Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-07-29 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !partner thread, bucky barnes (winter soldier), sharon carter |
Who: Bucky, Viv and Sharon
When: Late July
Where: Sharon’s Place
What: A much needed conversation
Rating/Warnings: Very high, lots of sex.
Status: Complete
Sharon had left Viv with Bucky for a couple of hours so she could run out and take care of some errands. Things like going to the bank or the grocery store were easy when one didn’t have an infant to cart around. Trying to get more than one stop done in the same trip turned an hour-long errand run into a half-day errand run. Sharon didn’t have time for that.
So leaving Viv with Bucky seemed like a no-brainer. He could change a diaper and entertain an infant. Besides, now that things were more serious with Sharon and Bucky (she’d just given him a drawer in her bedroom bureau and a shelf in the bathroom hidden cupboard behind the mirror) he should have some Viv time when she wasn’t around to temper it. Let them bond.
After the post office, bank, Starbucks run and supermarket, Sharon was in pretty high spirits as she came through the front door of her place. “Honey? I’m home!” She called out, kicking the door closed behind her. Her keys clattered to the floor, as she was trying to juggle a package and way too many bags of groceries than would fit in two hands.
~*~
Viv had gotten played out a long time before Bucky had figured she would. Time spent with her was always precious to him. In her, Bucky could see the girl he imagined Sharon had once been and he could remember his sisters, happier times, easier times in his life. They'd been working on a system where he could take over for Sharon anytime she needed him. He tried not to feel as if he were some latchkey kid instead of her---what? Boyfriend? Lover?
They were adults who were dating. What kind of language was he supposed to use to describe the pair of them?
"Hey, beautiful, come on in! It's only you and me now. Vivi's down for her nap."
Bucky moved to take some bags from Sharon as he shook his head at her.
"Anything to keep from making two trips to the car?"
~*~
Sharon had told Bucky early on that she was looking for something serious, she was looking for something for forever. She didn't want to casually date. She couldn't, really, it wouldn't be fair to Viv, or to herself. More than anything Sharon needed a partner. That's what she was looking for, and that's what she'd found in Bucky.
"No, this is everything," Sharon said, handing half the bags over to Bucky. She brought the groceries into the kitchen, smiling softly, and set them up on the counter. "Mission accomplished," she said. "Bank, post office and store all in one trip. Without having to get a baby in and out of the car." Cut the amount of time she'd spent down considerably.
Once all the groceries were inside and she had her hands free, Sharon turned to give Bucky a kiss in greeting.
~*~
Was it possible for him to get lucky enough to have this for himself? Something long-term? Bucky wasn't sure about long-term though he was certain he was going to enjoy every moment he had with Sharon while he had it. He kissed her back with a casual quickness. It was nice to see her in such a good mood, to know he'd had a part in it even if it was a small one. She trusted him with her daughter, with her home, with her body.
She trusted him.
That was enough for Bucky to keep smiling.
"I like it when you say things all officially. Mission accomplished, huh? Are we a go for Operation Adult Time now?"
~*~
Sharon gave a little laugh, then reached into one of the bags. “We are absolutely a go for Operation Adult Time,” she agreed, pulling out a bottle of Lambic Beer. Then she moved to the drawer and dug through for a bottle opener. Today was a great day so far. Time with Bucky made any day better.
“On my mark,” she added, smirking at him over her shoulder. She started opening the bottle, then pointed at the glasses in the cabinet to communicate he should get them out.
~*~
"Yes, ma'am," Bucky saluted as he got two glasses out, placing them in front of the beer bottles she was opening.
Her preference was to drink from a glass while his was to drink out of the bottle since it was easier. Dishes weren't easy with one arm. They were hardly at an impasse over how to drink their beer though; Bucky was starting to enjoy having a glass to drink from courtesy of a particular woman. It seemed luxurious in a way. There was something almost decadent about using a glass when he didn't absolutely have to---though he wasn't about to tell Sharon anything of the sort.
"You have a preference for how we spend Adult Time? I've got some ideas myself though I'm open to all suggestions."
~*~
“Well,” Sharon said, opening bottles and filling glasses, “I figure we drink and put away groceries, then find some other way to occupy the rest of Viv’s nap.” She said, and took a sip from her glass. Drinking lambic beer from a wine glass made it seem fancy, even though it wasn’t necessarily.
“I would like to hear what your ideas are about that.” She set the glass down and started pulling food out of the grocery bags to put away. “Oh, and feel free to distract me while I set about emptying these bags.”
