I wake from a dull snooze in the quiet of the car after nightfall and we have pulled into a cabin, deep in the woods off the beaten path. The headlights are off as we quietly roll in and Bucky shifts in the passenger seat, palming a small gun and I feel my adrenaline spike. He glances over his shoulder at me, his face dull and blank. I gulp a little looking down at his gun, and I wish to god I had his dog tags still. Is he just being cautious? I lean forward. "What is going on?" I ask. Steve reaches out, giving me a soft command with an open hand facing down, telling me to Stay. Stay like a good girl. Steve angles his head to the left and Bucky echos to the right. Steve reaches back for his shield and I reach out to stop him. My hand is gentle on the shield but it stops him dead anyway. My concern and my confusion ripples across his skin from the touch on the shield. I feel his intentions as well. He's looking for people.
"I can help." I whisper. Steve lifts one eyebrow, interested and Bucky tilts his head slightly. I close my eyes and reach out. My power flows like water. Steve feels it pass through him. His hand coming up to touch his chest. The sedative is worn off, and I have had some time to rest. I feel in control again, at least enough to handle this. I push the power, waiting for it to hit people and ricochet back to me. I feel the ping of Steve, warm honey with his thoughts focused, and Bucky, his mind icy and cold, steeling himself for the shooting of people. I let it go farther and farther. There is nothing. I keep going. A mile. Then Two Miles. Three miles. Four. There is no one here.
I breathe out a long slow breath and pull back the stretched rubber band of my mind. I let my hand fall off the shield and breath again. "Unless." I speak at a normal volume this time. "The Hydra agents here have the emotional range of literal Chipmunks" I shrug and lean up against the side of the car. "There isn't a living human mind except for the three of us for 4 miles in any direction."
Bucky slid up, clicking the safety back on his gun, "Huh. Well. Alrightly then" He looked over at Steve, giving a shrug as the other man dropped his guard.
"Where are we anyway?" I ask.
"Should be an empty cabin we can get some rest, wait for Sam to give us the all clear" Steve responded. Unbuckling his seat belt. Bucky walks to the back and Steve tilts his head to the cabin. "The key should be by the front door." I nod and I walk ahead to open the door for them. I check under the matt and under some plants until I feel above the door jam and feel the familiar bite of a key.
I start flipping on lights as we disappear inside. The cabin is one big room, the kitchen in one corner, and both boys begin dropping the bags on the island, their voices hushed as they talk to one another idolly. We came in through the door to the kitchen on the left. There is a bathroom in the corner opposite the kitchen and a small laundry room. Past the island opens up into a big main room with a fireplace on one wall to the left next to the front door with the couch close to it. Behind the couch is a single king size bed. The walls are full of windows that are dark now, opening into the woods and the quiet night that probably, at the right time, have a lovely view. I walk into the kitchen, where Steve and Bucky are already preparing a frozen premade lasagna and Bucky is cutting up a few snacks, a apple half eat stuck in his teeth. I grab shopping bags of clothes that got mixed in with the food and walk them over to the couch instead.
I look down at the bag with Steve's shirt in it. I gulp a little and look back at the men in the kitchen. Sighing, gently I feel guilt settle into my stomach. I walked back over to the kitchen. Steve is similarly munching on a banana. That super soldier metabolism is no joke. "You should shower, first dibs on the hot water and all that."
"Okay." I nod. Bucky is cutting up stuff for them to eat while still hungrily eating an apple. "I'm sorry." I say quietly. I reach out a hand to touch him and feel my own insecurity and fear prevent me from touching him. What if he doesn't want me to touch him? I let it hover there, nervous for a moment. What if he never did? Maybe being in my head was all my lust and none of his. All my reactions to these glorious men were probably just me, and my crush on them. I feel the doubt soak me. How much of Bucky's dreams did I even see? He kept telling me to get out of his head… I loved him calling me dreamgirl, and yet I told him to stop and...oh I'm just stupid. "I overreacted. I'm-" I breathe focusing on the knife in his hand. "I overreacted. I was overwhelmed and I didn't know what was happening. That wasn't your fault." I let my hands fall to the island, awkwardly scraping the fingers across franite.
"and Steve. I… owe you an apology as well. I… shouldn't..im sorry I couldn't control what you...saw from me. I had...no right...to put that in your your head." I close my awkward hand and knock on the counter. Tension rolls through me.
