A/N: Okay so this is the full naughty version of chapter 18 in Hidden Bits of the Helicarrier. It's M for a reason!
Enjoy!
"This isn't how I envisioned our first date." Bucky's softly spoken Russian made the shadows shift but the woman did not step forward. "I have seen you – walking around the compound. Pretty little redhead." He smiled and tested the bonds that currently wrapped him to the thick iron pole in the centre of the room. He looked carefully at his surroundings; it could be any room in the Red Room compound. He had been brought here to train a new band of Widows. He was considered unbreakable when it came to training the soon-to-be deadly sleeper agents.
But what he hadn't expected was to be kidnapped by one of his students. There was only one student that could pull it off; Natalia Romanova. The quick-to-kill red head was exceeding all physical standards as far as the Room was concerned. But her hesitation in undergoing the ceremony was her only flaw. It made her weak as far as Bucky was concerned and while had not dismissed Natalia, she was not the forefront of his mind. Mental reluctance was a greater barrier than any physical incapability.
"I have dropped from top of the class." Her silky voice brushed over his skin, confirming his suspicions.
"For this act I should have you dropped to the bottom." He seethes, unwilling to show how impressed he is of the recruit. "What did you think would happen kidnapping your instructor?" He raises one eyebrow and curses the magnets she has attached to his left arm. It remained bound to the pipe useless and frustrating.
"I think I would reach top of the class." She steps from the shadow with a smile on her face. "Approach it as an instructor, not as a personal slight." She fixes him with a look and Bucky feels his mouth dry out. But, for some reason he does as she requests.
"What did you use to knock me out?"
"The Cform430 solution."
"How did you get into my rooms without me knowing?"
"Air vents disperse the 430 faster than rag application." Her arms and crossed, her body taut in case he is trapping her.
"You'd have had to wear a gas mask for that…" He hums and allows his eyes to wander across her face. "No you didn't. You sent the 430 through my room and left it for an hour. I still wouldn't wake but you would be able to cope with the effects as it weakens in around fifteen minutes."
"I then walked in listened to you snore and applied a rag afterwards." She shrugs.
"How did you move me?" He frowns, eyes narrowing. She isn't a delicate flower but she's slight. "Even with your enhancements I would still be a weight."
"Wheelchair." She nods to the abandoned chair in the corner of the room and Bucky growls.
"What was the aim of this Romanova?" He is impatient now and is aware that she had made his kidnap easy. His guard had been let down being on the Room's grounds and that was a mistake. As she had proven.
"No aim. I needed to see if I could do it. You tell me I am weak and pathetic. I needed to see if it was true."
"Doubt is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands Natalia." He bites out and she lets out a puff of laughter. There's a half smirk on her face.
"I don't doubt that statement at all." She steps forward again and cups his face in her hand. He flinches inadvertently and the smirk grows wider. "The great Winter Soldier … scared of a mere woman." She runs her thumb over his bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his.
"There's nothing mere about you." His voice is rough and Natalia's smile is lazy. She pulls herself closer to him, her lips at the shell of his ear and she is delighted to feel him shift against her.
"Yet you drop me from the top of the class." Her nails graze his through before making their way down his chest. She isn't trying to kill him … but Bucky knows that her training as a Widow is so much more than executions, and he isn't in charge of her seduction classes.
"Your ego needs to be held in check." He growls and Natalia's arrogance is evident in her eyes. "You are just a spiderling. This exercise means very little. You are outside of the classroom and you are already sloppy." He snarls and Tasha frowns, uncomprehending. "You have allowed yourself close enough for me to move the magnets from my arm." He sneers and she steps back hastily as his metal arm tears the cuffs from his wrist. "I do not like to be tied down." He dangles the torn metal from his human fingers before throwing them across the small cell room.
He promptly engages her in a fight. She is quick to be fair and she leaps against the wall so her legs wrap around his neck. His shifts his weight to centre himself against the incoming move but he gets it wrong. She uses his weight and swings him in the other direction. He is impressed despite slamming into the concrete wall. He rounds quickly on her, grabbing her throat but her kick to his bollocks is noted and he releases her enough to pull free. She grabs the wheelchair and catches his artificial arm in the spokes, pulling him into the wall next to the door before kicking apart his legs. He catches her foot with one hand and hauls her off-balance. She quickly centres herself against his body and lashes out with her nails. She feels them chip and she frowns – her beautician teacher will be mad at her. A good Widow keeps her nails in perfect condition even during hand to hand combat.
