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Not A Monster Part 3

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Day Twenty-One ~ Making Up

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After leaving Steve’s apartment she took the elevator down to the labs. If there was anyone in this Tower who knew what it was like to feel unable to control their inner darkness it was Bruce. Maybe Bucky wouldn’t listen to her, maybe he couldn’t believe her words, but he might listen to the one person whose monster was more dangerous than his.

“Hey Short Stack, feeling better?”

Tony came towards her, wrench in one hand, grease covered cloth slung over one shoulder. His eyes regarded her fondly, just a hint of concern peeking through.

“I’m fine, I came to talk to Bruce, is he around?”

Tony nodded. “He’s down in lab three, running some experiments. You can wait in here for him.”

Darcy frowned at the casual way he said it. It was too relaxed, too… coaxing. Why would he not want her to go down to the other lab?

“It’s fine, I just have to ask him something real quick.”

Tony stepped in front of her and shook his head.

“You need to wait here for him. He’s using x-ray equipment down there, you don’t want to expose yourself to that right now.”

“What?”

Tony sighed and led her over to the beat-up coach he kept in the lab and sat her down, shoving a bowl of blueberries into her hands.

“Eat, you’re still looking a little peaky. You’ve been making mad dashes for the toilets for weeks now kid, you can’t look at some of Bruce’s lunch choices without going green and you’ve fallen asleep at your desk nearly every day for the hour before lunch. You also used the internal order service that Jarvis organises, he flags anything that could compromise the health and safety of personnel in the labs.”

A wave of embarrassed understanding swept over her. he knew, about the pregnancy test, about the possibility of her being…. Yeah.

“Oh….” She bit her lip before popping a blueberry in her mouth. “I haven’t even taken a test yet….”

Tony gave her an incredulous look, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“Are you kidding me? You’ve had it for nearly two weeks.”

“I know. But everything just went weird and strange and Steve and Bucky weren’t talking and then there was the running for my life and …. What am I meant to do? I think he’s going to leave me. He let things Steve said to him… things that are big fat dirty lies…. He thinks he’s going to hurt me. I think he might actually leave me for my own good. Have you ever heard anything so stupid? If I had wanted a noble, self-sacrificing, sanctimonious idiot I would have picked Steve not Bucky.”

Tony sat stunned at her sudden verbal break down and the tears that had flooded out, and patted her back awkwardly.

Oh god she thought, as Tony passed her a cloth. She had just blurted it all out, to Tony of all people, she was a mess, a hormonal, hysterical mess!

“Ahh, Jarvis, help me out here. Override privacy protocol six please.”

Darcy sniffed into the cloth and scowled at him.

“I knew it. You are such a Big Brother.”

“Yeah, Orwell’s got nothing on me. But seriously, I wouldn’t do this unless I had to. You falling apart like this, it’s not natural. So, lets both find out exactly what happened, yeah?”

Jarvis brought up the footage from the night of Janes wedding and let it play. Bruce entered the lab just as the argument started, watching with a sort of stunned detachment until it was finished.

“Nice parting shot. Bet that burned.” Tony commented lightly when it was finished. “So, Bruce baby, what do you think?”

Bruce frowned, pulling off his glasses and rubbed them absently on the edge of his lab coat.

“Well… I think some of what Steve said, while technically true was said out of anger and jealously. Has something happened between you and Barnes?”

“She thinks he’s going to leave her for her own good.”

Bruce made an ahh and shook his head.

“Well, that’s not good. I know there’s been no actually studies that 100 percent supported the theory, but stress really isn’t good for you in your condition, especially after being on the run for five days and the no doubt limited meals you had. You’re looking awfully pale. Have you been down to medical yet for a check-up, you really should?”

Darcy threw up her hands.

“Jesus Christ, does everyone know?”

“It was a secret?” He asked stupidly, popping his glasses back on.

“She hasn’t taken the test yet.” Tony piped up, heading over to wash his hands. “I’ll take her down to medical now and you go talk to that idiot boyfriend of hers. And I take it we’re not telling him yet about the bat in the cave?”

“Bat in the cave? Really, that’s what you’re going with?”

