bakerstreet | Body Heat

"Metal arm's not the be all and end all of everything," he murmured. While his metal arm could rip open almost anything, Bucky always preferred his right hand. He was right-handed; it simply made sense. But he often chose to do everything with his right hand because of the fact he was still coming to terms with his left no longer being a fist that belonged to anyone but himself.

But he sighed and twisted and easily ripped out the middle console. He tossed it into the back, uncaring of the noise it made. It was a mess in the middle, but at least the gear was gone and the inside matched the outside of the dilapidated truck.

"You going to come over here or am I going to have to wreck something else to finally get you to stop shivering?"

That was actually pretty damn smooth, both the action and the line after, and Jessica felt herself blink in both surprise and the understanding that there was going to be something happening in the next little while that she'd been thinking about for longer than she cared to admit. So of course, she dialed the sass up. "I dunno, depends on what you plan on wrecking, Barnes."

There were some thing she wouldn't mind watching him destroy, to be perfectly blunt. And the next shiver that went through her had nothing to do with the temperature.

He wasn't quite sure what this was. An acquaintanceship? Friendship? Whatever the hell two sort of colleagues had? Whatever it was, Bucky knew he was going to wreck it, possibly to the point where it was irreparable. Jones didn't seem to think much about that.

He set his jaw and looked at her unimpressed. "How about you move your ass to find out?" It wasn't his smoothest line—or a line a tall; Sergeant Bucky Barnes was a lot smoother than that, back in the day—but he had a feeling Jones wouldn't particularly dislike it.

He curved the corner of his lip upward. "Unless you want me sitting in your lap. I'm pretty heavy."

"With that much ego you have to cart around, I'm not that surprised." She was almost tempted to pull him over on top of her, just to prove a point. There was a heartbeat of consideration, but then she was moving to sling her leg over his lap, throwing the now-ignored jacket to where she'd been to get it out of the way.

As for what they had that might be destroyed- this was something she felt was par for the course for her. She regularly ruined any sort of burgeoning goodness in her life. She just wasn't usually capable of doing it in bed. Or, in a truck. God, she was going to feel like a weirdo horny teenager after this. "I could have pulled that out myself, for the record. I just like bossing you around."

"Uh-huh." Bucky smiled lopsidedly, scrunching his nose slightly. He believed that as he believed water capable of being dry. While Jones could easily kick the door off the truck with a lazy push, the point was she didn't.

He rested his right hand against her hip, keeping his left by his side. She was pretty close. It wasn't as though Bucky hadn't noticed how dark her everything was, but this close-up, he could see the way her lashes were just as dark as her hair and her jacket. The tip of her nose was a little pink from the cold.

"So you did the gentlemanly thing and let me do it instead? It's done wonders for my fragile ego."

"Chivalry ain't dead, baby." She somehow managed to get that out with an almost straight face, but after that, she opted to cover the burgeoning grin by leaning in and kissing him. Pussyfooting around wasn't her speed, and since she was straddling him in a truck in the middle of what seemed to be a snow storm, she figured both of the adults in the dilapidated truck knew what was up.

If he wasn't interested, well, he had a hell of a way of getting that across.

And if he doubted her abilities, she'd just have to have some kind of super-show-off battle later. When they weren't supposed to be 'working'.

This was one way to shut Jessica Jones and her insults up. He'd have to keep this in mind for the future.

Bucky leaned up, pressing his right hand more firmly against her hip. He shifted in his seat as he opened his mouth beneath hers, slowly sliding his hand to and up her back. She felt cold, but he imagined that he didn't feel any better. Slowly, he moved his hand up and down her spine, fanning his fingers out to try and encompass more of her.

They probably should've been working, but considering nothing of note had happened since he got his ass into the truck and nothing had happened before he arrived, he doubted they were going to miss anything at all.

If they did, she'd just tell Fury she was too busy doing her best impression of Steve Rogers for 70 years to be of much use as an investigator in a snowstorm and maybe he should have sent out magical heating tech if he wanted her in a blizzard.

Even then, the thoughts of her snarking at Fury were pushed away by the press of his hand against her back, and she moved her right hand down to grab his left, moving it up to rest against her hip. "I'm not as fragile as I look." He wouldn't be able to warm it up if he left it there without involving it in whatever they were doing. And what she was doing was sliding her hands up under his shirt, feeling hot skin against cold fingers as she bit at his lip.

"Jesus," he murmured as he sucked in his belly. Fuck, her hands were cold. Bucky gripped her hip before he relaxed his Vibranium hand.

