she's generous with the lube, working him slow and steady to the point it might come across as too teasing - natasha just wants to please james, make him feel good, safe and relaxed. their room a secret sanctuary where high alert doesn't have to exist anymore, movement comes to an halt just for a little. "i know my love. be patient," trail of kisses placed along his spine, nails digging into the skin of james' hips as she draws him closer to her.
it gives natasha a rush she can't quite explain with words, it's not about possession but more like the trust and willingness to surrender power to her - she would never take too much, the need to see james twist and bend in pure bliss pleasing her in return. "beautiful ... and all mine," the gentle curving of his spine gives her pause, lips parted in awe as free hand reaches for another pillow to put underneath him. tip begins to slip in, her thrust feather light until urged to go faster, harder, anything he wants.
"fuck, i love seeing you like this." a deeper thrust, skin finally brushing against his and it pulls something in her - the need to hear james moan more for her, loud and shameless. head leans forward, breathing in the scent of sweat; natasha lets her tongue taste along it, teeth graze and bite at his shoulder just enough to leave a mark for later. a kiss to sweeten the pain, another bite. "you're being so good my star," a shudder on her part, repeated friction against leather from this pace bringing her to the edge. "keep taking me like this and i'll let you clean me up when we're done."
the thing with missions sparked from an hunch and turning into several layers of a shitshow, is that they rarely leave time to exist outside the space they require. natasha is no stranger to the feeling of absolute dread that comes with staying laser focused on the objective, obsessing over and over about all the ways plans could go south - it's part of the job, she has been trained to shove it deep down and eventually forget about it ... but now that they can rest just long enough in between strikes? natasha might believe there is a god above after all.
the safe house in new mexico is small, which in turn has lead to the group separating just for the night until they can plan with a clearer mind. natasha still thinks james should leave the tank, or at the very least redecorate it - but then he looks at her from the makeshift bed, a tired edge in his voice, and she doesn't have it in her heart to bring that up again. "my poor love. do you feel neglected?" she's just teasing, but there's an hint of truth in that too; between their separation after fighting doom and this Illuminati mess they're currently tangled into, there's barely been time for each other.
she slips under the cover with one of his worn out shirts on, nothing underneath just the way he likes - soft and warm for him alone to touch and taste, arms spread to take james into an embrace. lips brush against hos forehead then, feather light kiss only a prelude to the lesser soft thoughts playing in her mind. bent leg finds its way between hers, a well practiced routine she gladly follows if not just for the sake of grinding against hard muscles, leaving his skin smeared with just the tiniest of her first orgasm and the need to feel him deep inside her. "let me." she whispers then, nails digging into skin of his arm as she pushes james back, one of her legs swinging across larger body to straddle him.
"do you know? how much i missed you? how i long for you whenever we're apart?" natasha is not a fool, her questions might come with a series of kisses peppered over face and neck just to sweeten the act, but it's never been unknown to either of this urge between them - it's love, she thinks. the people who made would think otherwise, that it's two fucked up animals not knowing any better than their similar in the tiny cage they were kept into. either way, natasha doesn't care; she wouldn't have it any other way. the difference of skin and metal on her own doesn't overwhelm her anymore, different sensations bring out her need regardless. fingers reach for hem of his boxers, pull down ... and yes, natasha has been so long for this too.
warm hand palming at his length, soft erratic breathing music to her ears even when james begs her not to tease - maybe later, now it's just about finding their way to each other again. head cants back and a curse slips past lips when he finally slides in, eyes closed in bliss and truly how could anyone ever think they weren't meant for each other? palms spread over pillow at each side of james' head, something soft in her eyes watching him kiss each inner wrist before looking up at her. "hi," barely a whisper, forehead resting against his as she takes him deeper inside. soft sigh pushes past lips, hips moving slowly guided by mismatched hands. "i love you." i don't want to be apart ever again.
