37 : A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind

(Mature content)

Sid woke slowly, stretching pleasantly into a familiar warmth at her back. She snuggled a bit into it and felt a harmonious purr of approval in her ear. She liked that very much. Smiling, she opened her eyes, familiar, happy, and somehow very aware that she was feeling so, within the confines of Steve's bedroom.

Strong arms wrapped around her and it wasn't until she went to wind her fingertips in his that the cool metal slipped against her skin and she felt surprise.

Oh?

And who is this?

She blinked and forgot the question. Lips pressed into her neck and she curled against his warmth, her fingers entwined with his, and her other hand reached itself up to get lost in long brown locks of the man behind her. Her eyes fluttered shut as the trail of a tongue tip dragged up to the bottom of her ear, alighting a fire within the long dormant depths of her core.

"Morning…" Bucky growled into her jawline, finishing the sentence with a nip from his teeth.

"Morning." Sid spoke as if the good was a given. She rolled in his arms, face to face and gazing at him in appreciation like she did every day. He pressed his lips softly to hers and it felt right, didn't it?

As if to prove its own point, the kiss deepened between them. Hands fisted in her hair, holding her mouth in place as he ravished it. Her own hands clenched at his sides, one gripping supple, strong flesh that burned against her fingertips, the other, a digit or two of skin and the rest, slick across a cool expanse of metal. She pulled him closer this way, using every ounce of her strength to press against him and feel that rush of something.

His teeth and tongue sang a chorus down her neck until, frustrated by a slip of fabric at her chest, he huffed out his distaste. He tugged the thin material down over the small curve of her breast and the heat of his mouth on her charged skin clipped a yelp from her. A hand fisted into the hair at the base of her skull, tilting her neck back and bowing her skin to the will of his lips. She sighed at the sensation, familiar, exhilarating. His tongue darted out slowly, cradling her nipple before pulling it fully between his lips.

A door opened behind them and Sid felt surprise, but then she didn't. Wrapped in the arms of the man before her shouldn't warrant any nerve. This was what she needed, this is what was right. As her skin begged for the man pressed up against her, wrapped in her limbs, she felt a pang of something missing. Like another heat was yet to be awakened.

She turned her gaze with a laborious mouth on her breast and spotted Steve as he came out of bathroom, a pair of boxers on his hips as he slid a shirt over his shoulders. Sid felt a surge of something ecstatic when a tongue flicked her nipple and she stopped Steve in his tracks with a moan behind her eyes.

"Come on guys!" Steve practically growled when he saw them, looking almost comedically enraged. "I just showered." He griped as he walked over to the bed with determined stomps.

Sid was afraid he'd tear her away from Bucky and she didn't want to go away. But she did, she couldn't be between them. She shook her head and caught sight of Steve, whipping the covers out of his way before ridding himself of his shirt with a rakish grin.

She knew he would do that.

"Move over." He growled at Bucky.

Bucky chuckled against Sid's breast and with her nipple between his teeth, he purred around it, "Don't mind him doll face, you just focus on me right now." He lapped at her breast with his tongue and sent a sizzle up Sid's spine.

"Come on," Steve demanded, as if he hadn't heard Bucky, "Scootch." He stared down at Sid and Bucky with something between furious greed and abounding love. It seemed he liked watching them together almost as much as he liked being in there with them. Sid smiled up at him while Bucky's hands trailed down the dip in her spine and he squeezed the flesh of her buttocks in his grip.

She gasped against him with a jolt and she was unsurprised to see the bulge in Steve's boxers twitch. Bucky chuckled softly around the sensitive peak of her nipple and then a strong metal arm wrapped around her and tugged. She was effortlessly pulled across the bed and it felt wonderful just to be wrapped up in his warmth. Bucky's energy was intense and furious in its ardor. It was a little bit desperate and needy, but nonetheless eager to please. It was a whirlwind inside her mind, feeling him so closely and so strongly, with their heats all interconnecting.

It just felt so good, didn't it?