Tony shrugged. “It has vague superhero connotations, so I went.”

“No, I don’t want to tell him yet. Not… I don’t want that to factor into his decision. He should stay because it’s the right thing to do, because he loves me more than he fears hurting me or losing me, not because he’s obligated to.”

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

He nodded and left the lab, Darcy still wiping at her eyes.

“Okay let’s go Double D, before I have to start calling you Double G.”

Darcy elbows him in the side for the comment but smiles. It was nice to have her friends so concerned.

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True to his word Tony took her down to medical and then left at her insistence. The Doc was good, didn’t ask too many questions and she put off the idea of letting them do an ultra sound, there was no immediate need, she was healthy enough, if a bit tired. The Doc had insisted on doing the pregnancy test, but Darcy refused to let the doc tell her anything. She couldn’t deal with the concrete knowledge just yet. The Doc humoured her and made her wait while she ran some blood tests.

When she finally left, it was with a mostly clean bill of health, an appointment to return in a week and a prescription of iron tablets for the anaemia cause by her probable sprog.

She had just stepped into the elevator when Natasha slipped in the doors. Darcy nearly jumped in fright, damn the woman was stealthy, where the hell had she come from?

“What are you doing down here, is the baby alright?”

Darcy repressed the urge to scream. Was everyone in the Tower aware of her predicament?

“Ixnay on the yaba!”

Nat wrinkled her nose in confusion

“I’m not ready yet.” She relents.

“Okay, taboo on that for now... but you’re alright, right?”

The red head stares her down, daring her to lie. Darcy rolled her eyes, there was no way she was going to make it through nine months of overly concerned superhero’s if this was an indication of how everyone was going to react to the news.

“I’m fine. Honest. Just tired and in need of a few extra calories and plenty of water and these," she shook the iron tablets. "Doc said I was slightly anaemic, nothing to worry about, a little rest and I’ll be right as rain.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes then nodded, seemingly satisfied that Darcy was telling the truth.

“I’ll walk you back to your apartment anyway. We should see about getting you a tracker and I’ll have your security team informed of your medical condition, discreetly.”

Darcy throws her hands up and gives in. There was no point in arguing and she allows Nat to walk to the door.

She returns to an empty apartment, strips her clothes off and pulls on one of Bucky’s old t-shirts. She’ll think about all the crap tomorrow, she’s too tired to care right now. She climbs into the bed and pulls Bucky’s pillow towards her, cuddling into it and breathes in his scent.

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Bruce eventually finds Bucky up on the roof. The man is leaning on the barrier, looking down at the city below. James Barnes might be older, but in years lived, dealing with the kind of fear of yourself that he has, he’s ahead of the other man by at least a decade. He’s been where he is now. He made a mistake, let his need to protect Betty drive him away from her. He regrets that, thinks sometimes that they could have had something real, he never gave it the chance. If Barnes walked away from Darcy now it would be a greater tragedy. No one could have missed the two of them falling in love. It had been plain for anyone to see. It hadn’t been something he would have predicated, the tiny bubbly Darcy Lewis, colourful and loud with the dark broody and murderously dangerous Winter Soldier following her around like a baby duckling, but it had happened.

“Darcy send you to talk to me?”

Bruce snorted.

“Well I didn’t come up here for the view.” He paused for a moment before making his way over to stand beside him. “Darcy told us what happened with Steve.” He decided to leave out the part where Tony had over-rode security protocols and accessed the actual footage.

Bucky sighed, still looking out at the city. The irony of the situation he found himself in had him smiling bitterly.

“You know, this is the first time I had a problem and couldn’t go talk to Steve about it.”

“I’m sorry. To be honest I’m not that great at listening to people’s problems, usually I wouldn’t go near this sort of thing with a ten-foot barge pole. Here’s the thing though, there’s a friend of mine, down stairs, getting her heart broken and I want to help her. She didn’t tell me to talk you round or convince you of anything, just to talk to you. And it worries me, because that woman down there doesn’t like other people fighting her battles for her. Yet somehow, this time, she doesn’t feel she can do it. Could you tell me why that is?”

