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the soul bond meme

"I can't live without you...literally."

Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.

Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.

Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?

In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.

When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.

You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.

Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.

The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.

The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.

Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.

rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.

prompts

Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.

Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.

Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.

First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.

Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.

Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.

Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.

Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.

Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.

Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.

Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah

Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.

Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?

Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.

Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.

Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.

Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.

Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.

Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.

Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.

Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?

Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.

Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.

Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.

Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?

I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.

False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them

Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.

Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.

It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.

Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.

My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.

OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN

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[ He smiles, that soft crooked smile that used to make the women swoon. He's not interested in Natalia swooning right now. He needs to get his hand on her.

Obligingly, he leans in and kisses her, feather light and barely there. Then he presses his mouth to hers firmly. Leaning down, still kissing her, he wraps his arm under her butt and lifts her against him. He bumps open the door with his shoulder and carries her into the room. (It's as close as he can get to a bridal carry, give the one armed man a break.)

He holds her right where he wants her, breaking the kiss and kicking the door closed. ]

I want you.

[ He whispers the words against her lips. Bucky has never been shy. He's told ladies what he wants before and this time it's Natalia and that's what matters.

His desire is pretty evident, and he doesn't care. His one regret is having only one hand. Life was made easier with two. ]

[She murmurs as he moves to her urging, their lips brushing in a barely-there kiss, and then he follows it with another, firmer and more heat to it as she presses up into it with a sigh as she holds onto him. His one arm lifting her up and her knees come up to press into his hips, helping balance herself a little as he bumps the door open and carries her inside.

It's nice, the way he carries her, their lips still mingling, that heat that thrums through her body, dragging slender fingers through his hair to touch against the back of his neck, her other hand anchoring herself against his shoulder as the door closes behind them.]

If you didn't I'd be very disappointed.

[A little breathless, her eyes shining bright and heated in the dim light of her bedroom as his breath teases against her flushed lips. She's not shy either -- it can be hard to get her here, to make her decide it's worth wanting someone, but she's always owned her sexuality no matter what assumptions people made about her. She smiles, leans in and nips teeth against his lips with a low hum, just a little playful.

Her room is almost criminally plain; the only real decoration is the weapons arranged to be in easy reach no matter where she is.]

I want you too.

[ Any other time, he'd be impressed with the array of weapons. His room isn't much different. Weapons everywhere, just in case. But he isn't worried about that right now. Instead, he's worried about getting her naked and consummating this bond that they've fought against for so long.

At least HYDRA never knew about it. If they had.... But they never did. He'd managed to protect her that much. Everything else, he'll apologize for. In very thorough ways.

Gently, he sets her down on the floor. He needs his one arm to get him naked. And her naked. There needs to be nakedness. Carefully, he reaches back and grabs his t-shirt, before whipping it off over his head. He carefully drops it on the floor, so as not to disturb her weapons. But it does put his shoulder scars in stark relief.

He doesn't care. She knows there are harder, deeper scars than them in him. He pulls her against him again, and kisses down her neck. His hand slides up, under her work out shirt. He needs his hands on her skin. ]

[He sets her down on the floor, and if she was being pragmatic, she'd start stripping while he works his way out of his own shirt, but she can't resist pausing to watch. The sight of his skin, muscular body with the scarring along his shoulder. He's gorgeous in a way that makes her fingers twitch for the desire to press them against his skin. Just the sight of him like this makes her skin heat.

For her, the scars don't detract, aren't strange or foreign. She has her own scars, missteps when she was younger, though the most notable are the ones that he left on her skin -- bullet scars on the left side of her abdomen and her left shoulder.

He pulls her against him and she leans into him, hands touching against his sides, palms skimming up against his body, curling against his shoulders as he kisses against her neck. She murmurs, eyes fluttering under the feeling, letting her head tilt to give him better access in a gesture that's all trust. His hands slide up under her shirt and her hands slowly slide down his back, fingers scraping a little against the skin.

She leans in, nipping against his collarbone, a sly flick of her tongue, tasting his skin. She wants him and it makes her shake.]

[ The want is definitely mutual. His jeans hide nothing of his want, and he doesn't care. His lips are on her skin and that's all that matters. She's here with him, they're safe, and no one can stop them now.

He growls against her neck, when he encounters the fabric of her shirt. He wants her as naked as he is - no, more.

He kisses up her throat, to kiss her lips again, the pulls back slightly. His hand pushes the shirt up a bit more. ]

Help me get this off. [ He wants to see her, to feel her, to be able to touch and taste fully. But she has on too many clothes and he only has one hand, otherwise, her clothing would be rendered to shreds by now. ]

[She can feel his arousal pressed against her with how close they are, just the layers of his jeans and her thin exercise pants, but even that feels like too much. She wants him naked, wants her bare skin against his, wants the heat and the feeling of it. She presses in back against him, a little closer when there's little left to begin with.

