Chapter 26: Scratching the itch
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Sorry that it took me so long. My WinterWidow one shots (the first of them is a preview of the very last chapter this story will have. and the other one for Bucky's birthday in which Natasha messes up the cake) had priority as well as the "100 years of Bucky Barnes" video you can now watch on YouTube. It's a trashy, funny cosplay thing I did with my Nat.
Hope you enjoy those three things ^^ reviews are appreciated.
Russian translation by Dectie.
Hope you enjoy this one. Especially the puns on the end. They're borderline but just enough sarcasm that they should make you smile.
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Summary: Bucky needs to get his tenting trousers under control before he meets the Barton's. Natasha gladly helps and they have a moment in which they share their real, uncensored thoughts and finally admit how much they want one another.
Also: ADULT version on archiveofourown. Link in my profile.
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"What is this place anyway?" Bucky asked as she dragged him over to the barn.
Was he really not connecting the dots? "The Barton farm. Clint and I sometimes come here to remind us of what we are protecting." She tried to keep it as vague as possible. Let him figure it out on his own as soon as he saw Laura and the kids. Surely he would now suspect that Clint had a family but not having added to the numbers himself, maybe only having nieces and nephews of his sibling here.
He merely nodded as she guided him into the building. As soon as she had turned on the light a glimpse of a memory came back to him. "This feels familiar."
She grinned at that. Of course it did. More than once their extraction hadn't arrived on time and they had to hide somewhere from the search teams. "A farmers' village north of St. Petersburg is maybe the most memorable night for me. Or should I say nights?" She added with a grin. "It was deep winter and we were cut off from everything with comms down. I argued with you that I couldn't make a two days walk through the wilderness in such weather conditions and you gladly decided that we could wait out the storm."
His memory came back with each word she spoke but it wasn't exactly as she described it. In his mind the ones on their trail hadn't been enemies of the Red Room. Who exactly it had been was still blurry to him, as was the reason why he deemed her unfit for such a long walk without transport. They had to keep off the streets as to not been seen by anyone. A nagging question in his mind screamed 'Why?'. Somehow he knew the mission had not been the reason for them to desperately find a safe location to rest. The only thing he remembered for certain was how frail she had felt in his arms when he kept her warm. A body so young with a mind that had seen so much already.
Looking for a suitable place to engage in her current mission she strolled around, letting him take in the architecture as well. Pretty much a do-it-yourself design. But Clint had added a few extras for safety, hidden away.
Bucky noticed the archery equipment in the corner and grinned. His training always dictated him to look for whatever he could use to defend himself. Yet because of the Widow's carefree demeanor he knew that there was nothing to fear.
She felt the desire spreading through her veins as she realized that this was it. At last, her Soldier would be hers again. And the seductress would make sure he didn't regret his choice. God, she wanted him on a leash... A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the handcuffs and how they could be used. The Red Room had done one thing right. They had given her an expert skill set when it came to entrapping her mate. Well, actually the Widows had been taught by their trainers in every regard, and James had been her private one. On one side it was a pity he didn't remember all the details, yet on the other hand it was a blessing. Everything would be new and exciting while it would feel familiar, so in sync with each other. Christ, how much they could do together...
Natasha was still deep in thought and looking for the perfect spot when he spoke up.
"Warum liegt da Stroh? (Why is there hay?)" Bucky said with a chuckle and a terrible accent.
The woman stopped and looked at him in confusion. "What?" She understood the words but the question didn't make much sense.
"Oh, just a joke from a porn. A running gag, a meme." He told her with a boyish grin.
Natasha raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. "You do seem to acclimatize faster than Steve. Did you manage to hack Jarvis' safety locks and browse the net?"
Bucky stiffened and grit his teeth. "You won't like the answer."
"Try me." She said daringly.
"HYDRA. Even they have porn. The team was waiting for the commander to arrive and they found something to pass their time. I had just been wiped a few hours prior, awaiting my orders, motionless like a piece of furniture, so they weren't bothered by me. I wasn't very capable of grasping my surroundings anyway." He explained grudgingly.
"That must have been quite traumatic waking up with nothing to remember but how to kill. And then seeing a porn as your first new memory..." She wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
"It could have been worse. Beatings were quite common. As long as I was still in a daze they took their frustration out on me as some kind of 'Who dares to punch the infamous Soldier?'. I think I was just glad they didn't decide to try out the porn's plot on me."
Natasha shuddered.