"Don't think you're fragile," he said, not moving his head away from hers. He'd be an idiot to think Jessica Jones was delicate, and while Bucky often was an idiot, there were times when he wasn't.

He didn't know if right now was one of those moments.

He leaned toward her rather than away. "Vibranium can be cold."

And he was still getting used to touching anyone with his new arm. It was kinder and gentler, but eight decades with a heavy weight and blood between the plates was hard to shake off.

He squeezed her hip before he mimicked her and slid his Vibranium hand beneath her shirt to touch skin.

The touch of that icy metal had her sucking in her breath, goosebumps breaking out over her skin as she bit at his lip again. "Good. Because I'd hate to interrupt what I hope will be a fun time to prove you wrong." She had a reputation to uphold, after all.

Her hand slid up over his abs, his chest, careful not to get too close to the seam of where metal met flesh. She wasn't bothered by it at all, but she didn't want to put the brakes on this with trauma rearing its head. She knew from her own issues that sometimes something banal could cause a ruinous reaction.

She freed her hands a bit to shrug her jacket off, then went back to tracing lines and angles of a body that she had a curiosity to see naked. And sweaty. And on her bed.

"Told you it was cold."

He shivered at her hand, partly because of how cold her fingertips were, but the more she touched him, the less cold she was. It had been a long, long time since he'd let anyone touch him like this. All he remembered for ages was brutality; if she asked, he'd blame the cold. Sometimes it was best to keep some things close to his chest.

Leaning back in his seat, Bucky removed his hands from her and tucked them into the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up and over his head, he dropped his shirt onto her vacated driver's seat.

He shivered hard but ignored how goosebumps appeared on his skin at how cold the inside of the truck was. He placed his hands back on her hips, tucking his fingertips beneath her shirt to slowly slide up her sides.

Getting naked in a truck in a blizzard was probably a really dumb idea, but...

She looked down at him as he sat there, nudging her shirt up while he bared himself to her and she grinned. Her arms lifted up to let him get it up and over her head, and her bra was a matching black underneath. Jess was black on black on white, something she didn't pay much attention to because it was more fun right now to grind down a bit, to press her body against his as she leaned down to breathe a hot line of breath along the edge of his collarbone. Then she nipped him. "What else you plan on telling me, Barnes?"

Bucky inhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against her sides. He stared up at her for a few moments before he let his gaze drift down to her neck and collarbones, her black bra (unsurprising), and her toned stomach. His Vibranium hand was a stark contrast to her pale complexion.

"This is an incredibly smart idea," he said a little sarcastically, but the way he peered up at her contradicted his tone. It was a dumb idea. This was one of the dumbest ideas he'd had since he threw himself out of a plane without a chute.

He looked up at her. "Anywhere you don't want me to touch?"

Of course it was a dumb idea. It just made her want to do it more. Her lips moved up to his neck, teeth nipping at the pulse she saw there before she leaned back to look down at him. The question shouldn't be surprising, but it was. "No. You?" She had a feeling there'd be at least one, but she wasn't going to make assumptions.

Her hand was already skimming down to tug at the button of his jeans. The quicker she got them opened, the quicker she could get him out of them. Or at least, tugged down enough that they could get the nitty gritty parts out.

Besides, more of him to see wasn't a bad thing. She hadn't been lying when she'd said he was pretty.

The obvious answer was his arm. It was hard to shake off what had become a habit. He'd spent eight decades hating it, and now that he had a lighter arm with some sensation, he still felt that knee-jerk reaction to say he didn't want his arm to be touched.

But she'd made it clear that she wanted him to touch her with his hand. Worrying about touching her with a part of him that was undesirable was as dumb as what they were doing in this truck.

"My side," he said. Glancing down at his right side, he shook his head and exhaled. "Really ticklish."

Curling his hand around the side of the seat, he lifted his hips up and used his right to help tug his jeans over his ass.

"Ticklish?" Of all the things she'd expected, that hadn't been it. But he was lifting up and she was moving his jeans down, trying not to rip them in that need to get him naked. Well, not fully naked, but naked enough. She closed the distance between them when he lowered back down, lips on his and her hand moving down to wrap around his cock.

Jessica could be gentle when she wanted to be. She just often didn't. Even though they were half frozen in this truck and he had a way of pushing her buttons, she was careful with what her hand held, and she felt a heat pool low in the pit of her stomach at the feel of him. A sound of pure need was muffled against his lips as she kissed him.

