Hiya, guys! So this is a smut-fic that is based off of an awesome Captain America series by the writer Ec1aire (seriously, if you're into that stuff (you know, like BUCKY!) you should absolutely go check out her stuff, it's all fabulous). Her fics are completely T-rated, but she and I have created a semi-partnership and so I'm in charge of writing all the smexy stuff.

This can be read as a standalone, I guess, but it'll make a lot more sense if you read the main series first.

This scene is set in the middle of chapter 25 of the third book in the series, Upon the Edge of Glory, and I've included a few lines of her work just to put you in the right place.

If I didn't make it clear before, have this: WARNING: LEMON

"I'm never going to leave you again," Daphne murmured. "Not once." She sighed, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. "I love you, James."

James shifted so he could plant another kiss on her lips, relishing in the way her grasp on him tightened ever so slightly. "I love you, Daphne. Now. Always." Daphne suddenly gave him a mischievous grin, before taking his hand and starting to drag him along the beach. James laughed, following after her. "Where are we going?"

Her grin became a smirk. "I may or may not have been informed that there is a cabin on the top of that hill over there." He followed the point of her finger, and saw the vague outline of a building through the darkness. "And we may or may not have said cabin completely to ourselves for the next three days."

Without another word, James ducked down and swiped her feet out from underneath her, carrying her in his arms. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We best make the most of it then, huh, doll?"

Daphne smiled coyly at him. "You took the words right out of my mouth, sweetheart."

The two of them didn't even make it inside the cabin before their carnal desire for one another consumed them entirely. As soon as it was close enough, James slammed Daphne's body against one of the wooden outer walls, his tongue and lips dancing over the exposed skin of her neck.

Shaky fingers darted across the tight muscles of his back, moving from grasping tightly to barely even touching him with every other twitch of his tongue. It was enough to drive him completely wild. His hands moved up to frame Daphne's neck, before both his flesh hand and his metal hand gripped the neckline of her shirt and tore it open with one quick tug.

He couldn't help but pause to stare at the lacy material of her brassiere, which seemed to have no purpose beyond taunting his eyes. Certainly, it seemed to provide only minimal support.

"What's this?" he mused allowed, his thumbs moving up to stroke the material, that primal part of him humming with pride when her nipples began to pebble in response to his feather-light touch.

Daphne chuckled breathlessly. "A little present from the modern era," she replied with a grin. "It was Natasha's idea from before the dance."

James hummed, cupping her soft breasts in his hands, loving how comfortably they settled there. Like they were made for him. "You'll have to remind me to thank her," he muttered, before he ducked down and picked her up, shoving her back against the cabin wall as his lips started pressing hot kisses to the tops of her breasts. Daphne's legs wrapped themselves around his hips, causing her pelvis to nudge against the ever growing proof of his arousal. His breath caught in his throat.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to tear away her clothes and take her with all the power in his bones against this wall. But this was their first time together, and undoubtedly her first time ever. She'd waited eight decades for this, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste by making it quick and bruising. No, he wanted to draw it out so she could experience as much pleasure as possible.

With her legs still encompassing his waist, James moved towards the door, finding it mercifully unlocked. He was almost oblivious to the eager animal that raced past his legs once the door was opened. He kicked it shut behind him and headed down the hall towards the far room, which he guessed (correctly so) was the bedroom. Once again his foot closed the door, and James gave Daphne's shoulder a quick, affectionate peck before dropping her on the bed.

She took off the scraps of her shirt immediately, leaving her top half only in her underwear. She crawled towards him, his eyes watching as she stopped directly in front of him, never breaking eye contact. Both were perfectly aware of exactly what her face had lined up with.

Several tense seconds passed before Daphne's eyes shifted, and then her hands were working open the buckle of his belt. James' hands flew down to stop her, and her eyes shifted back up to his. Her expression was questioning.

"This night should be for you, Daphne," he murmured, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Daphne sent him a crooked grin. "Then surely you should allow me to do whatever I want. Trust me when I say I want to do this. Please?"

He was powerless against her pleading, so he did nothing when she popped open his jeans and pushed them down his legs, leaving him only in his boxer briefs once he'd kicked away the trousers.

She hummed, seemingly pleased. "Looks like quite the monster you're hiding in there, sweetheart," she murmured, her hand gently cupping him through the thin material of his underwear. James' jaw clenched as he tried to stop himself from reacting verbally. God, had it really been so long? What happened to all his self-control?

Daphne's eyes met his again as she slid her hand under the elastic of his underwear, only to flicker back down when she slowly drew his throbbing member from its fabric cage, his briefs joining his jeans on the floor. The release of pressure against it was almost enough to make James groan. His whole body jerked slightly when Daphne's finger began to tentatively run up and down his length, the occasional scratch of her nail sending shivers down his spine.

His hands quickly formed fists as he tried to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward the moment her hand firmly wrapped itself around the base of his shaft and her tongue flicked out to catch his tip. With a wicked smile that would no doubt haunt him for the rest of his life, Daphne leaned forward and laid a long, slow lick onto the underside of his length.

