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Secret!

SECRET relationship;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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Natasha felt like she needed him now more than she ever had, like every fiber of her being was craving the man, every moment that they hadn't been together building on top of one another and now Natasha could feel them all coming to culmination as intense as ever. The touch of his hands wasn't enough for her, his kiss wasn't enough for her, being pressed against him like this wasn't enough for her -- God, had there ever been a moment when it was enough for her? Natasha felt like whenever she was with Bucky she couldn't get enough of him, which proved to always be most inconvenient since they were hardly ever able to be with one another for her to sate that continually growing desire. And the moments that they did steal with one another were not only few and far between, but passed all too quickly, the constant fear of being discovered hanging over both of their heads.

Some days what she wouldn't give to be a completely normal woman in a completely normal relationship. But then, she wouldn't have Bucky. Some sacrifices were bigger than others.

She didn't hesitate for even a moment, like putty in Bucky's hands she melted right into the kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist when he lifted her off the ground and began to move further into the room, both of her hands tangling themselves in Bucky's hair as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, nipping softly at his lower lip.

It had been a kind of torture. Even though part of him was happier than he could remember, knowing that he was still capable of connecting with another human being without wanting to kill them, and more than that, finding a connection with someone like Natasha. Bucky couldn't have asked for something better to come into his life... except for the opportunity to act on the need that seemed to always crackle in the air between them.

Honestly, he was amazed none of their teammates had said anything yet.

Once it was clear that she was just as intent on setting those needs loose, Bucky let go of any last reservations and brought all his concentration onto the beautiful, willing woman clinging to his body and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

When his shin touched the edge of the bed at last, he lowered Natasha down to the mattress and stretched out beside her, hands pulling at her clothes clumsily because he wouldn't break the kiss.

The fact that they had yet to be caught had to be something of a miracle, but stealth had been the name of their game for so long that the two were literally professionals when it came to hiding things, or fabricating stories that sounded believable. Natasha would claim to need to do recon somewhere that would require her to remain off of the radar to the rest of their team — and her frequent ‘secret missions’ were a constant point of argument between her and Steve as of late. — and provide a convincing enough of an explanation as to why she had to be alone to do so. She shouldn’t have been lying to them, she knew, but there were so many reasons that her and Bucky shouldn’t have been together that it seemed so much easier for them to keep things a secret than to try and explain themselves to anyone.

And, Natasha didn’t ever feel she needed to explain herself, or her decisions to anyone.

She landed softly on the mattress, her hands still reaching out to touch Bucky as he settled on the bed with her, their kiss continuing as though they were still standing in the entryway of the hotel room, that same passion and ferocity in each press of his against her own. It left her breathless, her pulse suddenly racing and something that felt like liquid fire burning through her veins — an overwhelming kind of sensation that just felt so damn good. Her own hands were quick to grab at the bottom of his shirt and tug it upward, the two practically battling to see who could rid the other of their clothes first. And, Bucky seemed to be winning, the straps of Natasha’s dress dropping off her shoulders and her arms easily slipping out.

He was sure they would tell the others eventually, hopefully before they were forced to. And maybe it was for the best to wait. Maybe then he and Natasha might be able to figure out just what it was that drew them together like this, and if they understood it better, then they'd be able to explain it more clearly.

For now, though, it was their secret. Their chance to carve out a little piece of the world just for themselves and shut the rest out.

Half-crouching on the bed beside Natasha, he moved and shifted to give her room to maneuver his shirt over his head. Bucky tossed it aside, then paused, waiting for Natasha's eyes to move from his face to the jagged line where his metal arm fused to his flesh. There were times when he hated the thing, and he waited for her reaction, busying himself with helping her wriggle her dress down.

Natasha pulled Bucky’s shirt off with ease, allowing him to discard it somewhere off the edge of the bed. She always tried her best not to let her eyes drift to the spot where the metal of his arm met the thick, jagged lines of scar tissue — it was a physical reminder of the torture that the man had been forced to go through so many years ago, something that would always be a terrifying memory in the back of his mind and one that was a haunting mystery in Natasha’s. Her gaze moved to the where the two met, her fingertips gently sliding over the raised skin, as though if she applied too much pressure she would have caused the other some kind of discomfort.

