[oom] in the dark house you have seen the sun rise

[nerves_of_ice]

Ayo had suggested - firmly - that it would not be wise for him to be a part of the response team that's standing ready in case anything goes wrong, and he can't say that he disagrees with her. Instead, Bucky goes to Shuri's lab when 'Irma' and 'Ryan' leave for the meet with the distributor and listens in from there.

Nothing goes wrong. He's glad; they all are, he knows. Once it's clear that they're on their way back and not being followed, Shuri takes off her earpiece and turns to him. "Well. That is good. Everything is going as we had hoped. So now I must ask you - are you ready to proceed tomorrow as we have planned?"

He removes his own earpiece and sets it aside before he answers her. He doesn't want there to be any chance that he'll be overheard, not about this. "Yes," he says, quietly, but without hesitation. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." One corner of his mouth twitches in a rueful smile. "Is it okay to say that I'm a little nervous?"

Shuri takes his hand between hers and holds on. "Of course it is okay," she tells him. "It is no small amount of trust that you have placed in me. This I know."

They sit there in the quiet for a while before he squeezes her hand and lets go. Shuri bounces to her feet and smiles at him. "Now go," she says, attempting a stern manner and failing due to the laughter in her bright eyes as she orders him around. "Do something fun today. I will see you in the morning."

"Okay," Bucky says, and gives her a quick answering smile before he walks out.

He goes back to the hut by the lake. Whether or not that'd been what Shuri had intended, he doesn't know, but it's more peaceful than anywhere else, and right now that's all he wants. Besides, if anyone's looking for him... well, they'll know how to find him there.

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[nerves_of_ice]

That soft hum against his mouth races through him like wildfire. He groans, kisses her again, and slides his hand across her skin, around her body to her back, drawing her closer to him.

[from_the_outside]

Her laugh is breathless as she slips her fingers into his hair, hangs on to him for dear life.

"God, baby, if you keep doing that I don't know if we'll make it inside."

And inside has blankets. His bed. A door that locks... not that anyone's likely to come out this way until they've already left in the morning.

[nerves_of_ice]

He manages to pull back just a little and lowers his head to her shoulder, breathing rapidly, shivering at the feel of her fingers in his hair.

[from_the_outside]

She's shivering under his hand on her skin, his arm around her, at the warm puff of breath against the bare skin of her shoulder.

"Inside," she murmurs. "In a second. And we can pick right back up again."

[nerves_of_ice]

He draws a deep, shuddering breath.

"Put your arms around me," he says, as he slides his arm down from her waist to support her weight. "And hold on tight."

[from_the_outside]

She laughs and puts her arms around his neck, shifting her weight into his right arm.

"Ready when you are," she tells him.

[nerves_of_ice]

He surges to his feet, supporting her against him, kisses her again, then carries her inside.

Bucky sets her down on the bed and leans over to follow her down with another kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She reaches out as they pass through the open door and swings it closed; he doesn't have an extra hand and she can't reach to lock it, but there's no one who's likely to try coming in, or even anyone likely to come down to the hut at all after dark.

And she's not giving up tonight with him for anything.