Who: Bucky Barnes and Sharon Carter When: Valentine’s Day Where: Starting at her place and moving to The Resort at Pelican Hill What: Date number 4 Ratings/Warnings: Mature Audiences Only/Explicit Sexual Content Status: Complete
Sharon was glad her mom was around. It was good for both of them, and good for Viv. It meant built-in babysitting on top of all the other benefits, and Sharon was going to take advantage. She was looking forward to going out for a romantic evening on Valentine’s Day.
She didn’t dress fancy. Her hair and makeup were fixed, and her clothes were clean, neat and fashionable, but it wasn’t anything more than she would have done for work. She just wanted to take her mind off work, off family, off everything for a little while and have a good time.
When she heard the knock at the door, Sharon opened it. She’d been lingering nearby, so she was really fast to answer. A smile crossed her lips when she saw him standing there. “Hi.”
~*~
"Hi yourself," Bucky murmured, his lips curving up into a grin, "You are looking beautiful as ever. I keep thinking one day I'll see you and you'll look like a woman named Sharon. Instead? Every time I see you I'm amazed you let me know your name at all."
He was frank on more occasions than not lately. It kept the world feeling within his control even when it wasn't at all. Bucky couldn't get back the use of his arm; the Army had taken from him more than he'd had to give. There was no therapy for the way they'd left him and the money he'd received in 'compensation for his defense of his country' was no compensation at all in comparison to the use of a limb.
The fact Sharon Carter wanted to step out with him?
Amazing.
"I put on my good slacks and even made Steve tie the laces on these dress shoes for you. What do you think? I look fine enough to step out with?"
Bucky used his good hand to hold his jacket open to show his button down and turned in a slow circle on her stoop. It felt good to think he looked nice for a lady.
~*~
He was such a charmer. Sharon loved it. The flattery made her feel slightly embarrassed--she knew she was pleasant to look at, of course. It was part of the reason she was chosen for her undercover work back in the day. And she worked hard to make sure her make-up, hair, and clothes put her in a higher bracket. Sharon was vain enough for that.
She would have responded to his compliments, but then he was showing off his own outfit. Sharon had to admit it; Bucky looked good. She always thought he looked good, but tonight he’d cleaned up even more. As he spun slowly, she let her eyes travel up and down over his form, then return to his face.
“You,” she put on her most seductive tone as she stepped through the doorway and up to him, “look amazing.” And she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to draw him in. This was Valentine’s Day, right? They should absolutely start the evening out with a proper kiss.
~*~
Bucky made a sound of assent as his lips met hers. She tasted clean, none of that toxic lip-stain flavor which came from kissing a woman who was too made-up. Sharon kept things tasteful. It was what made it all the more exciting to kiss her with a little too much enthusiasm. His tongue snaked between her lips to rub against hers before he sucked her lower lip between his, biting lightly before letting go.
"That? That was proof flattery gets you everywhere with me. Now c'mon before we get caught making out on your stoop like teenagers. I don't mind other people thinking you look well-kissed but I want your people thinking better of me."
'Even if I don't deserve it,' Bucky thought yet didn't speak aloud.
He escorted her to the car to let her in. The rental was nicer than his regular ride. Bucky had wanted something lower in case Sharon had wanted to wear a dress or skirt shorter than knee-length. Women wore all lengths of dresses or skirts for dates without people thinking less or more of it these days. Bucky sometimes thought he was a man out of time with the way his mind worked. He'd always found a woman's bare legs to be almost scandalously erotic; the last thing he wanted was for Sharon to feel uncomfortable getting in and out of his ride when he could afford a rental.
"Hope you like the rental. I thought it was a nice touch for an evening out. Who doesn't want to ride in a luxury car on Valentine's Day?"
~*~
Kissing Bucky reminded Sharon of that first time, under the mistletoe. He was spicy and musky, and filled all her senses. She could smell his aftershave, feel his warmth against her skin, taste something akin to coffee as his tongue brushed hers. When he pulled back, she took a moment to cement that memory in her mind: kissing Bucky. It was something she could see herself doing forever, really. (Even though those thoughts were a bit ridiculous and childish.)
She cleared her throat and followed him away from her front door, smirking at the making out comment. There would be no complaints from her if that's how they spent the evening though it might be awkward should her mother come to the door.
"It's gorgeous." Sharon didn't mind rental cars. If she'd known his reasons for renting it, she would have thought him very considerate. "Very romantic," she added, playfully. "Where are you taking me tonight? I hope you're planning to woo me. I expect to be wooed on Valentine's Day."
