Bucky feels Ana shift, her hand twitching on his stomach. She whimpers quietly, so he gently strokes his fingers through her hair to soothe her, hold her a little tighter to his side. She only settles for a few moments, then suddenly Ana jerks awake, popping up from his chest.
"Bucky!" She calls out frantically.
Bucky sits up quickly, grabbing her shoulders. "Shhh, Ana, I'm here, I'm fine."
Ana shakes her head, like she isn't quite awake from her nightmare yet. Bucky moves his hands to her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers. Her hand comes up to cover his metal one, pressing his touch harder to her face. She places her right hand over his heart on his bare chest, inhaling deeply.
"I'm right here, sweetheart." He promises her. He breathes deeply, slowly, until Ana's own matches his.
Finally, she nods, her eyes clear from the haze of her dream. Her fingers brush over his cheekbone, his forehead, the side of his jaw. She's checking for those cuts and bruises left behind by that horrible memory wiper. Bucky takes her fingers and kisses each one. She smiles at him, then turns away.
"I can stay here right?" She asks, voice small and timid.
"Yes. I'm not sure I can even let you leave now." He tells her honestly.
Ana turns to smile at him. "Good."
"You alright?"
"Yeah." She squeezes his hand. "All good. Wasn't as horrible as last time. I'm okay."
"I'm glad." Bucky says, smiling. She turns her head again to look out the window.
Bucky dips his head down to softly kiss the top of her spine, slowly trailing his lips along her shoulder. Now that he has gotten a taste of her skin, the sounds of her moans, the feel of her body bare against his, he just can't get enough. He will never be able to get enough of her. There's a warm feeling spreading throughout his body, settles deep in his chest that makes his heart beat rapidly, as if he's flying.
He probably knows what that feeling is, has had that feeling towards Ana for a while now, but he's almost too afraid to admit to himself. Instead, he focuses on making her feel comforted, safe. Focuses on staying with her, by her side, promising that he is alright. That her nightmare was just that.
Ana turns her head once again, her beautiful brown eyes staring straight into his eyes. The nine little golden dots glimmer in the dim light. There's so many emotions there, not all of which Bucky can place, but he sees relief, adoration, warmth, all softly wrapped up in her eyes. She's looking at him like that, has been looking at him like that, and Bucky doesn't completely understand why, but he's going to take it.
He leans forward, closing the two inches between them, softly pressing his lips to her pink ones. He keeps it simple, delicate, just to convey that he isn't going to disappear into her dream. Ana twists a little, placing her hand back on his chest, half of her palm resting where metal meets skin.
"Real." Ana murmurs against his mouth.
Bucky pulls back to connect their foreheads together. He feels the slight strain in his eyes as he stares at her. He nods once, left hand coming up to cup her jaw.
"Yes." He promises.
He seals it with another kiss, slowly dropping is hand from her face to her shoulder, continuing down to trail his fingers down her arm. Ana opens her mouth against his, and he follows, their lips moving together in harmony with one another. He lets his hand trace down her side, fingers brushing against the side of her breast. It causes her to shiver, and Bucky leans forward until Ana lays back against the pillows, never breaking their kiss.
Swiping his tongue along Ana's bottom lip, she opens her mouth, and he explores every inch of her as he can. Detailing the roof of her mouth, her teeth, pressing against her hot tongue. Ana releases a quiet moan as Bucky moves his hand over her breast, knuckles grazing her hardening nipple. Intrigued, Bucky carefully, very gently pinches her nipple between his metal fingers. Ana's reaction is to arch against him, whimpering into his mouth.
"Fuck." She hisses, breaking their kiss. "Always so sensitive."
Bucky raises his right eyebrow, suddenly very interested. He kisses her jaw, trailing his lips down her neck, licking at the throbbing vein there. He moves down further, gently grazing his teeth over her collarbone, and down to the perfect, and rather blessed swell of her breasts. He presses a kiss to each one, hearing her breath hitch.