She closed her eyes when she felt the heat of Steve at her back. His energy was slow and fluid, something casual yet heady as it dug in its fingertips and made itself a home in their lust. He was all about the long, firm touches and slow, sloppy kisses that turned patellas into porridge. He savored each and every second the longest he could, as if everything was committed to a long standing and treasured memory bank.

The circuit seemed suddenly complete as they all wound around each other. A sudden fervor burst between the three of them and they became a throng of gnashing lips and desperate sighs. Steve's fingers instantly tore away at her tank top and she said something she would always say in that sultry voice of hers, "You need to stop destroying all my clothes."

Steve chuckled as he nibbled on her neck, his eyes meeting Bucky's as he tossed the ruined item over his shoulder. When their eyes connected, there was a surge of heated arousal that enveloped Sid completely and she gasped at the electricity of their touch. Her hips canted against Bucky's in a wholly unescapable need for friction and she sighed when she felt Steve's hand brush over her hips to grab Bucky's. Steve tugged Bucky firmly against Sid, scooting both sets of hips back into his so he could manage to grind Sid further into Bucky's hold. Sid mewled into Steve's jaw as he leaned over her shoulder to watch Bucky work.

"Oh, I do love those sounds." Bucky purred against her skin as he traveled to her other breast.

Steve pressed his hips into her firmly and she felt his erection press between the cleft of her thighs. She groaned at the sensation, it was new and old at the same time; familiar and yet so fresh. "I don't mind replacing those little things, sweetheart." He chuckled into her shoulder while he nibbled on the skin there.

"Wasteful, the lot of you." She snickered like it was an old joke for them.

"I wouldn't say wasteful." Steve shrugged boyishly as his hand shifted from Bucky's hips and slipped between the two of them. His hand gripped Bucky's length and used its slick rigidity to tease Sid's sensitive flesh through the drenched material of her underwear. Bucky groaned against Sid's chest, thrusting into Steve's movements, while Sid rolled her hips wildly to gorge herself on the sensation. After a shuddering whine from Sid, Steve gave Bucky one last stroke before he slid his fingers into her underwear like they belonged, diving into her folds like they were the pages of a well loved book and knowing it just as intimately.

Sid shook softly, her body absolutely on fire with the need she felt for them both. It was a devastating sort of passion, one that filled her up with something even purer than love. It was a moment of unabashed trust and revelation, a bearing of souls and hidden peaces that were a treasure trove of feeling. Something she acknowledged and appreciated in the depth of her love for them was the stringent reverence of their hands on each other's bodies. There was a distinct oneness to the patterns of their fingertips and the maps their hands followed, everyone was touching and being touched as they glided together in something that seemed so utterly perfect. She felt their desire, their passion, in every lapping tongue and slicked finger; every press of their bodies against hers was an indication of their need for her, for each other. It undid her and they noticed it through the tone of her hasty whimpers.

"God, you're good at that." Bucky chuckled as he kissed his way up to her shoulder where he met Steve's mouth in fervent kiss. He carried on the conversation casually as his fingers found Sid's nipple and twisted it with precise force while he nipped at Steve's lips, "Why you up so early?"

Steve shrugged, planting a soft kiss on Bucky's lips as his fingers curled inside of Sid and she shook, desperately clawing at Bucky and groaning into his neck. She always did have a bit of a hair trigger, didn't she? "Got a meeting in a few hours. I went running." He muttered against the column of her neck.

Bucky nipped at Sid's shoulder as she rode out the intense little orgasm that was brought on by the unyielding dexterity of her Captain's hand. The Soldier pressed a soft kiss on her lips, savoring her ardent need before speaking to Steve in a teasing tone, "Well I'm glad you showered then punk. I wouldn't want us getting our little pistol here all sweaty." He muttered this softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hands trailing down to hitch up her leg over his hip.

