Notes:

Hey look, I got my chapter out a whole day early, just in time for my anniversary with my dear husband.

As promised, the conclusion to the scene in the barn... no real cliffhanger this time.

Title inspired by The Way You Like It By Edema.

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Everything Has Changed

Chapter 21: The Way You Like It

Bucky snaked his hand between his lovers, flicking the button of Darcy's jeans open and then doing the same to Steve's. "You've been trying to keep a secret from me," he hummed against the join of her neck. "You didn't really think you could hide something like that from me, did you?" He rocked his hips against her ass, feeling her shutter at the new sensation it caused.

"I just didn't want to tell you," Darcy melted back into Bucky's arms as he continued to rock against her, rubbing her into Steve as he did, making her head hazy with arousal. "Not until I knew if I wanted it."

"Darce, you done this before?" Bucky slid the zipper of Darcy's jeans down, and nuzzled against her shoulder.

She hummed as Steve set her back down on her feet and dragged her jeans and panties down her legs, lifting each foot out and tossing the clothes away. "Like twice in college," she leaned back into Bucky as he ran his hands over her stomach slowly dragging her shirt up. "It wasn't my favorite, but I wanna try."

"I promise, doll," Bucky dropped her shirt into the dark. "This won't be anything like what you did in college." His fingers walked back around her hips as he knelt behind her, his metal hand moving back to find the small acrylic plug she'd worked into herself earlier. "Stevie, you gotta feel this."

"I'm busy, Buck," Steve's breath ghosted over Darcy's lower lips, forcing a shiver through her as Bucky pushed at the toy. Steve's tongue snaked out and flicked at Darcy's folds, nearly causing her knees to buckle. Bucky grabbed his friend's hand, holding their girl's hips with the other. He used his control over his friends arm to guide him to gently probe around the toy Darcy had kept hidden. "Oh, Darcy girl," Steve sighed, leaning his forehead against her stomach, his fingers exploring the space where the toy entered her body. "Can we?"

"Yeah, Steve," she braced her hands on his shoulders as Bucky slowly worked the plug out of her. "I want you both."

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," Bucky kissed and licked at the side of her neck, replacing the plug with two fingers, slowly pushing the carefully lubed fingers into her body, working her open. "Stevie, you make our girl come," he growled as he slowly scissord his fingers inside her, causing her to buck her hips toward Steve's waiting mouth. "God you feel so good between us."

"You say such sweet things to me," she sighed, letting Bucky take her weight as Steve lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and licked along her slit, sucking her clit into his mouth. "Oh Steve," she could feel their excitement ratchet up until it became white noise beyond the pleasure they were pulling from her.

"Just remember to relax," Bucky gently fucked three fingers into her ass, thumbing his free hand over one nipple that pebbled under his touch. "You let me know if I'm hurting you. You remember your words?"

"Promise," Darcy keened, rocking her hips against Steve's face as he pushed two fingers inside and crooked them forward.
"Give me a color, baby girl," Bucky asked, pinching hard on her erect nipple.

"Green," she whined. "So green."

"You getting close?" he asked, giving the other breast the same treatment. Darcy just nodded, her fingers locked tight in Steve's hair as he sucked at her clit, flicking it rapidly with the flat of his tongue. "I can't hear you little girl," Bucky ground out, using his Soldier voice, the voice he used with they played rough.

The sound of her lover's rough growling words sent her over the edge, clenching down on the boys fingers. "Steve," she used the leg over his shoulder to hold him against her, her knuckles white where they clutched his hair.

"Good girl," Bucky's finger's stilled inside her. "Stevie, lay down for us," he said gently, his metal fingers petting at Darcy's skin, sending shockwaves though every nerve. Steve lay down on an old blanket Bucky'd found and held out his arms to their girl.

"Come here, sweetheart," Darcy reached for Steve's hand and stepped away from Bucky, his fingers slipping from her body, leaving her feeling unbalanced and empty. Steve guided her down over his hips, rubbing the weeping head of his cock along her slit.

"So good," she set her forehead against her lovers, their eyes locked together in the nearly pitch black barn. Steve slowly pushed himself inside, holding her hips firmly. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Steve captured her lips, licking at the seam of her mouth as he coaxed her to lay flat against his chest.
Bucky ran his hand down her spine, following it with his lips. "You sure you're ready for this, Darcy?"

"Please," she whispered into Steve's lips. "I want you both inside me, Bucky."

"Give me a color, baby girl," Steve asked, watching Bucky run his hands along their girl's back.

"Green," Darcy nipped at his mouth. Bucky nodded to him and Steve moved his hands over her hips, gently pulling her cheeks apart. The blunt head of Bucky's cock rubbed against her ass, and she tensed minutely.

"Relax baby," Bucky growled, kissing her shoulder. "We won't do anything you don't want."

"I want," she arched her back so his cock rubbed against her and shifted Steve inside her. Bucky pushed forward, putting just enough pressure to move past the ring of muscles just inside her body.

"Still green?" Bucky asked his voice tight as he held himself still, just an inch into her body.

"So green, Buck," Darcy sighed, letting herself melt into Steve, encouraging Bucky to keep going. He inched his way in, rocking slowly into her body until both he and Steve were fully seated inside of her. "So full," she keened, rocking gently between them.

"Let us take care of you, sweetheart," Bucky slowly pulled out, rocking gently back in as Steve retreated. "How does that feel?"