He brings his hand up to softly cup her right breast, keeping his mouth of the left. He tentatively flicks his tongue over the little nub, feeling Ana tense slightly under him. He does it again while rolling her other nipple in his fingers. Then, just going with what feels right, Bucky gently grazes his teeth over her skin. Ana gasps softly, hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
"Yeah, uh..that...feels..." She breaks off into a moan.
He smirks against her skin, sucking and biting when he can, switching between each one. Vaguely, he thinks it might leave a little mark, and Bucky abruptly has the urge to litter her skin with his love bites. He wants to explore other matters, however, since Ana's hips and legs keep shifting; seems like a turn on.
"Keep still, darling." He commands softly, after releasing her skin from a harsher bite. "I know what you really want. I'll get there."
Ana scoffs, because she wouldn't be the woman Bucky has fallen hard for if she didn't.
"So cock-sure, aren't you." She teases.
Bucky was trying to press little kisses along her ribs when he looks up at her. "You were cock full earlier."
Her mouth drops, then she's laughing, brushing her fingers through his hair. "I'm so proud you made that joke."
He pushes himself up, pressing his lips against hers once more. It's a rather sloppy kiss, as they're both laughing.
"Learned from the best." He chuckles, pulling back and repositioning himself, hands trailing down her sides.
"Get back to work, Sergeant."
He rolls his eyes. "So bossy." He kisses her stomach. "Don't think I haven't noticed you making eyes at this arm. I seem to remember you being partial to metal between your legs."
As he says it, Bucky squeezes her hips with his left hand. When he doesn't get a response, he looks up to see Ana biting her lip, eyes darkened with lust. He keeps eye contact with her, slowly moving his hand down her inner thigh, keeping his right one at her side. There's the smallest twitch of her eyebrows, and her bottom lip is turning white with how hard she's biting it.
Bucky presses his metal palm between her legs, and Ana whimpers. When he slowly, ever so slowly shifts his hand, her mouth drops open in a quiet gasp as he suddenly feels a difference in heat on her skin. He rubs his palm over her clit, slipping his fingers between her lips, the pressure feeling softer.
Ana drops her head back, her face suddenly out of Bucky's sight. He lowers himself, pressing his mouth to the curve of her hip, wishing he could just spend hours worshiping her hips. He keeps the slow grinding of his wrist, hearing little whimpers and gasps falling from her mouth.
"Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?" Bucky finds himself asking against her skin.
He is honestly curious, but he also remembers how much talking can help make sex hotter, better...dirty. Ana did say he has a mouth on him, and as embarrassing as he might feel at times, all he can think about is making her feel good.
Ana's hand finds his right one, gripping his wrist. "God, yes. Please." She moans, picking her head back up. "Please, Bucky."
He doesn't know if it's the sultry begging in her voice, or the fire in her eyes, but Bucky doesn't refuse her. He dips one finger lower, finding the wettest, slickest part of her, and slowly slips his middle finger into her pussy. Ana's hips jerk, her grip tightening on his hand, and her free hand is twisting in the sheets. She seems to be super slick, so he adds another finger, slowly pumping them in and out.
"Holy motherfucker." Ana breathes out, head dropping once more. "Bucky..."
"Annie." He responds, biting at the crease of her thigh. He adds a third finger.
"Fucking hell. Please, Buck...faster."
He can do that. He begins thrusting his fingers faster, in and out, while he slips lower, resting between her thighs. He finally gets a good look of what's in front of him, and his heart flies to his throat. Ana is hairless, and dark pink and glistening, practically dripping down his fingers.
Ana is the most beautiful, gorgeous, alluring person he has ever seen in his life. When Bucky curls his fingers up, she releases the most beautiful sound. He wants to keep these images, these little noises she's making and burn them into his memory forever.
"Fuck, yes." She moans, "just like that."