There's a heated sigh that's almost a moan as his mouth kisses up her throat, then their lips are mingling together again, before he pulls back, fingers hiking her shirt up a bit further. Her smile is a little crooked with a shine to her eyes that's clear arousal as she nods in breathless agreement, pulling back just barely enough that she can yank it off over her head, tossing it to the floor.

The bra she wears underneath is more function than eye-catching, a sports bra since she'd just been intending to spend a couple hours taking her frustrations out on the equipment and not this. But this is... it's good. She drags the bra off too, letting it follow after her shirt as she looks up at him with a sly smile.]

Better? [She's all pale skin, the generous curves of her breasts with pink peaks already hard in the air. She isn't shy about her scars, though aside from those two gunshots it's mostly just a very old scar over her stomach that's faded enough it's hard to make out in the wrong light.]

[ Bucky, politely, keeps his hand to himself as the lady undresses a bit. Then he's back, tracing circles over her taut skin. His lips find the scar on her shoulder where he shot her. God, he's sorry for that. He'd made sure that she could survive it, but he's not proud of what he did to her.

His lips travel down just a little bit. His tongue curls around a nipple and pulls is into his mouth. His hand comes up and cups the other breast, the thumb running roughly over the nipple.

Gently, he sucks on the nipple in his mouth, wanting her to want him as much as he wants her. His mouth traces a path over to the opposite breast. He pulls that nipple into his mouth, repeating the process. ]

God, you're beautiful. [ He whispers the words in rough Russian. The language seeming far more them, than English. ]

[She sighs as his fingers trace over her skin, a catch of her breath and a low murmur of a moan as his lips kiss against the scar on her shoulder. It sends a shiver up her spine and she reaches up, curling fingers at the back of his neck. There's something about it, the feel of his touch against the scar he'd left.

He hadn't killed her, hadn't shattered her collar bone or her shoulder blade, when she knows he could have. Then his lips slide down over her skin and that moan comes hotter, more intense as his tongue curls around her nipple. His fingers coming down to cup against her other breast, thumb dragging over the nipple as his tongue slides against the other.

Fingers shifting up, curling into his hair, needing something to hold onto as his lips drag over to her other nipple, leaving the other damp against the air as his tongue pays the same attention to her other and she trembles as her other hand curls against his good shoulder. It feels almost too good, a little overwhelming, his touch better than she can reasonably explain.]

I want you. Bucky, you feel so good. [Breathless Russian, her eyes darker with arousal as she tugs against him. She wants more, skin on skin, the way his mouth makes her shake. All the reasons she'd fought this for so long suddenly starting to evaporate.]

[ Feeling her tremble against him is a small victory for Bucky. He wants her to want and come undone in his arm. He cannot think of a greater compliment than that one.

He leaves the second breast wet and pointing toward the sky. Trailing his mouth downward, his hand pushes at the waistband of her workout pants. They're too tight for him to push down easily, but his initial tug does reveal the bullet wound on her stomach. He kneels in front of her and sighs against her skin, kissing the scar. ]

I'm sorry. [ He murmurs the Russian words against the scar, knowing it's not enough, that it'll never be enough.

His hand starts working on getting her pants off. He has a goal, and he will not be denied. ]

[She does want, she aches for him in ways she hadn't even really considered herself capable of before this. Both her nipples wet, hard and the currents of pleasure singing along her nerve endings as his mouth drags her body.

Her fingers combing softly through his hair as she tries to catch her breath, his fingers pushing her workout pants lower, revealing the scar that's low on the side of her abdomen and she murmurs as his lips touch against it, kissing the marks he's left on her.]

It's not your fault.

[And she means it, the soft whisper of Russian on air that feels warm against her skin. There's a brief squeeze of her fingers against his shoulder, then they're slipping down so that she can loosen her pants, help him get them off her.]

You should have killed me, but you didn't.

[There's a quiet sort of affection to it, a curve of her lips as she looks down at him, fingers reaching to trace against his jaw. She wants to touch him, to not let go.]

[ His orders hadn't been to kill her but the nuclear scientist that she'd been guarding. He doesn't point that out. She knew. No reason to bring up the past, especially right now.

His hand comes up and gently pushes down her pants. He needs her naked in front of him. His erection strains against his jeans, making them uncomfortable. But he doesn't care. All that matters is her.