"Alright. Stop." Bucky interrupts me. He flips the knife he was using to cut cheese and bread with casual skill, letting it land expertly in the cutting board tip buried in soft lumber and grabs me by the hips, hauling me up onto the island pinning his hips nestled between my legs. His flesh touches mine and I hold back with every fiber of my being so that he doesn't feel how god damn hot that was. But from his smile, I think it leaks through. The point is also kind of mote as his lips touch mine, firm and demanding and I melt into him, forgetting for just a second that this is really happening and not just a dream. I kiss him, open and hot. It is more intense than my dream and yet so familiar. I hesitate to hold onto his neck with my hands but eventually take the opportunity to stroke the stubble growing on his chin. I feel warm lust and something soft curl into me from him and it chases my doubt away.
"I-" I am cut off with the feel a soft hand in my hair. I wave of self-consciousness hits me since I still feel a little dirty but my heart spikes when I realise the hand is not Bucky's but Steve's. The blonde turns my head toward me, guiding me to lean back and he claims my mouth next. He's so hot. I feel his desire and gentle patience sing inside me but also a carnal desire that makes me want to shiver. His mouth is so soft, pliant, and gentle but firm as his tongue opens me up and fogs my brain. That is when I realize that Bucky is talking with his hot lips against my skin.
"When you were wearing the dogtags I could feel some of what you felt." His hands are so hot, tongue stopping to taste my flesh, his hand obscene as it trails up the small of my back and strokes against my warm flesh. My heart starts pounding. "Like when I touch you now, I can feel waves of ...I don't know how to describe it. I can feel how much you like this, I can feel...you wanting more" I blush as Steve breaks the kiss his bright yes meet mine. I know from their memories they didn't have any probably with sharing a woman, or sleeping with each other, but damn do I feel a little sexy with both of their attention on me. I've never done anything like this before. Bucky's fingers dance up my spine pulling my attention to his beautiful blue eyes. "In my dreams. In the alley. Even in the van. When I hit the roof I felt relief. Your relief that I was there."
Bucky's metal hand digs into my hair, bending me back a little. It isn't rough, he is just directing my gaze but it sends lightning between my legs anyway. Somewhere in my head through the connection of my skin to his, I can feel his sincerity but I also just feel distracted by the heat of his mouth and something hard pressed into my thigh. Instead, Bucky shows me his blonde best friend. "Steve couldn't feel any of that." He pulls lightly so his lips graze the skin of my neck, hot breath against me while Steve captures my lips again. "I wasn't trying to play a trick on you." Bucky adds, as the blonde kisses me senseless "I wasn't being funny."
"Steve…." I breathe his name like a prayer and it makes him smile "...Bucky…." I gasp his name as his flesh hand slides back down, giving my thigh a yank and splaying me on the kitchen island. He leans back. Metal hand letting me go. His eyes pin me still, hands now dominating me by my hips, palms spreading wide on my pants-covered thighs.
He continues. He has so many words and I have never heard him talk this much. "Before I met you in that alley I thought you were the most amazing fantasy. Or a memory of a dream girl. A goddess Steve and I had shared a night with." Oh my God. I want to squeeze my legs shut but he is still between them and he feels my thighs quake as his hands slide along them. I start to pant. The way he touches me is everything I ever dreamed of. Fucking electric and I feel completely dumbstruck with lust pouring into me and I soak it up like a sponge.
"When I touch you. It is so intense." I stroke the flesh of his arm, encouraging his touch with just my fingertips, and watch him shudder. "I wanted Steve to feel how much you light up when you think of him."
The brunette rolls his hands under me, twisting my pelvis and arching my back so I can look at Steve upside down, as has moved to lean back against the other counter. His eyes watching me and his best friend with a slow burn of avid heat.
"I didn't believe him." Steve whispers, watching his best friend and former lover run his flesh hand up my belly and ruck up my shirt. I can see from the tent in his pants this turns him on and I can't deny a clear sense of lust I feel falling off him in waves. "I just thought you wanted him" I stretch out, beckoning Steve back as Bucky leans down to kisses my belly
I pant. "I do want him." I feel Bucky growl possessively against my skin. Licking a thick stripe across the swell of my hip bone. I pant and meet Steve's eyes. "I also want you." He leans down, again hands cradling my face as he kisses me upside down. "I've had a crush on you for a while," I confess as he breaks the kiss and drags his nose down the length of my neck. My body lights on fire. I can't keep the door closed inside me anymore as my desire erupts across the connection on both their skin.
Bucky smirks against me. "That. Yes, Dreamgirl." He leans back, fingers slowly undoing my jeans buttons. "Let us feel that."
Steve breaks the kiss eyes hot as he glances down at Bucky. "Buck. You're gonna spoil your dinner."