~*~
"I'm glad you think so. I like the idea of pleasing you. Courting isn't something I've done a lot of despite whatever Steve might have to say on the subject. I've been with---more than one lady for more than one night. I haven't courted any lady in particular in years."
Bucky could honestly say he'd been a teenager the last time he'd stepped out with someone who had mattered. She had lived five blocks north of him -an important five blocks- and he'd been beaten every shade of blue in the spectrum for holding her hand in public. There were some lines which existed between boroughs which had nothing at all to do with distance; Bucky had learned the hard way he couldn't always go anywhere he wanted no matter what his mother said.
"I got us a private bungalow at Pelican Hill. We've got room service prepared to cater to us in a private dining experience right in the room. A great view of their gardens. Parking right outside in a private space. All luxuries included."
He stopped for a minute before he cast a quick glance at Sharon to see her reaction. The resort was famous for luxury. It'd been more for a night there than he'd spent for a week at other places. Bucky didn't want her thinking the wrong thing. All he'd been wanting was something memorable. He knew the value of memories more than most. His were filled with old ghosts who haunted his mind day and night.
"I'm not expecting to stay the night. In case you---I paid for it for the night because I wanted to give you a night to be treated like a queen. I'm not expecting---if it's not a good idea, I can take you to a restaurant. Even on short notice, I'm sure I can get us a table somewhere worth eating."
~*~
Sharon took hold of his hand to stop him in his tracks. It was sweet to see him concerned like that--worried she might think it too much to spend the night. But Sharon thought it was perfect timing, really. She wanted to stay with him. And now her mother was around, she had childcare…
“It sounds perfect.” She responded, then released his hand. Her grin spread. “I’m looking forward to being treated like a queen.”
The rest of the walk to the car felt like she was walking on air. Her heart was thundering, and she just kept thinking how glad she was that she’d shaved her legs this morning.
~*~
A guy from the VA had helped Bucky get the rental outfitted with his hand steering controls. He hadn't wanted to risk being forced to drive with only his right hand. Sharon was a mother to a baby girl who deserved her to be around; taking chances with her safety wasn't an option. Bucky felt good about that as he opened Sharon's door to let her in, made certain she was settled then took his place in the driver's seat.
He fixed his left hand into the controls and held his right out to Sharon, forearm resting on the leather console separating them in the sleek interior.
"Want to start out the royal treatment by holding my hand? I promise I don't bite. Often."
Bucky liked the way Sharon laughed. He had been charming before. Once upon a long time ago, Bucky Barnes had been the man people expected to be charming. Laughter was the best medicine according to his mother. She'd said as much under the worst of circumstances. These days were strange in Orange County yet they were getting better with the passing of time. Bucky was surprised, honestly, at how much better.
~*~
It felt good to laugh. Sharon felt she could be herself around Bucky, and for the longest time she’d had no idea who that was. A lot of her time with him felt like re-discovery. She wasn’t undercover, or trying to be something she wasn’t. She wasn’t struggling to figure out this motherhood thing, or confused by what her Dreams might mean. She was just Sharon Carter; a woman on a date with a man she was falling for.
“Mmm, it sure feels royal.” She said, slipping her fingers into his. The seat in the rental car wasn’t close enough that she could pull his hand into her lap, so she scooted just a bit closer to the leather divide. Both of her hands came to wrap around his. “I hope your romantic night starts with something to eat. I’m starving.” The butterflies in her stomach were partially due to excitement and nerves, and partially because she hadn’t eaten much of anything that day. ~*~
"I took a chance on ordering for us. I thought the options they offered sounded fun so I chose a fondue for two set-up which comes with several types of protein as well as a dessert course. Who doesn't like cooking their food in wine then dipping it in cheese, right?"
There wasn't much Bucky could cook, but he could fondue. He'd done one of those dinners when he'd first enlisted. His sisters had wanted to celebrate before he went off to war. They'd made it a big outing; all of the girls had worn their hair up for a change. Bucky could remember his mother had worn silk stockings which had to have been from when his father was courting her. None of them had been able to eat another bite when they'd left the place.
It was one of the good memories of his life.
Squeezing Sharon's hand lightly, he smiled, "I know I can't cook, but I promise I can manage this. I hope you like it. I haven't wanted something to go right so much in a long time."
He couldn't remember wanting anything as badly as he wanted to make the night a good one for Sharon. Bucky supposed PT might have been a close second. The thought he'd be totally useless as a one-armed cripple had kept him up nights; Bucky had learned every trick in the book to make his body learn how to operate within its limitations without making him limited in the process. Two physical therapists had quit on him because they couldn't keep up with the demands he put on them much less on himself.