Kneeling in front of her, he pushes down the pants that cling to her curves. He wants to taste her and they're in the way. Finally, they're pooled around her ankles. Bucky shifts his attention and kisses the apex of her thighs. His tongue darts out and he tastes her against his tongue. He groans against her, gently separating her lips and really tasting her. She's tart against his tongue, and he digs in eagerly. She is all that matters. ]

[His fingers push her pants down off of her hips, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin as he guides them down until they hit the floor, leaving her naked in front of him. She smiles softly, looking down at him with a look that's hot with desire.

His lips kiss at the join of her thighs and she gasps, the sound quickly turning into a moan as his tongue presses against the heat of her. She's helplessly wet against his tongue, shaking a little as he groans into her, and then he's spreading her open and tasting her and her moans come a little hotter, a little harder.

Her fingers tightening in his hair with a low cry of his name, pleasure snaking through her, hot and intense and she needs him, needs this in a way she's not sure she's needed anything else.]

[ Slowly, he pushes himself up and picks her up at the same time. Carefully, he puts her on the bed, and removes the pants and shoes that are barring his burying his face between her legs.

When they're out of the way, Bucky spreads her legs in front of him and then settles on his knees in front of the bed. He licks his way between her netherlips, and tastes her fully. His tongue digs in, and just presses against her. Her moistness presses back against his tongue.

His hand trails over her leg, touching the skin he so admires. Everything is for her. All that matters is that she is satisfied. He needs her in a way that he's never needed anything. His stubble brushes against her leg, tickling the skin. ]

[There's a low murmur as he lifts her, and she just holds onto him, letting him move her to the bed, slipping her shoes off, followed by the last of her exercise pants.

Her breath hitches as he spreads her legs, kneeling in front of her and then his tongue is pressing against her again, licking into her body as she moans. Her fingers clutching against his shoulder, holding on tight with the feeling of it as his tongue slides against the slick wetness of her.

She's not sure she's ever felt anything like this before. The way that his fingers trail over the smooth skin of her leg, stubble teasing against slim thighs.]

God, Bucky. Feels so good.

[Her voice coming breathy, tinged with pleasure, hitched a little sharper as her pleasure fills the room.]

[ He wants to take her apart in a way that she'll come back from. He wants her to fall apart and just be a bundle of nerves for him to stroke.

His tongue presses into her, stroking in and out for a moment, before traveling upwards and brushing against her clit. She's perfect the way she is, and Bucky wants to show her everything.

His hand strokes along her leg, mapping out the skin with his fingertips. It trails upward and as he presses his tongue into her again, his hand cups her breast, the thumb swirling around the nipple.

Still, he swipes his tongue against her, able to taste her wetness, and reveling in it. ]

[His tongue presses into her and she arches, head falling back on the bed, breathy murmurs of want and pleasure as her fingers hold onto him like she needs something to anchor her for fear of falling apart. His tongue drags up over her clit and her body jerks with a sharp moan, breath coming fast as he sends ecstasy curling through her.

No one's ever made her feel like this before. It's like he makes her body come alive, the way pleasure curls through her almost electric as his tongue slides into her, fingers gliding against her breast so that his fingers can tease against her nipple.

She moans, squirming a little as the pleasure starts to overwhelm her, fingers twitching where she holds onto him. Everything said that being with your bonded was supposed to be better than anything else, but there was no way to really understand that until you were experiencing it for the first time.]

[ The books said that bondeds were the perfect match. They said that no matter who else you were with, that first time with your bonded was the fairy tale. That nothing else would ever match it.

He never understood that. Never understood how things would be different than the times when he'd spent nights with ladies. (Granted, it's been 70 years, but still.)

Being with Natalia is so different than what he remembers. While he may not trust his memories in some areas, this? This he believes.

She squirms and he almost smirks. That's what he wants out of her. He wants her to let go of her rigid control and become his.

His tongue keeps up its rhythm of penetrating her, only to sweep out and brush over her clit. His hand teases the nipple caught between his rough fingers. He wants her, more and more with each passing moment, but he wants this more. ]

[It's not always easy for her, letting go of her control. But Bucky is under her skin, his every touch makes her body heat, and the way that his tongue moves over her, like he might somehow devour her down to her very core.

Her hips jerk, and the way she moves in response to his touches becomes more pronounced, squirming and her head falling back, eyes closing tight as she leans into the way his fingers tease against her nipple. She can feel him taking her apart, but she trusts him enough to let him do it. The way he makes her feel is better than anything she'd imagined, and not just because for so long she'd imagined that none of this was for her. That she didn't get this, didn't deserve it.