Steve moved his hand instinctively, skimming over her thigh slowly before his hand found its place, covering her heat completely, and soothing the sensitive skin with a gentle rubbing. "I don't think she minds." Steve smiled as he leaned down and kissed at her cheek tenderly. His voice was soothing now, honest and without a hint of teasing, "How are you doing down there, doll?" Steve's fingers snaked their way up her body to her chest where Bucky pressed gentle lips against the back of his hand and his wrist as it wrapped around Sid's neck and tilted her face up to him. Steve seemed genuinely concerned.

Sid felt something strange, how instinctively right all of this felt to just be at their whim. It felt so clear, but then she blinked the wrong way and she felt her stomach bottom out. She tried to move, but they didn't let her, their bodies all wrapped up together like they'd never been apart in the first place. She focused on Steve in the haze and smiled, her mind suddenly snapped to calm resplendence as lust filled her again, "I'm great…" She rasped, satiated and like putty in his hands. Steve moved his hands slowly down her sides, his fingers long enough to graze the skin of Bucky's body pressed into hers. He slipped his hand into her underwear again, groaning at the slick warmth that welcomed him. It was exhilarating and terrifying, being wrapped up between their heats, strong and sweet and sinking their teeth in deep. She felt so…

Nervous?

No. Never nervous.

"I hope you aren't getting sleepy, sweetheart." Bucky's hand joined Steve's between her thighs and he applied a deeper pressure against Steve's soothing rubs.

Sid shook a little at the sensation, coaxing something cruel back into her belly, "No, I-I'm great."

"Good. We're nowhere near finished." Bucky growled as he leaned forward with a hand shooting up, the juices from Sid's arousal on his fingertips as he gripped Steve's jaw and pulled him in for a surprisingly sensuous kiss. Steve's fingers didn't miss a beat when they slid deep inside of her, his lust emboldened by Bucky's tongue mingling with his. Sid managed a yelp as Steve pulled his fingers from her, drenching his hand with her slickness before reaching out to grip Bucky's length and stroke it firmly into Sid. When they broke for air with Sid mewling and nipping at Steve's jaw, Bucky spoke in a low, reverent tone, "Steve, I want you, right now."

Steve nodded and the headiness slowed to something static, "I'd love that." He pressed a gentle kiss against Bucky's lips and then glanced down at Sid, pressing his lips lingering with Bucky's taste against her cheek bone. "How about you? You ready for another one?"

Sid nodded emphatically, like this was the only thing she had ever wanted. Suddenly all hands were off of her and she was very much bitter about whatever was happening. A part of her felt relieved, but then it didn't.

"Perfect." Bucky jumped off of the bed with a grin and circled it while Steve scooted a confused Sid over.

Something flew over her head and Steve reached for where it landed behind her on the sheets with a crinkle. With a delicately passionate kiss, he rolled slightly away from her and Sid was desperate for more of their contact. Bucky was behind him and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor before climbing into the bed. Sid was eyeing Bucky and appreciating just how beautiful his body was, with its smooth pale skin that glistened like marble in the moonlight, a work of art in and of itself. Her eyes trailed to Steve in disbelief, his sun kissed skin almost glowing in the pale morning light. Bucky was adjusting and joking, nudging Steve and kissing his shoulder as he tried to focus. Steve was removing his boxers and then rolling a condom down the shaft of a very beautiful and very erect uncut penis while Bucky watched on with eager eyes.

Sid figured she should remove her underwear too so she moved her hands to her lace unmentionables, but she didn't usually wear lace. She barely had time to frown before she shook her head and cleared her thoughts. She moved her hands down to her cotton underwear and slipped her thumbs beneath the fabric and tugged it off of her quaking legs. Sometimes it was embarrassing how rough her orgasms could get. Especially feeling as wound up as she did.

You are quite beautiful when you fall apart.