She knew that it wouldn’t have, that Bucky could have handled so much more than the light touch of her fingers, but it was something that was a little but of a natural reaction — the last thing that she ever wanted was to cause the many any kind of more harm than he ha already been through.

Her hips shifted slightly the further that Bucky slipped her dress down her body until it eventually reached her legs and she lightly kicked it off the rest of the way, letting it meet the same fate as Bucky’s shirt had only a few moments prior and leaving Natasha in nothing more than a pair of lacy underwear that contrasted starkly against her otherwise pale skin.

As Natasha first made contact with that ragged line, he found himself holding his breath. But her touch and her expression held none of the disgust or the pity he had been dreading. Either one of them would have hurt him far more than any pain he might still have been dealing with from his old injury or what happened afterwards. As it turned out, Bucky had none of that to worry about, and he could feel his heart speeding at that realization.

Once the dress had sailed away from them, Bucky let his gaze rake over her nearly naked body, and his pulse raced a little more. That Natasha was beautiful was an undeniable fact, but in that moment, he couldn't think of anyone or anything moreso. He leaned back down and kissed his way from her mouth, down to her throat, and then finally began to cover her breasts with kisses before taking each nipple into his mouth in turn.

It was always an interesting sort of contrast, the difference between the warmth of his skin and the cold metal of the arm that he’d been forced to have, one that despite how much Natasha tried to put it out of her mind, she still couldn’t forget completely — reminded of it each time that he’d have both of his hands on her, or whenever her own would go roaming over his body. It frightened Natasha, reminding her of the very first time that she’d met with Bucky and the scar that he’d left her with right above her hip bone, but at the same time it excited her and made her heart race, it reminded her that Bucky was actually there with her, that she wasn’t simply imagining him there while she lay in her bed alone. That cold and unforgiving metal was a much of a reminder of their past as it was of their present.

The dark thoughts of a time too long ago quickly faded the moment that Bucky’s mouth was on her’s again, arching off the bed to press into his lips as they ventured away from her own and began a trail down the front of her body. Each kiss left her breathless and softly gasping, her hand sliding over Bucky’s shoulder so that she could press her fingers firmly into his skin — as though she was not only grounding herself in the moment, but also reminding herself that he was really here with her. They didn’t have to pretend, they didn’t have to lie, they were finally alone and free to be with one another, even if only in the confinements of the suite that Natasha had.

Her nipples felt too sensitive. Everything felt too sensitive. She’d gone without any kind of touch aside from her own for what had felt to her like ages, waiting on bated breath for the moment that they’d both be able to sneak away to meet with one another and now that she was actually experiencing everything she’d only been able to fantasize about, it felt a thousand times more intense than she could ever remember it being.

Like it or not-- and typically for Bucky it was not, although he understood and appreciated what it could do for him-- the arm was a part of him, and that wasn't changing any time soon. And although it was clear Natasha liked it about as much as he did, she wasn't wary or turned off by it, and that was more than enough.

Her skin tasted wonderful as he sampled as much of it as he could, moving down her body. There was whatever she used in the bath, layered with the barest hint of perspiration as their bodies warmed up, combined with the taste of her. Bucky would devour her if he could.

When he reached her breasts, he treated them to such adoring attention, he could almost be worshipping. He used tongue and teeth to coax her nipples into standing stiff, Bucky looked up at her from there, gazing at her with eyes wide. She was here. She was his. It was something he'd been dreaming of, fantasizing about, and now they had made it happen. He was not going to waste any time, and with that thought, his kisses progressed lower down her body.

Natasha wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if Bucky actually had devoured her, it was what she had been waiting for, what she had been fantasizing about every time that she would close her eyes and begin to drift off to sleep. Images of Bucky invaded all of her dreams; his body pressed against her own, his lips covering every inch of her, him taking her in all the most carnal of ways that she had desired all of the time that they had been apart. It felt like it was the only thing that she could think about when her mind wasn’t otherwise distracted by whatever mission that she’d been tasked with. Natasha felt like a woman obsessed, addicted to everything that was the man and quickly realizing that she never wanted to have to go even one day without her drug of choice; James Buchanan Barnes.