"The team was still watching the porn when our commander entered. He had been silent enough for the others not to notice. I had heard him of course, but decided to see how it would play out. Despite everyone thinking I was a mindless puppet I had an evil glee spreading inside me. I think it was my original personality bleeding through. Waiting for the outcome. And it was fun. He just shook his head and let them scrub the toilets as punishment for the entire next month. To me he said: 'I hope that was an education.'"
"And was it?" She felt the entire mood lifting.
He leaned in closer. "A minute with you is a million times more educational."
With a smirk she asked: "Only a million?"
Satisfied with the turn of their conversation he motioned to the hay. "I remember from experience that it isn't exactly comfortable."
"Oh that's not what I had in mind."
"Then what do you have planned?" Now he was intrigued. "The workbench?"
"Nope. Barton will kill me if we ruin it. The wooden beam above you." She raised her head.
Confusion laced his features. "I don't think Barton has a love swing." He studied the beam and then it clicked. Bucky jumped up and grabbed the wood while his body hung prone to whatever she intended to do.
"That will keep your arms busy." She walked around him, her fingers gently tracing the hard muscles of his broad frame. "Giving you the chance to revel in whatever pleasures I can evoke."
The mere thought of how she could use her seductive skills to... James swallowed thickly and tried to concentrate on his breathing. He would finish before she even opened his fly.
"James. You don't have to prove anything." Natasha chuckled she saw his furrowed eyebrows. "Just relax and enjoy." Her hands slowly lifted his shirt so her lips could kiss the skin right below his navel.
So close... "Oh god. You will pay for this cruelty later."
"What cruelty?" Natasha asked innocently while her skilled fingers opened his trousers.
He braced himself for the cold but Natasha didn't seem to be in a hurry. She rubbed her cheek against his hard abs while her hands played with the waistband.
"Stop being such a tease, Natalia." The Soldier growled in frustration and earned a dark, delicious laugh that sent chills down his spine.
She knew he was too close to continue playing around so her fingers slipped into his shorts, taking a hold of him.
Bucky couldn't suppress the helpless pained cry that left his lips as he tried to remain in his position. The moment he forgot about holding himself up he would grip her hair and thrust his hips against her face. The Soldier knew that if he lost control now bones would break under the force of his metal arm.
Natasha knew this as well and the predator inside her purred with excitement. Oh, she would play him until the only thing he was able to say was her name. She waited until he got used to the pressure of her fingers around his shaft before carefully freeing him.
The cold air did wonders to his self control but that didn't last long.
Natasha marveled at the piece of art in front of her. Rippling muscles and silky skin that bore the marks of torture and a life of hardship and pain. She wanted to trace those lines, caress the agony away. His already strong frame was hardened by the years of training and battles. And then there was his cock. This proud example of manhood. She knew what her body and her skills could do to men but this was different. He wanted her for everything that she was, not just a cover or disguise created to ensnare, but her. She felt the gleeful smirk spreading over her lips as she came close enough so he could feel her warm breath on his skin.
"Holy sweet..." He bucked against her in pure instinct,...
[adult stuff]
"Ты будешь подчиняться. Ты будешь исполнять. (You will submit. You will comply.)" Her fingers dug into his thighs, holding him in place as her nails bruised the skin in a warning.
"You play with fire, doll." He growled in frustration but she merely chuckled. James was already too far gone to fully grasp the graveness of the situation and what she intended to achieve by driving him to the edge of his sanity.
[adult] "Oh we'll let the beast out to play soon enough, but I think we can tease him a little bit longer."
Did she just...? The beast as far as he understood was the Winter Soldier at his most brutal in bed. He couldn't hold back. He had to take her, to fuck her senseless, to...
"Солдат. (Soldat.)" Natalia hissed.
His eyes shot back to hers, seeing her untamed desire, all she was able to give him. Bucky tried to breathe but his body wouldn't cooperate. Every muscle was now following her orders. Yet somehow he wasn't scared by that. It was Natalia who had control over him and she would never hurt him, never use him the way he had been used. The Soldier hated her for having such power over him, and loved her. James would gladly follow her rules, follow her till the end of the line. "Я готов отвечать. (Ready to comply.)"
"Кончи для меня. (Come for me.)"
And he did. [adult]... he finally opened his eyes to look down at her. God, she had this smug grin on her lips. The lips that just had... His cock jerked, growing once more.
Natasha chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Again?"
He couldn't answer, merely shaking his head. It took some effort to let go of the bar, splintered wood coming off as well. His legs wouldn't support him so he collapsed gracelessly onto the dirty ground. "You'll be the death of me."
"La Petite mort." Natasha tried to decide whether she should help him up or just lie down next to him and enjoy his reciprocation. Logic won in the end so she outstretched her arm and pulled him to his feet. "Come on. It's time to meet our hosts or they're gonna send a search team." Which would consist of the kids and she didn't want to be the one to screw them up when they saw the half naked soldier in his post orgasm bliss.