I groan as I realize Steve is teasing Bucky about going down on me since he's worked his way down to my waistband. But I think he is also just expressing concern. This is escalating really fast and he doesn't really know quite how much I would jump at the chance to bone the two of them no questions asked. The former Winter Soldier absolutely does. The brunette groans with a deep voice, looking up at Steve as he manhandles me, pulling my pants off quickly with my underwear in one stroke. "She made me hungry. Now she has to feed me."
Those words go straight between my legs in a sharp ache. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" I whisper breathless. He blinks. Immediately stopping. I feel his doubt roll over me. He thinks Steve is right and he must be going too fast and I am pumping the brakes. "Fuck, No." I correct. "I don't mean stop! Don't stop." I have no words, Bucky waits for a moment for me to clarify his lips smirking in amusement as I flounder. "I mean: Dinner is served." My joke falls flat and I can feel Steve's eyebrow rise. "Whatever. Just…" I swallow my desperation and actually shake my hands flailing a little at him. "Just get your tongue between my legs and clean up the mess you just made." I hear Steve whoops a laugh behind me and I reach out struggling for something to hold on to as Bucky fingers slip between my thighs. And slip they do. He is slightly shocked by the fact that I am completely soaked.
"Steve, she is really wet." He spreads my legs and the air sucks out of my lungs, fingers slipping inside me easily and cooking gently. My abs muscles quake, tightening and pulling me up toward him, and forcing me to arch in the most uncomfortable but delicious chase of pressure on his questing fingers. Steves smiling face is closer to me as he steps forward to lean over his side of the island and settle into my shoulder.
"No Shit." I pant. "Yeah...whose fault is that?" I throw back. Digging my fingers into his long hair and I push his head gently. "Just shut up and Eat Me." I growl. Bucky kneels down, diving between my legs, licking a deep swipe across my wet folds. He repositions, fingers of his flesh hand slipping inside me with ease as he lets his tongue taste my slick. Steve's arms wrap around me, blond hair and rough stubble tickling my neck. I can't help but claw at him as Bucky's tongue breaks me apart.
"I like seeing you give him orders" Steve whispers, voice deep and thick turning my face to his and capturing my lips. God, he tastes so good, one hand bracing me as my hips buck while the other squeezes firm and sure on my still bra-covered breasts.
"Oh god" I whisper, against Steve's lips. I feel the desire keen up and swell in my body. Weeks of being around with Steve, dreaming of Bucky and Steve both, and now their mouths are on me and I feel the heat of lust from their skin into mine. I am not gonna last long. I arch, the ache and sour pleasure curls me up and I feel my thighs press in around Bucky's head. Bucky must feel my desperation because he yanks without warning. Shifting me with an abrupt strangled scream as my hips jut toward the edge of the counter and he spreads them wide. He holds me open easily but I can't fucking move, his tongue back on me licking and devouring me like a starving man. His tongue flicks and he sucks my clit till I am breathless and panting. One of Steve's hands loop around the back of my knee, holding me open so Bucky's flesh hand can sink back inside me, his fingers are buried deep in my wetness and my entire body shudders as he stretches them. Steve's other hand frees my breast under his shirt and squeezes the soft mound of flesh. I can't help the movement as I rock up into the brunette but he also holds me unnaturally still. My body aches and craves his touch, as his tongue does the best it can and I chant his name as my muscles start to spasm. "Fuck... I am gonna come." Steve smiles against my lips, his hand sliding down to give Bucky a hand as the brunette leans back and struggles for air.
"That is the point Dreamgirl." I feel Steve whisper and suddenly push against my clit, hard and firm and rolling. It is hard. Not too hard, but not teasing and intent on breaking me apart. Steve is absolutely unyielding and my legs shake at the intensity, my whole body shivering as Bucky rejoins the blonde's efforts with his fingers and without Steve taking my attention in my mouth I look down at hot blue eyes staring up at me. Bucky looks directly at me while his tongue shoves me over the edge of orgasm. I feel like I am cracked apart collapsing back on Steve, a rush of pleasure rolling through me and out into them. I am overwhelmed with the glow of heat and waves of pleasure that makes my legs shake and my chest heave.
I feel a little silly as I catch air. I feel selfish, the first to come and I haven't even gotten to touch them much. Steve trails a wet hand up my belly, away from my over-sensitive flesh, and wraps his tongue around the soaked digit. He moans gently, licking them clean. Bucky stands, pulling Steve into a kiss over me. I watch the two men, hard jaws, and soft tongue in a burning hot kiss as they share the taste of me. Steve chases my taste, biting at the cut of the brunette's glistening jaw. I breathe hard, and desire rushes out of me as I watch them share my taste, enjoying each other.