"Natalia." He grunts as she slams her head against his nose and frees herself from his grip. His head cracks against the wall and Bucky is momentarily disorientated until her slim hand wraps around his wrist and she is pinning him against the wall. She continues pushing his human arm into his back, neatly missing the frenzied attacks from his metal fingers until he snarls and thrusts himself backwards. She falls, winded as the weight of the Winter Soldier falls on her as well. He is quick to pin her to the concrete floor and in that moment he couldn't help himself.
He kisses her. Hard on the lips and is stunned when she responds to his touch. Her hands now knot into his hair, pulling him closer, an unspoken order he happily listens to. In the dank basement cell she has borrowed for her experiment, she allows the Winter Soldier to press bruising kisses to her throat. Her chipped nails score lines down his back as she tugs free his shirt. His fingers have slid beneath her own shirt, grabbing her hips to haul herself closer, she eagerly wraps her legs around his waist and hears the whine slip from her mouth as she grinds herself against him.
"Natalia." He growls, his breath eliciting shivers down her spine and whatever question he is about to ask is silenced by another breath taking kiss. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind Natalia admits she is not working within her training. She has been taught to feel nothing when sleeping with a man, but with the Soldier it feels as though there's an electric current running through her very core. Her desperation to touch him everywhere is shocking her, she can feel the greedy need bubbling to the surface as she allows his not so warm arm to wrap around her back. Her touch leaves his body only briefly to undo her trousers, tugging the material down her legs before her fingers slip to undo his fly.
It was not going to be glamourous and it was not going to be romantic. Bucky knew that. But it was going to be passionate and intense. Because in all his times on ice, he hadn't realised how much he missed the feel of a woman beneath his touch and Natalia was reacting so explosively, Bucky felt his own cravings threatening to escape his control.
Another incoherent noise escaped his lips as her hand wrapped around his length, it was slow in comparison to their frenzied kissing and a jumble of her names and pleas tumbled from his mouth until she was smirking against his lips. Realising his lapse in control, he bucked his hips against hers, chuckling darkly at the gasp pulled from her before he pinned both of her wrists in one of his above her head.
She gave him an arch glare until he slid her trousers down further and slides his fingers along her underwear. She closes her eyes and whines slightly as he continues to tease her, her body arching into his touch until he does the kind thing and rips her knickers clean from her body. He slides into her in one thrust after her noise of impatience spurred him on. Judging by the moan she gave as he settled against her, he made the right move. She scrabbled at his shoulders, urging him to move with her ankles locked around his back and he gladly complied.
It was as Bucky knew it would be. Hot raw lust governed their actions; there was no tender murmuring but shrieks and moans as they rolled around the damp floor. They would be covered in bruises, with knees and hips bearing the brunt of their actions but neither would notice until the next morning. He allowed her a moment on top, setting a pace that was slower than he would have liked. But she looked glorious atop him and he couldn't stop his hands from lifting her shirt to view her breasts bouncing as she rode him. He soon had enough of her almost torturous pace and with a snarl he flipped them.
The look in her eyes was of molten lust and as she stared down at her for a brief moment, caught in the fact he was actually fucking one of the Widowlings into the floor, she raised her head up, whispered something incredibly filthy and bit his neck to encourage him to stop thinking and start moving once more. Which he did; Natalia was soon a whimpering mess beneath his ministrations; half formulated sentences and pleas dropped from her lips as he set an almost brutal pace that practically tore an orgasm from her. She couldn't quite believe sex could be that violent but undeniably pleasurable.
Instead there was a moment when the pair finally collapsed against one another, panting heavily listening to thrumming heartbeats. They would look at one another, acknowledge what they had done and the silent agreement never to mention it was accepted between the pair. They dressed, each without underwear as Bucky pocketed her torn lace and in compensation she took his standard issue, and with rueful smiles they left the basement room, parting ways in the corridor without looking back.
Bucky would watch her in the next class that he taught and with a tenderness that would remain internal under his frozen exterior, he graduated Natalia Romanova to to the top of the class again.