Bucky does it over and over, his mouth nearly watering as he watches her hole flutter around his fingers. He finally gives in the to urge to taste her, wondering if she tastes as sweet as her mouth. He carefully takes his right hand away from Ana's, sliding it down her body.
Bucky places a gentle kiss right above her pelvic bone, then uses his free hand to spread her open just a little more. For a split second, Bucky is nervous as fuck, because what if he doesn't know how to do this right. What if he fucks it all up, in the bad way, and ruins everything. He barely remembers how to even please a woman anymore.
"Bucky." Ana's trembling voice pulls his eyes up to her. "As much as I would love this, you don't have to."
He halts his fingers for a moment. Then leans over to kiss her hip, and the very beginning of the scar that's there. "Just want to make you feel good, Annie."
"You are, babe, fuck. Making me feel incredible." Ana props herself up on her elbows, a light flush coloring her cheeks. "But please don't do something if you don't feel comfortable, alright?"
He smiles shyly up at her. "Just nervous."
"C'mere." Ana whispers, curling her index finger.
Bucky goes, keeping his fingers still inside her, her eyes fluttering as he shifts. She pulls him down into a soft, sensual kiss. She places her hands on either side of his neck, his pulse racing under his fingertips.
"I'm happy with whatever you want to give me." She tells him after they pull away.
Bucky picks up thrusting his fingers again. Ana's mouth drops open and he bites at her lip briefly. "I want to give you this."
She nods, their lips brushing over each others. Little gaps of air and broken whimpers fall beautiful from her lips, and Bucky wants to hear more. Wants to know if she gets loud or stays quiet in a whimpering mess. He is going to find out, and suddenly, his nerves steel themselves. He kisses her forehead.
"I've got you, baby doll." He promises, can't help speaking to her as if they're thrown back to his original decade.
"Fuck." Ana whimpers as Bucky moves back down. "You make a pet name I hate so fucking hot."
"Suits you." He tells her.
She moans a little louder when Bucky curls his fingers again. He kisses her inner thighs, switching between the quivering muscles. If he could spend all day marking up her strong thighs as well, he would. He would mark every single inch of her, not to own her -although there is a rather strong possessive side of Bucky that wants that- but just to remind her of how beautiful she is.
Finally, Bucky comes back to the sight that took his breath away before. He presses his lips to her clit, spreading her legs a little wider with his arm. He feels Ana jolt as he tentatively flicks his tongue against the little nub. She moans loudly, her hands gripping the bed sheets. He sucks it between his lips, hearing Ana whimper above him, tonguing over her clit with firm strokes. He looks up at her.
Ana's head is tilted back, exposing the beautiful line of her throat, her endowed, perfect breasts heaving, and there's sweat beginning to form around her temples. Her mouth is slightly open, like she doesn't even realize it, letting out the hottest moans and whimpers. He decides to just go with it, and pulls her closer to his face with his free arm by her waist, trying to ignore how hard he is between his legs.
"Bucky..." He hears her moan his name, her hand moving from the sheet into his hair, and gripping lightly. "Oh my god."
He runs his tongue slowly up and down the length of her several times, before pointing it, spreading his fingers and thrusting his tongue into her soaked hole. Bucky can't help but moan himself, vaguely wondering if Ana can feel the vibrations against her core. The way she gasps, and lurches up, both hands clutching at his hair tells him she can definitely feel it. He revels in the taste of her; a sharp sweetness captivating his senses. It makes him plunge his tongue in deeper, seemingly can't get enough of her taste.
"Buck...how...Bucky." She mutters breathlessly.
Her hips keep moving down slightly, as if she's trying to get closer. As if she is trying...trying to ride his face like she did his cock. Which is so incredibly hard at the moment, it's almost painful. He just focuses on Ana instead. Bucky moves one of her legs over his shoulder, bent at the knee like she's caging him in with her foot resting on his back.