Bucky knows exactly why. Darcy’s afraid to push him into making a promise. She thinks that because of what he feels about her that she has too much influence on his agency. It had freaked her out back in the beginning, the way he would cave to her demands, even when he didn’t like doing something that made him uncomfortable. She felt she was taking advantage once she understood that he would force himself to do things with her he didn’t want to if it made her happy. He’d got better since then, at learning how to say no again, to voice his discomfort. Even now, with the Doc in front of him he felt that rush of love for her well up. She was still determined to look out for him even as she waited for an axe to fall. He tells as much to Banner, as shortly as possible.

They stay in silence for a while before Bucky speaks again.

“I’m scared that everything Steve said was true. But it’s more than that… I worry I’m going to wake up one morning and find I’ve hurt her, that the Soldier’s slipped his chains and taken her from me. I don’t know how to fix that, how to control it. I don’t want to leave her, but she won’t promise to go if I slip up. I can’t stand the thought that I could harm her. It twists me up inside. I can’t lose her like that.”

Bruce nods, it made sense, the lack of agency, the lack of control, the fear of the programming re asserting itself.

“Life isn’t a series of events that can be scheduled into place, you can’t predict what happens next. You can’t let the fear of what could happen, dictate what can happen.”

“Even if it means I could hurt her…. kill her, all because there’s a part of me I can’t control?”

“No one of is in control of anything, not really. It’s all just a pleasant lie we tell ourselves, so we sleep better. You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. There could be an alien invasion, there could be terrorist attacks, natural disasters…. The list is endless. You think you can protect those you love by keeping distance? You can’t.”

“But she’d be safe, from me. If I snapped… killed her… She should get to live a long life, a happy one. What if he hurts her…? kills her?”

“What if he doesn’t? She could walk out into the street and be killed by a bus, run off the road by drunk driver, shot in a corner store buying a pint of milk. And you’re forgetting, she spends between eight and fourteen hours in these labs alongside us every day. We use dangerous chemicals and machines. Jane could make one tiny slip up and Darcy would be reduced to her molecular pattern and turn to dust. Hell, Hulk could kill her by accident if I triggered here in the building.”

“It’s not the same, you have some control over it...”

“You know, I really don’t. Hulk isn’t something I can plan for. Just like the Winter Soldier isn’t something you can plan for. That darkness inside? The Soldier? He’s not going to go away, he’s part of you. You can‘t escape him anymore than I can escape Hulk.”

“What if Steve’s right what if I’m fooling myself. What if I’m just using her? What if I’m just as selfish as he said.?”

“Jesus he really did a number on you didn’t he. I’ve seen you Barnes, you’re crazy in love with her. Are you selfish for wanting to be happy? I don’t think so, if you are, then so is everyone else. Look, even a blind man could tell you love her, you’re both passionate intense people who have fallen hard for each other. There’s nothing wrong with that. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a danger to her and I don’t think you’re being selfish. You step back now, and they win. They take one more thing away from you. My advice? Don’t let them. This crisis of faith you’re having right now, it’s because part of you it still afraid to be happy. Don’t let Steve’s jealousy ruin your relationship with Darcy. Step back and really think about it. If it had never happened, where would you be right now?”

“I’d be in bed with my girl.”

“And I’d be in bed with mine. Instead we’re both out here freezing out asses off in the middle of the night. There are no guarantees in life Barnes, some things we gotta take on faith and that girl of yours, she’s got enough for the both of you. Get your ass back down there and fix this or the next person knocking on your door will be Stark and none of us want that.”

“Thanks Doc.”

He waited till Bruce left the roof before leaving himself. He had someone he had to talk to.

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He found Steve locking up his apartment, a duffle bag over one shoulder when he made it down to his floor.

“Bucky.”

“Where you going Punk?”

Steve shrugged and set the bag down. “I’m going to stay upstate for a while. Get my head out of my ass.”

“Darcy been by then.”

“Like a whirlwind.”

“Yeah, she’s a ball buster. You make it out intact?”

