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

Steph laced their fingers together, letting herself bask in the light of Bucky's joy. He would say that she saved his life, and that she saved him from a terrible fate, but he hadn't really been the one who needed saving. She did.

Orgasms making him happy sent her laughing though. "Help me out then," she said, shifting so she was lying on her side with her back pressed against him, and tucking his hand between her legs. "And I want more of those hickeys."

As Steph settled into place, Bucky made sure to shift so he had one arm under her so he could either wrap it around her to hold her in place better, or he could go back to playing with one of her breasts while he worked at getting her off.

When she placed his hand between her legs, Bucky grinned. Tightening his arm around her, he slid his fingers through her folds before moving them to rub slow, deliberate circles against her clit. "You're even more slick than usual, sweetheart," Bucky said, smirking a bit before pressing kisses along the curve of her neck. He knew it was because he'd already finished in her, but that didn't make it any less hot.

As he began to suck the first hickey into the side of her neck, fingers rubbing her between her legs, he brought his other hand up to pinch and tug at her nipple. "This what you want, Steph?"

"Y-Yeah. Keep going, baby," Steph groaned. Fuck, she loved it when he played with her sensitive spots, which he all knew by now. She rocked her hips, thrusting forward and rubbing against his fingers, then pulling back to slide her ass against his cock.

And because he liked it so much when she told him what to do, she did exactly that. She told him to slip his cock between her legs; she didn't care if he was still limp, and he didn't even have to move, she just wanted him there. She reached behind her after that and groped his ass, pulling their bodies even closer together as he, in turn, tugged her in by gripping her breast.

"Tell me how badly you wanna fuck me, how you're gonna fuck me," she told him in between moans. She loved it when he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, but now she wanted him to be filthy.

Bucky smirked against his wife's skin before shifting to mark another spot with his mouth, all the while doing everything Steph told him to. One of his hands continued to rub at her clit, and he could feel his cock attempting to stiffen up again, nestled between her legs the way it was.

"What, you want me to tell you how easy it'll be to push into you from this angle once I'm hard again?" he started before biting at the cup of her ear. "I already filled you with come once, so it'd be even easier to slip in there."

With his other hand, he cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze, pinching her nipple between his thumb and the side of his palm. "Or I could tell you how every time I heard about how another sex act worked, you were the one I'd picture doing it with." His hand between her legs began to speed up. "I'd picture eating you out or sucking on these tits of yours, picture bending you over a table and pounding into you, picture my dick in your mouth. Fuck, Steph, you have no idea how often I'd get off wanting to fuck you."

Steph laughed, though there was a breathlessness to it now from the way Bucky was working her. "Cocky bastard," she quipped, but damn, it was hot as hell. She might've acted like she was immune to his charms when they were younger, but she'd been just as into him as all the others, maybe even more.

But then he picked up the pace, and ratted off several things they could do together, each one just as exciting as the last. "Fuck yeah. Let's do all that tonight. See how many times you can make me come. I'll have food sent up." Not that she wouldn't do the same to him, but only if he wanted. She knew her serum gave her a lot more stamina and endurance.

"I'm close, baby," she moaned soon enough, her thrusting growing desperate and erratic. "You hard enough so I can finish on you?"

"Hey, you're the one that wanted to hear about things I could do to you," Bucky said with a soft laugh, nuzzling at her neck.

He wasn't completely hard, but he was stiff enough that he could slide his fingers further between his wife's legs, using them to help push into her with a soft moan against her ear. "Like this, sweetheart? You just want me in you while you come?" he asked before resuming his work with his hand, rubbing harder and faster at her clit than before.

"Does it turn you on?" Bucky started as he began to thrust his hips just slightly behind her, giving just the slightest sensation of moving in her pussy. "The way I'll let you boss me around in bed and do whatever you want me to?" If she thought about it enough, she might realize that even outside of the bedroom he usually did anything she asked him to, but he wasn't about to point that out. Instead, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. "Because it turns out I like it. A lot."

