[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]

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."

[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.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Seems only fair,” Bucky says, and kisses her again.

“Press your hand over my heart and feel what you’re doing to me, angel. You’re in my blood.”

[from_the_outside]

She slides her hand down from his shoulder and presses her palm over his heart, feeling it beat strong and rapid, racing beneath her touch. Her own is galloping in her chest, feeling like it skips every other beat.

Sharon pushes up to kiss him, light and lingering and achingly sweet. "I like how you call me that," she murmurs. "Angel."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky’s smile is quick and warm. “It suits you.”

He leans in to kiss her again, more slowly this time, enjoying the taste of her mouth and the feel of her hand pressed to his chest.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles against his lips. "I like that you think it suits me."

And she likes the feel of him beneath her palm, warm and solid and, impossibly, wanting her back.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Well, it does," he insists. Bucky kisses the curve of that smile, then the corners of her mouth, with sweet, light kisses as he gathers her closer into his arms.

He runs one hand up her back and into her hair, cradling the back of her head and trying to coax her to rest it on his shoulder.

[from_the_outside]

She huffs a laugh and sets her head against his shoulder, her forehead tucked into the curve of his neck, and wraps her arms loosely around his, her hands curving up over the backs of his shoulders.

"I don't know how you do it," she murmurs. "I can't get enough of you."

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs, very softly, the vibration of it rumbling through his chest.

"It's a secret."

Even from him, for that matter, but why spoil a good tease?

[from_the_outside]

"I'm very good with secrets, you know," she teases back. She can feel his laugh rumbling in his chest, and it makes her want to pull it out again and again.

"That's my whole job."