~*~
Sharon was the one who was distracting. Everytime she moved Bucky found a new reason to love her. Her body was lush, womanly, and she had a casual grace to her which didn't put her on any pedestal. Bucky could appreciate that most of all because he wasn't in any shape to be the perfect prince for anyone's fairytale ending. The way she stooped showed off glimpses of her breasts, making him forget what he was going to say until he chuckled and brushed his hand through his hair.
"I think you're the one who is doing a fine job of being distracting. Every move you make. I sound like a bad love ballad. Sharon, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I swear I could spend the next two hours doing nothing except watching your breasts move under your shirt and be the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet."
Bucky should have considered himself lucky enough to simply be alive.
~*~
Sharon chuckled softly, though she was growing pink at his attentions, at his compliments. She shook her head a little, putting the bread in the breadbox, then turned her eyes back over to him. “It’s just because I’m still nursing, and they’re still big from that. Believe me, they won’t be as impressive once Viv is weaned and they simply dangle like deflated water balloons, nipples pointing straight at the floor.”
But she moved over to him. Now that the groceries were all put away, she had empty hands. And filled them with his hair, pushing her body against his and wrapping arms up and around him.
“I like it when you sound like a bad love ballad.”
~*~
Bucky pushed his good hand into Sharon's hair in return, "If you're trying to turn me off? You aren't going to manage. All I think about when I imagine you no longer nursing is how we'll have to start being more careful so you don't wind up pregnant again before Vivi's ready to be a big sister."
His sisters told him how they'd enjoyed the time after having their kids. It gave them greater freedom with their husbands since the chances of getting pregnant while breastfeeding were lower. Bucky wasn't sure why that was true. All he knew was he and Sharon didn't worry about anything when they were together. It was as if the world stopped so they could start over together, the two of them all fresh and new in a world completely their own.
"I'm here for as long as you want me. Me? I want you forever. If I have to sound like a bad love ballad to keep you forever, I can do that. Easy."
~*~
Sharon's eyes fell closed at the feel of his hand in her hair. She leaned in a little, tipping her head to the side and almost purred. Then her eyes opened again at his words. before Viv's ready to be a big sister.
A flicker of bewilderment crossed over her face, then... hope. She felt her heart thundering, her breath caught at his words.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said, shaking her head a little. The smile had gone mostly, leaving behind an expression caught between fear and hope. "You lost me at forever. I'm still trying to process that."
~*~
Women who looked as beautiful as Sharon Carter should never have anything close to fear on their faces. Bucky bent down to close the distance between her mouth and his, seizing her lips in a kiss as he held her head captive with the close grip he had on her hair. She could get away if she wanted. He wasn't trying to prove any kind of Alpha male dominant bullshit to Sharon so much as making certain he didn't fuck up the opportunity to plunder her mouth as thoroughly as watching her put away groceries had wrecked his concentration.
He turned, taking her with him, until he was sure her back was against the far counter. Bucky knew it was tall enough for Sharon to sit on without putting her out of reach. They'd made use of multiple surfaces in her house for the purpose of 'Adult Time' while Viv was sleeping. All he had to do was get his thigh between hers. Sharon had great legs. Bucky wanted to feel them around his waist as soon as possible.
Releasing her lips, he asked, "You want to get on the counter or you want me to put you on the counter? I figure I'll let you off with simple decisions while you're processing what I might look like when you wake up next to me twenty years from now."
~*~
Then kissing. Oh, the kissing. Sharon loved the way Bucky kissed her--as if he'd been on a deserted island for fifty years and she was the first woman he'd seen. Or he was drowning or starving, and she was his lifeline. He made her knees go weak, her heart race, her head flutter.
Her hands trailed out of his hair, fingertips trailing down the sides of his neck, then rested them against his chest. She pushed very gently against him, climbing backward up onto the counter, then lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.
"You still see us together twenty years from now?" She whispered, flicking a little hair out of her face. "Because I have it on good authority that my bed hair has only gotten worse over time. Who knows what it'll be like twenty years from now."
~*~
"You could be bald twenty years from now and I'd still see the most beautiful woman in the world when I looked at you."
It would have been a line except Bucky's brain wasn't getting enough blood to offer up anything other than the honest truth. He released his hold on her hair to let her make herself comfortable on the counter; Bucky couldn't help running his hand from the calf wrapped around his waist all the way up to Sharon's knee then even further until he was groping her thigh. Her legs were fantastic. He really could get off from nothing more than feeling them around him while he ground his hips between hers.
"I still see us together fifty years from now. For some reason? I don't feel as if I can ever get old when I'm with you. You make me feel invincible. Eternal. It's amazing."
