A/N: Thanks for sticking with me and leaving some lovely reviews! (And thank you for pointing out the semi-feeling in Bucky's arm. I went back and changed that!) The moment is finally here so I won't waste time. My song choices for this chapter were "Force of Nature" by Bea Miller and "If I Lose Myself (Acoustic)" by OneRepublic.

I hope you enjoy it and happy holidays! :)

Her words broke him. He gathered her into his lap, his hands grasping her backside as she straddled him. She rose up slightly and he dragged his lips down her jaw and the column of her throat. His facial hair was abrasive, but she welcomed it, so glad to finally have him this close. She dipped her head and kissed him again. She couldn't get enough—needed to feel the heat of his mouth on hers.

Bucky turned and laid her out on the bed. He pushed up the bottom of her tank-top and pressed his lips against the bare skin of her stomach. She cradled his head in her hands and closed her eyes on a sigh. He worshiped her body with his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

"James…" she whispered, his name a plea. Her hips bucked and he appeased her by rubbing the outside of her thighs with his large hands. His fingers pressed into her soft flesh and massaged the muscles underneath. When he reached the top of her shorts, he peeled them off, grazing her legs as he went.

Madison didn't hesitate as she yanked up on the hem of his long-sleeve shirt, moved it over his head and tossed it aside. She'd seen him shirtless two weeks before, but that experience was nothing like this. This time she could actually touch him. She slowed their pace by caressing his chest and abdomen with her curious fingertips. He took a deep breath and looked down, watching her. Gently, she traced the spot where scar tissue met metal. So badly she'd wanted to touch it before. Now that she could, she took her time.

Apprehension flashed in Bucky's gaze and her hands stilled. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

"Shouldn't that be my line?" he joked, but the smile didn't meet his eyes.

She held her breath as she tried to read him, then said, "Seriously, are you okay with this?"

He was quiet for a few seconds. He glanced at her hand again where it rested against his chest and shook his head. "How can you touch me?" He held up his metal arm and looked at it in disgust. "I'm not—"

"Normal?" she interrupted. "Tell me, if I was missing an arm, would you still want me?"

He frowned at her. "Of course."

"Then don't ask me shit like that," she said with a smirk, sliding her hand up and down his sleek arm. She watched his body relax as he exhaled a shaky breath. "Can you feel that?"

He shrugged. "Not really."

"Close your eyes."

Bucky did as he was told and she began to slowly rub his opposite arm, mirroring her actions so that he could imagine the feeling in both. She saw his jaw jump, then his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Her fingers followed the contours of his arms, learning their sinewy shape.

"Can you feel it now?" she asked, urging him to dig deeper into his memory and senses.

He drew in a breath, then exhaled. Opening his eyes, he simply looked at her.

Blushing under his intense gaze, she finally whispered, "What?"

A hint of a smile pulled up at the corner of his full lips. "Nothing."

When he continued to stare at her, she asked again, giggling, "What?"

With the utmost honesty, he said, "You are so beautiful… And there are other things I'd like to feel than just your hands on me."

He skimmed his metal hand down her stomach and beneath her underwear. His smooth fingertips stroked the delicate nub at her center, drawing out an appreciative mewl. The feeling reminded her of the little pocket vibrator she carried on long trips, but before turning it on of course—Bucky didn't have the vibrating feature. That was okay, though. It still felt damn good.

He then dipped a finger into her and she gasped at the cold sensation, her hips lifting off the bed. His other hand grasped her side to steady her as he continued to probe her.

"I can feel your warmth around me," he whispered on a ragged breath.

She attempted to meet the thrusts of his hand and fought to hold back a moan—she was never sure who was listening in this place. Bucky quickly moved his other hand up her side, his warm flesh heaven against her own. He pushed up her tank-top, exposing her bare breasts to him. He looked almost pained at the sight, but didn't waste any time in settling his hot mouth over one pebbled nipple.

Madison did cry out then and hoped it wasn't as loud as it sounded to her. She strained against his hungry lips and teeth, still writhing under the relentless torture from his metal hand.

"You're perfect," he murmured against her damp skin, and attacked her once more with his mouth.

"I need you, James. I need you inside me," she begged.

"I am inside you," he responded with a smirk, his voice velvety and deep.

"No," she tried to say, her breath hitching when he nipped the tender underside of her breast. "I want you." To further demonstrate she reached down and firmly closed her hand over the bulge in his jeans.

"Jesus," he breathed, the action stopping him in his tracks.

"I prefer when you call me Maddy," she retorted with a smile.

With his darkening gaze on her, she lifted her tank-top over her head and discarded it. She liked taking the control from him, and yet just as fast he managed to wipe the smile off her face when he took her underwear in his hands and tore the fabric like it was made of tissue paper. His eyes wandered over her naked body, admiring every curve and inch of pale skin.

She hated how easily he could leave her breathless.

Even more so when he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He shifted to stand by the bed as he removed everything on his bottom half in one fell swoop.

With her heart in her throat, she was suddenly more nervous than ever before.

The man was magnificent.

He was gorgeous doing regular tasks in his regular clothes, but to see him standing over her without a speck of clothing...

He gave all these gods a run for their money.

Ignoring her gaping, Bucky moved over her once more and pushed apart her thighs, settling his strong hips between them. Her gaze never left his as he pushed into her, filling her completely. Her lips parted at the delicious sensation.

Bucky allowed her a moment to adjust, but knew he needed it just as much.

"God...Maddy," he choked out. She was so soft and hot around him. His steadfast arms, framing her face, began to tremble slightly. It would take everything he had not to lose it and finish the task in seconds.

"James?"

He realized he had shut his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.

"Are you okay?" she murmured.

He lifted his head and managed a smile. "Let's just say, it's been awhile for me..."

"That's okay. Me, too..."

He chuckled. "So the last time you did this was 1943?"

"Oh...wow. No, uh, I guess not. I just thought you...had... Nevermind. Do you...need me to do anything?"

Bucky purposely stared into Madison's worried eyes as he rolled his hips, drawing a gasp from her.

"I just need you to enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

Before she could answer, his mouth crashed down onto hers. He rolled his hips again, letting himself be absorbed into her liquid heat over and over. He couldn't get enough of it, enough of her. He tasted her lips, her tongue. He brought his non-metal hand down over her shoulder to her breast. He tweaked and kneaded, caressed and teased—all the while working her over with his relentless hips. He lifted his head to watch her face contort with pleasure—pleasure he had caused. He only had a moment to relish in it before she cried out and he silenced her with another scorching kiss.

When her spent body went limp under him, he knew he could finally give in and take what he wanted. He pounded into her, hoping to God that he wasn't hurting her in the process. He needed this. He needed this so fucking bad. More than anything in his long miserable life. He poured his seed into her and wanted to weep from that final release. Aftershocks rocked his body but he remained still, not wanting to leave this spot in her. So warm, so perfect.

Finally he lifted his head from the crook of her neck, afraid of what he'd see.

Madison smiled up at him, albeit, weakly, but it was enough to portray that she was satisfied.

"I'm sorry if—" he began.

She put a finger over his lips and replaced it with her mouth. She kissed him deeply, grasping his upper arms in the process. Bucky returned the kiss, lazy in nature but exactly what they both needed in that moment.