"She felt like lightning when she came," Bucky murmurs as if I'm not there.
Steve nods, breaking away to look down at me. "You think we would feel it more if there is more skin contact?" Steve wraps his muscular arms around me this time, scoping me off the counter and stalking with me to the bed. He threw me this time. I am reminded of Bucky tossing me out of a moving van but this is light and easy and playful as I land bouncing onto the big bed. God damn, fucking with Super Soldiers is a bigger turn-on than I could have imagined. Bucky saunters next to Steve, his flesh palm whipping his glistening face with a wide roll of his mouth and a lick of his lips which lewdly reminds me he is covered in my juices. The causal motion is so fucking hot I feel my body scream for more.
I must look absolutely wrecked by that motion because he smirks wide. "You feel how much she liked that?" Oh right. I need to remember I am letting them feel me, even across a room.
"Yeah." Steve says softly. I can feel his curiosity and his mind working. I sit up on my knees, staring at him with burning desire. Peeling off my shirt and tossing off my bra. I hear Steve groan at the loss of feeling me but also the sight of me naked. I feel desire push back against me, their desire.
Even across the room, fully dressed, I feel the desire they have for me. Hunger. Want. Suddenly my vision is full of a blonde Super Soldier wrapping himself around me. "Steve" I moan and plead at the same time and I feel him shiver. Steve is golden sunshine and heat pouring into me and I feel his big hands cover me and heat me up all at the same time. His hands squeeze my breasts again, fingers digging delicately into the soft plump flesh, his thumb rubbing my nipples gently and making me melt. I pull at his pants and his shirt struggling to get his clothes off of him.
It takes me a second to realise that Bucky is helping and that lights a flame in my gut that I thought was already on high. I watch Steve break off kissing me for a moment dropping my body to the bed so he can lift his arms and allow the brunette to remove his shirt. Bucky locks lips with him. Flesh hand holding the blonde's face in place and I watch them for a moment. God they look good. Bucky's bun has been knocked loose Steve's fingers tangled in the loose tresses as their lips lock. Bucky's hand caresses the line of Steve's jaw. Bucky is a big man but Steve dwarfs him. Bucky hikes one leg onto the bed with me, stretching himself out on display as he kisses the standing soldier deeply. At some point he removed his shirt and I enjoy the sight of his body. The brunette has a trim waist with a thick cut v and toned abs for days, his shoulders slick with sweat, so the muscle and metal both shine.
Steve is wider, his pecs deeply defined flowing into powerful shoulders and biceps that look like they can throw me across the room even though they both can. I lean up and kiss his smooth flesh. Lips traveling across the defined strength and sucking a small tight nipple into my mouth. I work at his pants popping open the fly and feeling the rush of relief as I release the pressure against his erection. I push his pants free over the swell of his round ass, watching greedily as the deep cut lines of his pelvis lead between his legs. I wrap my fingers around this thickness and pull, enjoying the wave of pleasure from him and the sudden fire of urgency in his belly he is desperately trying to control himself and I can feel his pleasure and restraint oozing from his skin.
Bucky's flesh hand joins my worship of Captain America's perfect super soldier body as he presses his fingertips firmly across the planes of cut muscle. I reach out to Bucky as well, wanting to touch and feel him through my skin.
I feel him shift, looking up to see Steve panting, eyes intensely watching my hand move across his thick length, breath coming in pants as he leans his forehead against Bucky, the other man's blue eyes also focused on me. I smirk and let myself slide off the edge of the bed. Both of them jolt with erotic heat as I drop to my knees.
I don't hesitate to take the thick length of Steve into my mouth. He's hot and hard, smooth velvet flesh gliding over a hot core that pulses against my tongue. He tastes good, salty, sweaty and his scent fills my nose. I let my hand on Bucky's tone body slide down to hook on his pants and pull him closer.I feel myself gush a little at the tang of liquid lust that hits my tongue. Steve is very large in my hand and mouth and I struggle a little to get myself at the right angle but Steve doesn't mind a bit. His strong hands are in my hair in an instant, a gentle touch strokeing my cheek delicately as his jaw falls open wide in pleasure and his body snapped, streaches taught like a bow string. He is gorgeous like this. A little overwhelmed and a lot turned on. I pull at Buckys pants, not looking but someone helps me get him free and I wrap my fingers greedily around his thick length, pumping in time with my mouth on Steve.
They both moan low and soft, watching my cheeks hallow as I suck, both hands focused on working the velvet flesh over hot centers. I glance up and feel the absolutely heat flow off them both. As my eyes meet theirs tongue twisting and fingers tightening around the proof of their arousal.