Bucky hoped Sharon was in for the long haul with him. They were still new to each other. What they had didn't feel new to Bucky all the same.
~*~
Sharon absolutely liked cheese. It sounded perfect. No decisions to make, no pressure, just good company, good food, and a good night. A gentle sigh escaped her and she melted back against the passenger seat of the rental car.
"Fondue sounds great." She was sort of imagining all the sit-ups she was going to have to do over the next couple of weeks to burn it off, and scolding herself for thinking such things. She was doing really well to get back to her pre-pregnancy weight--she only had a few pounds left, actually--and Bucky didn't seem to mind, anyway... not that she wanted to look good for a man. She wanted to look good for herself. Bucky's approval was just a bonus.
"You're doing amazing. This is... the best Valentine's Day I've had in a while." And it'd only just started. Last year she’d been pregnant. The year before she was new in town, and alone.
~*~
Valentine's Day hadn't been a holiday Bucky had observed himself. He'd taken the odd girl out over the years for the date. Most of those had been mere pretense at some kind of relationship in order to allow the both of them to feel better regarding the sex they'd have at the end of the night -a desperate attempt to feel less alone- which meant Bucky couldn't say he'd ever had a special girl to make the day feel different. Special. The way Valentine's was meant to feel was something to do with matters of the heart, right?
Bucky wasn't cynical enough to believe it was all Hallmark greeting card horseshit.
"I'm grateful to hear that. It's never been a special day for me before. I never had anyone special before. Unless you count Steve and trust me: he has never expected flowers or candy from me for any holidays."
They were closer than brothers -Bucky and Steve- which meant they had a lifetime of shared experiences to look back on together. Love was something he could say he had for Steve Rogers. Bucky wasn't ashamed to say he loved another man. Love wasn't always sexual. It was people who made things dirty. The world had never been a clean place which was why there was a Heaven according to his mother; Steve Rogers was the closest thing to an angel Bucky imagined he'd ever get to see.
Sharon Carter was turning into a damn fine second and she was a whole lot prettier besides.
~*~
"Can you imagine if he did?" Sharon teased. She was glad that Steve didn't expect anything like that from Bucky. That was a competition that Sharon Carter was sure she couldn't win. Most competitions against Steve Rogers were ones she couldn't win.
"Anyway, we'll make it special." Excited and nervous about that prospect, she turned her hand against his palm so she could lace her fingers through his. "Or is that too much pressure?" Another tease. "I hope I'm not setting you up for some kind of performance anxiety."
~*~
Pure wickedness shone all over Bucky's face as he steered the car up the long drive to the resort. Their bungalow was ready. He'd gotten the keys already as well as set up his own things to make it easier for him. Bucky figured he'd take Sharon home when she was ready, but he'd stay the night on his own to give Steve the night to himself at their place. It wasn't easy to share space as two grown men in one apartment.
He could understand the need to be alone.
"I've got one bad arm, beautiful. The rest of me works harder to make up for it which I am more than willing to prove to you any way you'll let me."
Bucky parked in their designated space, squeezing Sharon's fingers a final time before disengaging his hand from hers. He'd be a gentleman. Sharon deserved a gentleman. There was no time like the present to start up on that royal treatment. It was all too easy to get out, open her door, hold it with his body so she would brush against him on her way out. The keys were in his jacket pocket on his good side. It was a fancy keycard which Bucky was willing to bet had better security than the rental car he had no matter how luxurious it seemed.
"After you, my lady," he said while holding the door for her once again.
~*~
Tonight was going to be an adventure. Sharon was giddy as she climbed up out of the car. She could feel his body heat as she passed, brushing so close she could smell him on the air. And it made her cheeks flush.
The resort was fancy. Sharon had never been here before, and was looking forward to the experience. She'd have to beg him to walk her around the grounds, check out the lobby. There was a part of her that worried they might not leave the room the whole night. --not that that would be a bad thing. The idea of being wrapped up in Bucky for the whole night was rather appealing. But she would also like to do a little walking around, a little exploring.
She turned back to face him, feeling her cheeks burning a bit, and grinned. He was so handsome. Sharon felt like the luckiest woman in the world in that moment.
~*~
Good staff wasn't hard to find for resorts with the kind of budgets Pelican Hill had at their disposal. They'd already set up the fondue table for Bucky and Sharon with golden napkin rings around pristine white cloths and enough glittering silver to make him squint at the glare. The table was covered with a deep red cloth which reminded Bucky of memories he'd rather forget. Three silver fondue pots waited on them to light the burners beneath them to get started on their dinner for two.
