[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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[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."

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"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."

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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.

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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."

[from_the_outside]

How could anyone resist that request? "Bucky," she murmurs again, trembling like a leaf in autumn as he runs the edge of his teeth lightly over her skin and kisses her again. "Bucky, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

She shivers against him and he can't resist wrapping both arms around her and holding her tight. "Yes," he tells her, placing kiss after kiss around her throat like a string of pearls as he shifts to the other side to see if he can make her tremble and cry out like that again. "I've got you, baby."

[from_the_outside]

She tips her head back and to the other side to give him room, her hair spilling over her collar, and tries to breathe. It's a losing proposition, every gasp of air seems to incinerate on contact with her lungs.

"Your arms feel so good around me," she murmurs. So much better than the stilted embrace from the morning. "Bucky, you feel so good."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I want you to feel good," he tells her, then nibbles and draws with his lips on the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck and shoulder as she tilts her head, opening the way for him to drown in her. "I want to give you what you want, baby."

[from_the_outside]

"I want you."

God, she does. More than anything. It's like fire licking at her blood. He reaches the spot at the base of her neck on the other side of her body and she shakes again, her knees turning to water.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You have me," he promises. She shudders and wobbles a little as he kisses her at the curve of her throat, and he slides his arm lower, holding her around her waist, supporting her against him as he kisses her there again.

[from_the_outside]

She wishes, god, she wishes more than anything that were true. Maybe she has him in this moment, but it's like grabbing at smoke, or a dream; he's impossible to keep.

But she wants it to be true. "Good," she murmurs, and tugs lightly at his hair to get him to raise his head. "Kiss me, soldier boy."

[nerves_of_ice]

His eyes are blown almost black as he looks up at her, but his smile is a sweet and shining thing.

"Yes, ma'am," he agrees, and takes her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a small sound and kisses him back, drowning in the taste and feel of him. "Yes," she murmurs, her eyes closed. "Like that."

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a low noise of affirmation and kisses her like that again, then again, deep, drugging kisses as he holds her in his arms, as close to him as he can.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back over and over, deep and passionate, her arms curling back around his neck as she presses herself close to his chest. As close as two people can get, she remembers Stark saying, but he was wrong. She wants to get so much closer.

She's sure her lipstick is smudged to hell and back, or maybe worn away entirely, and she can't care. All she wants is more.

[nerves_of_ice]

She stretches herself against him and he groans low and deep in his chest at the feel of her body pressed to his. Bucky curls one arm around her waist and runs his other hand slowly up and down her back as he kisses her, exploring her shoulders, the curve of her side, the swell of her hip.

[from_the_outside]

His hand runs warm and firm over her body and she whimpers as he strokes over her shoulder and back, down to the curve of her hip. Her own fingers run through his hair and along his neck, over his shoulders and back up again, desperate to feel him against her, desire simmering in her veins.

"You make me feel like I'm about to burn up," she murmurs, with a breath of laughter against his mouth.