I feel Steve's hips snap just a little and I pick up speed, closing my lips to suck him down. I tease him lightly with my fingers across the swell of his thick thighs as I lean forward taking all of him that I can and letting the length of him tighten down the back of my throat as I suck and hallow my cheeks.
I feel the effect of my mouth on him burn across my skin and I shift my eyes to look up at his best friend still leaning against Steve, a dirty smile across Bucky's face as we lock eyes, I can feel the excitement burn through him as my eyes lock with his and I wrap my fingers around the base of Steve's cock, pulling him free with a pop and replacing my mouth with my hand to pant for air. "Fuck you are amazing." Steve whispers, his chest heaving with effort as he tilts my face, guiding me with the pressure of his fingers on the back of my skull to his best friend.
Bucky's gets a shot of pure giddy lust as I turn my attention to him. I pull at his open pants pushing them down his thighs let him step out of his clothes before take a long tastey lick along his cock. God he tastes good too. His thighs shake as I taste his the liquid pooled on him and smile as he moans. He reaches out, hand softly petting my hand while the other lazily stroking Steve's erection, as I explore him.
He's thick and long and tastes a little stronger, my lips streach around him and love the feel of his moan as I swallow him down. I look down at him hungrily, sucking hard and let the flat of my tongue roll across the aching head. "Fuck" he whispers, unable to stop the quick buck of his hips at that sensation and I choke a little. "Sorry" he whispers, fast and breathless as he pulls back petting my cheek in apologies.
I smirk up and relax my throat taking him deep into throat bobbing slowly as my hand holds the base of him steady. My lips suck and I close my eyes to moan in enjoyment. Bucky let's out a string of curse words enjoying my mouth as his hips move slightly again I feel Steve even groan as the sight of me swallowing Bucky as deeply as I can manage.
Bucky pulls back with a whimper one hand squeezing the base of his erection and I feel him struggling not to come right them. "God Dreamgirl that is amazing" I feel the fingers in my hair tug me up. Steve has other ideas as he steers me away again by the back of my neck to stand to claim my mouth again with his.
He pushes me back on the bed crawling over me as he finally frees himself of the length of his pants. He presses up against me pausing for a moment to line himself up with the apex of my thighs before I whisper "please" and he buries himself inside me and my skin explodes. He wraps his arms tight around me, chest pinned to mine as he kisses me and sheathes himself in my slick heat. I'm so wet that the stretch of him is a welcome easy burn, but I can't focus on the kiss. I feel him so deep inside me I can taste it. God he feels so good, the ache of sour arousal clenched with a sweet stretch and slick press against all of me. I'm so full. His hips snap hard and bottom out in me with an intense surge of lust. I feel it wrap around me, in me and explode out of me in a not very controlled way. I hear Bucky and Steve both groan under thr assault of my pleasure echoing through them.
I grab at Steves ass, body arching as I feel the echo of Steve's reverence of how good I feel and Bucky appreciation of both me and Steve. He can feel my arousal and just how much I enjoy this feeling. But he also loves the site of me, stretched out making noises.
I reach up to grab and pillow and claw at Steve's strong shoulders, I'm overwhelmed and feel myself desperate to come again. I don't know if Steve feels it but his pace is maddeningly slow. I can't come like this, it feels so so good and yet is so frustrating. Steve pulls back a little slowly as his hips stutter and he props himself up on his arms, desperate to slow down and calm down. "God damn you feel so good. You're gonna make me lose it way too soon" I whimper in desperation. Bucky's metal arm taps Steve's side.
"Flip her. Let her ride you so I can help." Bucky muses and the blonde complies with a happy grunt. I feel the world flip easily and the familiar dream settles around me as a reality, lighting my inside up immediately.
"Oh you like that" Steve smirks, holding my hips firmly and rolling me as I catch my breath "a lot." he adds.
I gulp hard, feeling so exposed when I meet his bright blue eyes whispering. "I've wanted this for so long…"
He smiles and rolls into me, I moan feeling him fill me so good as I roll back, grinding my clit against him chasing my pleasure on him. "Fuck you feel so good inside me…" I choke a little on my own moan and grind my hips on him with a whine. I need friction and I want to come again, I am so hot and bothered, and this is something I imagined so many times it has me completely on fire. Bucky distracts me, pulling me back and claiming my mouth. He kisses me hard, wrapping himself around behind me, one hot hand encasing my breasts and the hard metal wrapped around my hips, helping me impale myself on the super soldier between my legs. Steve slows my hips and I whimper against him, struggling for more speed and friction. Steve pulls my hips up and I feel him slide out with keening whine at the loss. "I'm sorry dream girl. What do you need?" Bucky whispers, his voice thick like honey.