Unlike Bucky, Steph's moan was loud. "Y-Yeah. I want you to feel how wet you make me," she answered, already sounding out of breath as she approached her peak. She squirmed and thrust her hips frantically, and her moans started to string together. It all felt so good; his cock inside her, his fingers on her clit, hearing him talk about how she turned him on when she bossed him around, and oh fuck his tongue licking up the side of her neck—

She came with an even louder cry. She felt his arms tighten around her and she clung to him while her body shuddered from the waves of pleasure. "Fuck," she gasped, and that was all she could say for a while.

Once she started coming down from the high, she turned her head to look at him and smiled, not ready to untangle herself from him just yet. "It turns me on," she told him belatedly, still breathing hard. "You're surprisingly good at following orders," she added, teasing.

Then she strained forward to capture his mouth in a quick but heated kiss. "But, fuck, I also wanna be at your mercy. Been doing this Captain gig for so long, it'll be nice to have someone else in charge for change."

Bucky groaned at the feeling of his wife coming around him, squeezing his cock hard as she pushed back into him. He was nowhere near ready to come again, but that didn't mean he couldn't just enjoy the feeling.

He continued to hold her as she came down, pressing gentle kisses to the side of her neck and shifting so his arms were around her middle instead of groping at her. "Only your orders," he said simply before grinning. "When they're not stupid."

The grin stayed in place while Bucky pulled the comforter over the pair of them, starting to get a slight chill since they weren't worked up and moving any more, but it was awkward since they were still lying on top of the bedding. So, they were sort of wrapped but not covered well, which was better than nothing. "We can do that sometimes, too, sweetheart. Don't you worry. It'd be different for you to actually do what I say for a change."

"When they're not stupid," Steph shot right back, grinning.

The comforter was a good idea though, so after a few more minutes of just snuggling together, she untangled herself from Bucky and shifted to settle under the bedding. "C'mere," she invited, sighing contentedly when her head hit the pillow. "Like lying on a marshmallow." Probably still won't be able to sleep on it, but it was nice to relax on, at least.

"Anything you wanna do or see tomorrow?" She figured her best friend would need time and space to process things, so she didn't want to bother him anytime soon. Besides, she and her husband were still technically on their honeymoon. They just had to get that visit to their counterparts out of the way first.

Bucky didn't even know beds so soft existed, but it was nice to curl up with Steph in. And that was what he did, tucking into her side with his head on her shoulder and his arm, once again, draped over her waist after getting under the covers with her.

"Nothing specific," he answered simply. "I don't exactly know what's new or different here, so I figured I'd leave that up to you." She knew the sorts of things he enjoyed, after all, but it had been years since he'd gone out to do those kinds of things anyway. Since before the war, at least.

Since his so-called grand return, Bucky's life had revolved around working and searching for his missing best friend. He hadn't exactly done anything fun.

"You okay if we just stay in, at least tomorrow?" Bucky would've been right to assume Steph wanted to just have sex all day if it wasn't for the small hitch in her voice, which he was sure to have noticed as he knew her so well.

Now that the buzz from the alcohol and the adrenaline rush from their lovemaking were wearing off, what happened earlier in the evening came rushing back. It had been one of the hardest, harshest conversations she'd ever had, and she knew she'd done what they had always been afraid of doing: ruin their friendship. Stupid, stupid, stupid. If not for the trial and promising to show her husband the future, she'd probably already have bolted.

Bucky definitely noticed the hitch. He brought his hand up so he could turn her head towards his, then pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "Like I said," he started, after breaking the kiss, looking at her with nothing but love in his eyes. "Whatever you want."

Then, Bucky grinned at her. "I mean, staying in a luxury hotel room with a beautiful woman all day might be a hardship, but I think I can manage."

He was teasing her a little, of course. Trying to lighten her mood even slightly. In no world would him being stuck in a hotel room with Stephanie Barnes be difficult for him, dammit.

Steph snorted through her laugh. "A hardship, I'm sure," she teased right back, a moment of levity before she turned serious again. That look in Bucky's eyes... she didn't deserve it. But she grasped for it anyway, just as tightly as she wrapped an arm around him.

