James ran his hand up her back slowly as she once more sobbed into his neck. He knew why she was crying, the drug was once more beginning to fire in her system but that didn't mean he wasn't interested in her. Far from it, the moment he had pulled her into his arms, he had reacted to her. He rolled his eyes at himself, knowing she would find out soon enough and once more, they'd be in one another's arms writhing around. He found that he minded less and less about that.

When she did look up, he saw the light of the drug flash in her eyes; he bent his head to kiss her, their lips meeting in what started off as an oddly tender kiss. Her lips were soft on his and he didn't push past them straight away, nor did she. For a long moment, they seemed to just savour each other, pressing their mouths together. He found they were a good fit for one another and that he wanted to do this often, very often if he could get away with it. His heart began to thud in his chest and the moment he parted his lips, she was there. Her taste exploded into his mouth; she was everything then. His hand pushed into her hair and he held the nape of her neck as they explored one another's mouth. Her breath tickled his cheek as she twisted her head around and the angle of the kiss changed, as did the tone. No longer exploratory in nature, they became something else, something far more consuming, more passionate than they had been before, "James," she whispered, breaking a kiss for a moment and leaning back.

"Yes?" he asked.

"What are we doing?"

"Kissing…" he replied. She swatted his shoulder lightly.

"Not what I meant!" she replied.

"Well, what do you mean?" He searched her green eyes for some clarity, found none.

"We don't kiss like this," she said.

"Is that a complaint?" he said, pecking her lips once more.

"No, far from it, I like it but…"

He silenced her by kissing her again, unable to get enough of those soft lips of hers. He knew his stubble must be rough against her delicate cheek however it did not stop him. Her hand brushed against his cheek before she once more broke the kiss.

"Why the change?" she asked. It seemed as though she was not going let this go and so he leaned back.

"If we're going to be like this for a while, longer than a few days as we first thought, we may as well enjoy it," he said with a small shrug. There was a small smile on her face when he said that and he almost flinched when her small hand brushed against the inside of his thigh.

"Are you telling me you want me for your own sake rather than because I cannot help it?" she said. Her voice was little more than a sultry purr and she her hand crept up his thigh, discovering his erection in moments. His lips parted as her fingers pressed the distortion in his pants with a light caress. His gasp just encouraged her and she ran her fingers over his clothed length.

"Nat…" he whined.

"Yes James?"

He had no answer for her; she found his mouth as her deft little fingers worked at the buttons of his jeans. The kiss was a touch distracting but her hand even more so. She'd shoved it into his open fly and pulled his now very hard prick out into the air. She broke the kiss then and caught his eye before kissing down his neck. Before he could really think, her mouth had descended over his cock and he was floating in a sea of warmth. Her wet mouth became the sole focus of his universe and he leaned back on the bed with a soft sigh. The gentle pressure of her hand around the base of his dick, along with the sweeping of her tongue was like nothing he had ever felt before. Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched her move. Occasionally, her eyes would flash up to him, making him sigh, "God that feels good!"

Her little hand caressed his balls and he sighed again, his head rolling back, As he tried to get comfortable Natasha's hands moved to his hips. One travelled up to tease his chest, eventually finding his left nipple. Her nail traced its shape, while her other hand managed to find a home around his shaft. She opened her mouth and used her tongue to prod his right testicle into her mouth. Once it was settled against her teeth, she stroked it slowly, making sure to roll it several times and suck it back toward her throat. She heard him groan and whisper, "Nat." She smiled and released the wet orb, noted the different colour of a freshly sucked ball and one that hadn't been teased. Soon however the other sphere was being given its own tongue bath and was equal to its twin in hue.

James lay on the bed, feeling his cock jerk in Natasha's soft hand. He pushed up into her slow, teasing stroke and muttered a low groan of approval when her fingers moved to the spongy head and she began to knead it like a lump of dough. His hand moved to cover the one that lay on his chest. He bent forward just enough to lift her hand from his body and bring it to his lips. He kissed each finger, sucking softly on the index one, before gliding it down his torso to lie against his stomach. "Nat, please," he muttered, "I don't know if I can take it. You're going awfully slow."

"You like it slow, don't you?" she asked as she licked her way up one vein and down another. Something clicked in the back of his mind then, but he was too distracted to even think about it right then. In time she lifted his cock and wrapped a long lazy stroke around the base of his prick before sliding the wet muscle to the top of his shaft. "You want me to go faster?" she asked, before drawing just the head of his dick into her mouth.

"Fuck yes," he told her and then sighed when her lips rolled over the head and then another inch further down. She slipped up, then down. Over and over she maneuvered his cock into the welcoming blanket of heat. Her fingers massaged his balls and her other hand circled the base of his dick. Her goal was to work him back far enough that he would feel her throat. She angled her mouth, sucked hard and felt several drops of pre cum spill onto her tongue. Moaning in pleasure, she swallowed them and increased her strokes for more.

"NATASHA!" Bucky shouted a bit louder than he realized. He felt her chuckle around his cock and then was rewarded with what he had been praying for. She increased both the rhythm and pressure. He felt as if her fingers were everywhere, moving from his balls to his shaft.

She felt the surge of his blood pumping through his veins. She sucked harder, working her muscles to draw the fluids from his balls up through his cock and then splash at the back of her throat. She growled low, the hum vibrating around her husband's shaft. He jerked again, another shot of come sailed into her mouth and she drank it up with a drawn out, "Mmm."

For a long moment, he laid there looking at the ceiling, unable to think about anything. He was aware of her scooting into his arms and curling into his side, her hand idly running over his chest. "I need a moment," he managed to whisper, his mind swirling around what had just happened. Something she had said to him during that came back to him and he frowned. He looked down at a very smug Natasha and he brushed some hair back from her face.

"What is it?" she asked.

"We've done this before," he said.