Natasha pressed her wet face into his neck; she knew he could feel her hot tears on his skin. James held her back lightly with his arm, letting her have the moment she so clearly needed. He said no words of comfort to her, wasn't sure how welcome they would be. The only solace she had for the humiliation and embarrassment was the mild lessening of the desire that was ripping through her system.

She shifted so she could look up into his face. The fine features were currently marred by a frown that looked as though it was going to cause a tension headache in the near future. If not for that then he would be rather handsome. Fine cheekbones framed a well-proportioned face, even the stubble on his cheeks was sort of cute. Bright blue eyes seemed to stare into the distance as though it had offended him and soft brown hair fell about his face. Perhaps that would be better if it was tied up but right now, she didn't care all that much.

Reaching a hand up, she attempted to brush one of those strands out his face. She was stopped when a hand caught her wrist.

"Please don't," he said. She realised then that his voice was soft and she couldn't recall a time he had ever raised it unless in a fight.

"I was just-"

"Don't," he said, cutting her off effectively.

She recoiled at this rebuff and realised she was almost naked and sprawled over his lap. She snatched up her clothes and turned away, "Don't look at me!" she said, her cheeks suddenly matching her hair. "I should be going," she said.

He snorted and she turned around to look at him again, "What?" she asked. Bucky indicated the file on the table and she looked at it, "What is that?"

"If you read it, you would know!" he replied. She settled back on the couch and picked up the file, vaguely aware that Bucky had scooped up the cups and was making them both a refill, something that he would not be doing if she was going to leave. Picking up the file, she opened it and began to read.

When she was done, she picked up the hot mug and wrapped slender fingers around it. "So, it should abate within the first seventy two hours?" she asked.

"They think so," he said. She pressed her lips together and looked up at him.

"Did they not think of using a sedative?"

"It would make you numb but not halt the effects of the drug," he replied. It seemed as though he knew more about this than was in the file and she frowned

"Fury tell you that?" He nodded. She let out a sigh and ran her hand over her face, "What am I going to do James?" she said, knowing there was despair in her voice.

"Stay here for the first seventy two hours," he said, his tone flat, "You know where the bathroom is and you can help yourself to anything you may need. I've enough food in the place to sink a ship," he said.

She held her head in her hands and let out a deep sigh, "I wish this hadn't happened," she whispered softly.

"Be that as it may, we're both stuck here until the intensity wears off and for an unknown amount of time afterwards," he said.

"You mean after that it won't be done?" she said. Bucky shook his head and she sighed again, "God I hate this," she snorted, even as the first tingle of need began to fire in her crotch.

"It's been about twenty minutes," Bucky said. Natasha shook her head when he put it so straightforwardly and sighed. She tried to push it to the side but her thoughts were slowly being consumed by the passionate need for him.

"I don't want this," she whispered

"Nor do I," he said, his voice a little sharper than it had been, "But here we are and so we must. Come over here, no point trying to fight it off," he said. She hated him then, hated the tone in which he spoke to her, hated the drug coursing through her system. More so, she hated Fury for doing this to them and HYDRA for setting it up. She spared herself no amount of hate either, for she should have been more careful and not got caught in the first place! She began running through the different calibre of hand gun in her mind yet all she kept returning to was having his hand upon her, thrusting in to her and she knew she was done.

She reached for him. "Come on, this'll be more comfortable in the bedroom," Bucky said. Silently, she nodded and took his hand as she got up. The feel of his palm next to hers sent a shock through her and she knew she was lost once more.

He led her through to the bedroom, which was smaller than the living room. The bed just about fit in with a wardrobe in the corner against the wall with the door in it; the sheets were clean however and the bed neatly made. A small window would have offered light if it was daytime but the curtains were drawn against the dark instead. He flicked on the light and she felt a small thrill shoot through her on seeing his bedroom.

He climbed onto the bed, patted the space between his thighs as though urging her to join him. She did not need to be told twice. Settling between the V of his legs, she leaned back against his firm chest, "I want to feel you," she said.

"I'll put my hands where you need them," he replied. She could feel the tickle of his breath on her neck and she shuddered.

"All of you,"

He shook his head then and she wondered why. Did he find her that unattractive? Without ceremony, she grabbed his right hand and placed it on her aching vulva. He seemed to get the idea as her hand undid her jeans and she wiggled out of them again. She knew she was wet already and he had no trouble sliding his hand into her slick sex. A moan escaped her lips, unlike the sounds she usually made and she wiggled against him, needing to feel him, needing release.

He switched hands then and the cold metal of his fingers sent a spark through her spine. Grabbing his other hand, she brought it to her mouth and sucked off the juice there. She heard Bucky groan before he removed his hand from her mouth, "Stop that," he whispered.

"Why?" she managed to hiss, knowing she sounded petulant.

"I had very little choice in this either," he siad as his other hand furiously worked her clit, "But I will retain some of it," he added. He then slid the cold middle finger into her. She cried out at the delicious cold invasion and her thoughts were lost. His other hand returned to her hot clit and pressed down as he moved the cold finger in and out of her at a maddeningly slow pace.

"God Bucky," she hissed. He didn't seem to object to that and so his sped up. The warmth ignited into a fire and moments later, she was clenching around metal as an orgasm once more ripped through her being and sent her into oblivion. The back of her mind said that he was rather good at this however she had no real time to explore that thought.

She returned to herself and swallowed, her throat rather dry. He gently shifted her to the side and sat next to her for a moment, "Do you need the loo?" he asked. She shook her head. What she was then treated to was him scooting down the bed and making what looked like a very hasty retreat to the bathroom.