Bucky, unsurprisingly, had scars, some even and straight-evidence of a clean slice or stab-and others jagged and rough. Natasha found that she liked the jagged ones much better, enjoyed running her fingertips over them just to see how he'd react, his eyes closed as if he were unable to see her so close to him, her flesh against his after so long without any human contact, as if he were unable to accept that she might fancy him in such a way.
The raised, bumpy skin felt beneath her touch was warm, and she smiled to herself as she gazed up from one of the lines on his abdomen to stare into his blue eyes, glinting like clear ocean water beneath hot rays of sunlight. Slowly, she drew her hand up to run her pale fingers through his tangled mess of hair, glad for once that he'd cut it short, dipping her face down to capture his lips with hers as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to the side so that he was on top of her, resting on his forearms and gazing down at her with thinly-veiled lust.
Her hair, flaming strands pooled about her head and against the cotton pillowcase, felt silken as he idly ran his fingers through it, and in return Natasha lazily drew circles around a healed knife wound at his shoulder. He shivered just the slightest and shot a brief glance at the long scar slithering over her abdomen, just above her navel, and she laughed, a deep, rumbling noise that started in her throat.
Bucky smirked at the sound and flattened his palm against her stomach to run it over the scar. The unspoken similarities between them had just gone up by one, it seemed, and he felt immensely satisfied by the thought as he chuckled, ducking down low to pull her into yet another searing kiss, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth playfully, eliciting a small moan from the former soldier, who ran his metal hand down her thigh, icy fingers sliding over smooth, heated, milky skin, and she sighed into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his tapered waist to hook her ankles on his defined hip bones.
It was Bucky's turn to sigh, and he kissed her again with added fervor as she bucked her hips-once, twice, three times. He laughed against her warm mouth, and in his exploration of her legs he found another scar, smaller, but no less roughened, and he sent her the most wicked grin she'd ever seen in all of her life as he moved low to trace its odd curves with his lips, hot, moist puffs of breath felt against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gave him a soft smile as she tilted her head back.
He reached up to unclasp the fastenings of her bra in one swift motion with his metal hand, and with the other he hooked his fingers beneath the waist of her underwear to tug them down, and she laughed as he moved over her. She fisted the dark strands of his tousled hair in her palm and her eyes fluttered closed as she craned her neck so that he could trail wet kisses down its side, savoring how deliciously pale and soft her skin felt beneath his mouth.