[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 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."

[nerves_of_ice]

He presses a light kiss to the top of her head, drawing in the scent of her hair.

"Then I'm sure you'll figure it out."

[from_the_outside]

"You bet I will."

She hums a soft sound as his mouth presses against her hair, then tips her head to mouth a kiss over the side of his neck, feeling more drunk on him than on any alcohol she's ever had. "And pretty soon you'll get to see me in action."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shivers at the feel of her mouth on his skin, and his arms tighten around her.

"True," he murmurs. "Promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

[from_the_outside]

"I'm always careful."

She likes the shiver that runs over him, and nips lightly at the skin she'd just kissed before soothing it with another kiss. "Don't worry."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shivers again, harder this time, and his breath catches in his throat for an instant.

"I'll try." He tips his head to peer down at her. "Are you trying to distract me from worrying?"

[from_the_outside]

"No."

She bites lightly at the cord of muscle at the side of his neck and then draws gently on the skin there with her mouth. "Because you're not worrying, right?"

[nerves_of_ice]

A low groan escapes him, and he tilts his head to the side so she can do whatever she wants.

"Not right now I'm not."

[from_the_outside]

"Don't worry at all."

She mouth her way up his throat to the underside of his jaw, then presses a kiss just below the lobe of his ear. "Come watch Steve test me tomorrow. You'll see."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I was already going to be there," he tells her, as a much stronger shiver runs through him. "Steve asked. But I wouldn't miss it."

He draws a ragged breath and strokes a hand slowly along her back. "Baby, you're setting all my good intentions on fire, you know that, right?"

[from_the_outside]

"You had good intentions?" she teases, and nibbles at the edge of his ear, her voice a whisper on warm breath.

"That is so sweet."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Uh-huh." He gasps in another ragged breath as she teases his ear with her teeth, and runs both hands along her back this time, deliberately tracing the shape of her all the way down to her hips.

[from_the_outside]

"Does that mean you want me to stop?" she murmurs, and slides her hand up to run her fingers into his hair as she runs the edge of her teeth delicately along the shell of his ear, then kisses the lobe.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I really don't," he groans, and curves his hands around her waist in a desperate attempt to keep himself from letting them wander further.

[from_the_outside]

"Good."

She tugs his hair gently to coax him to tip his head so she can work around to the other side of his throat, like he'd done to her earlier. "I want to give you what you want."

[nerves_of_ice]

He willingly follows her lead, letting his head fall back and to the other side as she kisses his throat, trembling with want and with the effort of self-restraint.

"You are," he breathes. "Oh god, baby, believe me, you are."

[from_the_outside]

"Good," she murmurs, running her hand down to his chest to settle it once more over his heart.

He's shaking against her, his hands trembling at her waist, and it makes her slow down, ruthless, as she works her way up the line of his racing pulse toward his ear once more. She bites at it, then kisses his cheek and coaxes him to face her once more so she can kiss his mouth, deep and sweet.

[nerves_of_ice]

He returns her kiss instantly, deep and passionate and wanting, as he wraps both arms around her and pulls her flush against him.

Bucky kisses her again and again, drowning in her.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a small sound and wraps her arms around his neck, then kisses him again and smiles at him, mischievous.

"Still think I'm going to change my mind?"