"Bucky," she gasps. He could ask her for anything in this moment and she'd promise it to him; the moon and stars and air. She'd find a way. He hasn't been able to want in so long, but he wants her and she wants him back, so much it hurts, sharp and aching.

Here, she doesn't have to worry about being too loud, about what the wrong person might hear, and she cries out as he sinks deeply into her, over and over, pushing them pell-mell towards the edge and the dizzying drop beyond.