I whimper looking down at Steve still panting hard trying not to come. "I wanna come. Please. please. Please" I feel out of my mind wanting more. Steve pulls me up a little, tilting my hips and forcing me forward onto my hands braced on his beautiful pecs. My hips jutting up as Steve's lips find mine, plundering me as Bucky's strong hands join Steve's on my hips and he pushes me forward a little, lining me back up with the thick, hard something I need. "Oh Fuck!" I scream, back bowing up at the change of angle. I pull away from Steve and fingers scrape against his skin as Bucky fucks me from behind and I brace myself on the bed around Steve. My arm grabs the headboard and Steve gives a lewd smile. The angle of Bucky is all different, his cock burned deep inside me from this angle is giving me a different stretch and hitting my g spot hard. He is so very very hard. "Bucky!" I scream, shaking as he drives into me with intensity, his hand gripping my hips and pulling me back against him, my eyes screwing shut. With the hard, brutal, consistent pace. Steve reached up one hand and using his strong hands to twist my hips slowly until Bucky was pounding my sweet spot. I begin to shake.
Steve's other hand slides down to rub my clit. "Yes. Yes, thats it good girl." Steve whispers, feeling me shake as my arms and legs both start getting overwhelmed, moving desperately between griping the super soldier under me and the bed. "Open your eyes baby girl. I want to see Bucky make you come apart."
I open my eyes and my arms tremble at Steve;s bright blue eyes locked with mine. Then he looks over my shoulder at Bucky and he smiles, oh the wonderful joyful smile, I feel him spread my hair to the side pulling my face to his so we can kiss, Breath mixing as his catches my moans and whimpers into his mouth. We can't get a good seal because of the rhythm the other man moves us both. Bucky's bends over my back kissing my spine as he uses his hand to reposition me. The metal of his arm is warm from my body heat now, and it presses into my back fingers slightly spread around my neck and palm on my shoulder blade, gentle but unyielding and incredibly hot as he repositions me just a little. My ass pushing high as Steve braces me and Bucky presses my shoulders down into Steves chest. He's straight up pounding me into his best friend now, as I hold on for dear life to the straining muscle under me. Bucky's hips piston and stutter. Steve's hand on my slick clit working me.
I come hard, my orgasm ripping through me and I feel Bucky explode like a firework, thrusting through his orgasm and filling me up, his hips slow, before he pulls out and his metal arm popped me up. Its a little fast between the orgasm and the movement I get a headrush, and gasp for air and a rush of his orgasm still running along my nerves like a feedback loop. He licks my jaw, biting softly. "Amazing Dreamgril" He whispers to me as he reaches between my over sensitive legs.
He drops me back onto Steve. The blonde super soldier still throbbing with heat slips back inside me, my body loose and slick with my liquid and Bucky's and I feel a possessive groan from both of them, all of us painting for air with the knowledge of all three of us mixed together inside me. Bucky's hands are tight and unyielding, holding me still as Steve fucks up into me. I am so tired and so sensitive. I feel Bucky catch me as I lull back onto his shoulder. He holds my weight easily, even though I feel he is also tired. His flesh hand comes around diving between my legs and working my poor tired sex back up into a frenzy.
Steve is steady and fast, plunging up into me, filling and stretching me. I don't realise I'm thrashing until Bucky's metal arm holds me hard to his chest, It feels like sour dynamite. I'm not actually sure I can come again, and yet I can not imagine wanting to stop. I realise all of a sudden that I am begging but also so sensitive I keep pushing Bucky's hand away. Whispering please over and over grinding hard and Bucky waits till I am just trembling, struggling to fall over the edge to the abyss and lets his thick voice moan into my ear. "Come for me dreamgirl."
And I do. I am vaguely aware of Steve coming, with me, but I am so sensitive, so close to my last orgasm that I can't differentiate between his pleasure and mine. I'm too whited out in my own orgasm to know for sure, but I feel like I came and it bounced back to me like sonar. I came back to myself panting for air, collapsed and cradled on Steve's chest. I smile at him, intimate and sweet and I feel his heart beat. The connection between the two of us is filled with joy and I feel his fingertips brush my cool back. "Hey. You okay?"
I laugh softly. "Yeah. you just blew my mind" I smile again kissing his muscular shoulder. I blink suddenly, looking around, realising Bucky is gone.
I send out a small ping in panic, looking for him. I relax as I feel the echo of Bucky in the bathroom and he returns to us with a warm washcloth.