"Thank you. I just... I just need you to remind me that I didn't fuck everything up." If he was still here with her, then she'd at least done something right. "Or to say goodbye, if you've changed your mind." She was used to that anyway. Being wanted one moment and being set aside in the next.

"You said it, sweetheart. Not me," Bucky said, laughing at Steph's comment. Sure, it had been in the back of his mind, but he wasn't saying it out loud.

At the last thing she said, Bucky's brow furrowed, and his grin turned into a frown. "Hey," he began, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look down at her, capturing her full attention. "I'm not saying goodbye to you, you got that? I love you, Steph. You're finally my wife, just like I always dreamed of, and there's no way I wanna change that, for any reason."

"I don't know, Buck," Steph said sadly, unable to look at him. "I abandon the people I love. You might wanna cut yourself loose before I do it to you too."

Bucky's faith in and opinions of her meant the world to her. She could drown out everyone else's judgment as long as he believed in her. To have that shattered brought back her doubts and insecurities to the surface. She only wanted to set things right, to make him happy. How could things have gone so horribly wrong?

She tried to leave the bed, but stopped when she was sitting on the edge, legs draped over the side. She had an arm extended behind her, her hand caught in Bucky's grip. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, and collapsed back into him when she felt his arms come up around her from behind. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You actually told me you love me, though, so you'll have a hell of a lot harder time trying to run out on me," Bucky told her, pressing a kiss to her hair as he tightened his arms around her. "Besides, you won't leave cause we're gonna do this wild thing where we talk to each other about the important shit, alright?"

Normally, Bucky would make some sort of joking remark about the whole what's wrong with me thing she said, but he was well aware that it wasn't the time for that. Instead, he held her close and brought one hand up to run it through her hair, trying to soothe her, at least a little. "Hey, it's alright," he said, his voice soft and calm. "You had a real rough day, and I'm pretty sure it's catching up with you, but it's alright, and it's gonna be alright."

In spite of herself, Steph chuckled. What a wild thing it was, to talk. Talking would've saved them from all this heartache. She was trying to be better at it, and she was grateful that Bucky was so patient with her.

"I don't ever wanna leave though," she told him, because it warranted saying. This was one of those important shit. "Even if I still wake up every day feeling like I don't deserve you." Trying for some levity now too, she quickly added, "Well, every other day. When you don't start it off by distracting me."

She pulled her legs back up on the bed and turned so she was facing him again. Resting her head against his shoulder, she said, "I think I'm gonna need another drink. I was more fun an hour ago."

Bucky chuckled softly as he pressed a kiss to her head. "You better not leave," he told her, tightening his arms around her. "Cause I'd have to track you down, and that'd be a lot harder since you've got that time travel rock. Maybe not impossible if I put Stark on it for long enough, but still."

He laid back on the bed again, pulling Steph along with him to hold her close. "It's alright, sweetheart. I love you even when you're not fun," he teased her.

Steph didn't fight Bucky when he pulled her down with him on the bed instead of letting her get a drink, not that she wanted one anymore anyway. Not with those words — I love you even when you're not fun. He was teasing, sure, but it meant more to her than he realized. That he loved her in spite of her darkness and the crazy shit she'd put him through, and that he would track her down even across time and space, healed a wound that had been torn open and scraped raw again earlier.

"I love you so much," was all the warning she gave him before she pushed him to his back and climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply. She wasn't trying to start anything, but it was the only way she thought she could let him know just how much she appreciated him and loved him back. For the moment, at least. She would spend the rest of her life giving him all the love she had, and making up for her mistakes. She only needed a chance, one he was giving her.

Not that she'd complain if he did want to get back to the fun part. She wanted to shut her brain off anyway and not think about the day and the awful conversation she'd had. Maybe she'll have some more of that Asgardian booze after all, and a couple more rounds letting those frustrations out.