He fucks into her with his tongue in a steady rhythm, until Ana is letting out a string of noises, a mix between loud and quiet. Bucky uses his thumb to rub circles around her clit and her moans are making him subtly grind his hips against the bed, just to have some form of relief on his cock. He is so hard he's not sure who'll actually come first.
With the way Ana is withering so much, Bucky has to wrap an arm over her naval to hold her in place. It makes her fingers grip is hair tighter, and when Bucky looks back up again, Ana is staring back. Her eyes are dark with lust, but her lips shake, and she drops her head back again.
Bucky licks her out a few more times, driving his tongue as deep as it can go, gathering as much of her wetness as he can. He slowly pulls back, swallowing what he gathered, letting his own groan of pleasure slip out. Bucky replaces his tongue with three metal fingers once more, spreading them open, then dives back down licking around his fingers
"Holy fuck!" Ana gasps loudly, sounding close to tears, voice breaking. "Bucky..I'm so...mmm...gonna come."
He nods against her, switching his mouth back to her clit, sucking with his lips once more, curling his fingers. He seems to have found a sensitive spot, when Ana suddenly leans up on her elbows, gasping. Her hands are briefly trying to push him away, like the sensations Bucky is giving her with his touch is too much. He speeds up his fingers, rubbing relentlessly against that spot, tongues firmly over her clit two more times and that seems to do it.
Ana arches her back, whimpering with his name on her lips. Her hands fall from his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin of his right one. She is withering so much, Bucky has to tighten his hold again, moving his mouth back to where his fingers are, replacing them with his tongue, swallowing every wave of her come. He coaxes her through her orgasm, her thighs trembling, until her hips stop moving and Ana collapses down on the bed.
Bucky slowly pulls away, licking the captivating taste of her off his lips, and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. When Bucky sits up, his heart stutters. Ana looks like something ethereal, something out of a fairy tale, too perfect to be laying in front of him. She looks like something out of a dream.
Her chest is heaving, her mouth open and panting, sweat glistening on every part of her skin. Her hair is beautifully mused up, baby strands curling and sticking to her temples. Her eyes are closed, apparently blissed out from the orgasm Bucky just gave her. She's not a dream though, she's very real, and in front of him and her eyes are open now, hooded and fucked out and she beckons him closer with the curl of her finger. Bucky obliges.
He crawls over her, immediately capturing her lips with his. Ana wastes no time in swiping her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself on his own tongue. A jolt of electricity hits Bucky, zinging up his spine and curling in his stomach. Ana has taken hold of his cock, rock hard and so wet at the tip. She swipes her thumb over his slit, and using the pre-cum to jerk her hand up and down, makes for a smoother glide.
Bucky pants into her mouth, moans against her lips and gently thrusts his cock into her fist. Her motions are quick, pumping down and twisting her wrist at the tip of his cock, her knuckles brushing against his abs. When Ana moves her thumb underneath the tip of his cock and press down lightly, Bucky comes with a muffled shout, swallowed by Ana's lips.
Breathing hard against her lips, their kiss a little sloppy, but still perfect, Bucky lets her coax wave after wave of his come. Shooting up her stomach until there's nothing left. He collapses next to her, at least having a sense of mind not to crush her with his weight.
"Fuck, Annie. Pretty sure you are going to be the death of me."
"Me? You just tongue fucked me into oblivion."
They both end up laughing.
It's just two hours later, late into the night, and Bucky is slowly fucking into Ana once more. Their fingers are laced together above her head, with their lips are locked, and their bodies fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. Heat is racing throughout his entire body, wondering how he hasn't burnt her skin yet. He can almost feel how fast her heart is beating against his own chest, and his isn't any better
Bucky thrusts his hips forward slow, but hard, keeping the pace sensual, slow, no sense in rushing this round. Ana nips at his bottom lip a few times, before Bucky pulls away and ducks his head down, biting at her collarbone. He feels her wrap her legs around his hips, pressing him deeper inside her. His bare cock feeling every inch of her; both too caught up in each other to grab another condom.
