When he said they had done this before, she blinked. There was a distant trouble in those blue eyes of his and she wondered at that, "What do you mean?" she asked. "Of course we've done this before, these last couple of days in fact," she added. "I know you have memory issues James but that's just taking it a bit far." She was attempting to lighten the mood with a spot of humour but it seemed as though this time it had missed the mark.

"No Nat," he said shaking his head, "I mean," she watched him as he paused, trying to find the right words to describe it no doubt, "We've made love properly before, not in recent days but years before."

Her eyes narrowed then and she wondered what he was getting at, "When? We've barely spoken before the weekend and I'm sure I would remember if we'd had sex!" she replied. He ran a hand over his face and sighed, this was clearly something that was troubling him but she had no way of knowing how to help. She could not remember ever having seen him before Steve had said who he was and no association with him other than that. And yet… when she looked into those blue eyes of his, they looked familiar somehow. Perhaps it was the drug in her system, they had spent a lot of the past few days being intimate with one another and that could create that sensation of familiarity. She shook her head, "I have no idea," she replied.

"Maybe I'm going mad," he said.

"It's been a stressful few days James," she said. She could tell he'd not shaken the thought however and she wished there was more she could do to shake it. Maybe it was something they could look into when they were allowed out of the apartment again. Reaching up, she ran a hand along his rough jawline. She was rewarded with a smile and she took his hand in hers. She turned it over and ran her index finger over the pads of his right hand, feeling the callouses and scars there as she did so. There was so much she wanted to ask him, about his experiences and what he could remember but doing so seemed more invasive than what they had just done.

He seemed content to let her do so and she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. He shivered and she smirked. "Feel good huh?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

She did it again, feeling the drug once more begin to fire through her. Instead of cursing it, or wishing it was not the case, this time, she embraced it. The heat that built between her thighs was sudden, intense and consuming.

"I'm so sorry," she said, aware that he had asked for a moment and that she was unable to really let him have it. His cold metal hand caught her chin and turned her face to look at him. There was a fire in those eyes that she had never noticed before and a smirk about his face that spoke of untold mischief.

"I'm not," he replied. She felt his hand on her shoulder then and he pushed her onto her back. There was something incredibly sexy about the way his fair fell about his face, the way his weight leaned over her and how he settled between her thighs. He thrust into her and the intense burning was replaced be a delicious pressure. The hiss of his breath had her wrap her thighs over his waist and squeezed.

It was all the encouragement he needed, he moved. Her arms wrapped over the expanse of his back, her nails digging in lightly as he moved with sure thrusts into her. The drug in her system demanded payment and she writhed underneath him, needing release as soon as possible. He kept pushing her ever forward with each stroke, towards the peak and fall of her release.

Natasha screamed as James' cock made one last plunge into her slick sex. The cliff fell away and her body slammed against the shores as her climax tore through her. Her eyes rolled, her back arched, and her muscles clenched his shaft. Rolling waves of heat coated her pussy. It rolled down to cover her lover's cock and as the white, hot nectar flowed thick from her sex, Natasha knew she was his. He owned her in that moment and with every crashing wave that followed she continued to ride the tide that spontaneously forced his come to shoot out of him.

The second wave of Natasha's climax brought red sheets of silk and she bit her lower lip, bruising the tender flesh. "Oh my God " she cried. Her fingers curled into the blanket and she felt as if she were hitting the rocky shores of a great ocean. Her body convulsed as she came until finally her breathing held and her body stiffened. "Fuck," she yelled and stilled. When she returned to herself, she realised that it was the first time he had released inside her. The thought made her colour a little and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He had crashed against her at first before moving to the side, slipping from her wet heat as he had done so.

For the first time since they had been subjected to this, she felt sated. Perhaps that had something to do with achieving their release together. She took his hand and wrapped his arm over her waist, wanting to be held. She felt safe like this too, which was a great feeling. He remained by her side for a while longer before shifting and scooting off to the loo. Her body ached with the exertions of the past few hours and she was sore when she too got up. Maybe a hot bath would be in order. She could get James to make them something to eat while she soaked... Then again, she wasn't too keen on the idea of eating toast again.

Grabbing the dressing gown from the floor, she wrapped it around her body, tied it off and headed to the kitchen. She might not be the best cook in the world but she could do better than toast! Rummaging through the cupboads, she found enough random things to knock something together that might taste half decent. She was in the middle of cooking it when Bucky decided to reappear. "What're you making?" he asked.

"Something with pasta," she replied. He looked over her shoulder at the pan and grinned.

"Smells good."

"I bet it does, especially for someone who lives on toast," she said with a laugh.

"I can make other things!" he protested. He gave the food a prod with the wooden spoon and nodded, "I could make something like this," he said.

"You could?" she asked.

"I'd likely burn bits of it but it would be edible!" he protested. She laughed again and shook her head.

"How about you grab plates?" she asked. He did as he was told and set the table. She smiled as she poured out the food, aware that this was about as domestic as she got. It tasted ok, must have done as they ate in silence. Either that or the energy they had spent over the weekend needed replacing and they were both hungry.

She left the dishes to him, heading to the bathroom for a bath. She hoped it would ease the tender parts of her body! Her thoughts turned to what he has said earlier on; that they had done this before. She still couldn't attach a meaning to them but she didn't want to dismiss him out of hand. When they were back at the base, she would look into it.