Seeing champagne in a bucket beside the table drew him up short.
"Can you have champagne? I know you've got to be careful. I didn't think when I ordered the meal set up. It was a whole dining experience. Easier to order that way since I could always blame the man, right?"
Bucky couldn't help a glance to Sharon's breasts before looking at her face. His own was a little flushed from the thought he was possibly corrupting a new mother into drinking when she was meant to be on a restricted diet for her child. It wouldn't last long, would it? A glass or two of champagne? If he got her back home to Viv the same night, they surely had breast milk in the fridge to feed her tonight until the buzz wore off by the morning for Sharon. Bucky wasn't entirely certain Sharon wanted to talk to him about---it seemed more intimate than sexual banter in a way.
They were both grown adults who'd indulged in sex before, but the intimacies of daily life? Those were a lot different than whether someone wanted their hair pulled or not in the throes of passion.
~*~
The room was wonderful. Sharon felt instantly at home as she stepped in and shrugged off her jacket. She took a slow tour, wandering the room and glancing at the window dressings, the bedspread, the table set up for the fondue dinner. It was very romantic, and warmed her from the inside to know that he wanted to do something so special for her. Of course, Sharon would have been tickled pink with just a walk and a talk, hand in hand. This was way above and beyond her expectations.
"I can have champagne," she said, catching the glance at her chest. Hey, her boobs probably looked amazing. She was still nursing, and planned to until Viv turned 12 months, even though the baby was on solids now. Talking about breastfeeding with a man she was romantically (and sexually, truth be told) interested in was a little embarrassing. It was intimate in a way that normally didn't come up on a fourth date. She wasn't going to go into all the details about nursing and the dos and don'ts unless he was really curious. There was the option to "pump and dump," too, if she was worried about alcoholic content in her breastmilk. If she was going to spend the whole night with him (which she was planning to) she was hoping to have a shower and hand-express so she wouldn't become engorged. Because engorged breasts? Definitely not sexy. Again, he didn't really need those details, right?
"I've become quite a bit more relaxed about my diet now that Viv is on solids and some formula. She won't have cow's milk until she turns a year. I'm not too concerned about a few drinks here or there. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I let you drink on your own?"
~*~
"I am not looking for you to be just my friend. Is that okay? I'm starting to get the feeling that's okay…"
Bucky took a chance. He reached out to Sharon's side, fisting the material of her outfit in his hand as he pulled her close enough to bump her body against his side. Leaning down to steal a kiss, Bucky teased the seam of her lips with his tongue until he got the go-ahead to go a little deeper. They had kissed before. Passionately. Kisses filled with lips meshing together and tongues dancing, writhing against one another, teeth nipping and biting and breath being stolen and---and Bucky could have kept kissing her for hours except he'd promised her a real Valentine's Day dinner.
He was breathless when he stopped kissing her, broke his mouth away from hers to press his face against her cheek. Sharon had warm skin. The kind of warmth which came from within, from having a good heart, from being out of his league, yet she was sharing herself with him all the same and Bucky felt his breath catch in his chest before he managed to slow his heart back down to normal.
Murmuring, he said, "Let's get to that fondue, okay? Otherwise, I'm going to fail to keep my word and you won't get dinner and I definitely want you to think I'm a man of my word. Gotta make a good impression on my best girl, don't I?"
~*~
There wasn't much chance for Sharon to reply in the affirmative. That was very okay. She wanted to be more than his friend, too. But then he'd pulled her against him and they were kissing. The first thing they'd ever done was kiss--back when the flying, frantic mistletoe had them locking lips without even knowing one another's names. It was one of the things that Sharon found most attractive about Bucky (okay, she found practically everything attractive about Bucky). There was so much passion behind everything he did. At least, where Sharon was concerned.
She kissed him back with enthusiasm, inviting his tongue into her mouth, massaging it with her own. She loved the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he felt when he was this close. He pulled his mouth from hers and though they'd been kissing for enough time for her to become breathless, she nearly whimpered at the loss of contact.
"Food. Right. Dinner." He was much more eloquent than she was. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. "I think you've made a pretty fantastic impression, Bucky," she mumbled, breaking into a smirk. "But I'll let you continue to wow me."
~*~
All the awkwardness was gone after the kissing. Bucky could honestly say it was easier to read Sharon's body language than any other woman he'd ever been with in his life. She had an honesty to her reactions which couldn't be faked. Women got accused of faking more often than men. It was almost an urban legend about how often women faked things since they talked about it in movies and TV shows and even in songs played on the radio.