Every fiber of his being is on fire. Every moan, whimper, gasps of air Ana releases vibrates straight to his heart. Bucky muffles his own moans, grunts and groans into her skin, licking at the saltiness, working on a mark there because he gave in. He needs to give her a reminder of this night, but he also needs people to know they're together now, and if anyone tries to lay one little finger on her, he will knock them out.
Ana is too perfect for him, too perfect for this world. Positive and hopeful, smart and cunning, funny and dorky, and Bucky will be damned if anything happens to her. She may be way too good for someone like himself, someone who has a bloodstained pass he can't get rid of. However, Ana is also the best thing to have ever happened to him and he is not idiotic enough to lose that. To lose her.
"Ana," Bucky murmurs, picking his head up to kiss her again. "You feel amazing."
Ana whimpers against his lips. "You too." She whispers, eyes fluttered against his cheekbones. "You sure it's been nearly eight decades?"
He chuckles, pressing his forehead to hers. "Good?"
"Amazing. Perfect. Considering your age."
"I'm going to make you come just to shut you up, Annie." He threatens, as if it's an actual threat. It's probably just her intention all along. He snaps his hips forward, harder and faster this time.
"That's my intention, James." She quips back breathless, her hands squeezing his.
God, he knows her so well, and his real name falling from her lips makes heat curl in his stomach. He kisses her again, speeding up his thrusts, feeling each drag of his bare cock slipping in and out of her pussy. He can tell that Ana is close, her walls beginning to clench around him, pulling him back into her perfectness with each draw back.
It's so hot in the room, their bodies slick and sliding together. The air is filled with the heavy scent of sex, and despite them finally turning the light off, Bucky feels like light is emitting from Ana. In reality, he knows it's really just the moonlight streaming in and painting her body in soft pale grayish-blue streaks.
"Bucky," Ana whimpers into his mouth, her hips grinding up to meet his.
"Gonna come for me, baby girl?" He whispers, lips hovering over hers. "Make you feel so good."
All Ana does is nod, words seeming to catch in her throat. She jerks her arms down, and Bucky understands, release their fingers. Ana immediately wraps her arms around Bucky's neck and shoulders, her hand slipping into his damp hair. He places his left hand against her neck, wrapping his right arm beneath her lower back, pressing her as close as he can. He hears a hitch of breath in Ana's throat, and Bucky's metal fingers twitch against her skin.
"Fuck...I'm..." Ana whines, breaking out into a low moan.
She abruptly gasps, arching her back again, tightens her legs around his hips and throws her head back. Bucky feels her walls clench tightly around his cock, then flutter and throb as she comes. Bucky can't even coax her through it this time around, quickly fucking into her two more time before he stills and begins to come inside her, his cock twitching with long spurts.
Once they've both settle down, their breathing and heart rates back to normal, Ana slowly pushes herself up. Bucky reaches out for her as she gets up, fingers grazing down her spine and over her scar until she walks away. He lets his arm hang off the bed, already pouting because she is no longer next to him, and this is going to be a problem if he can't even be away from her for minute.
That's all it takes too, sixty seconds, before Ana comes back, a small wash cloth in her hand. She tosses it to Bucky, catching the damp cloth as he watches her stretch her arms over her head in all her naked glory. She is stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Her curves cutting through the moonlight like she's some silhouette in a painting.
"Hmm?" Ana hums, climbing back onto the bed. "What's that?"
Bucky frowns, confused. It takes a moment, but he realizes he just said words out loud. "I said you're stunning."
Ana actually hides her face in her hands. "Your sex muddled brain is making you say silly things."
He throws the wash cloth into the bathroom, making a soft noise as it lands. "It's the truth, and it's the first thing I thought of when I saw you."