❛ i'm ---- ❜ confused ? that's not a strong enough word. overwhelmed ? definitely. his shield feels more like a comfort item clasped close to chest instead of an actual means of protection at the moment. two very large concerns have been presented : firstly – bucky is alive , but this isn't his bucky ; secondly – an alien is coming to take over the world. asking steve to take in losing seventy years of his life as he woke up in the twenty first century not that long ago had been taxing on his brain –– this , though ? the ice nap felt like a walk in the park instead. his brains enhanced processing speeds feel like mush. try to explain any of this to him pre-serum &* he'd have had an aneurism.
his arm goes slack , shield held at his side now. one step at a time. he manages to wipe the look of lost hope for his bucky's life from his face &* replaces it instead with the abject confusion he feels as he looks at @rot3rstern. ❛ you're from a different dimension ? what does that even mean ? ❜ suddenly stark's suit feels like a child's toy.
he feels that pressure of rebellion busy itself beneath his ribs , but he lacks the ability to put all thought and feelings into something that'd make any sense while it's still swarming . it's important , and bob doesn't want to ramble nor trip over his words to the point of being disregarded as a jumbled fool who doesn't even know his own mind . so he sits a moment on it , frowning and parting lips on occasion as if he's rehearsing the conversation beforehand ; bob realises and stills , swallows the drop in his chest before it could deal any lasting damage . " no , no i think we do . . . " it was a test of the strength of his confidence , paving the way for the explanation bob realises has been sat waiting to be voiced for some time .
" not entirely , you - you can redecorate a house but the foundations are the same , y'know ? " how desperately he hopes the other can grasp his meaning , it already feels like it's slipping from between his fingers . balling his fists together tries to catch it and shape it into something better . " i just don't think it's right to pretend change can't happen — " especially when it's all bob ever needed , a push , the change and chance to show his potential that had only ever been quashed by anyone and everyone who came before ; as if it'll ever come . " i dunno . . . maybe you're right . you are right . "
The spider huffed heavily when she threw her hands up in playful frustration. Truck engines two blocks away roared down the empty morning streets. Four heavily armed trucks, packed with illegal contraband made it's way into their view. Right on time.
❝ Ugh, I totally would've won the next round! You're lucky those guys are interrupting the beginning of my underdog story. ❞
The tip of her boots inch closer to the edge of the rooftop. The beautiful metropolitan canvas before her brought a faint smile to her lips. A helping hand was always appreciated in this line of work. Especially when it came from someone who was heavily trained in combat like James. This was a learning experience and Cass found herself excited to see him in action. Without an ounce of fear, she leapt from the edge to plummet downwards to the vacant street. A web extended from her wrist to slingshot her closer to the trucks. The gained momentum her granted her the speed needed to soar high above the armored vehicles. Two fingers tap the communicator by her ear while she was mid-air.
❝ Hey, You got eyes on the trucks? See if you can spot the head honcho or any explosives. I really don't wanna blow myself up today. ❞
almost blew his brains out.. he could only be so lucky. james idles there, in the doorway, and it's in the quiet after his question that bucky finally feels the sweat turning cold run down his body. gooseflesh, he hasn't had that in months. not like the bags under his eyes, dark and discolored. the hands that grip soaked sheets. bucky can't feel his fingers and, for the numbness, stares at a tested fist to determine it wasn't his imagination. arm was still there. not the best, littered with scars and the reminder of licking flames.. but it was there. and so was james.
" i don't know, " he lies at first, more interested in his lap, then the nakedness of his legs, sprawled from under covers he rarely didn't want. right now ? he feels suffocated and kicking them away is subconscious.
" go back to bed, " a deflection works better when there's not proof abundant to play on. how shoulders slump, then slouch forward. tuck up behind his ears and then cradle his head while it rolls. seeks a crack that doesn't come. it won't when he's like this. " you know it's always the same ones. " being found in the snow. the whirr of a bonesaw. dreams meet memory and cloudy lines refuse to clear. until what's left is a mess. meat and bone and so much damn blood. usually it's his. a puddle of it coughed up into his own palms.
tonight is was his brother's. the same red, maybe, but the price of it was heavier and, from peripherals, bucky appraises him again. his well-being. only thing bothering james tonight ; was him.
so she can’t drive the motorcycle ? *sigh* BAHAH , fine she’ll just fly next to him , no bc now u got me thinking about so many plots now 😩 the back massages & naPs ? and flowers , and the late night talks is a BIGGGGG one oh my lawd, 1000% go for a spontaneous escape , 🫴 ( @rot3rstern 🩵 beloved !!! )
❝ Oh , jeez. I thought things were bad before. But, this just took it to a whole new level! Usually, I'm optimistic. But, I really think we should call for back up. ❞