Bucky didn't think Sharon was faking with him. He didn't think she had it in her to fake it that good.
He started the fondue pots heating -dessert on low to simmer, dinner and appetizers on high to ensure their meat reached a high enough temperature to eat safely- and handed a set of colored spears to Sharon. They had six sets of spears in order to have two options cooking in each dip at a time or to use in each dip at least. Bucky chose the red ones for himself and gave Sharon the blue. There wasn't any reason for it so much as that was how it all shook out.
"I suggest we start with the breads in cheese. These are really fun to dip even though they can break on the spears. I like them because they get softer in the cheese and absorb it. They're like little cheese sticks. Sorry. I actually really like fondue?"
Cooking wasn't something Bucky had been into before he'd gone into the service. It was turning into something he wanted to do now. Had to do really since the other option was to depend on Steve or eat out every meal.
~*~
Sharon wasn't faking. She wasn't positive that her enthusiasm was only because of how attracted she was to Bucky specifically, or of how long it's been since she'd been treated this way factored in. But she was there with him, and there was nowhere else she'd rather be. (Except with her daughter, of course.)
Watching him preparing the dinner was pretty sexy, so she didn't interrupt. Then a smile broke across her lips. “It's okay. I don't blame you for enjoying fondue.”
She stepped up beside him and skewered a chunk of bread to get started.
~*~
"Thanks. I know it's not exactly---I could have taken you to a fancy restaurant. I just wanted to spend the night with you by ourselves. No one else looking. No one else around. I wanted a chance to have you all to myself. I'm good at sharing, don't get me wrong, but I think I'm allowed one day to be selfish."
Bucky had never had any toys of his own growing up. Their family had been poor to an extent most couldn't understand unless they'd been there themselves. He had shared toys with Steve Rogers and his sisters and neighborhood kids. Some of the things he'd played with had been made by his mother out of boxes and string and fabric and scrap metal; some of his toys had literally been nothing except junk thrown out by people who had too much stuff.
He didn't think Sharon would blame him for wanting a night alone with her.
"I know I can't expect this often. A night alone. I don't mind either. Your family comes first. I would never expect you to put me before your family. I just thought maybe you'd like a night alone, too. Was I wrong in thinking that?"
~*~
Sharon's free hand wrapped around Bucky's arm. His good arm, the side she was standing on. She leaned in close and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. "What a great day to be selfish." She teased. Valentine's Day was supposed to be a day of love and affection? A day of showing your loved ones how much you cared... and Bucky was being selfish. It was cute. And she was flattered.
"No." She set the skewer aside and gave his arm a tug, pulling him around to face her. Food was the last thing on her mind at the moment, now that he'd put all that out there like that. She felt wanted--adored, even--and there was nothing sexier than that. "You weren't wrong."
This time Sharon initiated the kiss. It was hungry and passionate--a woman expressing everything she wanted in her mouth against his. Put the food out of your mind, it said. Come take me to bed. She wasn't going to take no for an answer.
~*~
Food was supposed to be romantic, but Bucky hadn't expected Sharon to want to skip dinner since she was apparently hungrier for him than fondue. He'd been a good-looking man once. Women were frequent visitors to his bed though no one in particular had been offered to stay longer than a few nights. Bucky wasn't the kind who expected to get the girl for the long haul since he wasn't the kind women wanted to settle down with forever.
He was a good enough for now guy, not a forever guy.
Or he had been.
Worrying Sharon's bottom lip between his teeth, Bucky let go of her mouth reluctantly to say, "I'm going to turn off the burners for a while. This? It'll keep. That's another check in the plus column for fondue."
He put enough distance between them so he could get his jacket off. There was a trick to unbuttoning a shirt with one hand. Bucky had gotten very, very good at it since doing rehab. His shirt was hanging open with his chest naked beneath when he stopped.
Sharon was perfect, physically speaking, and the place was lit up brighter than it should have been courtesy of candles and lamps.
"Do you want to get rid of some of these lights? I figured I'd ask. Lady's choice. I'm a lucky man either way."
~*~
Sharon nodded. "Yay fondue," she said, playfully, then kicked off her shoes while he was turning the burners off. There was an excitement in the air--like electricity-- and it had her energized. Nervous, but anticipating every breath, every touch. It'd been a long time for Sharon, and she felt like she had a new body: a mom's body. How was it going to react to everything? She'd never shown anyone her c-section scar, but she didn't think Bucky was going to care. It made her a little self-conscious, but not enough to turn out all the lights.