Natasha continued to gasp and groan softly, each press of Bucky’s lips against her skin was unlike anything she had felt before — they’d both gone so long without one another that even the slightest brushing of Bucky’s hands, lips… anything was enough to send her mind reeling off to another dimension. “Bucky…” She moaned softly, her hand sliding up his shoulder and along his neck until she could tangle her fingers in his hair, her gaze dropping as she looked down at him, feeling like she was being hypnotized by the way that his lips came in contact with her skin, her body writhing against the sheets as she felt like fire had taken place of the blood that was running through her veins, burning her up in the most delicious of ways.

The same cravings had seized him night after night during their separation, and had only gotten worse once they were again in proximity, but robbed of the chance to be together in that way. Hiding, pretending, outright lying. All of it meant to protect their friends and to protect the possibility that they could make something like tonight happen. It took its toll, and the relief is showing in the ravenous way they attacked each other.

Bucky leaned into those fingers in his hair, their touch sending little sparks down his spine. All contact was good, but God, Natasha felt good under his mouth. Her skin was delicious as his lips reached the waistband of her panties. With a chuckle, he placed a long, slow kiss on the outside of them, her sex separated from his lips by mere fabric.

After that, Bucky reached up and drew those knickers down Natasha's legs.

Bucky continued to kiss lower and lower, eventually reaching her panties and the heat that had been pooling between her legs became that much more intense, like there was suddenly an actual fire burning there and the only way that it could be controlled was by the man that was above her, he alone had the power to soothe the overwhelming need that she had begun to feel — it had been building for days… weeks… months, now. Both of them waiting patiently for when the moment would be right. It felt like they were always waiting; for the moment that they could see one another, for the moment that they could be together, for the moment that they could actually reveal their secret to everyone. This entire thing that they had with one another seemed to be built upon waiting. Always waiting.

Natasha was a patient woman, there was no doubt, but sometimes she really felt like she was going to go insane waiting around so much. The time never seemed to be right, and when it was, it never lasted long enough.

She shifted against the bed as her panties slipped off her hips, then further down her legs and eventually completely off her body to be forgotten somewhere off the edge of the bed — clothes were the very least of her worries at this moment. — her legs immediately spreading just a bit wider in a silent request for the much more direct contact of Bucky’s mouth pressed against her sex now that the fabric that had one separated them was long gone.

They had waited and covered up and been so, so damned patient for so long that Bucky had wondered if they weren't both going to explode with the pressure. But over and over, he had reminded himself that they needed to do things right, otherwise they would be risking the loss of everything else they valued, along with the chance to be together. And so, he'd persevered.

Now, though, his pausing was for a different reason. His eyes moved up Natasha's body, and then down, to where she'd spread her thighs apart to invite him in, her sex mere inches from his mouth.

"Finally," he whispered harshly then kissed her just as passionately as he'd kissed her mouth just minutes before. Bucky groaned at that first contact, her arousal tasting even better than all the times he'd imagined it. His tongue began to move, laving over her slit with the flat of it before using it to part and explore her folds.

In a different time, or a different life, perhaps she and Bucky could have made something together with one another — if he hadn’t been taken and turned into The Winter Soldier, and maybe if she’d never spent so much time in The Red Room, training to be an assassin, if they had just been two normal people, living normal lives, they could have been happy and this wouldn’t have to be done in hushed whispers and top secret locations in far off countries. She could always close her eyes and imagine that they were just a pair of young lovers on a romantic getaway, but the moment that he would leave, the reality would come crashing down on her again.

There were times that she could practically hear their teammates voices in her head, listing off the thousands of reasons why they couldn’t work; they couldn’t ever be together, he was too dangerous, it would compromise too much. Natasha was starting to think that the common theme of her life would forever be her wanting things that she couldn’t have, always chasing things that were nothing more than impossibilities.