Steve snorted. “She set me straight, cut me down real good. Wasn‘t nothing I didn’t have coming. I was an asshole to you. You didn’t deserve it. I was wrong and I’m sorry for that. I never… I didn’t ... fuck. Look, I can’t explain it, but I am sorry for what I said. I was being a selfish jealous jerk. You didn’t deserve the shit I unloaded on you. I know you would never hurt her, neither part of you. Don’t fuck up the best thing you’ve ever had because I couldn’t keep my shit together after I had too much to drink.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t and I’m not going to. I’m sorry you felt like I got things you didn’t. I never meant to make you feel that way when we were kids.”

“You didn’t, it wasn’t your fault. We were both young and you always looked out for me. I guess I didn’t realise how much I had wanted to be like you back then. Everything seemed to come easy. You had your health, your Ma and Pa and your sisters, every dame in Brooklyn ready to walk out with you if you so much as sneezed at them. Hell, it’s why I stuck around so long to save your ass, no one could say no to you.”

Bucky laughed at that.

“You’re full of shit Rogers.”

“Learned it from the best.” He replied with a half-smile.

“Keep outta trouble up there.”

“Go put a ring on that girl of your Barnes and let me know when the wedding is.”

“You still gonna be my best man?”

“Well I’m not gonna be your best girl.”

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”

The seemed to move at the same time. Both them going in for the hug, something they had done countless times.

“You’re my best friend Bucky. I hope you can forgive me, eventually.” Steve bit out as he held him.

“I think one bust up in a century can’t be grounds for ending it, do you? I forgive you, don’t worry about it. We’ll get past it, I just need a little time.” He told him, stepping back and handing him up the duffle. “Don’t be stranger.”

“Not that easy to get rid of. Will you tell Darcy I’m sorry?”

Bucky nods and lets his friend leave, the air clearer between them. It’s time to go home.

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She hears him come and pulls herself out of bed, it’s nearly three in the morning. She feels rested, she’d been sleeping for almost six hours. She stands at the bedroom door and watches him. He’s leaning over the breakfast bar, a glass of water in front of him. He knows she’s there, his shoulders tense and silent pause before he speaks twists her insides into knots.

“I don’t deserve you...”

He feels like a fraud. He had never been a good guy. Not the way others were. He’d been young and selfish once. And after, when they took him and changed him, he’d become a monster. The blood on his hands was real, whether he had wanted it or not, it existed. She was everything right in a world gone wrong. Innocent in ways he’d forgotten. He craved her presence, her laughter, her joy in life.

The words rang in her ears like a death knell. ‘I don’t deserve you’… Is that what he really thought? That people got what they deserved? If they did, if the world worked that way, they wouldn’t be having this conversation now. She just had to make him see it.

“I’m not some gift or reward. I’m a person. The world didn’t give me to you. I chose you.”

He had to listen to her. Right now, the possibility of him leaving was directly in front of her and she became as selfish as she knew she was. She was going to fight for him, it hurt too much to give up without making herself heard first.

“Even after everything I’ve done? Why? You deserve better than me.”

Darcy shook her head. God he was stubborn and blind, and this self-hatred was a problem. Probably not one that would ever completely resolve itself. Not that it mattered in the grand scheme of things. Love meant standing by someone, even when they didn’t want you to, even when they hated who they were. It was giving strength and comfort when your person needed it most.

“I don’t think people deserve things. It’s not like life rewards us for hard work and good deeds. If people were given what they deserve, the evil in the world would be gone, leaving good people untouched by darkness. And maybe it’s not about what you deserve. Maybe you’re right and it’s about what I deserve. What do you think I deserve?”

There was a half a room separating them, she moved closer, keeping her eyes fixed on his face.

“You deserve the world, you deserve everything.”

Why did that sound like an apology? No if he does this, if he leaves, she’s not sure she wants an apology, because that means she has to forgive him and she can’t, not for this. Not for leaving her. The next words she speaks hold a hint of the turmoil and anger that is growing within her with each step towards him.

“For a smart guy you can be kinda dumb. You are my world, you are my everything. You want to give me the world, give me everything? It’s so simple… all I need and want… it’s just you, by my side, always.”

She stops just a few steps away from him, her legs feeling weak and shaky. Oh god, don’t pass out now, not now.