"I don't care about the lights," she replied, stepping back over to him. She was a bit shorter now, without her heels. One of her hands came up to touch his bare chest between the now-open sides of his shirt. "I just want you."
~*~
"I can feel in the arm. I just don't have enough motor control left in it to do more than move it around at the shoulder. My shoulder is---sensitive where the scars are so if you want to grab something? Grab anything else other than my shoulder."
Bucky tried not to make it sound as if he were as bad as some Gremlin: coming with instructions and shit. He had to let her know up front what she was getting into all the same. Her body was a gift he wasn't sure he was good enough to be allowed to have. The idea of being able to make love with Sharon made him want to ask what he'd done to get so lucky. The fact it was going to happen?
Well, that made Bucky want to prove he wasn't just a cripple with a mangled mind.
He shrugged his shirt off completely, unfastened his belt, and toed off his boots right where he stood. Bucky never took his eyes off Sharon's face while he worked at stripping himself. If she wanted him to slow down or stop? Bucky would know it. He'd see it in her face. There was a whole world written on Sharon's face if a man only stopped to look at it, explore it, see what wonders were there waiting to be discovered.
Taking her hand in his good one, Bucky raised her arm up to hook around his neck, "Wrap your arms around my neck. I'm going to pick you up. I want to feel your weight against me. I want to feel your legs around me. Your arms around me. You. Around me. I want to feel you around me."
~*~
Sharon nodded. She would much rather hear where the restrictions were than accidentally hurt him in the middle of all of this. All of this exciting stuff they were about to delve into. She could avoid his shoulder, she was sure of it. Even in the throes of passion, that was something she'd keep in mind.
Her eyes stayed locked with his as he started to shed clothes. His skin felt warm under her fingertips. As much as she longed to make this last forever, she knew she was far too hungry for it to take her time. Hopefully Bucky would be able to control himself better than she was.
Sharon gave another nod, lifting both arms to wrap around his neck. She climbed up into his arms, her skirt shifting up and around her waist. And her mouth found his cheek, his jaw, his ear. "Take me to bed."
~*~
Some questions a man didn't need to be asked twice. Bucky let his bad arm dangle uselessly at his side while he held Sharon up with the one he still had functional. It helped Sharon had strong muscles to help her hold on. She was more than he deserved and Bucky would never treat her any differently.
"That's the idea," he grinned, padding over to the bed where he slowly lowered them both down, "Do you come with any instructions? Or am I the only Gremlin in this bed."
He was able to use his legs to crawl forward with Sharon clinging to him. Her body was slight, lush in all the best places; Bucky was glad she fit with him as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle. The idea was more romantic than anything he'd expressed in the past, but Bucky hadn't been able to appreciate or understand the value of life, simply living and loving while alive until he had almost lost his chance to live and love.
Bucky settled Sharon with her head on the pillow as he kissed her again. Her mouth was irresistible. She made him feel young, strong, whole again. They were still kissing when he took the chance to lift his good arm up, rucking her skirt up farther so he could reach for her panties.
Hooking his fingers into the side, Bucky broke their kiss to ask, "Can we take these off? I'm thinking you're taking birth control? I'm clean."
~*~
There were goosebumps along Sharon's legs and arms as Bucky easily lifted her and carried her with him to the bed. The room was small, it didn't take long for him to be laying her out on the pillow. And though his body was only an inch from hers, she felt exposed. Exposed in the best way. She hadn't been in this kind of situation in so long... now that she was here, she was all in. Bucky made her feel safe, worshipped, excited. He was sexy. His voice made her toes curl.
"No instructions," Sharon smirked. "But that's my best guy you're calling a Gremlin there. Be careful. I might have to punish you for it." With those words, she leaned up and in, took his earlobe between her lips and sucked gently.
Then he kissed her. And Sharon kissed him back, giving him everything she had. One of her hands tangled in his hair, keeping him in close, her body pressed against his. And suddenly she was wearing far too much clothes. Bra, panties, top, skirt, they were all in the way.
His lips broke from hers and she nearly whimpered. But half-lidded eyes opened, and she nodded. "I'm safe. And clean." Then she lifted her hips so he could get her panties all the way down and off. Her hands came down to unfasten her skirt, too, so that could come off.
~*~
Bucky raised up while Sharon divested herself of her clothes. He finished unfastening his pants, pushing them off his hips along with the boxer briefs which were far too tight since he'd gotten started kissing Sharon. There was a hunger in her kisses Bucky hadn't felt in so long. Women didn't look at him the way they once had before the war. Sharon kissed him as if she'd never met a sexier man.