He smiles and chuckles, I think he also felt my panic a little bit, and he certainly felt the rush of my power brush against him when I looked for him. "I'm not going anywhere soon Dreamgirl." He whispers, dropping a kiss on my nose, reaching down to whipe me clean. I groan softly, leaning back up against him. I'm already sore.
"Good." I whisper. Moving back down to give Steve a sweet gentle kiss. I feel them move me a little so Steve can slide away and Bucky can slip back next to me. "Where is he going?" I ask a little sadness creeping into my voice.
"I've got you dreamgirl. Steve's gonna clean up and take the food out of the oven." Bucky says gently brushing my hair with his fingers.
I groan softly. I'm not very hungry to be honest. "You super soldiers" I remark "You eat a lot"
Bucky laughs softly letting his hands explore my laguid body, my eyes heavy as I feel myself drifting to sleep "You worried about us getting fat?"
"I'd love you anyway" I say groggily and I feel him tense. The joy radiating from him a moment ago swims with doubt and sudden fear. I keep my groggy voice light and crack a wide smile. "You'd be so cute with a little pudgy tummy." I tickle him gently, as I feel humor and joy resurface pushing away his doubt. I look up into his bright blue eyes. "Thank you so much." I whisper, feeling sleep tug at me. "You two are amazing."
I hear Steve laugh quietly, dropping kisses across my shoulders. "Are you hungry?" he asks gently and I sign into the pillow, rolling to let Bucky free.
"No, I am fucked into a comma." I responded. "I'll eat later. Sleep now." I stretch naked and feel the faint roll of desire from one of them looking at my body. It's nice to be wanted but I am exhausted.
Bucky laughs, kissing my shoulder as he tucks the blanket around me and I feel the super soldiers disappear for food. Not before I feel the clink of metal dog tags in my fingers. I slip them over my head and stretch with a smile, turning over in the blanket to tangle myself up. I hear Steve's hushed voice as the two retreat talking about getting Steve's tags back from the museum. They were his afterall.
I don't know how long I was out before I wake up. It's still night and I can smell the Lasagna so it wasn't long. I sent my power out in a ping anyway, stretching and smiling when I felt both Bucky and Steve in the kitchen. Bucky is a stronger feeling, he is his calm with a slight tinge of hunger still. The brunette is clearer because his tags are back around my neck but I feel a soft echo of Steve as well, bubbling with satisfaction. I roll out of bed and wobble a little toward the sofa. I smile at the open bag still there and pull out Steve's shirt sliping it on with a smile. I can feel his joy now when I do. The soft satisfaction curls out of him and into me. I pull on a pair of underwear, smirking that the boyshorts are ones Bucky must have picked out for me. I turn the corner into the kitchen smiling gently as Bucky's eyes falls on my shorts and Steve looks at my shirt with a slow smile and what I think is a blush. I can't believe how sweet the blonde super soldier is.
I intend to wrap myself up in Steve's warmth feeling his desire to touch me call me to him. Then I feel it. I feel my power ping back at me and I stop dead in my tracks. They can feel my panic at first, and then my heart starts to race with fear. Both Steve and Bucky come to attention and I don't have time to explain. I throw my mind open to them both and send out my power full blast. I don't know what the can feel but I try and make them understand. They clearly know what paralyzes me as I feel the ping of people. Hydra. Steve steps forward to he edge of the counter and jamming his foot down on the edge of his shield sending it rocketing up into his hands and catching it. He immediatly throws it to me in one smooth motion. I catch it easily not sure how I know the angle to hold my arm so the straps slide on smoothly. But I do. Registering how light it is and feel the image from Steve sends me. He wants me down and hiding.
Bucky on the other hand asses the targets. I feel the rush of his knowledge of the tactical team attack. As the ring closes I can feel the countdown in his head, He looks over my shoulder and I feel the last ping. A man far away. He has a cool clear mind and he is thinking about me. Bucky surges in panic and I turn around quickly, holding the shield over the center of my body as the sniper rifle shot slams into the vibranium. I hold onto the shield but the power of the shot makes me stumble back just a little.
Bucky catches me with ease sending me into the corner of the kitchen and out of the line of fire of the sniper. I curl behind the shield, keeping the connection to Bucky and Steve wide open despite my fear and I feel them coil for a fight. Bucky snatches a big knife out of the butcher block and sinks his metal arm under the granite countertop of the island, with a small whirring sound as he dislodges the stone and launches in the space between the door and the wall, pining the entry shut. The Two hydra agents on the other side won't be able to breach next to me. He waits for a beat and then throws the knife through the kitchen window. He grabs another two knives, flipping them to test their weight, eyes firm. One of the men lights up in pain. I feel his hesitancy to kill melt a little at the reality of the sniper bullet on the floor.