Steve was stroking her face. He must have been talking because she smiled at him and he kissed her with a severe ferocity that dazzled her and made her forget everything else. His hands trailed down her body and he moaned into her mouth when the touches were echoed on his own body by Bucky behind him. Steve's hand went to her hair and the other was rolling a nipple between fingertips, supplying just the tiniest jolt of painful satisfaction as she moaned into his lips. Another set of fingers rubbed gently against her core for a few minutes while she kissed Steve, inciting her ardor and causing her to almost completely lose herself in this otherworldly sensation. The hand disappeared and left her wanting, but she felt Steve gasp into her mouth, Bucky's hand, slick with Sid's arousal, gripped his shaft and pumped it slowly.

"Gotta make sure you're ready, soldier." Bucky purred into Steve's ear as he pumped.

Steve moaned against Sid's lip as he bit it, a sound so beautiful Sid would remember it. Always. Remember it.

"Shut up." Steve chuckled against her lips before he kissed her soundly. His mouth almost popped from hers before he spoke sternly over his shoulder to a grinning Bucky biting at his shoulder, "Quit with the loose jaw and just, oh…" Steve trailed off into a gasp that Bucky sorely needed to possess, groaning with delight behind him, as the tip of his penis massaged Steve's opening in a harried gentleness. Steve's moan was as fierce and Sid shivered in his grasp as he held her with a firm sense of love and possession.

"Steve…" She whimpered softly as her heat ground against Bucky's fingers wrapped around Steve length, "Please."

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, a quick moan of appreciation as Steve shuddered against her, "Oh, looks like she's eager there punk. You gonna take care of our cookie or do I gotta stop what I'm doing?"

"No." Steve almost growled as his hand shot to her knee with a very determined grip and hitched her leg over his hip. He slipped into her entrance with a long, firm stroke as Bucky's hands ghosted from between them. Sid groaned through its entirety, the intensity was furious within her, but familiar. Always familiar. This was so new and so perfect and she wanted to hold onto it always. He ground himself into her deeply, pulling from her a guttural sort of moan as his fingers gripped her backside to hold her in place. He grit his teeth with his intensity for the moment, voracious in his need to savor this feeling always.

Always.

"You can thank me later sweetheart." Bucky quipped between bites at Steve's shoulder, his hand slipped under Steve's arm and he gripped one of Sid's breasts while the other arm encircled Steve's chest and held him so beautifully closer as he slid home. The harmony of their groans was euphonic and Sid couldn't help the shudder in her thighs that canted forward, urging Steve deeper as he twitched inside of her.

Their bodies moved together with perfect practice, established long ago into an electric ease. The movements were comfortable and intense. Bucky pressed into Steve with a groan and Steve would roll that pleasure right through himself and into Sid. She was bombarded with their ebbing passion, swirling inside of her and alighting something glorious.

She shivered in the intensity of it. She was in a place of perfection as hands and bodies and love entwined and bound them in euphoria. She could open her eyes and watch Steve bite his lip in the throes of an unrivaled ecstasy, and it was eternally beautiful. She'd spot Bucky, mouth against Steve's neck, winking at her as he grinned and rolled his hips to the tune of Steve's moans. She was even the recipient of unintelligibly lusting glares when a certain sound escaped from her lips or she gasped against Steve's chest and Bucky's fingertips. They tasted and feasted on each other, something that was spiraling and unequivocally magnificent.

There was a burgeoning ferocity between them, one that ripped the moans from Sid's lungs and left her unable to do anything but whimper. She was burning with an earnest, beautiful love, like this was the first time and the last. It meant so much to her… Like she'd never experienced something like this before.

But she had to have experienced this before.

They belonged together.

A frown creased her brow, but she opened her eyes and saw Steve lean in, desperate to get his lips on hers and feel that connection surge. All of them were broiling with something brutal and stupendous and Sid could barely manage to hold on much longer.

"Cant wait to get her between us." Bucky murmured into Steve's neck, just below his ear so that Sid could hear.

Steve groaned his only response, his hips stuttering gently as he rolled a bolt of desire into Sid and she couldn't help the gasping mewl that escaped her lips. His next thrust was determined and just as nice as the ones that followed.