He could believe he was the only man she wanted with the way she reacted to him.
Bracing his bad hand beside Sharon's body, Bucky let the arm hold him upright as if it were nothing more than an organic prop. He leaned down to nuzzle his face into the hollow of her throat, sucking at the indentation there before he looked up, his chin resting on her breastbone. Her face was perfect up-close. If he'd ever been with a woman as beautiful as Sharon Carter, Bucky didn't remember her which meant it had never happened.
"Take your shirt off. Your bra. I can touch your breasts, right? They're not too tender?"
~*~
"You can do whatever you want to me," Sharon replied, smirking softly. He was enough out of the way that she could sit up on her elbows and wriggle out of her shirt, then tug her bra off. It was a fairly sexy bra, considering it had clasps at the cups so she could fold them down for nursing. She was still nursing her daughter, and her breasts were a little tender... but that actually enhanced the sensations there. "...they might... leak..." Now she was going a little red, a little embarrassed. "Okay, maybe I'm a Gremlin, too. We're a matched set."
After pulling the rest of her clothes off she settled back down against him, curling in and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. She turned to nuzzle her nose in against his, then stole a few soft, soft kisses. "I'm sorry. It's not the sexiest thing in the world."
~*~
Sweet kisses were rare in Bucky's life. He enjoyed the ones he got from Sharon, smiling because he wasn't able to hold back. They weren't the same in his eyes, but it made him feel better to imagine Sharon saw him as worthy of her. The trust she gave him was enough to make him feel heady.
"I love---your body. You are so beautiful and there is nothing sexier than knowing you trust me with your secrets. The secrets of your body---they're no different than mine. We all have secrets we hide under our clothes."
He moved to his knees so he could trail his good hand down Sharon's body. Bucky stroked his fingertips over her swollen nipples, down the line of her ribs, traced the ring of her navel, and then stopped over the heat of her sex. He could get her off with his fingers. Sharon would feel good. Bucky would have done that for her. It would make them close to each other, but he wanted to get closer.
"Growing up, I hated gym class. My parents were traditionalists. No body modification at all. Being a boy isn't any easier than being a girl. We can't hide when we're naked. I was the only boy in my class who wasn't cut. They called me names and made jokes about---very unsexy things. You are completely sexy to me."
Lowering himself over her again, Bucky let his weight settle atop Sharon to the point at which he could feel the thick length of his cock being hugged between her thighs. His shaft felt damp from her. Arousal was something women could fake if they were given enough of a head start. Sharon had been with him and only him the whole time. She wasn't lying about anything at all. He adjusted until he could feel the exposed head of his cock poised at her entrance.
"Want me to go slow?"
~*~
"We do," Sharon breathed in response. She closed her eyes as he trailed his hand over her body, and was a little embarrassed at how good he made her feel. Sure, she could masturbate at home, but having someone else treating her this way made her feel good in a way that touching herself never had. She was hot and excited and breathing hard.
Then Sharon laughed. He was talking about gym class with his hand against her like this? Such a tease. But she understood what he was saying--that he was different, and he'd always known it. Sharon was vanilla. She always had been. It was an asset to her career when she did undercover work. She could blend in, play any character. She melded with the crowd. They'd had very different experiences with their bodies, it seemed.
She brought a hand down to trail over the side of his face, looking down to meet his eyes. The smile was still there, warm and genuine. "You are perfect to me."
She wrapped her arms up and around his body when he positioned himself above her. The kissing, the touching, the gentle words... it made her ready. She was almost embarrassed about how ready she was for this. It'd been too long. Her body ached for him.
"No." She leaned in to kiss him. Quick, but powerful, as her fingers threaded in the hair on the back of his head. "I'm embarrassed to say I'm not gonna last long."
~*~
"That makes two of us," Bucky muttered.
He thrust into her as their lips crashed together, waves breaking on a shore. It was the closest he'd felt to anyone in way, way too long. Bucky groaned against her mouth as he felt her inner walls fluttering, fighting to accept him or reject him or both at once. The air around them felt hotter. It was as if being able to be inside her was enough to set Bucky on fire outside as well. He couldn't think.
Roughly adjusting his bad arm to brace himself against the bed's headboard, he moved his hips back, pulling out only to push back in, hard enough to jar them both on the bed. It made him make a sound he couldn't put words to before he found a way to get enough traction to drive into her over and over again. His flesh slid smoothly inside hers while hers gripped and pulled at him with every thrust.
Bucky kissed her face, her throat, her neck, and hesitantly he placed a chaste kiss to her swollen nipple before dragging his tongue across it.