Bucky kissed Sharon again before he could say something stupid and ruin the moment.
~*~
Sharon didn't say anything, either. By the time he finished speaking, he was kissing her again, and she wrapped her arms around him to return his kiss. There was passion and hunger in it, but also something soft, warm, and gentle. Affection. She poured all her emotion into the kiss, showing him how much she loved him in that moment.
"Forever sounds good," she whispered against his lips between hungry kisses. "I want forever. I want it with you." Her eyes still closed, she pressed her forehead against his. In this moment of vulnerability, of emotion, of passion, she couldn’t stop herself from continuing. "I want... I want to give Viv a little brother or sister. I want the white picket fence. I want a dog and a cat. I want it all."
~*~
Starving. Bucky was starving for what Sharon was offering. She was everything to him as he stole breath from between her lips, right out of her mouth, taking the life she offered him with every panted promise. They were adults. There was enough chemistry between them to offer up nothing short of a barely contained forest fire; all Bucky wanted to do was see how long it would take for both their clothes to burn off.
"That means you're going to marry me then," he smiled as he bit her lower lip, worrying it between his teeth before releasing it, "We have to do it all up honest. I'm a good Catholic boy in case you didn't know. Take your shirt off."
He stepped back enough to fight his own off, busying himself with the buttons of his fly for a moment before stepping close again to skim his fingers up Sharon's ribcage to capture her breast as she exposed her chest to him. Even through a bra, her nipples were hard, visible, and Bucky didn't waste time with more words as he pulled at the cup to get it to release from its front clasp so he could get his mouth on one straining peak.
Thank God for nursing bras. They should all be such easy access.
~*~
“No.” Sharon said, simply, though she tugged her shirt up and over her head anyway, and tossed it aside. “You don’t get to say something like you’re going to marry me then. I expect a proper proposal with--” his mouth found her breast and she gave a little gasp, one hand coming to rest on his good shoulder for support. When they’d first become intimate, Sharon had felt a bit of embarrassment at his attention to her breasts. A bit of concern, too, because his mouth on her breast meant… well. There was milk in there. And he would get a mouthful if he suckled even the slightest bit. (Hell, sometimes without any provocation her nipples started to leak or even squirt.) But he didn’t seem to mind it. Actually, he seemed to enjoy it. And a part of her got off on feeding him. It was damn sexy, in a way she’d never expected.
“--with a ring…” She added, though her thoughts were now distracted, her breath coming in gasps. He made her toes curl inside her shoes, her knees go weak. Thankfully, she was sitting up on the counter and didn’t have to worry about it. Her free hand came down to hold onto said counter, fingers clinging as she let him do whatever he wanted with her body.
~*~
"You'll get your ring. I'll give you a real proposal. On one knee. I'll even give you the whole white picket fence if you let me though I do insist on a view of the beach from the back yard."
Bucky licked his lips from the sweet fluid which always seem to be ready to burst out at any moment from Sharon's breasts. They were swollen more often than not which made him wonder if that was normal for a nursing mother or if it was something unique to her. He didn't know about that part of the motherhood experience because the only women he'd known with babies had been his sisters who he couldn't exactly ask any questions of that sort to without getting plenty of questions in return.
He loved Sharon's body. She was petite enough to where he could lift her even with one arm. Her legs fit around him so well it was as if she were made for him. That was romanticism. Bucky knew better than to think anything else. People wanted to believe in the concept of soulmates, but it was all about science at heart. Pheromones and hormones and all those other things he hadn't understood while he was toiling his way through school until he could get out to go do something he was better at, something with his hands.
"Push your jeans down for me. God, I love you."
She'd have to do it for him so he could put her back on the counter. They could make this work. They were making it work. She loved him back. Bucky knew she did. He loved her, he loved her daughter, they were a good fit. They could be a family.
~*~
Sharon's heart was thundering now at the thought. This was it. They were forever. Bucky wanted to marry her, to make children with her, to be a family, to be a father figure to Viv. It made Sharon's heart fill, her body react in physical ways. They fit together like puzzle pieces. There were still secrets, still things she should have talked to him about. But that would come in time.
She nodded, reaching both hands down to unfasten her pants and wriggle them down. No hesitation. Her shoes came off, clunking down to the floor on either side of him.
"I love you, too," she whispered, once her jeans were down, off, and out of the way. Both of her hands came over to tangle in his hair, forcing his head up so she could kiss him hungrily. Deeply, Her tongue probing his mouth in a meaningful way. There wasn't enough of him to satiate her.