“I could hurt you. I could kill you.”

It was the stark and ugly truth. One they both knew. One they had both ignored for all of the time they had been together.

“I know.”

There was nothing in her tone but hard acceptance. She understood exactly what could happen. It didn’t change anything for her, he could see that.

“The things Steve said…”

She stops him with sharp movement, her hand flaring in anger, and opens her mouth to vehemently refute anything and everything Steve might have thought or said or implied.

“No one tells me how I live my life, no one tells me who I love, especially not some vindictive prehistoric Neanderthal that thinks I owe him because I was nice to him once and definitely not the universe, and I'm not gonna let someone else's idea of right and wrong stop me from loving you or being with you or building a future with you because you are my life.”

Bucky grabbed her hands placatingly. She could feel the burn of tears filling her eyes as she panicked. What if she couldn’t make him listen?

“Hey, hey, it’s okay… I know Doll, I know… don’t cry. I was going to say that the things Steve said… they messed with my head because they were already there. He didn’t say things I didn’t already wonder myself.”

“None of it’s true, it’s all damn dirty lies…” she told him fiercely. He wanted to kiss her for that, for her need to defend him, even against himself. Instead he looked steadily into her eyes and placed their joined hands over his heart before he continued, voice soft but sure.

“And maybe I don’t deserve you, but I don’t care, because you chose me, you believed in me, when no one else did. I’m staying, not because I think you’ll be safe with me, I know you’re not, but because I’m just selfish enough to want to keep the best thing that’s ever happened to me from ever leaving. I don’t want to give up on us because I fear the unknowable. I don’t want this, us, to end.”

What was he saying? Was he saying what she thought he was? Her heart began pounding in her chest from the anticipation.

“I want to stay. I want to grow old with you and fight with you and argue about who’s turn it is to do the dishes. I want you fussing when I get hurt and telling me off when I’m being stupid. I want screaming arguments and I want us to fuck each other happy again after. I want you, I want this, I want us. I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying because I can’t live the rest of my life wondering what we could have had if I had just taken the chance to let you love me.”

Darcy could have cried at his words, he wasn’t leaving her. The massive weight of dread which had hovered over her or two days had finally lifted.

“I don’t ever want to feel like that again, you can’t do that to me again, okay?”

I promise, I’m so sorry for putting you through this Darce, I never wanted to hurt you like this. I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, I don’t have the words to tell you how much….”

He silenced her with a soft kiss, and she stood on tip toes and wound her arms around his neck, melting into it, seeking his tongue with hers. Then his mouth opened under hers and he lifted her up, her legs locking around his hips. Bucky moaned into her mouth and then painted a line of kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

“Bucky… bedroom, now. You promised…”

“Promised what sugar?” he smiled into her neck and scraped his teeth against her skin. She jerked and tightened her legs, hissing out a half laugh half gasp.

“That you’d fuck me happy.”

“I’m not just going to fuck you happy, Baby-doll, I’m gonna make you fly, and then I’m gonna fly with you.”

The playful lust driven tone turned darker and a little possessive. Darcy shivered and held back the whimper his words provoked as she felt the curl of need low in her belly.

“Please Bucky…”

“Tell me what you want baby…”

“I want you.”

He lay her on the bed gently once their clothes were gone, leaning over her, kissing and touching, marking a path down her chest, pausing to roll her nipple between his lips and making her curse and arch into his mouth as he flicked his tongue around the taut peak.

His hand drifted up over her rib cage and between the valley of her breasts, smoothing along her collar bone before circling over the top of her breast and taking her in his hand, lifting the weight of it and squeezing gently.

God it felt so good, his hot mouth sucking and licking his way down her body. If there was a way, she could keep them here in this moment forever, she’d do it, it felt so good to have him touching her, loving her. He kissed down her stomach and then gently parted her legs, drawing circles into the skin of her inner thigh. He placed a hand under her hips and lifted her up, slipping a pillow under her for elevation. She looked at him in question.

“Trust me sweetheart?”