Edited (missing word, stray spaces) 2026-03-06 11:23 (UTC)

Bucky kissed his wife back for a long moment, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her as he held her close. He only broke the kiss when it became apparent he needed to do crazy things like breathe.

Shifting slightly, Bucky brought up his left hand to let it rest on Steph's cheek, his thumb drifting over her cheekbone as he gave her a gentle smile. "I'm always gonna love you, sweetheart. That's never gonna change, alright?" he started. "Maybe one day I'll be able to get that through that thick skull of yours."

Steph looked chastised. She'd done it again, hadn't she? Gotten so caught up in her fears and insecurities that she'd missed what was right in front of her. Maybe she didn't deserve to have good things happen to her, but she shouldn't punish Bucky for it, not when all he'd done was love her.

"Sorry." She gave him another kiss, this time softer and slower, before rolling to lie on her back and tugging him back into their position earlier, with his head on her shoulder and an arm around him to hold him close. "I believe you. Just needed a reminder, that's all."

Once the trial was over, they could return to their time and put this all behind them. She looked forward to that, even if she was going to miss some of the modern world's comforts. It wasn't like she hadn't already adjusted after living in the past for the last couple of years.

"You mind staying up for a bit longer? I need to raid that food cart they brought up," she admitted sheepishly, feeling the first pangs of hunger now that the adrenaline was wearing off. "We can watch something on TV. Or you can go ahead and get some sleep. I'll be right here, promise." Snacking and sketching until dawn, probably. She'd been sleeping better since their first night together, but still with some difficulty sleeping through the night.

With a smile on his face, Bucky rolled easily with her, curling into her side when she got them into position. "I'll remind you every day, sweetheart," he told her, reaching across her body to grab her free hand, rubbing his thumb over the ring he brought back from Europe for her. "As often as you need me to."

No, Bucky didn't expect their life to be perfect and blissful all the time, they'd always bickered. But it was rarely ever lasting arguments. Hell, usually it was somewhat good-natured bickering. But he still wanted to make sure Steph knew how much he loved her.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before adding, "I could eat. I don't need to go to sleep yet."

Steph looked at their joined hands, at the ring Bucky had gotten in Europe. It was the prettiest ring, and the fact that he'd given it to her after she'd made him miserable upon his return from the front was a grand gesture in itself. She really only had to look at it to be reminded of his love, didn't she?

"I'll try not to need reminding too often. Today was just... hard." She kissed the top of his head. "Thank you."

Then she gently extracted herself to get their food. There were cakes and pastries and fruit, along with a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates. She took one of the towels and spread it on the bed in front of them, then laid out the items like a picnic. Before busying herself with that, she grabbed the remote and handed it to him. "You can pick something to watch, or we can just put it on the background."

"I'll probably remind you every day anyway," he added. When Steph began to get up he pulled her in for another soft, quick kiss before letting her go, then grinned as he watched her move around naked while getting the tray of food.

By the time she came back he was sitting up in the bed. He took the... thing he was handed and examined it, brow furrowing with a look of confusion. "The hell is this supposed to do?" he asked, looking at it. There were so many buttons. Some were numbered, some were arrows that said VOL and CH, some were words like GUIDE, CC, INPUT, and other odd things. "Sweetheart, I hope you don't expect me to know what to do with this thing."

"Oh! Sorry." Steph stopped what she was doing to sit back down on the bed next to Bucky, taking back the remote and pointing it toward the large TV mounted on the wall. "This button turns it on. This one's to go through the different channels, and this one to adjust the volume. Nevermind the rest."

She handed him back the remote and returned to arranging their little picnic, slicing up the cakes so he could sample everything and pouring them a little more of the gods' booze. She was tempted to order something heavier, like chicken or burgers, but she didn't want to have to get up and throw on a robe when room service came calling. Maybe later.

"Anything interesting?" Returning to his side, she opened the box of chocolates, took out a piece and held it up to his mouth — only to snatch it away at the last second and bite into it herself. She didn't chomp on it all the way through though, instead she was letting it dangle teasingly from her mouth, daring him to take it.

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