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The expression on her face, the dark, heady cast of her gaze, left him as little more than putty in her hands. He let her draw him into the dark, past the perimeter of the trees, beyond the reaches of human voices. All that remained was a faint hum of music.
Any decent man would have politely pulled her back into the center of their little dance floor, would have kept the night at chaste kisses stolen under the stars. Instead they moved farther and farther into the night.
He knew they shouldn't.
He knew he should be the voice of reason. That they shouldn't be doing this. Not here. But then her lips were on his. There was the excitement of battle, the adrenaline of warfare, and then there was this. Her fingers in his hair. Her lips on his skin.
It had been a long time since he had been a decent man...
They stumbled back and he put a hand out, his palm catching on bark. He pressed into her, pinning her between him and the trunk. He could not think straight when he kissed her. Every bit of reason left his body every single time. So he pulled back, drawing in a shaky breath.
He hated himself for the doubt, and begged desperately that she did not share it. "Are you sure?"
"Sure?" She asked. Her lips were full and red from the hard press of his mouth. God, what a state she was.
"About me?"
"I have never been so sure about anything in my entire existence."
His laugh was breathless and entirely void of humor. "If you really knew me...if you knew what I've done."
"I've seen your file."
Shame overcame him. So hot and sudden it almost made him dizzy. There is plenty that did not make it to the file. Things they couldn't prove. Things they don't know about.
"How about this?" She said, her lips moving against his as she spoke. "I promise I won't be afraid of your demons if you won't be afraid of mine."
He wanted to refute the statement, to claim that no one could have demons worse than his, but her fingers were in his hair now. And her teeth were doing something that made it entirely too difficult for him to focus. He captured her mouth, kissing her long and deep until they were both gasping. His hands moved over her body, exploring the curve of her hips, the round line of her butt. A shy thumb brushed lightly against the swell of her breasts. He could feel her smile against his mouth.
"Don't stop on my account," she breathed into his ear.
But again, he hesitated. She was pressed into the tree, head back, throat bared to him. Her chest rose and fell in small, uneven gasps. He knew what she wanted. He saw reflected in her the most primal of his desires, those that had been buried deep for so many years. But would he remember what it was to please a woman? Would he fumble? Would she laugh?
Her eyes focused on him through the fog of her thoughts. Her pupils were blown wide, her irises nothing more than a thin rim of silver. Her hand lifted his, long slender fingers guiding his hand up and pressing aside the material of her dress until his hand had captured her breast. Her eyes never left his. He could feel the hard peak of her nipple against his palm. His thumb moved of its own accord, brushing over the sensitive skin. Her eyes closed, her body shuddering lightly. A soft sound escaped her parted lips and blood thundered so hard through his body in response that it hurt. It left him breathless and dizzy, and before his mind gained control again, told him to be sensible, that they were in a public garden, he lowered his mouth.
Her body arched and her fingers wove into his hair, her nails dragging over his scalp. He sucked at her, nipped, rolled his tongue over its peak. He brought up his other hand, the metal hand, and again found himself hesitating. What if he hurt her? What if he couldn't tell when he crossed the needle thin line between pain and pleasure. But then she slipped a slender finger down her neckline, pulling it to the side revealing the ample swell of her second breast.
She trusted him. She put her faith in the thought that he would not hurt her.
"I don't like to be teased," she said, breathless, pulling the neckline farther to the side to reveal one bare shoulder, cords of muscle sliding beneath smooth skin.
"Well that's too bad." Bucky said, his eyes flicking up to hers. His grin was wicked as he hovered over her, relishing at the way goosebumps rose on her bare skin in the wake of his breath. For once, he felt as though he held the power, that he was the one leaving her breathless and yearning. "Then you are not going to enjoy this very much.
His lips whispered across her skin, kissing the valley between her breasts, then moving up, up ever so slowly until he had captured her in his mouth once more. Pressing his metal hand into the tree behind them for balance, the mechanisms whirring softly, he brought his other hand up to grasp what he had just abandoned. Her skin was damp, and he could feel the ridged memory of his teeth on her skin.