"If I use my mouth on you, will it hurt or feel good? You smell sweet. Sticky. I want to make you feel good."
He could feel the tension building in the base of his spine as he was thrusting into her, unable to stop even as he tried to talk to her. Bucky fumbled for her hand until he could push it between their bodies, right where they were joined. He could feel his cock where it was stretching out her body, could feel her body stretched around his width, could feel the hard nub of her clit at the apex of her sex. Bucky wanted her to come. He wanted to make her come, but he couldn't do it from the angle they were at and she could.
"Rub yourself. The way you like it. I want you to come. I want to feel you come."
He stopped thinking about why he shouldn't suck on her nipples at that stage and wrapped his mouth around one. Sharon's breast felt full to bursting under his tongue, at his touch. Bucky sucked lightly before worrying her nipple with his tongue, avoiding using his teeth since he wasn't sure if it would hurt her or not. All he knew was he had to taste her breasts and he had to keep thrusting into her because some animal part of him wouldn't let him stop.
~*~
A gasp escaped her when he pushed in. She felt her back arch, her knees lift, her toes curl. It was the closest she'd been to anyone in a very long time, and she wanted it to go on forever and ever. Her mind was blank save for the thought of him--not a conscious thought, not a remembering of his face, or his lips or hands. It was the essence of Bucky that filled her senses. She tasted his tongue, she smelled his breath, she felt his body against hers, filling her from the inside. His words and gasps filled her ears, his face contorted with pleasure was a joy to look upon.
"You do make me feel good," she moaned, hands reaching to touch his skin. His lower back, his good arm, his neck, his hair. She let her hands wander over every inch she could reach, save for his shoulder. That part was off-limits. She wasn't thinking about it, but followed his instructions to the letter.
"God, anything, just… please don't stop," another whimper escaped her when he shoved her hand down between them, and she pressed her fingertips against her swollen clit. Then his mouth was against her breast, and any words of warning caught in her throat. Any provocation on that breast and it would leak milk. It made her feel a little self-conscious, but at the same time... the idea of feeding him was a little sexy. Maybe more than a little. He was taking everything her body had to give, and she was giving it more than willingly.
WIthout any further conscious thought, Sharon's fingers started to move, to rub, and she felt her climax start. The whole world went hot and tight. Trying not to think about how embarrassing it was that she was coming so soon into their lovemaking, Sharon let it wash over her. It was the strongest, most body-shaking climax she’d had since before Viv… maybe since before Viv was conceived. She rubbed hard against herself to prolong her pleasure, a deep, breathy moan escaping her.
~*~
Tight was what Sharon had been before she reached orgasm. During? Her body was like a vice clamping around Bucky, fairly forcing him to fall over the edge with her. It was as if a dam had broken loose. His hips shutter-stuttered into the cradle of hers while he road out the lightning; Bucky didn't notice the milk flowing into his mouth, over his chest, leaking between them until he was suddenly aware of how they were both a real mess.
He laughed as he tried to catch his breath. It was almost as if he'd been the one to have asthma, not Steve, and for the first time in his life? Bucky wasn't interested in anything to do with Steve Rogers because all he wanted was to be with Sharon. They could be together as only the two of them for this day. Valentine's Day was a day for lovers and Bucky could not help chuckling as he sat back on his haunches, pulling Sharon up to straddle his thighs.
"We are a mess. A very, very sweet mess. Don't judge me on this performance alone, okay? I can usually do better. You're just too good to be true."
Rubbing his nose against hers, Bucky kept smiling, "How about we take a shower, I was your back, you wash mine, and then we eat something and maybe---maybe go for a longer round in the second match?"
~*~
Bucky was amazing when he finished. His body was tight, his breath held with hers, their bodies still entwined. This was absolutely what Sharon had wanted. Needed, actually. She realized it as she came down from that incredible high. Her body quivered as she relaxed, melting down against the mattress. Laugher escaped her when she felt how sticky they were--it was a nervous, almost self-conscious laughter.
Like butter, she melted against him as he moved her body, arms wrapping around him to hold on for dear life. Her head came to rest against his good shoulder, her lips mumbling exhausted, satiated kisses to the skin of his neck. "You did fine," she said, one hand coming up to trail her fingers along the opposite side of his neck. "I have absolutely no complaints."
Moving to the shower wasn't really something that Sharon wanted to do, but she knew they really should wash some of this sex and milk off. And then some dinner. And then round two. A little smile crossed her lips and she lifted her head from its resting place. "That sounds like the best Valentine's Day ever."