But she does. She gets him, here with her, drawing moans from her trembling lips. Pleasure that feels like liquid heat low in her stomach, his mouth between her thighs, making her body shake as he seems to know exactly how to touch her, pulling down defenses she's never been comfortable enough to give away.]

[ Bucky enjoys the taste of her, enjoys the little jerks of her hips, and the trembling of her thighs. His tongue presses deeper into her and curls upward, pressing hard against her clit.

He needs her to explode for him, wants to taste her as she falls apart. Never before had he thought this possible. Back before the war, he wasn't interested in finding his bonded, wanted to be footloose and fancy free for a little while longer. Then after....

But here she is, his stubble brushing against slim thighs, one hand trailing over to her other breast and gently pinching the nipple between rough fingers.

He groans against her, waiting for her to explode. ]

[She feels exposed like this, but it's not an uncomfortable feeling. Like he can see pieces of her she so often hides as he pulls gasps and whimpered pleasure from her mouth with every press of his tongue. Her body trembles, and the heat of it overwrites everything else except for how he makes her feel.

It's good, too good, and she's not going to last much longer. The way his stubble teases over the soft skin of her thighs, his fingers moving to pinch at her other nipple as his tongue drags against her clit and she moans, fingers shaking against him as she mutters his name, quiet on her breath.

And then a few more breaths and there's little quiet about it as she just comes apart, a sharp cry, her heart-racing as her body shakes and trembles. The pleasure of it downright overwhelming as it feels like it washes over every nerve-ending in her body, until it leaves her boneless.]

[ Bucky grins against her and licks her clean before dropping a kiss on her inner thigh. Slowly, he pushes himself up, crawling over her on the bed. He kisses the scar on her stomach, the one he put there, then one breast and the other. He also kisses the scar on her shoulder.

He kisses her neck too. ]

Enjoy that? [ He whispers the Russian words into her ear. His one arm braces and holds his weight above her. He drops feather-light kisses against her neck, knowing that he just tore her apart and more than a little smug because of it.]

[Moans comes soft, almost hushed as er eyelashes flutter over blue eyes as he licks her clean before starting to slide back up her body with soft kisses against her scars, her breasts, and then lingering against the side of her neck and she hums softly, winding her arms around him, her breath still coming slightly rushed as the aftershocks tremble through her.]

You know I did. [A smile to her voice as she holds onto him, murmuring almost contentedly as he presses kisses to the side of her neck. As if he didn't just ruin her, tear her down to bones and pleasure and his name on her tongue.

Her fingers sliding against his back, a low murmur as she touches, tugging a little like she can pull him in closer.]

I've never felt like that before. [She's willing to let him have his pride. As far as she's concerned, he's squarely earned it.]

Me either. [ He admits, burying his face in her neck. He settles his weight on his knees and his one arm, protecting her from his superior weight. He just breathes in her skin.

He remembers the last girl - a French girl, that he'd met the night before he'd fallen off that damned train. He doesn't remember her name. He doesn't think it matters. All that matters is Natalia in his arms right now.

He's still aroused, still hard in his jeans and uncomfortable. But he doesn't care. He just wants Natalia to be satisfied. That will be enough for him. ]

You're beautiful. [ He murmurs against her throat. He wants to tear her apart again. She's too beautiful for words. ]

[There's a soft sound of amusement that turns into a pleased sigh as his face presses into her neck. He braces himself so that his weight isn't all on top of her, but she can still feel him, breathe him in.

But he's still wearing his denims and she wants him naked. She wants him as stripped down as she is and pressed against her, she wants him. Even still a little high on her own pleasure, she wants him. She can't help but smile when he calls her beautiful, and she murmurs, lets her fingers trail down his sides.]

You're amazing. [One of her hands slipping between them, palming against his erection, then sliding up to tug at the button. Her smile is just a little bit sultry, a little bit wicked, but God she wants him. Needs him, maybe, and she's never felt like that for a person before.]

[ Bucky is all prepared to tell her all the things that he needs to tell her, when her hand slips between them. He hisses in a breath when she touches him, and shivers when she tugs the button free. While he's capable of doing many things one handed, bracing himself, and stripping just isn't within his capabilities.

His teeth scrape against her ear. He's more than ready and willing to take her to the heights again, if that's what she wants.

He pulls back from where he's buried in her neck. He watches her smile and answers it with a crooked one of his own. ]

Should I move? [ He asks, more teasing than serious. He knows that she can't get his pants off where he's at. But he's going to make her ask for it. ]

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