"Can you imagine that feeling Steve? Us fucking into her? I'll feel you, you'll feel me, she'll get us both. How perfect will that be?" He whispered into Steve's ear with a snapping of hips and Steve groaned heavily as his orgasm built to its peak. Steve's hips began pumping into Sid and back against Bucky with each, desperate thrust. His arm snaked out and slipped beneath Sid's knee to hike her leg up over his bicep. Bucky chuckled into his ear as he stared down at Sid, panting beneath them both and looking ravishing in her ardor. His right arm followed the length of Steve's and he entwined his fingers, helping Steve grip Sid firmly as they both thrust into her at a maddening speed.

Steve was on the edge and Sid was teetering there with him. Bucky spoke this time, his voice pure sin as it curled into their ears, "She's doing so good too. Makin' us proud." Bucky hummed softly with a twist of her nipple and Sid lost all semblance of control and her body clenched in its final arc. Her eyes shut with a desperate force, needing to shut out every other sensation so this overpowering, beautifully complex feeling could take center stage.

Perfection.

The peak of her orgasm rolled through her and she felt Steve shaking in her arms as his hips snapped her further over the edge. There was chorus of adoring moans and gasps and Sid felt the entire room fill with something pure and unadulterated. She closed her eyes to savor it and gasped at the feeling of Steve's length pulsing inside of her, signaling his end as his hips slowed and Bucky groaned heavily behind him.

The ferocity was gone and the way Steve throbbed inside of her was suddenly like her heart beat a jet of ice through her veins. She was unrealistically scared in the strangeness of the moment, like she had been there and not. She tried to fight off the warm haze attempting to overrun her on the next beat of her frantic heart. The cold bit her again so harshly her eyes bolted open in shock and her muddy green gaze met a leveling, ominous glare the color of Satan's sea glass.

This face was harsh and regal, relentless and unforgiving as it hovered above her where Steve and Bucky should have been. In that moment, staring into the dead eyes of this stranger, she felt a tiny inescapable horror weaving itself through the patchwork pleasure she'd gotten from them. Amused lips heaved out a cool breath against her trembling lips and then spread instantly in a slash of a cruel smile. She could not move she was so petrified.

His words were tainted with a lecherous vanity as he pressed himself closer to her, grinding his leather clad hips between her naked thighs and rendering her more immobile than her terror, "Remember this, you petulant girl." He cooed to her with disdain while he rocked into her, despite her desperate attempts to clamp her thighs shut, "Remember them and — oh…" He whispered, pleased as her body panicked through the waves of pleasure he stole from her merely seconds before. His voice was low and sickly amused, "How quaintly she dies a little death." He chuckled as he raised his hand to stroke it through her hair. He gripped it cruelly and tilted her mouth into his, his words breathing horror into her lungs, "You are magnificent, daughter of Yg —."

"NO —!" Sid screamed at him as she tried to surge upwards against his strength.

"—OH!" Sid sobbed as she bolted upright in bed with waving arms. She was panting desperately and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She started shaking as she gazed around the darkness of their room in Asgard, searching for the thing that did this to her. Because it definitely hadn't been real…

"Sid —," The voice was soft and filled with a sleepy panic as he inhaled a deep breath for a yawn. As if suddenly awake, but not quite at the point of sharpness, Steve muttered a harsh, "Whoa, are you okay?"

The silence stretched as her legs trembled with the aftershocks of her horrifying climax. She slammed her hands down onto her legs to keep them from moving as her breaths became thready and she tried to concentrate. Desire and want surged through her and her head swam in desperation and need. Visions of the dream, of Steve and Bucky, and whoever all tangled up inside of her head and her gut. She did what she could to trudge through shame in just needing to move away from him.

"Sid…" His voice was cautious.

Sid curled around herself, tugging up her legs and sobbing as a pooling heat dripped down into her underwear and all she could do was shudder because she had wanted that…

She needed it and it was gone.

A/N

I forgot the last chapter was so short...so heres...this...