If he was honest, he'd forgotten how good sex could be. Sure, he remembered having it before, and he remembered enjoying it, but the feeling of it was something that escaped him. That is, until tonight.

His heart was still hammering from their earlier activities as he sat at the edge of the bed. Mika had stumbled to the bathroom a few minutes before, grinning at him as it took a few steps to get her legs underneath her. He took slow, even breaths, trying to sort out all the feelings swirling around his chest. He almost wanted to laugh; the past hour felt like a dream, something he never thought he'd experience again. He ran his hands through his hair - god, he was sweating. He reached for his discarded undergarments from where they sat on the floor, pulling them on. For a brief moment, his training pulled at him to run. This was the ultimate state of vulnerability. He decidedly sat back down on the bed. His metal hand gleamed in the low light of her room as he waited for her return, and he wondered for a moment if she was regretting her - their - decision.

He turned as Mika exited the bathroom, her hair a mess and a smile still on her face. She grabbed her underwear as she passed them, stepping into them to put them on. She left her bra on the floor, which he didn't mind at all. She surprised him by sitting on his lap, her arms going around his neck as she pulled him in for a deep, tender kiss. He responded readily, hoping to convey his feelings without having to speak them. The skin of her back was warm as he rested his hand against it, and of course the metal prosthetic didn't register the temperature as he rested it on her leg. She jumped a bit at that, and he pulled back immediately, afraid that he'd scared her.

"Sorry." he said, his voice low and raspy. She laughed, shaking her head.

"No, you're fine. It's just cold." she replied. She paused for a moment before taking hold of his wrist, pulling his arm and placing the metal hand against her sternum. She let out a low hum as it cooled her skin, her smile returning as her eyes closed at the feeling. Her heart beat was just strong enough to register the pressure sensors. "That's better." she murmured.

Bucky was stunned. He thought she would be terrified of his prosthetic; to him, it was the physical manifestation of everything wrong that had happened to him. It had been used to hurt, to kill. And now? Now, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was using it to cool down after sleeping with him. He slid it up her neck to her cheek, and she let out a sigh as it iced down her hot skin. He gently tugged her forward, taking initiative and giving her another soft kiss.

"Good?" he asked, the single word holding a hundred different meanings. Good with the sex? Good with how she felt now? Good with him?

"Mhmm." she said definitively, getting off of him and rolling onto the bed dramatically. She tugged at his arm until he was laying down next to her. "I'm exhausted. Let's go to sleep."

His heart thumped painfully. He was astounded by how much she trusted him, and how much he trusted himself. He hesitated for just a moment before wrapping her in his arms, determined to hold her as they drifted off to sleep.