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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Steph made a soft sound that was half a snort, half a strangled sob. "Maybe not, but he has the choice to say enough is enough and just... stay the hell away." That would probably hurt more, the fact that she wasn't good for him, in spite of their very real, deep feelings. "I think I'm too broken, Buck. Too broken to love, and to let myself be loved."

Bucky had been through much worse, there was no competition there. But the sort of broken she was seemed to be the different kind, not of the body or mind but of the spirit. Maybe she had died in the ice in '45, and whatever came out was a specter of the woman she once had been. In a way, she was glad her younger, less broken self was with him. She could love him better. She could make him happier.

Still, she wanted to be loved. So desperately, in fact, that she ached for the smallest of touches. That was why she squeezed Bucky's hand back, and didn't let go. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But thank you, for being here. I'll be outta your hair soon." For good, if she had her way. It was probably for the best.

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That was the thing about the small, quiet ones, right? They could be very surprising. (Not that Steph had ever really been quiet, exactly.) Even she was surprised with herself, but she chalked it up to the fact that she was with her best friend, and she could be herself without any judgment. (Just maybe with some inevitable ribbing.)

Bucky never once told her to stop though. He stared, he touched, he teased, he made her feel good. It was hot enough watching and feeling him suck on her fingers; then he was toying with her clit and she couldn't stop her hips from shifting.

She didn't put up any resistance, then, when he urged her closer to his head. She realized it was actually difficult to watch him from this angle, but the feel of his warm breath against her skin made her shudder with delight, and forget about her misgivings. Then it was his tongue, and she moaned. "Oh, darling," she breathed, both impatient yet loving the way he took his time to taste the skin on the inside of her thighs.