Content warning: adult situations.
Bucky stood from his seat on the couch and nervously moved over to the little Christmas tree. He squatted down briefly, picking up the small, glittery gold box that was still lying beneath it. Returning to his perch beside her, he offered the gift to Harper.
"Thanks, hun," she grinned, carefully taking the box from his hand.
He chuckled and pointed out, "You don't even know what it is yet."
"I'm appreciative of everything you've given me," Harper replied earnestly, leaning in to place a peck on his cheek.
Heat bloomed on his face and his chest constricted. This woman seriously knew what to say. Bright blue eyes watched her carefully lift the sparkling lid from the box. Nestled in some white tissue paper was an international airline gift card. He couldn't help but stare disappointedly at the value printed in the upper right-hand corner.
"I'm sorry I can't get you all the way home," he muttered. "But I'm hoping this helps you meet that goal sooner."
To his horror, he heard a sniffle. Looking back up into her face, he saw her cinnamon eyes well up and begin to overflow with tears. Before he could utter any sort of comforts, her arms were around him. She held onto him tightly, and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Thank you so much, James. You're a really great guy."
Bucky turned, pressing a kiss into her hair. He returned her embrace, chest tight with emotion. "You may not believe me, but you've had a big part in that, Harper."
"I love you."
His hold on her tightened; hearing that sentiment for the second time confirmed that the first had definitely not been a fluke. "I love you, too."
Harper pulled back, dabbing beneath her eyes carefully so as to clean up the smudges of mascara there. With a chuckle, she said, "I swear, I'm really happy. Don't let the fact that I've been a hot mess all night fool you."
With a mischievous grin, Bucky replied, "Mess? Not so much. Hot? Most definitely. Where have these boots been hiding? And this dress? I mean, shit, Harper."
She laughed more fully this time and provided, "The boots were a gift from my sisters. The dress I bought a couple weeks ago in a moment of bravery. When I opened the boots from them this morning, I knew they had to go with this dress for at least the first wear."
Bucky used her close proximity to pull her closer by her hips until she was straddling his lap. He caressed the bare skin of her thighs for a moment before slipping his fingers below the bottom hem of the dress. "I thought there was nothing sexier than the combination of tights and boots, but it turns out that boots and a couple inches of skin are even better."
Her cheeks flushed prettily and she lightly pushed at his shoulder. "Oh, shut up. I might start thinking you have some kinks."
He raised a brow in challenge. "And your affinity for dirty talk is…?"
"Embarrassing?" she offered, blush deepening.
"Super sexy? Exciting?"
Harper groaned uncomfortably and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. A kiss to his collarbone belied her embarrassment. He chuckled and ghosted his fingers across her upper thighs where they still rested beneath her dress. Her lips brushed up his neck before placing a peck to his jaw.
Moving closer to his ear, she breathed, "Your hands are getting to pretty intimate territory, James."
"Are they?" he tilted his head at the suggestion.
"I'm beginning to wonder what your intentions are," she continued, lifting a dark brow.
"Intentions?" Bucky asked innocently. His flesh hand slipped back to palm her bottom.
Harper hummed her confirmation, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. "Intentions. Especially given that it's been a while, and I never reciprocated on that occasion."
"For the best, honestly, darlin'," he assured. "I've been so hot for you, that I truly wouldn't last long enough for you to get anything out of it if you reciprocated. Lemme have you a couple times before you worry too much about that."
"You sure?" she asked, visibly surprised.
"As much as I feel like I'm back to being a teenager, yeah. I'm real positive it won't take much of your attention to get me there and I wanna take care of you first."
Harper laughed lightly and sighed, "You really are something, James."
He responded with a kiss to her nose. "I'll take that as a compliment. Can this something-or-another take you to your room?"
"I'd say so," she nodded.
He hummed his anticipation, catching her lips in a brief kiss. The former soldier stood quickly, causing her legs to tighten around his hips. His hand remained on her backside, squeezing the soft flesh as his metal hand splayed across her back, pressing her tightly into him. He moved to her bedroom, just barely closing the door before her large cat could follow.
Carefully, he set her on the center of her bed, which he vaguely noted was made up neater than usual. He wondered for a moment about how much thought Harper had put into things given her outfit, the deep plum colored lipstick, and the neatened bed linens. She scooted up toward the head of the bed and he followed in a stalking crawl.
Harper reached for him, hands finding his shoulders as he moved to hover over her. His lips descended on hers, engaging in a slow, deep kiss. Her right hand moved upward, pausing to skim her thumb over his jawline affectionately before her fingers threaded through his hair. His hands slowly roamed her form, appreciating the slopes and valleys, her warmth and softness. Moving his lips to her neck, he nipped and kissed at the delicate, sensitive skin. His flesh hand moved to caress the exposed skin above her tantalizing boots, slipping beneath the bottom hem of her dress to cup her soft, curvy thigh. Gently, his metal hand pulled the other thigh upward, coaxing her leg to wrap around his hips. The movement had the fabric of her dress falling to pool at her hips, and he pulled back to allow his eyes to roam over the newly exposed skin and the barest hint of lacy black underwear.