"So good," she arched into Steve, taking him back in as Bucky slid out. "Don't stop."

"Not a chance, doll," Steve pushed her up between them, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Buck I'm going to come," Darcy clamped down. "It's too much."

"Just hold on sweet girl," Bucky picked up his pace. "We're not far behind."

"So much," she pushed Steve away from her chest and captured his lips with hers. Her muscles fluttered as the boys moved in tandem. Steve went stiff under her, his back bowed into her as he pulsed between her legs, his hands clamped down on her hips.

"I love you, Darce," he kissed her arms and shoulders as he came down, watching Bucky continue to fuck her over him. "You're so beautiful between us," he snaked a hand between their bodies, unperturbed by her trying to bat his hand away. He pushed two fingers against her clit, pulling a keening sob from her lips as he ripped an orgasm from her. Bucky bit down on her shoulder as he followed her over the edge.

"Love you both," Darcy sagged between the two men, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You okay?" Bucky pulled back gently from her, kissing the rapidly darkening bruise on her shoulder.

"So green, Soldier," she sighed nearly drunkenly, lying boneless over Steve, who ran his hands slowly up and down her arms. "Laura gives the best presents." Bucky threw his head back and laughed, warm honey rubbing like sinful fur through her body.

"Yes she does," Steve pulled Bucky down to them, licking greedily at the other man's lips.

"Feeling anything from the Spider?" Bucky asked, stealing their girl from Steve's arms to roll her between them.

"I'm all full of warm honey and caramel," she kissed his chest, letting their body heat envelope her and pull her into sleep.

"Honey?" she heard Steve ask.

"I'll let her explain later," Bucky told him.

Darcy could feel Natasha waking as she stepped out of the shower, the warm satisfied golden feeling her lovers had been projecting over her, retreated behind the jagged and broken void of the Black Widow's emotions. Everyone else's emotions had scent and taste, Natasha's were like a world without color, broken glass and fun house mirrors, reflecting but not projecting. Darcy rubbed her body dry and threw on clean clothes.

She crept down the hall and leaned against the door jamb of the guest room, not wanting to actually cross the threshold into the Widow's layer.

"It's time," Natasha didn't look up at the girl standing in the doorway.

"Time for what?" Darcy set her shoulder to the door jam and let it hold her weight as she watched the woman propped up in the guest bed, the bed that should be Clint's, that he'd given up to his ungrateful lover.

"Clint's getting older," Natasha said, like it was a bad thing, like if he just tried her could prevent the slow march of time that he was subjected to. "I never will. It's time for me to let go, I lingered too long already."

"Is that what you think you're doing?" Darcy scoffed, crossing her harms under her breasts, the jagged hatred the Widow projected at her slowly ripping into her mind, making the muscles of her jaw jump as she forced her lips to move. "You're letting him go," she shook her head. "You're a coward. You had a fight, you were wrong and stupid, and now you're slinking away, too frightened to face your mistakes."

"He'll be happier without me," the assassin told the girl, her gaze firmly fixed on the corner of the ceiling. "I've never really loved him, I'm not capable of it, and quite frankly I'm tired of indulging him."

"You're right, he will be happier," Darcy let gravity pull her to the floor, her back supported by the door post. "I'll make sure of it," she shifted her weight, finding a more comfortable way to sit. "You really are a bitch."

"Well," the Widow sighed, her pain slowly creeping back up. "You're a slut," she countered, her hard edged voice lacking its usual ire. "But now you can fuck the man without worrying about little old Widow."

"Natasha," Darcy's eyes rolled, jealousy raced through her from the Black Widow, whether it was because of Clint or Bucky, she didn't know, and couldn't bring herself to care. "If I'd wanted to sleep with Clint, I can assure you, upsetting you would never have even crossed my mind." She pushed herself back to her feet and let the door shut quietly as she walked down the hall. She could see her friend's shadow falling just over to top of the stairs; gentle rain fell icily through her mind, washing against the broken glass.

"I'm sorry," Clint pushed himself up from where he was sitting on the steps. "She shouldn't have said that to you."

"Just rolls off my back, Hawk," she shrugged. "I really don't care what she calls me, not only do I know it's not true, but I've been called worse by people whose opinions I valued much more than hers."

Clint pulled her into his arms, still standing on the stairs, so they were nearly the same height. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek and laid his head against her temple. "So, you think I should let her down gently, or does this warrant a scene?"

"You gonna cry and throw things when you break up with the spider, Hawk boy?" Darcy teased her arms tight around her friend's waist. She could feel the fizzle of electricity of indecision on his emotions.

"Don't think it's worth it as this point, baby girl," he sighed. "She already threw us away."

"I've got ice cream and whiskey down stairs," she whispered. "What say you finish up with Nat and we go out and drink by the pond?"

"Your boys coming too?" he pulled back, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

"Naw," Darcy bumped her hip against the Hawk's. "It's just you and me, Archer."

"It's a date," Clint smiled tightly at the girl who had taken up a big stop in his heart; a place he hadn't even realized was empty.

Darcy gave him a last hug and watched him walk down the hall towards the Black Widow's room. The door shut behind him with an ominous click, and Darcy fled down the stairs to gather her supplies to get the Hawk well and truly drunk. She rubbed her hands together. She had so many plans.

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