Inhaling sharply, Bucky shifted and made a sound low in his throat. He parted his lips against hers, cupping the back of her head with his right hand and sliding his left along her back. His breathing grew heavier; briefly, he wondered if he was loud enough to alert those in the very tall and thick-walled warehouse that they were outside.

It felt so good to be touched. Bucky didn't want to jerk too much in his seat in case he ended up losing the warmth of her hand on his hardening cock, but he shifted his hips slightly in encouragement.

"Ticklish," he murmured against her mouth. What was also dumb was trying to carry on a conversation that held no weight. It was easier to not think if he did. "Embarrassingly."

"Yeah?" He was so damn responsive. She could feel the skin she held going from soft and limp to silky and hard. And hot. She gave him a testing stroke, that heat boiling over as her other hand slid up to his hair to grab, to steer his head so she could kiss him again. "I'll keep that in mind if I need you to put a little oomph in your step."

His voice in that low, distracted tone wasn't helping that tingling sensation fluttering through her. She licked at his lips, kissing him and dipping her tongue in, making it something that let out a little peek of just how damn hungry for him she was. "We have a clothing problem here, Barnes. My pants are in the way."

"Your fault for wearing pants," he murmured. But he reluctantly pulled back from her, licking his bottom lip as he peered down at the aforementioned pants. They were definitely going to pose a problem. As much as he liked her hand on his cock, he didn't want to be the only one getting warm and off.

Bucky cleared his throat as he reached down to roughly unbutton her jeans. His chest heaved as his skin felt aflame; he knew that pink she loved to note so much was colouring his cheeks.

With his fingers tucked firmly into the waistband, he said, "Up."

"Up?" She paused, looking at him as he tugged at her jeans, hoping he didn't plan on ripping them. Walking out of here bare-ass wasn't exactly a professional look. But that heat was impossible to ignore, and when she looked at him and saw the flush to his cheeks, she wasn't really sure she cared much.

"You know, I could always just turn around and sit in your lap..." The spoon method. But that wouldn't let her put her hands on him, or watch him, and she kind of really wanted to do that.

He peered up at her and shook his head. He didn't want that. That felt less than intimate, and considering where they were, the level of intimacy was at a 'make it or break it' level. He didn't particularly want this to be a moment where she wasn't looking at him.

"Or you could just take your boots and pants off," he said while curving the corner of his lip upward.

But he twisted, scrunching up his face as he peered over his shoulder. He pulled his left hand away from her and carefully elbowed the back of his seat hard. It groaned beneath the sharp jolt. "Maybe we just break this instead," he muttered as he elbowed it harder, the seat groaning and something inside of it breaking.

She saw what he was trying to do, moving to brace one hand on the side of the car, the other joining him in adding strength and pressure into breaking the stupid seat. Why did it need to be upright anyway? Clearly, it didn't. That groan of bending metal filled the air and they both fell in the aftermath of the seat slamming back into the backseat area.

Jess was grinning down at him, right hand moving down to tug at her boots. "Everything off, huh? That's a pretty big ask for a fuck in a truck. What if my toes get cold?" While saying this, she was still working on getting both boots off, then wriggling a bit to work her jeans and underwear down over her hips.

"Then you can rub them against my legs as payback," he said a little breathlessly. He shifted beneath her, trying to get comfortable on the now horizontal and broken seat. This truck had definitely seen better days.

With her hips now bared, Bucky palmed her hipbones, doing his best to try and help her even though he knew he wasn't going to be much help. He sat up and readjusted his legs, his feet hitting under the glove box. While she was busy with her underwear and jeans, he thought it was a good time to bow forward and mouth and lick at her abdomen.

The move caught her off guard, and she looked down at him with raised brows. "Since when did you become a cat?" She kicked off the rest of her pants, then moved to lay out over him, soaking in what heat she could as one knee drifted off the side of the seat into nothingness, and the other was wedged between him and the door. Not the best position, all things considered, but with what she had under her? Worth it.

Her hand moved back down between them, finding his cock and giving it another testing squeeze. Her ass was cold, her back was cold, but the air between them was heating up as she leaned in and stole a kiss.

Bucky moaned low in his throat and smiled against her mouth. He slid his left hand up her back as he tangled his other hand in her hair. This was definitely better than giving her a jacket while he froze his ass off, even though he knew that the truck would be ten times better if it was actually properly heated.

He wrapped his Vibranium arm around her to pull her closer to him, uncaring if it meant that her hand had to let go of his cock. As good as it felt to be touched and touched in that way, he also liked her pressed up against him—and her back felt a little cold, even to his metal fingers. No point in enjoying himself if she was still cold.

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