For several seconds his body froze, the sensation of her tongue sending him into shock.

Then he was able to move again, and his fingers were suddenly twisting themselves into her hair, causing her to mewl when he gave a sharp tug, pulling her head back from his base. Her wide eyes met his, that beautiful grey-green shimmering with life, before she leaned forward again and wrapped her lips securely around him.

Unbidden, that groan he'd been trying to hold back ripped itself from his throat. The feeling of her mouth - the warmth, the smooth roughness of her tongue - suddenly consumed him. It was all he could think about, even as he watched her head bob up and down the length of his shaft, the occasional bout of suction causing his toes to curl.

It caught him by complete surprise when her hands suddenly slid up the backs of his thighs and around his rear, before squeezing sharply. His body instinctively jerked forward, and he slipped ever further into the wet, hot cavern of her mouth.

He wasn't going to last long at this rate.

With that in mind, James pushed Daphne's head away, instantly missing the sensation of her tongue on him but knowing this was necessary if his plans were to remain intact. He slowly crawled over her, causing her to scoot back along the bed until her head lay on the fluffy white pillows.

"My turn," he mumbled against the hot skin of her neck, which was flushed pink with her obvious arousal. He allowed himself to be filled with pride when Daphne shuddered, her breath catching.

James sat back on his knees, his legs framing her torso. From this angle he could clearly see every dip and curve of her body, and he could see the beautiful shape of her muscles. His hands came to rest just under the curve of her breasts, feeling the movement of her ribs when she breathed, relishing in the gentle brush of the lace only barely covering her from his eyes.

He leaned down slowly, his hands slipping behind her back. Despite it being of modern design, it was all too easy for him to figure out how to undo the clasp of her brassiere. His eyes met hers, the blue clashing with grey-green, before he tugged her underwear off and he got his first proper look at her breasts.

They were pert and round, neither big nor small, and her nipples had hardened completely, creating goosebumps on her skin. He wanted nothing more than to duck his head and devour them. So that's exactly what he did.

The moment his lips latched onto one of those hardened nipples, Daphne gasped and arched her chest up, pressing that silky skin against the sharp stubble on his chin. His cold, metal hand came up to tweak the other breast, and a hot flush appeared across her chest. Every flick of his tongue was accompanied by a pinch of his fingers. Every cup of her breast was matched by him sucking the other nipple hard. Within seconds Daphne was squirming underneath him, her incessant wriggling causing a simultaneously delicious and torturous friction against his straining member.

While he worked, Daphne's hands came to the hem of his shirt, before she drew it up his torso. He pulled back only enough to hastily discard the garment before his mouth descended on her other breast, and his flesh hand took over.

"James..."

Hearing his name spoken so breathlessly had him pausing for a few seconds, because Gods did it drive him mad. His hands drifted further down her body, easily undoing her belt and throwing it to the side, before he began working her trousers down her legs. Her hips lifted off the bed to allow them to go around her ass, and he took the opportunity to also remove her lace underwear, which once more left little to the imagination.

His lips left a burning trail from her breast, down her torso, to the edge of her pelvis. She was wriggling almost violently by this point, and James had to hold her down before he could even start.

The first stroke of his tongue was tentative, his hesitant mind trying to recall what his body already remembered. A sharp intake of breath from the woman underneath him at such a light touch had him losing all restraint and delving deep into her folds. He groaned slightly when her fingers tugged at his hair, the vibrations causing Daphne to moan again, her body quaking. Her legs came to rest on his shoulders, every would-be lift of her hips driving her heels into his back while his hands kept her planted firmly on the mattress.

"James... James, please..." She groaned again, her chest arching off the bed slightly. "Oh Gods..." His ability to steal away her speech had him smirking against her, shifting from deep and probing licks to light, feathery brushes that somehow seemed to drive her more insane.

When her body started to shudder, hinting at an impending climax, James shifted his head to capture her bud between his teeth. He began sucking gently on it, his tongue brushing the sensitive end.

Daphne's end exploded from her, the woman letting out a long, low groan as her fingers fisted even tighter into his hair. James rested his forehead on her pelvis, holding her waist to stop her from squirming underneath him as she rode out her orgasm. He didn't dare to watch as it happened, otherwise he'd lose all semblance of control and just take her. He had to remind himself constantly that this was her first time.

Even when she stilled he remained there, clutching her tightly, suddenly overcome by the sheer magnitude of... everything. Losing her. Getting her back. This. It sent emotions soaring through him so quickly and violently that he didn't even stand a chance remaining calm. They all suddenly overwhelmed him, so much so that the desire for her changed from a carnal want to a passionate need.

It was quiet for a moment as he tried to settle the sudden ache in his chest. Daphne's hands tenderly grasped his face, tugging him up so he was level with her. Her face showed worry, though the pleasure she'd just experienced still lingered in her eyes.

