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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[dysmorphics]

Steph's expression was still a little dazed, but her eyes lit up when Bucky ran a finger down her throat and reminded her of how he had his cock shoved in there not too long ago. They'd really done some incredible shit tonight, huh. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the stress of what she'd had to do earlier in the evening, but they didn't use to be so adventurous in bed, despite having had sex frequently. It seemed like it was time to change that; he clearly was not opposed to doing more than just missionary.

Neither did he back down from their little game of how many orgasms is a supersoldier's stamina worth, which felt like would last a while yet. Hunger might even claim her first instead of exhaustion. Regardless of the outcome, it had been fun, and something she would like them to try again in the future. She made a mental note to bring back a toy like the one she'd had so he could still participate even after he was spent.

For now, he was making good on his promise to fuck her. Which was hot and all, but she couldn't help a moment of tenderness, lifting her other hand to his face and cupping his cheek. How did she get so lucky? He still wanted her, he still married her, even after she fucked things up so badly, even after all the times she'd been broken and put back together. She didn't deserve him, she knew that in her core, but she was selfish enough to hold on to him anyway.

"You're everything to me, you know that, right?" He was her best friend, her husband, the love of her life. More than that, however, he was her lifeline, her refuge, her home. It would destroy her completely, should he ever leave.

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Bucky smiled at her statement. He couldn't help it, he would always be happy to take a moment of tenderness from her. "You're everything to me, too, Steph," he said, tightening his hand around hers, then brought up his other hand to brush her hair from her face. It might have been from a distance, but she saw how he was in the time between getting home from the war and meeting her at Coney Island. Bucky wasn't about to remind her, but he had been in a dark place.

Maybe not held captive and used by HYDRA dark, but he was far from happy until she found him again.

Leaning down, Bucky gave her a slow kiss as he began to rock his hips. "I'm so damn gald you're my wife. You know that, right?"

[dysmorphics]

Steph hadn't forgotten that she had been the cause of Bucky's pain. She would never forgive herself for that, in all honesty, and she was determined to spend the rest of her life making up for it. She was just grateful that he was giving her the opportunity to do so. She could take him being mad, even hating her, as long as he didn't cut her off and shut her out.

So this? This was everything.

"Yeah, I do," she answered, beaming up at him. Right here, right now, she could believe that. She could keep the regret and darkness far away. In his arms, with their bodies intertwined, nothing else mattered but each other, and they could be happy together. "I'm happy you're happy, and I'll do anything you want, baby."