[WWII AU] a brand new day

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky wakes in the predawn darkness, long before reveille would normally be called. He spends a few minutes reviewing the mission in his head before he rolls from his cot; there's no room to think about anything else. He meets Steve and the rest of the Howling Commandos at five-fifteen. As planned, they're on the move before the hour has passed.

It's a long day, a hard day, but in the end a successful day, for the most part. The hidden facility carved into the hillside is no more when they leave, HYDRA's agents defeated, their stockpiles destroyed. But there's still no sign of Schmidt, nor of Zola, and that remains incredibly frustrating.

Still, there's reason to celebrate today's win, and the squad's more or less exuberant on their return, some fourteen or so hours later. Steve disappears into the command tent to debrief with Colonel Phillips; Bucky'll catch up with him afterward, as usual. He spends a few minutes trading quips with the others before disappearing to weapons storage to see to his own rifle - also as usual. Something about taking care of it helps him feel like he's cleaning the blood off his own hands.

After that, he finds he's too restless to settle yet, and figures it's not the best idea for him to be around others until he sorts himself out. Bucky wanders along the edge of camp in the dark, then veers from the path and off into the field where he'd spent some time watching the stars only a couple of days ago.

It should be peaceful there, more or less.

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[nerves_of_ice]

A low, rough sound escapes him as she bites her lip, his hand tightening on her shoulder before he catches himself.

They’re in the middle of the field. Anyone could walk by, but he can’t make himself pull away from her.

[from_the_outside]

The sound he makes spears straight into her stomach and knots there, and her fingers tighten in his. If this were her time, she wouldn't waste a second, would just press up and sink her fingers into his hair and kiss him like she's been dying to do all evening.

But it's not her time, and she doesn't want to push him too far past his comfort level.

"If you felt like kissing me again," she tells him, her voice low, "you can. Blanket permission."

[nerves_of_ice]

Her sweet offer nearly brings him to his knees with the wave of desire that washes through him. He’s only a man, and he’d dare any man to resist that gift.

Bucky slides his hand up from her shoulder to curve around the nape of her neck. “Oh, I do, angel,” he assures her as he leans down, his breath warm against her lips for an instant. “Believe me, I do.”

He kisses her, slow and deep and sweet.

[from_the_outside]

Relief ricochets through her, followed swiftly by a rush of pure want that makes her weak in the knees. She makes a soft sound against his mouth and lifts her hand from his arm to curve it gently at the back of his head, fingers sinking into his soft hair as she kisses him back with her heart pounding in her ears.

[nerves_of_ice]

She makes a little sound and shifts closer, her hand sliding into his hair, and he can’t stop himself from tangling his fingers in the silken gold of hers and tilting her head back as he kisses her again and then again.

[from_the_outside]

She untangles her fingers from his and sets her hand on his waist, breathless from his kisses and only wanting more. When the next kiss breaks she takes a breath, then pushes herself up on her toes and kisses him again, with rising passion.

[nerves_of_ice]

He puts his arm around her, his hand on her back, and coaxes her closer as she presses up to him. Bucky traces her lips with his tongue as he kisses her again, teasing her even as he has to fight himself not to pull her against him and sink into her.

[from_the_outside]

She huffs a breath of laughter as he teases her, then bites lightly at his lower lip like she'd done her own. Her hand slips from his waist to his back, fingers curling into fabric as she kisses his mouth again, then the corner of it, then the angle of his jaw and the side of his neck, amused at the lipstick prints she leaves on his skin.

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans aloud, his head falling back to give her access.

“Sharon, baby, god—-“

He scans the field, but there’s no sign of anyone. Still, if anyone should pass by—-

“Come over here, under the tree,” he coaxes, “don’t stop, baby, just come with me.”

[from_the_outside]

"I won't," she promises. He calls her baby and it sizzles into her stomach along with the groan that tugs out of his throat. "I don't want to stop."