I feel and see the hot spot in my mind go down outside. Still alive but wounded. Fuck he is a good shot. Steve spins out from the edge of the counter, two hard punches sends the first breaching Hydra agent flying out the window in a spray of glass. I feel horrible that I have his shield, but they both want me to have it and I hold tight to the leather letting go of the guilt and the distraction it might have for my super soldiers.
Bucky moves quickly as two more breach from the front door. I can see some of the fight, as Steve wipes the floor with one and gets low. Bucky breaks a man's arm and turned to the sniper shot window, letting the Hydra agent kill his own man if he didn't care. He didn't care. I feel a chill as blood spatters across Bucky's bare chest, the shot going clear through the agent. The hydra agent is dead on the floor and the brunette moves away elegantly ducking behind the end of the sofa. I struggle to control my heart rate pounding. The brunette hunches down, grabbing the Hydra agent's gun.
I feel Steve spread his calm over me, pouring into my soul and trying to help me get under control. I catch Bucky's eyes. "Come on Dreamgirl." His voice is quiet but I can hear it somehow.
Steve's voice echos his, "We need your help baby doll. Which means you gotta focus." I breathe and steel myself. I pooling the energy inside me to send out again. The sniper is closer. Bucky Fires. He meets my eyes around the shield. He didn't even fucking have to LOOK and I feel the agent sputter out.
Steve and Bucky send humor to me. "Babydoll, your looking for us." I breathe and focus. Half way there. Steve picks up a gun, and the two super soldiers disappear from my view. I tuck back and breathe feeling Steve and Bucky engage three more outside.
My energy is waning. I breathe through the sudden adrenaline rush as Steve's shield rings with the sound of gunfire. I feel myself consumed with fear. I throw my power out again, bright and hot fueled by adrenaline and there is a dull spot. Another agent right in front of me. I don't know what to do. I feel my panic zing through the super soldiers. Bucky shots into the kitchen, he doesn't have a clear shot but he distracts the agent. I feel Steve's instinct course through me. I stand and reel back my shield arm and punch forward with the edge of the shield. I give him the shot to the sternum as hard as I can and knock the wind out of him. Then drop down shield over my head as the agent tries to empty his gun at me. I don't have Steve's power and only minimal field training but I feel the super soldiers muscle memory sink into me and lend me power. I throw myself back up, running into him shield first and knock him down at least. I jump back as he kicks at me standing and tries my grapple with me. This time Steve appears barreling into his side with a flying knee launching him across the room. I relax a little, I feel like it is a fight now to keep my mind open. Steve takes the shield from me, as I focus on one more ping. Looking for the cold dull spots too. I guess some Hydra agents are hard to see if they do indeed have the emotional range of a turnup. Everything is quite. I check one more time.
Bucky cocks his gun and looks around. His mind is pure business. He swiped up a few bags and shoves in his and Steve's clothes. Steve swipes the car keys and I swallow hard looking down at the Hydra agent's dead body, heart still pounding. Steve thinks I am panicking, but I let my power soak around me, I want to know how they found us. "We've got to go." Steve reaches for me but before he touches me I snap back to reality and turn to follow him. Steve tosses me my shoes "Put them on. Broken glass." I slip them on quickly as Bucky follows up behind me. His urgency is icy cold. Steve is out the door already and Bucky gives me a kind but firm shove as I slip on my shoes.
I pick up the pace running across the thick crunch of leaves back to our stolen van. We are gonna have to boost another one. Steve has the car on and in gear, backing up quickly. Bucky throws the stuff in his hands into the open side door of the minivan and jumps in without waiting for it to stop. He reaches out with his metal arm and I hop up, letting him catch me and pull me easily into the moving vehicle as Steve speeds up. I smirk to myself feeling like I am part of the most baddass soccer mom crew in existence.
Bucky shuts the door and flops back, letting the adrenaline drain from him, his bare chest spattered with blood but otherwise unmarked. He looks me up and down. "You okay dreamgirl?" he asks. "Your broadcast is feeling a little quiet over there." I nod, reaching out to touch Steve's bare shoulder. I lean forward to kiss his warm skin, letting my relief flood into his skin. I need to feel their heartbeats flow through me and before settling back to curl into Bucky feeling completely drained. I feel a little rush of worry as he pretty much catches me as my body gives up on being upright.
"I'm okay." I close my eyes as the adrenaline starts to dwindle, "I think I overdid it a little." I whisper, closing my eyes and letting sleep take me over.