She nodded, of course she trusted him, her breathing picked up in expectation, the look in his eyes as he gazed up at her, sinful and full of promise. He lowered himself between her legs, kissing her skin between muttered words of praise. The first swipe of tongue had her hips lifting from the bed, he placed a wide hand across her belly, holding her down gently, the pillow keeping her angled upward.

He drew it out, teasing flicks and nips and soothing strokes with the flat of his tongue, leaving her breathless and moaning, urging him on. Her hand came down to tangle in his hair, gripping his dark locks tight, showing him where she wanted him. He hummed into her skin, she could feel as his lips curled up in a smile before his tongue darted out to lap against her entrance before delving into her core. The sensation had her stilling, barley breathing as he fucked her slowly with long purposeful strokes.

“Bucky…... Bucky…. oh god…. I’m so close… “

She almost cried when he stopped but he pushed into her with two fingers, his lips closing around her swollen clit, thrusting and sucking in tandem. The orgasm rushed over her fast as her pussy clamped around him, he kept going, fucking her with his fingers, drawing it out then curling up and pressing at the spongy tissue of her g-spot, triggering another, more intense wave to sweep through her, her voice calling his name wantonly as her back arched and her toes curled, breath ragged as stars burst behind closed lids. He didn’t stop, lapping at her through the pleasure until she lay boneless and sated, his name still whispering from her lips.

When she opened her eyes and looked down, she found him, head pillowed on her thigh, watching her with an indulgent smile, his mouth glistening from her release. He crawled up her body, pausing place kisses on her stomach and breasts before reaching her lips and sinking into a heady, filthy kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue as she nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, making him groan, bringing his weight down against her body, the hard planes of his chest and belly flush with hers. She could never have her fill of him, always wanting more, needing more. The hard evidence of his desire for her lay heavy between her legs. Just the feel of him there, hot and thick, had her lifting her hips in invitation, the slide of him between her fold making her whimper breathlessly. The anticipation building again as she reached for him, guiding him into her slickness, coating his shaft with her desire before urging him to claim her.

Sinking into her felt like coming home, her tight heat pulling him in, god he loved her. Every breath that stuttered, every enticing whimper she made encouraging him as he held back from pounding into her. Fuck he wanted to, wanted to drive into her fast and hard, take pleasure in her body as she surrendered to him so prettily. He rolled his hips, as he worked her open for him, her body accepting him inch by silken soaken inch. He loved how wet she was for him, how she had chanted his name so brokenly while he ate her out, tasting her sweetness as it gushed out of her. He wanted to wreck her, ruin her, make her fly so high from the pleasure he could give her that she would come undone beneath his hands and his cock.

He filled her deliciously with his hard length, muttering curses into her skin as he bottomed out. Darcy felt the burn as he stretched her to her limit, his cock reaching places she had never felt before.

He nipped and kissed down her throat as he flicked her nipple with one finger over and over, sending thrills of pleasure straight to her centre. She whimpered and called him name, begging for him to move but he stayed still as she tensed and arched beneath him, trying to rub her clit against the base of his cock. She had never felt so full, it ached in the best way. He continued his game, teasing her, encouraging her rock into him, leaving only enough room for her to gain enough pleasure from the press of their bodies, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, playing her like an instrument.

“Please, move, I… need you… to move…”

“Not yet pretty girl just trust me, I promise I’m going to make you feel so good. I need you to relax, okay? Just let everything go, let me take care of you.” The whispered words in her hair thrilled her, the promise he made building the desire in her centre.

He ran a hand from the back of her thigh to cup the back her knee and lifted her leg high on his hip, the angel allowed him to slide deeper within her and she cried out at the sudden invasion. The head of his cock bumping against her cervix with each little squirm she managed, and she panted trying to force him even deeper. It hurt a little, a stinging, but it was far outweighed by the overwhelming wave of new pleasure that was building deep in her belly. Surging up, pulling every muscle tight from the back of her thighs, over her hips, which began the jerk desperately, and across her abdomen. She couldn’t fucking breath from the feeling of exquisite torture snaking through her, coiling tightly even as her walls began to pulse and clench around his shaft. This was new, different, she had never had an orgasm like it, it was slow and strong, not the sudden drop from a cliff, it was like being in freefall. Wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss, sending her higher each time she took him in a little more, before something inside her seemed to beak and she wailed his name, chanting it over and over, sobbing out her release as he watched her hungrily, telling her how good she felt coming around him, watching her come apart for him.