But she lets him coax her slowly towards the tree, kissing him step by step until the spreading branches above them blot out the stars. "Bucky," she murmurs, kissing his throat. "Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

They’re sheltered in the shadows, as much as they can be, and he lets himself skim his hands along her shoulders, down her arms and back up again, then wraps both arms around her and pulls her close.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Sharon. God, you’re beautiful.”

[from_the_outside]

"You drive me crazy," she tells him, and reaches up to put her arms around his neck as he embraces her, pulling herself as close as she can as she kisses him, deep and drowning. "Handsome man."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Do I?” He laughs, soft and low, and kisses her again, letting his own rising passion show in the way he draws her closer still and runs one hand up her back to plunge into her hair, tasting her mouth with each deep, intoxicating kiss.

“Look who’s talking.”

[from_the_outside]

"Completely."

She must be crazy, because all of this has to be the stupidest thing she's ever done. She can't get emotionally involved with a man who lived seventy years before her time, even if she didn't already know what happens to him.

She's setting herself up for a broken heart, but she can't seem to stop. All she can do is kiss him back, thrilling to his fingers in her hair and his mouth on hers.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Well, in that case—“

He takes a split second to wipe her lipstick from his mouth with the back of his hand, then kisses her cheek, the spot behind her jaw, and nibbles gently along the curve of her ear as he breathes, “Let me see if I can make it up to you.”

[from_the_outside]

"Oh, god," she groans, and tips her head to give him access as shivers wrack her body from the combination of his warm breath and the light edge of his teeth against the sensitive shell of her ear. Her laugh is breathless and distracted. "Let's see what you've got, Sergeant."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes, ma'am," he teases, with a quiet laugh. "I'll do my best." Even as he says it, he tangles his fingers in her hair and tilts her head just a little further, then works his way slowly and deliberately along her ear, teasing with lips and tongue and teeth, paying close attention to how she responds before he presses a kiss to the delicate skin just behind her earlobe and draws on it with his mouth.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon shivers in his arms and loosens her hold from around his neck, sliding her hands down over his shoulders to his chest, then curving one at the side of his neck. Every kiss and nip and warm lick of his tongue sends electricity arcing through her, and she thinks that right now they'd probably blow Howard's equipment to smithereens if they were hooked up to it.

"I think," she murmurs, "you're making it worse, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles against her skin.

"Do you want me to stop?" It's a serious question.

[from_the_outside]

"Don't stop."

She grips her fingers into his shirt and shakes her head. "Don't stop."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Tell me if you change your mind," he murmurs, and begins to kiss his way along her throat with the same careful, teasing attention, following the line of her pulse.

At the same time, he draws his fingers slowly through her hair and presses his other hand against her back, holding her closer.

[from_the_outside]

She shakes her head and shivers again as he traces the vein down her throat, then slips her fingers up into his hair. Each kiss tugs a small sound or a caught breath from her, leaving her utterly lost in his touch and the sensation of his mouth against her skin.

[nerves_of_ice]

Each whimper and shift in her breathing races through him like lightning. He lets himself fall into the scent of her, the taste of her skin, her warmth and closeness as he reaches the base of her throat. Bucky lingers there with kisses as he shifts, releasing her hair in order to hook a finger into the collar of her uniform, tugging it open at the neck.

[from_the_outside]

His breath puffs warm across the skin at the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and Sharon shakes, hard, as every nerve seems to come to life at once. "Bucky," she groans, and digs her fingers into his hair, her other hand gripping his shirt. "Bucky, Bucky."

She can't stop thinking about his warm bare back against hers in the lab, how his hand feels in hers, how they'd waltzed around the dance floor like they were caught in a dream.

[nerves_of_ice]

His name on her lips is the sweetest of cries, and a jolt of raw desire streaks through him as she closes her hand in his hair and clings to him.

"More," he murmurs, his arm tightening around her. Bucky kisses her again at that sweet spot that had made her shiver so, then nibbles at her skin there and soothes it with his tongue before he laves another kiss upon her. "Say my name like that again, angel."