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

Bucky couldn't help his warm grin at her words, understanding the promise for what it was. "We'll figure it out if we need to," he said simply as he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her close, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm not losing my dream girl now that I've finally gotten her to agree to marry me." He'd waited a hell of a long time for that yes, after all, having decided to propose back before he shipped out, and decided he needed to at least tell her how he felt just before that cursed draft letter showed up.

Picking her up again, Bucky quickly turned before setting her back on the ground, but continued to hold her against his body as the music played. "But that's shit for us to worry about some other time. Tonight you look beautiful, we've got a fancy dinner on the way, and we've got good things to celebrate."

Sure, her dress and hair had gotten a little rumpled and mussed from the way they curled up on the couch for a while, but Bucky didn't care. She was always beautiful.

Steph was smiling, glad that Bucky was on board with the plan, even if it was as vague as 'staying together'. She was even more glad that his mood to celebrate had returned. Could he fault her for wanting him to enjoy his engagement? Even if it was just dinner and a movie and kissing.

"You haven't even seen what I'm wearing under my dress. It goes with my new ring," she couldn't resist teasing now that he was feeling up to celebrating again. She wasn't trying to start anything, only to bring a smile to his face. He deserved to be happy. Especially after everything he'd had to go through.

He might not have been in as good a mood as when they got home, but Bucky was definitely in better spirits than he had been just a short while ago, and it was because of his fiancée. She was like a balm for him. No, she wouldn't just solve all of his issues, but she definitely helped soothe a good chunk of the pain he dealt with on a regular basis.

Now, whether he would end up having confession-based nightmares or good engagement dreams later that night, that would be a coin toss, and he had no way of knowing how that would go later.

When she mentioned having something nice under her dress, however, that was enough to distract him. At least for the moment. "You telling me you let me take you out on the town wearing something sexy under there?" he asked, a smirk stretching across his lips as one brow lifted over his blue eyes. Bucky did love when Steph wore sexy little things for him. "I might be tempted to lift that skirt and take a sneak peek."

Bucky had mentioned before that he'd considered just bending her over something in the apartment, lifting her dress, and taking her wherever they were. It hadn't been a lie. But he also didn't need to do anything like that, either. It had just been an idea.

But then Steph would have to straighten up and potentially try to go about what she was doing with come running out of her, or rush off and clean up, and Bucky wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Did Bucky really think that his tiny fiancee, who liked being covered in his cum, was going to mind walking around and doing whatever in their apartment with it trickling down her legs? Not at all. Steph actually thought that was pretty hot, even if they'd never done it before.

"Yeah, well, we were on a date," she answered, grinning up at him. "I had to be prepared, in case you wanted me to try some clothes on and you could see my underwear sticking out." Changing rooms were fortunately by gender, or else she might be tempted to invite him inside the booth with her and there would be no telling what might happen from there. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out if she was an exhibitionist.

She squinted, her smile turning more into a smirk. "Do you wanna take a peek? You said the food's gonna take a while yet."

"So I could see- Steph, sweetheart, were you wanting me to catch a glimpse of your underwear while we were out shopping?" Bucky asked, his brow still raised, but a chuckle slipped out of him as well. Sure, one of his favorite fantasies when he'd been younger had been getting his best friend off on the ferris wheel, but he didn't actually think she'd be interested in something so potentially public. Even something as tame (by these modern standards) as letting him get a glimpse of a sliver of her underclothes. "You really are my kinky little minx, aren't you?"

Letting his hands wander down to grip her rear through the dress she wore, Bucky stole another quick kiss from his fiancée. "You wanna bend over and show me what you're hiding under there?" he asked simply, his mind already running through different pieces of furniture he could bend her over.

And to think, he used to be considered a gentleman.

Steph couldn't even pretend to look embarrassed. Especially not when Bucky was calling her his little minx. And the kinky part, well, it wasn't like she could deny it, not anymore, not after everything they'd already tried and everything they still wanted to do.

"Where?" she asked without even a second's hesitation, still grinning up at him. She had stockings on, as it was early spring and cold, but they were thin and sheer and he wouldn't have any problem if he just wanted to look. Or even if he wanted to do more than look. Stockings were so easy to rip.

On his birthday they both realized just how much he liked her ass, so she got blue lace panties that not only showed off that off, but was also revealing up front and felt like wearing nothing. Okay, yeah, she was never escaping the kinky little minx allegation. He liked it though.

Bucky's first thought had been to bend her over the kitchen table, but with how nice she'd set it up for their dinner, he quickly changed his mind about that one. There was no need to mess it up after she went and made it so pretty for them.

Instead, he led her over to the couch and had her bend at the waist to lean over the back a bit. "How's this?" he asked once she was positioned, then let his hands slide from her waist down the sides of her thighs.

"I've always loved this dress on you, you know," he said with a grin as he began to slide the skirt up her legs. She knew he loved it on her, of course. That was probably why his younger counterpart had thought to send it with her things. "But I also loved to imagine myself taking it off of you, or just pulling it up like this."

Once he had it up and bunched around her waist, Bucky couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the sight of her. What she wore under it couldn't even be called panties--not really. It could only even be called underwear at all because of the way it was worn under her clothes. "Fuck, Steph," his voice came out a little scratchy from the surprise, while he ran his good hand over the round cheeks of her ass. "You were walking around the city with your pussy out like this?" Sure, she had on tights, but those were pretty much nothing. He wasn't sure they would even stop a breeze.

For someone who didn't like being told what to do, Steph easily did whatever Bucky asked, and this time she bent over as instructed. She couldn't really see what he was doing in this position, but it still turned her on to feel where he was touching her.

There was also the anticipation. She'd picked a really racy set of underwear, and she eagerly awaited his discovery and reaction. He wasn't going to be upset, was he? Kinda shocked, maybe. After all, she might as well be wearing nothing.

He didn't disappoint. The way he said her name with that little scratch in his voice sent a rush of heat straight into the furnace between her legs. They hadn't even started fucking and she was already getting her money's worth for the lingerie. "Why not? It wasn't like anyone else could see. This is all for you, darling."

There was a heated grin on Bucky's face as he ran his hands over her ass again. Not only did he not expect to see his beautiful fiancée wearing lingerie like this, but he also didn't know it existed in the first place. But, it made sense. Let a woman look and feel sexy but give easy access at the same time.

Bucky was definitely a fan.

"These tights aren't special or anything, are they?" he asked with a brow raised, yet didn't wait for an answer before gripping them and tearing them at the seam, exposing her even more than she already was.

"Were you wanting me to fuck you in these?" he asked, running his finger teasingly over the edges of her folds. "You know you don't have to dress up to tempt me, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean I don't like it."

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