She groaned, her body starting at his touch. Her hips slid over his and he gasped at the sensation. There had been a time when he had worried that maybe he had been too far damaged. That maybe, after everything he had been through, after HYDRA had unmade him, that there were parts of him that might not react as they once had.
But he had been wrong.
The warmth that had simmered low in his core ignitied. It roared to life, consuming him, pulling him under a blazing sea of fire. He was a drowning man, gasping for air, and she was the surface.
His mouth moved up to trace her collar bone, to suck lightly on the curve of her neck, slip along the line of her jaw and then found their home on her lips. She kissed him feverishly. Her hands were inside his coat, pulling at his shirt, freeing it from where it was tucked. Her fingers were hot on his skin, sliding up his stomach. He breathed a shaky breath against her lips, but she pressed forward until she was everything. Everything he touched, everything he tasted.
She made quick work of the buttons and pushed it aside. Her lips abandoned his mouth to move to his throat. Her teeth grazed his skin and when she bit down on the junction of where his neck met his shoulder his knees threatened to give way. And then her lips were on the marred skin of his left shoulder and he stilled, his whole body going rigid. His forehead pressed into the tree trunk and he closed his eyes hard. This would be it. She would see how truly ugly he was, how damaged and worthless.
A finger traced the seam where skin met metal. A soft caress that made him shiver. Never had this part of him been touched so intimately.
"You are a wonder," she whispered.
He let out a shaky, skeptical laugh. Her hand traveled down his metal arm. He was aware of the touch but could not truly feel it, though he wished terribly he could. She grasped his hand, metal flashing in the moonlight, and brought it up to cradle the curve of her breast.
"I'm not afraid of what you are."
And then her hands were on his stomach. The touch of her fingertips feather light. The muscles there contracted at the feel of her on his skin. They slid down, down until they settled on his belt. The course of blood in his veins felt electric. Having her so close to the most private parts of himself left him breathless. All he could hear was the slide of the leather, the clink of the buckle, the pop of the button on his slacks.
He gasped as her fingers wrapped around him. His body swayed and pressed into her. He could feel her smile against his shoulder, and the pressure tightened around him. He moved in her hand, his body responding to her touch. A groan escaped him, his body leaning in, his knees buckling slightly. The hand over her breast tightened.
"Miranda, god." His voice was choked, breaking as her fingers tightened further.
"Em. I liked when you called me, Em."
Her fingers moved down his length, caressing the tip. He was so hard it hurt. He gritted his teeth, swallowing. She did not get to have all the fun.
He traced a finger up the length of her leg, starting on the outside of her knee then crossing over to the inside of her thigh. The slit in the material parted easily, and her hand stilled on him as he traced the lace edge of her panties. The world had narrowed to nothing more than their ragged breaths in the dark night as he hooked a finger over the band and pulled down.
And then he was touching her, delving into the most private of places. He moved a finger up her center, sliding over sensitive tissues. This time, it was her who grasped at him for balance, her arm hooking around his neck as every muscle in her body contracted.
He concentrated on the place that garnered this reaction from her. She made a strangled, unintelligible sound as he pressed harder. He could feel her bared teeth against his shoulder, the warmth of her gasps.
"Fuck," she breathed.
"I'm trying," he teased, pressing a kiss to her damp temple.
Her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged, pulling his lips to hers, and as he slid his fingers inside her, she gasped against his mouth. Her head fell back and she moaned, her body reflexively tightening as he worked his thumb over the sensitive nerves at her entrance. She moved against his hand, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. He hardly felt the pain of it, hardly registered anything over the tightness in his groin.
His mouth dropped to her shoulder, the exposed curve of her throat. He bit at smooth skin, mimicking what she had done to him. The thumb of his left hand traced her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He worked desperately to be gentle enough with that hand, but the sound she made, of undeniable pleasure, did little to nurture his restraint.
Her fingers shook as a hand pushed down the waist of his slacks. The night air was cool on his skin, and he shivered. Her cheek pressed against his temple, her breath ragged in his ear as he slid his fingers free of her. He ran a hand over the curve of her butt and down the back of her leg, drawing her knee up to hook it over his hip.
Her eyes were dark, watching him as he settled himself into the cradle of her hips. The hand threaded through his hair and drew him closer, her lips capturing his in a raw and savage kiss. It was all teeth and tongues and noses and in that moment he pushed up into her.