"I'm beginning to suspect you had your own intentions for the evening, Harper," he muttered huskily. "This outfit, the carefully made bed, the lace underwear…"
"Not at all," she smirked. "Just preparedness. Is it a crime to want to be ready in case my incredibly hot boyfriend gets a bit horny?"
"Debatable, considering that some of your methods of preparedness are catalysts for that horniness."
"You shaved; that's the same thing," Harper accused.
Bucky couldn't help but laugh at being caught. With a more salacious grin, he reached into his back pocket, extracting a foil packet. "I'll admit I did engage in some preparedness as well."
Harper flushed brightly, her eyes fixed on the condom wrapper. Still sounding firm, she hummed, "So now the truth comes out."
"It does," he chuckled. "Though I have been prepared for a few weeks. You put all your preparedness energy forth tonight, it seems."
"A significant amount," she allowed. She moved her hand remaining on his shoulder upward, swiping her thumb across his lips. "The purple looks better on me, I think."
"That's not gonna stop me from wearin' it," the former soldier promised, moving back in to capture her lips in a kiss much more heated than before.
Tongues danced, teeth clashed, lips were bruised. Bucky put all his effort into ridding her of the purple lipstick, replacing the artificial color with the shade of being well abused and swollen. For her part, Harper was certainly an eager participant, though her attention was divided. Her leg around his hips pulled him closer and her hands began mapping out his chest, shoulders, and back over the fabric of his thermal.
Feeling more comfortable than he had previously with her, he pulled away from their kiss briefly to hastily toss off the unnecessary shirt. Resealing their lips, he groaned into the kiss when her fingers feathered over his bare chest. She splayed her palms over the smooth skin, thumbs skimming over his nipples. She didn't shy away from the sunburst of scars crawling across the left side of his chest, but also didn't focus on the damaged skin. He appreciated the normalcy, the sexual intimacy something he hadn't experienced in decades. Her fingers crawled over his shoulders, exploring the cords of muscle in his shoulder blades. She charted out the expanse of skin before her fingers danced lightly over his lower back, just above the waistband of his jeans.
His lips fell from hers as a low growl rumbled in his chest at her touch. He peered up at her, finding her eyes already on his. Her pupils were blown wide. Blush growing brighter, she confessed, "I seriously never would've thought someone as attractive as you could ever like someone like me. I mean, fuck, James. You know you're gorgeous, right?"
"I never thought anyone, let alone someone like you, would like me despite the scars I carry," he replied, knowing she would understand he wasn't talking purely about physical aesthetics.
Harper removed her arms, moving to sit up. He withdrew, sitting back and allowing her to kneel in front of him. Lacing her fingers with his metal ones, she asserted, "You're a good man, James."
He didn't correct her; he knew that they would never necessarily agree on that. But that was okay. She saw things in him that he couldn't, and he was so grateful for that, for her ability to love him. Gentle fingers tugged the bottom of her dress upward, and she took the hint, helping him divest her of the garment. Blue eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, curvy and soft and clad in matching black lace under garments. The tall boots added obscenely to her overall sex appeal. Her face was now glowing with a blush rapidly spreading down her chest. She avoided his gaze, beginning to tug the boots off.
Leaning in toward her ear, he breathed, "Someday, I wanna fuck you with those on."
"Oh my god, James!" she squeaked, ducking her head in embarrassment. A low chuckle resonated in his chest as he helped her tug the other boot off, dropping it to the floor. Leaning back again, he unfastened the button and pulled down the zip of his jeans, quickly tossing them atop the discarded footwear. He didn't miss the way her eyes lingered at the thick bands of muscle at his thighs.
"Or maybe you could ride my thighs in just those boots," he mused. "Would you prefer bareback or denim?"
Her visage was a beacon of scarlet embarrassment. She squeaked a mild protest, "James!"
"Sorry, doll," he grinned lasciviously. "I've been fantasizing about all the ways I wanna have you for a long time."
"How long?" she quirked a dark brow.
"Since many months before we even got together," he confessed.
With a small smile, Harper declared, "Then you shouldn't wait any longer."
He groaned his appreciation for the sentiment and leaned in, reconnecting their lips in a rough, hungry kiss. His fingers made quick work of unfastening her bra. The garment was flung off into the distance haphazardly, his hands in a rush to find the firm flesh beneath. He pinched, rolled, pulled and tapped at her nipples, squeezing the generous amount of flesh nature had gifted her.
