Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a month since the last chapter, but thank you so much for sticking around. I hope you enjoy this one.
It wasn't until the sun had made its presence known in the murky ambience that Lara stirred awake. Her eyes took him in, soundlessly asleep, his chest rising and falling like waves caressing a shore, his limbs hugging her body against his as she lay atop him. She turned her head to look at the alarm clock beside the bed. It read 06:52. Slowly she lifted herself off of Bucky, and quietly made her way to the kitchen.
Half an hour later she returned with a breakfast tray, and wasn't surprised to find him as he was. She gently placed it on the bed before curling up next to Bucky, kissing his lips lightly till he responded, kissing her back lazily. She pushed him back to the pillows in his attempt to hold her to him, which earned her a groan from her drowsy lover. "Uh-uh, I didn't just juice six plums for nothing."
His eyes widened as he glanced eagerly at the tray of eggs on toast, pancakes, and the blood red jar of plum juice, and simply raised his head till his lips brushed against hers once again. "You had me at plums," he murmured, cheekily flashing her a grin.
It wasn't long before Lara's work was reduced to crumbs and empty glasses, yet they were so lost in conversation that neither of them noticed.
"You have any idea when they come back?" the woman inquired, arms hugging her knees to her as she sat opposite him.
"The King has another week for sure, but the others. I guess it depends on the threat."
"Or lack thereof," she mused.
"You know there's a garage with like a couple of Harley Davidsons?"
"Like the one you had?"
"Yeah," he gave her a decisive smirk. "You wanna go for a drive?"
The lights flickered till they could see the large space occupied by a ridiculous number of vehicles. Bucky led Lara amongst the fancy cars until they reached the familiar motorbikes.
"You sure the King won't mind?" she asked curiously.
"Nope, that's why we're taking Steve's. I guess it was a royal gesture or something," he replied as he eased himself onto the vehicle, his hands gripping at the handles. He was rummaging through his pockets for the keys while she sat behind him, arms wrapping around his waist till she encircled him completely. The engine rumbled under them, loud enough to make Bucky shout over the sound. "You ready?"
"Pretty much," she yelled back over his metal shoulder.
And without another moment's thought, Bucky sped them through the garage, through which he navigated the way to the exit.
Once they were out on the driveway, the engine revved under Bucky's control. Lara leaned into him as she gazed at the world around her. The trees towered above them, greener than ever as the grey mist receded, a change that Lara was thankful for. It was easier to see the paths that opened up before them, and she could hear the leaves rustle in the wind from the bike's force.
"You okay?" she shouted against his ear.
"Yeah, you?"
"I'm good, just remembering that one time we drove through town on one of these and I wound up swallowing a fly."
"Seriously?" Bucky blurted out in disbelief. "Wait, was that right after a Christmas party?"
"Close, New Year's."
He scoffed light-heartedly, "Close enough," Lara could feel his ribs shake ever so slightly from chuckling, her chest pressed tightly to his back.
The sound of the waterfalls grew louder, like thunder. She figured they were nearing one as he drove through a seemingly endless road paved through ferns. As if they shared the same mind, the bike slowed gradually until the fall came into view. Lara hopped off of the vehicle and treaded through the natural chaos of plants that separated them from what lay ahead. She cleared the way for Bucky to pass with the motorbike. Finally, her breath hitched, she was at a loss for words. Even in all the gloom and relentlessly murky weather, it was truly a sight.
Water rushed over the edges of the overhanging rocks, plunging with such force into a sizeable pool of clear liquid, all the while retaining a serenity that Lara couldn't describe. Asgardians dreamed of their own paradise in Valhalla, but for her, this little piece of Midgard was theirs. She stretched out her hand for Bucky's but found herself grabbing at air. Lara turned to find him tossing his jacket over the bike, and was about to strip off his shirt when their eyes met. "You better not throw me in," she remarked, catching the hint of mischief written on his face.
"Can't make promises I won't keep, doll," he uttered through the fabric of his top as he pulled it over himself. The last thing she wanted was to spend the ride back in drenched clothing. Without a moment's hesitation, she yanked at her shoes, then her jeans, shirt, till she was in nothing but her underwear, which coaxed a trace of surprise from Bucky, whose lips were slightly parted, his hands still on his belt, frozen on the spot. It was as if he had never seen her body before, and the way they stared at each other, it was as if one was daring the other.
Before he could make a sound or movement, she turned towards the the edge of the pool, languidly freeing herself from her last garment and dived into what resembled a sea of emerald. The clarity enveloped her as she looked around, every crevice and fissure sharpened. Just as she was about to resurface, she felt a cold and warm sensation on either side of her body, and arms snaking around her waist. She twisted herself around, still within the embrace, and knowingly let her mouth crash against Bucky's, his tongue just teasing contact at hers.
Even as they emerged from the sheen of rippling liquid, their lips were still locked onto one another, kissing hungrily, as though they craved each other more than the air that presently filled their lungs again. Lara's hands explored his chiseled physique as his fingers trailed over her sides and back to the nape of her neck. There were no material barriers, he was just as bare, vulnerable to no one but her. Without warning, his fist was lost in her hair, tugging her head gently to one side, his mouth moving to the exposed skin under her jaw. The woman moaned at the contact, yet she was just as eager to please as she reached down for him, one hand slowly stroking while the other roamed over the warmth of his chest.
"Oh, Lar," he growled lowly in her ear, "the things I wanna do to you right now." She kissed him hard at the words. Her grip on his sex tightened, her movements swifter, which earned her more groans as he throbbed in her palm.
But before she could bring him to his release, Bucky's hands clenched around her legs, twisting their bodies in the water so he was pressing her against the side of the rock pool, and though it wasn't the smoothest of surfaces, she was too lost in Bucky's touch to care. His mouth pulled away, and his grey-blue eyes bore into hers, dilated from the craze that she brought out of him. Water trickled down his forehead, and she watched a drop streak its way to his lips. In that moment, her hands reached for him, bringing him to her again as they bunched in his locks, her mouth over his, ravenous as her need grew. Already wrapped around his hips, her legs tensed in her plea, at which he responded fervently.
She moaned more audibly as he entered her, and the initial pain subsided from the pleasure he wrought within her, her body adjusting to his. His movements pulsed through her steadily, though it was enough to make her lightheaded. Murmuring his name, she ground her hips with his, her hands knotted in his hair more forcefully, clinging to him as desire took hold of her being. He bit her lip hard before deepening their kiss, one hand clutching at the rock behind her while the other stroked the bud between her thighs, coaxing obscenities from her lips which became muffled as she buried her face in his shoulder. Her end coursed through her body, her waist contracting uncontrollably as all control over her being was momentarily lost, yet she could sense Bucky's pulses lose their rhythm, followed by the sudden heat of his release, flowing in her loins.
Their ragged breathing finally slowed to a steady pace, both of them still entwined.
"And here I thought we were gonna get some sightseeing done," Lara remarked, now facing Bucky, whose face lit up with a facade of confusion.
"Aren't you looking at one?" he asked, before his smirk made its appearance. Before either of them could speak, she flicked her wrist over the water's surface, laughing at his reaction as it splashed him. Instead of returning the sentiment, he ran his fingers over her stomach, tickling her in the places he remembered would provoke her. By the time their hysterics wore off, they wound up lying on the rocks, engaged in endless conversation in the afternoon heat.