Everything fell away. The faint sound of the music, the cool night air, the prickle of sweat on his skin. Nothing else existed. It was only this. The union of their bodies. The warm feel of her around him. Her shuddering breath against his. He buried himself deep inside her, as far as he could manage.
They both stilled. One heartbeat. Then two. It was almost incomprehensible. To be here with this woman, this incredible woman.
"Are you, are you alright?" she breathed, kissing his jaw lightly. The tenderness of it made his heart ache.
He moved, sliding out slowly, then pressing back in. Her back arched, her stomach against his.
"I'm...I don't know if I can define how this feels." He whispered against her neck. "To be inside you. To feel just how much you want me."
She moved his hand from the back of her knee to settle the flat of his palm over the curve of her butt, encouraging him to pull her closer still. If that was even possible. "Then show me."
He began to move, rocking back then up. He started slow, not entirely trusting himself. He was stronger now, faster than he had been the last time he had done this. He could not break her, this precious gift he had found. She moved with him, angling her hips, creating a delicious amount of friction that left his knees weak. He put his hand out against the tree, digging in for purchase, working to stay upright against the waves of pleasure over taking him.
He settled into a steady rhythm. One that felt safe. One that he felt he could keep under control. Her mouth was on his neck, his jaw, his shoulder. Opposite of her mouth was her hands, moving over his body, leaving feather light touches in the most delicious places.
"You are holding back, James." Her voice was little more than a whisper in his ear. His name on her lips in this most intimate of moments nearly undid him right then and there. "I am not a delicate flower. I will not break."
"I-" He gasped as her fingers suddenly did something, touched him in a way he had never experienced before. This time his knees did give slightly and they slid down a few inches. Her laugh was music in his ears. "I don't know my own strength yet. Not in this."
"You did not break me in that training room," she purred. "And you will not do so now. I promise."
He drew back, nearly pulling out completely, then hesitated.
"If you don't fuck me like you mean it, Barnes," she smiled her devilish smile at him. "I will be sorely disappointed. We don't want that, do we?"
He closed his eyes, forehead resting on her shoulder. Please, please don't let me regret this.
And then he thrust up and into her with an undeniable amount of strength. She gasped, her back thumping back against the tree. He pulled back and thrust in. Hard. He gritted his teeth, fighting to stay standing at this sensation. When they had slid down, it had readjusted them, heightening the friction even further.
"God." She gasped, her fingers digging into his skin. "God. Yes. Don't stop. Please."
Please.
Any ounce of restraint he had clung to fled him at that single word. That desperate, breathless pleading word. Every doubt, every worry exiting his mind as he chased the rising euphoria.
She clung to him, her fingers dragging over his back as she attempted to pull him closer, harder against her. Every thrust was met with an exhalation, but it was becoming difficult to discern if it was his or hers. Her grip on him was iron tight, hard enough to bruise. He hoped he would bruise, that there would be evidence of her fingers on his body long after this night. Proof for his doubtful mind days later when he would look back on this night and wonder if it had all been some kind of feverish dream.
It was hard to control the sounds he was making. Sounds he had never heard himself make before. In an effort to try to somehow lessen the noise he put his mouth on her shoulder. She shuddered as his teeth grazed her skin.
Starbursts were forming in the dark of his closed eyes. His lungs burned as he gasped for breath. He wasn't even sure he could feel his toes anymore, not over the sensations streaking like lightning through his body.
He could feel her beginning to tighten around him. If she did not leave marks before, her nails across his skin now would be leaving red trails in their wake. She was saying his name, over and over echoing his quickening pace. Each thrust had become more desperate than the next, slamming into her as he teetered on the edge.
He brought his arm around her back, sliding up and in just so that she came apart in his arms. Her voice in that moment, the tight spasming feel of her, pushed him over the precipice.
"God, fuck, Em. Em…" He breathed his name for her into her ear, his knees finally giving way and they dropped slightly as he pressed in on her.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. Both gasping for breath but not wanting to move away just yet. Her fingers caressed his jaw, a thumb tracing over the curve of his lower lip. Then she kissed him softly, with all the gentleness in the world.