"James, are you okay?"

He replied by kissing her. It wasn't forceful or hot or even romantic. But it directed all his pain and relief and love her way anyway. "I love you," her murmured, before kissing her again, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her as close as he could. He didn't outwardly react when the tip of his still erect shaft brushed against the sobbing heat of her core, but the sensation made it very difficult for him to focus on anything else. "I love you, sweetheart. Daphne. My Daphne."

"Of course," she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder as she cradled him. "Of course I'm yours. I'll always be yours. I love you, James." She let out a shaky breath. "Gods, I love you so much."

James' breath hitched. Somehow hearing it now, like this, made it all the more powerful.

From what he remembered, he'd always preferred to take the dominant role. But that was with women who didn't mean this much to him. So, with her still clutched to him, he rolled them over, so she was lying above him and his head was nestled in the pillow. Maybe she wouldn't know the significance of this move, but he would. He was giving himself to her, in every way he knew how.

But Daphne, being Daphne, knew exactly what he was doing. Her entire being softened and she gazed down at him with such affection that he couldn't help but pick up one of her hands and press a tender kiss to the inside of her wrist.

His whole body jerked when she shifted against him, his tip slipping half an inch into her heat. There was a dark smirk on her face when he glanced at her again, and suddenly that raging, lustful fire was rekindled in his stomach. His hands slid along her thighs and up her stomach, before cupping her breasts again. Daphne blinked a few times, her chest pushing forward into his palms, her hips shifting at the same time to allow more of him to slip into her.

Daphne leaned forward, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, before she decisively started pushing her hips closer to his. The movement was slow, helping her adjust to his impressive size, but she never once showed any hint of pain or discomfort.

When at last he was fully sheathed inside of her, he felt close to suffocating. Despite how well lubricated she was, she was still incredibly tight, and the anticipation of her movement adding to the already heavenly sensation almost had him coming there and then.

It took tremendous self-control to keep him from exploding when she finally started lifting her hips, too. Even that small amount of friction was delectable. It took over every thought in his head beside how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted to tie her to the bed post and do whatever he pleased to her body. But he would wait before doing that. As he'd said earlier, this night was for her.

But that said nothing about all times to come.

His eyes were glued to her as Daphne sped up slightly as she sank back down onto him, before she settled into a moderately fast rhythm. The sight of his length disappearing inside of her over and over, the bounce of her breasts, the expression of pleasure on her face to rival even his own... It consumed him entirely.

James sat up suddenly, mouth claiming the sensitive bud on her breast as she continued to bob up and down, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

James groaned when she shifted her legs, her feet hooked over his legs and gently prodding his balls each time she sunk down on him. He buried his head between her breasts, feeling his body begin to shudder as his climax appeared on the near horizon.

He knew he wouldn't last long enough for Daphne to reach her own end like this, so he squeezed his arm between their closely packed bodies and flicked his finger against her clit.

Daphne let out something akin to a throaty scream, throwing her head back as her pace became disjointed. Her body shook violently even as she continued to move, her fingers digging even further into his shoulders. The additional pain had James' control snapping, and he tightly pinched her clit as that pressure in his groin released.

James moaned loudly even as Daphne also climaxed, screaming into his shoulder. They continued to rock against one another, riding out their orgasms. The feeling of their mixed fluids on his sensitive length provided such a powerful sense of security that James never wanted to move from this position. Daphne seemed in no great hurry to move either, limply draping herself over him. Their breaths mingled as they tried to recover their breaths.

At length Daphne lifted her head from his shoulder, weakly cupping his face and pressing a lazy, tired kiss against the side of his mouth. "I don't know why we didn't do that before now," she murmured, using her weight to push him back onto the bed. He felt himself slip out of her as he did so, but he was so comfortable with her lying like a rag doll on top of him that he couldn't bring himself to care.

James smiled crookedly at her. "Some terrible excuse about the right timing, I suspect."

Daphne hummed. "Do you remember a few nights before the dance, when you teased me about having a shower together?"

"Yes."

"Were you being serious?"

James pondered this. "Yes," he said at length. "I certainly wouldn't have objected if you'd decided to join me."

"Damn," Daphne muttered. "That was an opportunity I definitely shouldn't have missed."

James chuckled. "I'm glad we agree. But it was worth the wait, right?"

Daphne huffed. "Damn right it was worth the wait. I just wish the wait wasn't necessary."

James planted a kiss on the crown of her head. "We've got all the time in the world now, doll."

Daphne lifted her head so her chin was resting on his chest, before grinning widely. "Is that an invitation for round two, sweetheart?"

Laughing, he mock-scoldingly slapped her ass, relishing in the mild squeak of both surprise and indignation that pulled itself from her lips. "You're an eager thing, aren't you?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow when she frowned at him. "I'm not sure you deserve it after such forwardness."

Her grin returned full force, but this time it was devilish. "Oh, I'm sure I can convince you otherwise."

And she did. Oh boy, did she ever.