So, shorter than the last two, but it's the moment you've all been waiting for! And yes, the title is from Pillowtalk.

chibichibi98: Yeah, they deserve this. They've been through so much. But won't all be rainbows and unicorns.

Tiphanie: Well...this one's steamier. You're gonna need another cold shower.

Hails: You're really going to think I'm evil now...muahahaha!

SevaraRose: Well, you're really gonna melt now.

hateme101: Well, the girl's not a super soldier. She just can't go, go, go like he can. She's gotta get her breaks somewhere, lol.

jennyrenee: I am a master at cliffhangers! I love them and I love torturing people with them! Muahahaha! Yeah, I'm evil, I know.

Enjoy!

Bucky's hands were running down Olivia's sides, feeling the softness of her skin with one hand, and the warmth with the other. His lips closed over her clit, her hips jerking in response. He held her down, leaning down slightly to probe her entrance with his tongue, tasting her. She was sweet, but with a tangy hint underneath. He could have stayed there for days. But they had more pressing things to get to. She was already wet from his teasing, close to a second orgasm of the night. He circled her clit with his tongue one last time, sucking it into his mouth before moving up her body again. He pressed a kiss to her stomach before sliding up in between her legs, the tip of his length rubbing against her folds. They were both drunk from lust, neither thinking with their rational minds.

Bucky laced his fingers with hers as he pressed forward, leaning his forehead against hers. She whined slightly at the stretch, so he stopped, letting her adjust, keeping that rhythm until he was fully seated inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him there for a moment. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, releasing her hands so he could wrap his arms around her back. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin slightly as he started moving, inch by inch drawing out of her, before pushing right back in.

"Fuck, you feel so good, doll." He breathed, looking down into her eyes.

She whined, biting her lip as his hips jerked slightly. "Do that again." She breathed, her chest heaving.

He quickened his movements, keeping it slow and deep, leaning over her on his metal elbow, the other hand slipping between them. Her back arched, a sinful moan leaving her lips as he teased her. His mouth dropped to her exposed throat, sucking another mark on her skin. She was already littered with hickeys, and he added another.

"Fuck, James!" She cried, hands gripping the sleeping bag as she shook, her walls clamping around him.

He groaned into her neck, speeding up his thrusts, tossing her over the edge, her walls spasming around him as she came. A high pitched whine left her, her fingers digging into his back, but he didn't care. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud around them as he leaned back over her, lacing their fingers together as he thrust hard into her, nearing his release, and bringing her to a second as well. Well, it was more like third of the night.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth open in a silent moan, fingers gripping his tightly as she came again, her walls milking his orgasm from him as well. He collapsed over her, his head resting on the pillow next to her. His hips moved in lazy thrusts as he came down from his high. They laid there for a while, both breathing, still completely attached.

"You okay, doll?" He murmured, his breath fanning against her ear.

I didn't say answer as I stared up at the ceiling in the nearly dark apartment. Reality had hit me, coming down from that high. James was still inside me, going slightly soft, starting to get uncomfortable. I'd been so lost...so full of lust and longing I'd just stopped feeling. And now...I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I hadn't meant for things to go that far. I had been so desperate for release that I'd let him touch me. I wanted him to touch me.

I shifted under him, slipping my hands from his. He got the hint, moving his hips until he pulled out of me, making me whine slightly at the feeling. It had felt good. It was better than anything I'd ever felt before. It was a learning experience. A confirmation that sex could feel good. That it wasn't all rough, painful and bloody. No forced movements or touches. I'd been the one that had initiated it.

"Doll?" James asked, leaning over me, his tone concerned.

I felt slightly sick. "Can we talk in the morning?" I asked, my voice hoarse, and cracking slightly.

I rolled on my side, curling in on myself. I wasn't mad at him. I was glad it was with him. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else. But now...would things be weird? Could we stand being in the same room as each other? Could I stand being in the same room as him?

I felt him shift behind me, and my shirt was dropped in front of me. I grabbed it, slipping it over my head to give myself just a little decency. The sleeping bag was pulled over my shoulders, and I heard the zipper move as James zipped us in. His back was to me, his warmth radiating against my back. I curled further in on myself, praying the morning would be slow coming.

James could hear her crying as he laid in the darkness. Her sobs were silent, but he could hear the light sniffles as she tried to quiet herself. Damn it. He knew he should have stopped her. But he'd been so lost in the moment, so high from the lust he'd gone with it, not thinking about the consequences. He wanted to show her sex could feel good. He wanted her to know it was something that could be enjoyed. With him. And oh god, did he enjoy it. He knew she did too, in the heat of the moment. But he knew she was guilty now. And it had been his fault. He should have been thinking with his brain, not his head.

He felt like hitting something, but he didn't. He tried to calm himself down, waiting for Olivia's breaths to slow, for her to fall asleep. Maybe things would be better in the morning, once she'd had some time to sleep on it. Time to think. A guy could hope, right?

He was wrong. She slept well past when he did. He ate his plum, read a little of The Great Gatsby before he made breakfast, hoping the smell would wake her. And it did. He heard the bathroom door shut as he grabbed the milk, noting they'd need more soon. He offered her a plate of eggs and fruit, noting how she avoided his gaze as she took it, moving to sit on the couch. He stood in the kitchen, eating, studying how she bent over her plate, eating silently. She seemed so small there, so...innocent. It made what had transpired between them last night feel much worse.

"James?" She finally said, her voice strained, weak. "I'm sorry. For last night. The way I acted. I...I didn't want to pressure you into anything. I don't...I don't know what I was thinking."

"I'm sorry too." He said, looking down at his eggs. "I should have been thinking. Stopped you from going too far. Making yourself uncomfortable." He abandoned his plate, moving so he was sitting on the couch next to her. "I should have kept you from doing something you'd regret."

"I don't regret it." She said. Her blonde hair was blocking his view of her face. "It was...incredible." She finally looked at him, eyes shining slightly. "And I wouldn't take it back. I just...I don't want things to be awkward between us."

"They don't have to be." He said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "They won't be. We can do it again, or we don't have to ever again. It's your decision. Whatever you want."

She bit her lip, looking over at him in his sweatpants and t-shirt. She turned, placing her plate on the counter before straddling his lap, pressing her lips to his.