"You think they know what we have done out here?" He tugged himself back into his pants with shaking fingers. His desire had been sated enough to survive the dinner without any issues concerning weird angles in his clothing.
Of course Clint would suspect something. "We are both good actors. I'm just glad you didn't tear down the shed." Natasha pointed at the splintered wood of the timber he had been hanging from.
"Yeah…" James bit his lip. "Still, it was a good idea to keep me focused." He tried to replay the last minutes in his mind, to analyze how well it went, because next time would be the real thing and he decided to try and avert difficult moments that might lead to injuries on her side. He remembered the coldness of the air, the warmth of her mouth, the sharp pain of her fingernails and her voice saying...
After Natasha was certain both of them looked presentable she pulled him along with her. He still seemed to be in a daze.
The Soldier was finally able to piece together the last moments and froze. "Did you…?"
Natasha flashed him a grin. "Use a part of your triggers as sexual stimulant? Yes."
Bucky felt her pulling at his metal arm even harder but he stopped her, tearing himself from her grasp. "That was dangerous and stupid."
"I live for the danger. And also, the words are gone. I gambled and tried to give them a more… comfortable meaning." She gently touched his flesh hand and entwined her fingers with his.
Bucky stared at her for a second before he broke out in laughter. "If you had been the one to train me they wouldn't have needed the chair at all. I'd gladly followed your lead." He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her with all the passion and adoration he felt for her. This was so absurd. He could joke about all the cruelty HYDRA had done to him and it didn't make him feel sick or inappropriate. Well, a little bit too far into dark humor maybe, but still tolerable. What Natasha could do with him and for him was more he had ever hoped for. The burden of all the pain and his brutal deeds was furthermore a huge weight he would carry his whole life but it was easier to lift it now. He wouldn't break under it any longer.
"I can barely wait to bind you to a chair and ride you…" she whispered in a sultry voice. "Did I tell you…?"
His metal hand trailed up her thighs. "How you fought an entire Russian mob in a chair?"
She lifted the leg he was currently touching and wrapped it around his hip as he steadied her with a hand under her ass. "In the chair and with the chair…" Her voice was now a hoarse purr.
He pushed against her, grinding into that place between her thighs that was already soaking wet from need. "I was the one teaching you how to do so."
"I don't remember those lessons. Maybe we need to refresh that course." She licked her lips, eager to do exactly that.
He groaned at that thought. "I'm looking forward to it. But let's use a chair that doesn't belong to Stark. I would never hear the end of it if I broke another piece of his furniture…"
Natasha chuckled and buried her fingers in his thick hair. "Oh, I want to christen every surface on every floor in Stark's tower."
"I know a few that have the perfect height." Bucky told her, admitting that he had been thinking about it for quite some time now.
"This mission will take a while." Natasha acted as if she was calculating the details.
James held her close, his fingers caressing her cheek. "We've got all the time in the world." Right now it all seemed so easy, simple, natural. The Soldier had never been closer to true bliss. The darker thoughts were buried deep in his mind and he intended to keep them there. As long as he stayed in control those nightmarish outcomes were impossible, irrational even. He had to focus on good thoughts and not dwell in how it could go wrong. Because it wouldn't, not with her holding the leash.
She released a moan as he squeezed her ass even tighter. "I don't think I'll be able to ever walk straight again once we get started."
"If it were up to me, I'd tie you to a bed and have you in every way this perverted 21 century society has come up with."
"You certainly have the stamina to do so…" Natasha traced along the tense muscles in his back. "You have no idea how often I've been thinking about it, especially when you came back from training. Glowing with health and virility. I imagined you pounding into me…"
James shuddered at her confession.
She raked her nails across good lower back, making him thrust against her as a response. "... Like a battering ram."
The Soldier groaned, lifting her up and pressing her against the nearest surface. A thought made him chuckle. "Like a freight train?"
Did he just make a joke about his trigger words himself? Natasha kissed him on the lips. "I adore you."
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Thank you Autumn_Froste for the baseball stats. I have no clue about that XD
I wasn't certain if that porn does exist in English but it's like a running gag for German teens who watch their first porn collection. I think I know no man who doesn't break out laughing when he hears "Warum liegt da Stroh?"
I point again to my one shots "#Freedom for WinterWidow" and "Chili icing on the cake". As well as my youtube video "Young and stealthy - 100 years of James Bucky Barnes 3/10/1917 - Winter Soldier Black Widow Cosplay" watch?v=6M836iMNM0o
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