She kept coming, her pussy continuing to clamp down on his cock as she jerked against him, reduced to incoherent babbling of how good she felt, how she loved his cock and wanted him to fuck her and never stop. Even with the last washes of orgasm through her, he was still seated deeply inside her, hard and thick and hot. She lay panting beneath him, the only thing she was able to do was breath and then he hitched her other leg up and…. How could it be possible that he was now even deeper, she wanted to cry from the feeling of fullness, she couldn’t tell where she ended, and he began.

“Good girl, such a good girl coming so pretty from me Doll.”

“Please…. Please…love you Bucky, please…” she didn’t know what she was pleading for, how could it still feel so good, so right? It was happening again, her belly beginning to tighten as the feeling rushed through her. His voice whispering in her ear was the only thing holding her together.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, just relax, let it happen, that’s it, nice and easy, just like that” He ran his hands lightly over her skin, soft, warm strokes up her sides as the aftershocks of pleasure slowly subsided. She let him talk her into un-bunching all the muscles at her core, her eyes rolling back as she felt him push further inside her. He wasn’t done with her yet, her heart drummed in her chest and there wasn’t enough air in the room to fill her lungs.

“Bucky… oh god... please…. please”

He leaned down and captured her lips with his in a wet filthy kiss and then he finally started to move, shallow thrusts, his cock hitting that place inside her with every rock of his hips. Oh fuck, oh god, she was going to come apart again. She couldn’t have kept quiet if she wanted to. He felt so good, his weight keeping her from floating away as she rode the waves of pure bliss that travelled from her belly out radiating like a sunburst from head to toe and it just kept going climbing higher. each time he filled her. She clung to him, urging him to keep going to not stop, never stop. He was taking her apart piece by piece, one hand steady on her hip, keeping her at the perfect angle. The last tether broke and she came with a long keening wail.

The moment she tipped over the edge he slammed into her one last time, letting himself fly with her, his body jerking as he came with a rush of pure euphoria, both of them clinging to the other as their orgasms tore through them, aftershocks jolting up his spine as he cuddled her close in his arms. He couldn’t more and didn’t want to, buried deep inside her comforting warmth, feeling the pull as she continued to flutter around him, shaking and shivering from the overwhelming high.

Darcy lay in his arms, breathing him in, every inch if her skin tingled intensely. She’d never experienced anything like it before. What the hell had just happened? He was nuzzled into her neck, kissing his way up to her ear, telling her all the pretty things, she closed her eyes and cleaved into his warmth. She felt like she might float away without him to hold her here, she clung to him, feeling of love and adoration for him bubbling up.

“I love you, I love you… oh god that was intense... Bucky... love you so much.” Her voice shook from the strength of her feelings, beginning to devastate her. She felt so defenceless, so exposed and vulnerable and so full of love for him. She could feel the tears running down her face, it wasn’t crying exactly, but she couldn’t stop.

“Bucky……”

He leaned up on his arms, his body still holding her down, grounding her.

“I love you Baby… I’m right here. It’s alright, your fine.”

“I’m…. I feel so… I don’t know, I… just hold me, please, don’t let go.”

“I’m not going anywhere Darce, I’m never gonna leave you. I love you, l love you… I’ll say it a million, million times, I love you.”

She made a happy noise and rubbed her nose to his giving him a sweet kiss. He was careful with her, running a hand through her hair, whispering words of love and praise to her. She was an overstimulated mess after what he’d done to her. When she calmed enough, he slipped out of her and reached to bring the covers over them both as she continued to hold onto him tightly, burying her face in his chest and pressing kisses into his skin as she drifted off to sleep, tiny shocks still moving through her ever so often.

Bucky held her close, she meant everything to him. He would love her for the rest of his life and tomorrow, tomorrow he would do what he should have done after Jane’s wedding and give her the ring, ask her properly and show her that he had meant it. He was never going to leave her, never.

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