Bucky's arms wrapped around Melody, drawing her closer. Their chests pressed against each other, their hearts beating in time with one another. The rhythm was fast and pounding.

He felt her hands press against his face, sliding back into his hair and then wrapping around his neck even as Bucky lifted her into his lap, allowing them to be even closer than they had been only seconds before. Heat poured through him as they kissed, blazing, fast and impossible to ignore. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to touch her, every inch. He wanted to memorize every curve of her body, ever mark and scar on her skin and everything in between. He wanted that so much it was dizzying.

Bucky leaned back onto the couch, laying down and pulling Melody with him, her weight falling over him as they continued to kiss. Bucky let his hands slide down her sides, feeling the soft material of her shirt under his right hand. Well, it was his shirt, he realized, but he liked it a lot more on her.

"I really like you in that shirt," Bucky whispered against her lips, words short as his breath came in deep, uneven gasps.

"Do you?" Melody asked, her words equally uneven as she ran her fingers through his hair over and over again.

"Yeah," he answered, letting his head rest in the crook of her shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her neck then and whispered. "But I'd like you better without it."

Bucky felt her pulse leap underneath his mouth but said and did nothing in response. He didn't let his hands slide down under her shirt, he didn't hold her tighter or do anything else he was burning to do. He wouldn't do that, not unless she told him to.

Melody trembled against him and her voice was soft when she spoke. "You would?"

Bucky pulled away so that he could look at her face. He let his metal hand slide up her side and then curled it around her face. She leaned into his touch almost instantly and her hand curled over his.

"Of course," he said, his voice rough even to his own ears. "You're beautiful."

A smile flashed to Melody's face, not quiet pained, but not entirely happy either. For a moment Bucky thought she'd object, as she usually did and he was already prepared to interrupt her as he'd done earlier that day. Never again would he let her get away with repeating the lies she'd been taught as a child.

But that didn't happen. The words that left her mouth was not an objection, but a question. "Can you feel things, with this arm I mean?" she hand tightened on his as she spoke. "I've always wondered and I had ideas, but I've never been sure."

Suddenly, her almost careless attitude towards his false arm made sense. She'd been touching it to test what it could and couldn't feel. It had been the doctor side of her that had been curious. "I can't feel much. Pressure sometimes, if it's strong enough, but that's pretty rare. I think they built it that way on purpose, as a way to make me more like a machine."

Melody regarded him for a moment and then she reached towards him, grabbing his prosthetic hand again and drawing it to her face. "It didn't work," she told him, a small smile on her face and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed a kiss to his palm. The senors in the hand couldn't register the gesture but it didn't matter. Every other part of Bucky felt it.

His heart skipped a beat, a jolt ran down his spine like an electric current and that burning sensation in his body heightened. Blistered and licked at every part of him like he was laying on a bonfire instead of a couch. But this was a much better way to burn.

"Melody," he said, unable to say anything else just then.

She didn't say anything back, but fixed her gaze on him, eyes burning and pinning him in place. She kissed his wrist then, skin barely making a sound against the metal and then she guided his hand down, across her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach and down to the hem of the over-sized shirt. Bucky's fingers curled into the fabric instantly. "What are we doing?"

The doctor leaned in closer, her lips just brushing his ear as she whispered. "We're picking up where we left off." She let go of his hand then and her own hands gripped at her clothing and she removed the garment with something rather like haste.

She then peeled off the bra underneath and it to fell onto the floor. "I think I was about here," she said, her chest heaving as she stared at him. "And if I recall correctly," her fingers hooked underneath the hem of his t-shirt, "this was missing too." She began to slide the shirt upwards Bucky was eager to help her and so arched his back so she could continue what she was doing. Finally, she pulled the garment over his head and tossed it to the floor.

She grinned and rested a hand on his chest. "Much better." And then she leaned down, kissing him again, softly and he felt her tongue snake out and brush across his lips. Need arched through him as she left his lips, kisses trailing down his jawline and neck, then lower, onto his chest and Bucky arched in response to it.

Her lips and tongue were against his skin, exploring his body and teasing him. Her touch was like a drug, it was a high and Bucky had never felt anything so intense in his life. At least not that he was capable of recalling. Need rolled through him with each kiss against him, intense and electric. He knew what would bring him relief, what he wanted so desperately and what he hoped she wanted just as badly.

It appeared that she did, however as her kisses drifted even lower, at his waist where she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, not entirely off, but enough for what she wanted. Her mouth brushed against his hip bones and burning need radiated through Bucky from the points of contact.

"Melody," Bucky moaned again, fingers digging into her back and sliding towards her exposed breasts. He cupped each of them in his hands, her body arching into his touch in response. He sat up, pressing tighter against her and panting.

"We should move," he said, letting one arm slide away from her chest and around her torso. "Before we get any farther." Bucky realized all too well this room probably held a fair number of nightmares for Melody. "I don't want you feel...trapped."

Melody brushed a kiss across his lips. Slow, soft and filled with promise. "If I'm with you," she said. "Then I have nothing to fear."

Bucky felt his heart swell in his chest and kissed Melody again, briefly and rested his forehead against hers. "You're not on call are you?"

Melody laughed. "Not today," she reached into her pocket and grabbed her cell phone and pager. She clicked at a few of the buttons on each and then set them aside as well. Bucky wrapped his arms around her again, drawing her closer and laying back against the couch.

Bucky's world turned black as he shut his eyes and as his hands drifted lower across Melody's body to her jeans. He had a feeling this time they wouldn't be interrupted.

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