"God, your tits are fucking perfect," he moaned against her lips, tweaking one pert peak while groping the other breast. Out of lust and instinct, he rutted against her, his stiff cock bumping her hot core through the last of their clothing. There was something so deliciously primal about touching a woman's breasts, and without any need to exercise self-control, he felt even more blood rush south. She was so soft, yet so firm, her nipples stiff in his palm. He could feel the rapid thrum of her heart in her chest.
The former soldier kissed a trail down her neck, then laved his tongue over the prominent arch of her collarbone. Finally, he indulged himself and let his lips wrap around one of the hard buds. He couldn't contain the moan that rumbled in his chest as his tongue swirled around the tip. Bucky flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over her nipple, teasing it repeatedly back and forth in a mirror of what he intended to do to her clit. Hinting at these intentions, he rubbed his middle and index finger over her slit, still covered by alluring lace. Harper's hands roamed the broad expanse of his back, nails dragging feather light over the skin. His cock twitched. He distracted himself from her fingers by licking at the other nipple.
Finally, he tilted his chin back and brought his lips to her ear. Lowly, he breathed, "Is it okay to lose the underwear?"
Harper chewed her lower lip nervously, but nodded, her pupils still wide with lust. Bucky hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. He kissed her gently, trying to pour as much love and affection into it as possible. He wanted more than anything for her to feel safe with him, to ensure that she knew how much he loved her. Lips still attached, he gently moved a knee between her thighs, coaxing them apart. One of her hands clenched, fingertips digging into his shoulder blade. Bucky pulled away, a groan parting his lips.
"Sorry!" Harper squeaked hastily.
"No," he shook his head. "Fuck that felt good."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Your nails felt good before, too."
She nodded once in understanding, avoiding his gaze all the while a small smile pulled at her lips. Hopefully, Bucky asked, "Harper, can I eat you?"
The deepest, mostly rapidly spreading blush he had ever seen bloomed on her skin. Her eyes darted from his and he knew immediately that he was pushing a boundary. Nervously, she began, "It's not that I don't want to…"
"Darlin', it's okay if you don't want me to."
With a frustrated pout, she insisted, "I'm not averse to the idea. It's just… that doesn't feel comfortable yet. It's… somehow more intimate to me than… anything else."
"I get it," he assured with a warm smile. "The intimacy is half the fun. The other half being a combination of making the receiver squirm and the taste."
"You… actually enjoy that?" she asked with trepidation.
"Fuckin' love it," he answer earnestly.
Harper seemed to consider this for a moment. With some nervousness in her voice, she offered, "I'll work on getting over my hang ups about it."
"Deal. Let me know if I can help," he offered with a suggestive smirk.
"Will do," she chuckled.
"If it's okay with you, I am gonna rub that responsive clit of yours now."
"Oh my gosh, you're filthy," Harper flushed, but she grinned nonetheless.
"And maybe finger you once you're nice and wet?"
"Be my guest," she offered. "Do you enjoy that, too?"
"God, yes," Bucky nodded hastily. "Just having my fingers in pussy makes my dick drip."
Her bright brown eyes glanced downward before one corner of her lip turned up. "Already that hard, James?"
"So fucking hard for you, doll. And I haven't even seen you yet."
He nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee before settling back on his haunches. He was met with no resistance or protest, and let his eyes fall to her center. A neat patch of dark curls and her womanhood, wet and inviting, offered a breathtaking vision. He wanted so badly to taste her, but could content himself with exploring by hand first.
"Can I have your hand?" he asked. Harper acquiesced, offering him her right hand. He brought her palm to his hardened length in time for her to feel a throb pass through it. "Proof of how sexy you are. I can't wait to fuck you, Harper."
He let go of her hand, which moved to grip his shoulder when he swiftly reconnected their lips. His free hand moved to her slit, already damp with arousal. He rubbed his fingers between her lips for lubrication before he found her clit. His attention was unwavering and focused until her thighs began to close and her hips began to squirm. With her core practically dripping, he slipped his index finger inside of her. He let out a moan at how obscenely tight she was. He could already imagine how it would feel to have her around him. Hastily, he added a second finger, absently tugging perhaps too roughly on the lip he had suckled between his teeth if the tiny squeak of discomfort was any indication. He broke the kiss and muttered an apology before continuing the movement of his fingers. He rocked them in and out several times before maneuvering them to stretch her. Teasingly, he stroked upwards in a way that he suspected would have her seeing stars. Indeed, his efforts were rewarded with a shaky breath. He pressed harder and worked his fingers more vigorously, wondering if he could get her off without touching her sensitive nub.
Blue eyes glanced down and his hand froze, entire body going rigid when he noticed the dotting of crimson on his palm.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the continued support! The reviews on the last chapter said yes to spice, so here we are. Dirty talking Bucky is back. Apologies for the late upload. I'll still upload tomorrow as usual. This chapter just required a little more editing before I felt okay posting it. Although I do remain nervous about the level of spicy citrus here, since I am not really sure I'm good at this sort of thing. Either way, thank you again for the support and feedback.