her to the bedroom. The bed was as she expected from a fancy hotel, plush and with lots of room to roll around in. Great for sex, but probably too soft to sleep in for their war-hardened asses. (The first few nights in his apartment, she'd tried to move to the floor once she thought he was asleep, and his mattress hadn't even been that soft.)

"Fuck, I'll never get tired of that," she said when they broke off, grinning at him. Both the kissing and being called Stephanie Barnes; she'd only waited for nearly a century for that. She leaned in to kiss him again, and as they did she slowly backed him up toward the bed.

Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed up after him, laughing as she leaned over to steal his mouth for another heated kiss. When she pulled back she shifted to straddle him properly, then she grabbed his right hand and positioned it so he was cupping her pussy. "I'm gonna ride your fingers," she said as she started to slowly rub against his hand, "then your cock, and then I'll finish on your tongue. Unless you have any objections."

Bucky also laughed as he fell back onto the bed, then grinned up at her when she climbed on top of him. "No objections here," he responded as he slid his fingers through her slick folds, teasing her before slipping one inside of her. His other hand moved to grip at her thigh as he started to work her.

"You know, this is one of my favorite angles to see you from," he told her as he went ahead and added a second finger, his eyes roaming up her body. Which, really, didn't say much because he loved every angle he saw her from. Over her, under her, in front, behind, she was beautiful all the way around, dammit.

Steph loved how easily Bucky followed her lead. She probably shouldn't have been surprised by now, both of them had been consistent, but somehow she was. No complaints there though, just a steady moaning as his fingers slipped between her folds, then louder when he pushed one (and another still) inside her without having to be told. Gotta love a man with initiative.

"Oh yeah?" She beamed, delighted by the compliment. In fact, she was so delighted that she brought her hands to her breasts to spice up the view. "What do you want me to do with these?" she asked, kneading and squeezing them while she watched him lick his lips. He liked that, huh. Good.

He might love every angle he saw her from, but he probably hadn't seen her this... playful. She wasn't any less enthusiastic or insatiable in the past, sure, but the alcohol had chipped away at the great weight she seemed to insist on carrying on her shoulders.

Honestly, the smile was the best part of the view. Bucky never really got to see her smile quite that bright, and he absolutely loved it. Bucky himself wasn't exactly the lightest, most playful person on a regular day since shipping off to war, but he didn't carry quite as much of the world on his shoulders as Steph tended to, and it was absolutely stunning to see her cast it off for a while.

He might need to make sure they had some more of that mead to take home with them, alongside his poster and some hot chocolate powder. Not so they can drink all the time, but maybe to get her to relax more every so often.

"Oh, those?" he started, a glint in his eyes as he watched how she squeezed at her breasts, while he added his thumb to the mix, using it to rub at her clit while he continued to finger her. "I definitely want you to play with those for me. While you ride my hand, at least. Might want to see them bounce instead when you take my cock."

"Fuck, yes," Steph groaned, stilling to let herself enjoy the way Bucky worked at her clit. Her expression turned somewhat dazed, with half-lidded eyes and a smile. She palmed and groped her breasts, and mimicked the motion of his thumb on his clit over her nipples, flicking and rubbing in circles. Then she pinched and tugged her nipples forward, her tits bouncing when she released them. She noted his enjoyment with a grin and repeated the movements a few more times, while grinding down his fingers in slow circles.

Then she picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster against his hand. She knew it would take her a while to come, especially on the first round, so she wasn't aiming for that. Instead, when she could hear squelching from how wet she'd become, she looked down at his stiff cock and then at his face. "Ready for me, baby?"

Bucky couldn't help it, he thought his wife was the most beautiful person to ever walk the damn Earth. Inside and out, darkness and all. And it probably showed in his eyes as he looked up at her from his position under her.

"God, yes, gorgeous," he answered her, nodding as he removed the hand he was using on her, then wiped the slick that remained on his fingers on his dick. Bucky held it up for her as she positioned herself, then moaned, eyes rolling back ass she lowered herself onto him. "Fuck, you always feel so good, Steph," he groaned as he moved his hands to grip at her hips, his own arching off the bed slightly to thrust up into her.

Steph's expression was a mirror of Bucky's as she lowered herself onto him, head tilting and eyes rolling back while she moaned. "Fuck," she gasped, at the same time as he did, and she let out a breathless laugh. Then she leaned over, splaying her palms on his chest while he gripped her hips, and, somehow in sync, they began to move together.

"I'm gonna ride you until you come, but if you don't tell me what you want, you're gonna be at my mercy. I'm gonna make you beg and regret ever being so stupid," she teased. She'd never really talked this dirty before. Or talked much at all while having sex, except to tell him that she loved him, or to occasionally burst into tears because she still felt she didn't deserve him.

To make her point, she picked up her pace, breasts bouncing as he liked, fingers curling and digging into the skin around his nipples. Then she suddenly slowed, smirking down at him.

Edited 2026-02-27 12:18 (UTC)

"So you want me to pump you full of come before I eat it out of you?" Bucky asked with a brow perked, but there was still a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face that showed he had absolutely no issue with that idea. In fact, he thought it sounded hot as hell.

But then she was bouncing hard on him and digging her fingers in, making him moan before she suddenly just... stopped, making him switch to a slightly frustrated groan. "Steph, sweetheart," he started, fingertips digging in where his hands rested on her hips. She probably expected him to beg her to move or something, tell her how hard to bounce on him, that sort of thing. But instead, he looked up at her with wide, lust blown eyes. "What if I want to be at your mercy?"

He might not know the terms for some of the things he'd pictured, but he did know that he got turned on by how strong his wife was, and how easily she could make him do what she wanted if she chose to.

"What, you'd like that?" Steph had just been thinking about how she tended to not finish before Bucky did, and that she would actually clean up before sitting on his face. But if he wanted that, who was she to stop him? His willingness to get down and dirty was hot as hell.

It was even hotter that he wanted to be at her mercy. She was surprised though. The time period they'd grown up in, well, the things they did and their views on things were now considered old-fashioned and traditional. But he'd not only wanted her on top, he wanted her to do whatever she wanted with him.

"I love you so fucking much." She kissed him hard and didn't break off until she desperately needed to breathe. Then she straightened up and resumed rocking her hips, going slower but harder. She wanted him panting and moaning and crying out her name. She wanted him to never stop wanting her.

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