Bucky’s tongue pressed against her and she gasped, a sudden wave of heat filling her from head to toe, like he had someone flipped a switch inside of the woman that’s only purpose was to overwhelm her with the feeling of arousal. It felt amazing, and it had been so long — not just since Bucky had touched her, but since she’d even touched herself, there wasn’t any way that her own hands could compare to that of her lover, he knew her body and played her like an instrument that only he had mastered. Her hand tangled in the dark strands of his hair, fingers curling tightly into her palm as she allowed the sounds of her moans to bounce and echo off of the walls of the room, each one acting as a request for more from the man.

“God, I’ve missed you…” Natasha breathed out, the surge of emotions hitting her hard and forcing out every thought that had lingered inside of her head since the moment that Bucky had walked through the hotel room door.

Carving out a piece of the world, just for themselves-- it's all Bucky wanted in that moment, and all he knew they could really hope for. It's a temporary reprieve from their lives, an escape from the armor they wear and the walls they've put up inside their heads and around their hearts. He would wholeheartedly agree with the idea of pretending for a while, of being other people very much like themselves but without the baggage of what lay outside the bubble. Hell, they were spies. Of course they could become different people for a while.

He'd tried to relieve the tension for himself once or twice, but the respite only lasted for a few moments. The physical release wasn't what he needed-- or rather, the only thing he needed-- not when it mattered even more who it was that he was with, who shared that moment with him, who brought him to the edge and made him go over.

When Natasha moaned, the sound sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. The sound of her pleasure, her passion, was a music he'd been dying to hear again for so long that it spurred him on. His mouth moved intently against her, tongue slipping between her folds to explore her, Natasha's body new and familiar at the same time. Bucky slid his hands under her rear to lift her up to an angle that gave him even more access to her body, more ways to make her his.

Something inside of her was throbbing with need, every thought in her mind was nothing more than Bucky. The way that he felt, the way that she knew he tasted on her lips. The sound of his voice when he’d whisper her name in the nights that they were able to share with one another. The clear blue of his eyes when he’d look at her, able to see past all those walls that she had built up. The walls that he had broken down in order to see the real Natasha, a side of her that she rarely exposed for anyone. It was the side of her that she’d always been told to keep hidden, to lock away and never let anyone see for fear that it could compromise her and whatever mission she’d been given. Bucky had been the exception, and as far as the woman was concerned, he would always be the exception.

Nothing compared to his touch. No one had lit a fire inside of her the way that he did. No one left her yearning in the late hours of the night, her body craving a sensation that she both knew so well, but still felt like the vaguest of her memories. With one hand buried in Bucky’s hair, the opposite one slid up the flat plane of her stomach and over the curve of her breast, easily finding one of her nipples and teasing it into a hard peak — the pleasure from two mingling with one another and only heightening the sensations that she was getting from Bucky’s tongue exploring deep inside of her.

Like putty in his hands, Natasha moved easily, allowing the man to pull her in closer and angle her hips in an entirely different way — which ultimately left the woman spreading her thighs wider, one of her legs hooking over Bucky’s shoulder, the feeling of cool metal meeting with her heated body causing goosebumps to rise along her skin, her breath catching in her throat and leaving her in a shaky exhale a few moments later.

Once upon a time, she had seen the man inside the soldier, behind the mask they had given him to wear, both physically obscuring his face and mentally locking away who he really was. Bucky had never really understood just how Natasha had come to the conclusion that he was anything more than a weapon forged into the shape of a person, but he would be eternally grateful that she had. Even during his deepest slumbers, there would be flashes of red hair and generous curves, and the feeling of a body that fit against his as though it had been made to.

With the tilt of her hips and then with her moving her leg over his shoulder, he had the woman spread open for him, her sex beckoning him to explore further, to lavish her with even more attention. He was happy to do just that, his tongue pressing into her entrance to taste her wetness from within while his hand curled up over her thigh far enough that his fingertips could rub small circles over her clit.

Bucky wanted her to come. He wanted her to shake and moan at his hand, to thank her for all she'd done and to fan the flames of her desire, knowing just how hot Natasha could run.

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