~*~
"So much. I just---I just love you so much."
Words were lost against Sharon's skin as Bucky kissed her lips, sucked at her tongue the way he'd suckled from her nipple. He hoped she could tell how sweet she tasted from his mouth. All he wanted was to make the moment last forever. Vivi slept so well these days. She wouldn't wake up for at least another hour. They'd start here. Here in the kitchen, they could start here but Bucky knew they wouldn't have to finish here even if they did cross one finish line.
They weren't in a race, but, if they were in a race, they were in the kind where they could go one lap after another while only racing each other.
Her body could take more than it looked like it could. Bucky wasn't careful as he put her back on the counter while they kissed, tasted, sucked and licked at each other's mouths. Sharon fit on the counter exactly at the right height for him to push his jeans down further, taking his boxer briefs down enough to free his cock, his balls feeling tight, swollen to bursting like Sharon's beautiful breasts.
"Tell me you love me again."
Bucky positioned his cock at her entrance. The heat of her sex against the swollen tip of his dick made him think he would die if he didn't have her; wetness coated his tip to give him all the encouragement he needed, all the proof he needed Sharon wanted him as much as he wanted her. They fit together. Bucky reminded himself of that as he pushed inside with two quick thrusts of his hips, pulling Sharon nearly off the counter so he could bury himself inside her.
~*~
Sharon had never felt this way before. She'd felt inklings of feelings, stirrings, but nothing compared. She didn't even know it was possible to feel like this. At the same time it was terrifying and thrilling, feeling the future crashing in around her all at once. But it was good, too. Comfortable. Exciting. It felt as if she couldn't wait for forever--if that was even possible.
Not to mention, the sex was absolutely amazing. He made he feel so good. She kissed his mouth, hungrily, tangling her tongue with his, letting her hands wander over his stomach, his hips, his lower back.
"I love you." She said, then her back arched and her head fell back as he filled her. One of her legs wrapped up and around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her breath came back in a gasp, hands tangling in his hair. "I love you, I love you," she mumbled tightening down around his length inside. Her hips pushed down against his, circling once, and finding a really good spot.
~*~
Everything felt too overwhelming yet not overwhelming at all. The world has shrunk to the two of them again. Bucky didn't see anything outside their sphere of influence. He thrust into Sharon over and over hard enough to see stars shattering behind his eyes and to hear the cabinet doors rattling. They might have woken Viv if she was even remotely fussy---but she hadn't been fussy at all which made it perfectly fine to race toward a finish.
He managed to unfasten the other cup of her bra, feasting on her untouched breast as he felt Sharon find her own spot of bliss. The best way to make up for the lack of two good hands was to keep his thrusts deep, grinding his pelvis against hers so he could give her as much as she gave him. Bucky could feel sticky wetness slicking their bellies from Sharon's breasts leaking, her body responding and he sucked harder, wanting to drive her over the edge with him even as he felt his balls drawing up tighter and tighter.
~*~
It was amazing. Sex with Bucky was amazing. It may have been a big part of why and how she’d fallen so deeply in love with him. He’d connected with her in an emotional way, a physical way, and a spiritual way. It felt like the pair had found each other at a point in their lives when the stars aligned. Sharon needed him as much as he needed her, and it made their connection that much more powerful.
Her hands came down to his stomach, his hips, grinding hard and fast against him. She met each of his thrusts with gasps and moans. And then his mouth was on her breast again and the suckling triggered a let down. A powerful, full-body experience that made her uterus contract.
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasped before her voice and breath were taken from her. Her whole body shuddered, pleasure exploding within her. Her orgasm took her by surprise, the exploding sending a wave of milk into his mouth, a wave of wet around his length inside her. She wanted this moment to last forever, the pleasure to go on until the end of time.
~*~
Lightning struck Bucky at the base of his spine, exploding through all his nerve-endings as he himself exploded inside Sharon. Their combined release was as sticky, wet, and wild as anything Bucky had ever experienced. It was a cross between living and dying, a little life leaking out of Sharon's breasts, between her thighs, and a little death seeping inside her courtesy of the complete surrender Bucky had experienced with her.
He collapsed against her, letting her body support his weight along with the counter.
"Nope. Still just Bucky. Give me a few to breathe and I'll take us upstairs to shower off before we start round two. Deal?"
~*~
Sharon chuckled softly at his words, feeling exhausted, coming down from that high. It was powerful, one of the top ten climaxes of her whole life. She turned to rest the side of her face against his head, and nodded. “Deal.” Though, how she was going to walk on those legs, she had no idea. He’d turned them to jelly.