Bucky wraps her fingers around her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. Ana smiles at him, soft and private, just for him. She comes forward, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. Then as she pulls back, she lifts his left hand, kissing each knuckle, then each fingertip.
"Thank you." She whispers. "I think you are as well. Stunning that is. Beautiful. Handsome."
Bucky kisses her again. Mainly because she looks so kissable, and half because he still doesn't see himself the way she does. It's a work in progress he guesses. Ana sighs against him, her muscles relaxing. He pulls back, takes his away hand to brush her hair behind her ear.
"Wait." Bucky says, suddenly remembering the lack of protection. "We didn't use a condom and -"
Ana waves her hand nonchalantly, she sighs like she's suddenly tired. "I have a form of birth control called the IUD. I'll explain it later. It's all good."
"Oh, that's good then." He comments, a little confused. He looks her over then. Ana blinks slowly, smiling. "We should probably sleep." He suggests. "You look exhausted."
She pouts, but she leans over and grabs the covers. "That's entirely your fault. You just fucked me too well."
A soft chuckle falls from his mouth, shaking his head. "I'm tired too, you know."
Looking over her shoulder, Ana winks at him. Like she's proud she can exhaust a super solider. Bucky kisses her bare shoulder before maneuvering them to the only part of the bed that isn't damn from various reasons. He'll have to change the sheets later, but right now, he just wraps his arm around her waist. They're lying on their sides, Ana's fingers tracing along his jawline and over his growing stubble.
"I think you gave me scruff burn." She murmurs, sleepiness laced in her voice. "Between my thighs. I like it."
Bucky kisses his fingers when they press over his lips. "I'm glad."
She smiles again, then slowly closes her eyes, keeping her hand against his chest. Bucky watches her doze off, and memorizes every detail of her face. The slope of her nose, the cut of her cheekbones, the curl of her eyelashes. The defined bow of her upper, thinner lip, and the puffiness of her lower fuller one. The line of her jaw, the tiny, nearly faded freckles scattered on the tip of her nose that he didn't even notice were there until tonight.
Her breathing is beginning to even out, slow, long puffs of air. Bucky can't ignore the fire in his blood, the waves in his stomach, the damn little butterflies fluttering his heartbeat. They're all feelings he has had for quite some time now, and he finally gets a chance to confess them. He doesn't really know how, whatever smoothness he thought he had back in the 30's and 40's is long gone. So, he keeps its simple.
"Ana." Bucky whispers through the silence.
It's a moment for her to respond. "Hmm?"
"I really like you."
There. It might sound lame, simple, silly, but he said it. Bucky watches Ana slowly open her eyes, staring straight into his soul. A tiny smile graces her lips.
"I really like you too, Bucky." She says, tapping her fingers against his skin.
He smiles back at her, but swallows his nerves down. "This means...um, that we're...together right? No horrible miscommunications or anything?"
"Those Rom-Coms really scare you, don't they?"
"It's frustrating." He growls, learning a laugh from Ana.
"They're movies, Buck. They aren't real."
"But you are."
Something glitters in her eyes. "Yes. This means we're together. Which also means that hussy, Alyssa, needs to keep her damn hands off you."
Now Bucky laughs. "What? What are you talking about?"
Ana rolls her eyes. "She's had a crush on you since she first met you. Well, too damn bad. You're mine now." She mutters darkly.
He raises his eyebrows, shocked at her sudden possessive mood.
"My little Winter Bunny."
Bucky can feel his expression fall. He should have known. "You're a little shit."
Ana snuggles closer, kissing his chin. "That's why you like me."
He tightens his hold around her, pressing his lips to her hair. "Among many other things, my darling."
He feels her smile against his neck. Ana falls asleep soon after, and Bucky isn't far behind. Holding the girl he'd never thought he could have, would have, in his arms.
AN: Wrap it before you tap it. (I always feel weird writing sex scenes, so I hope they're good)