[WWII AU] a long-awaited mission

[nerves_of_ice]

He'd wondered what was up when Steve had asked him to join the strategy meeting with him and Colonel Phillips that morning, just after breakfast. His best friend had tried to keep it casual, given that the guys were around, but Bucky can still read him as easy as any book.

It had taken less than three minutes for him to realize, and a solid five hours for them to plan the details of the mission. They'd worked through lunch, and by the time he leaves officers' country, Bucky's nearly vibrating with excitement.

Zola. After all this time, they've finally got a lead on the son-of-a-bitch. And it's a good one. First Zola, then Schmidt, and then--

He doesn't let himself think about that yet. He can't. Bucky reminds himself to stay focused as he moves quickly along the hallways, heading for the weapons room.

They'll all be getting the official orders at the afternoon's training session, but he can't sit still. Not now. Might as well check over his gear and make sure everything's as tuned up as it can possibly be.

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[nerves_of_ice]

He lays the fabric gently open over her back and slips it down her shoulders. "This dress is pretty," he murmurs. "But you're beautiful, baby."

[from_the_outside]

"And you're gorgeous."

She unbuttons enough of his shirt to expose his undershirt and smoothes her fingers over the white cotton. "I always thought so, even when I only knew you from pictures."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Wait, you did? Really?” He looks almost shyly pleased by that.

[from_the_outside]

She flushes slightly, a little embarrassed. "Really."

It's a good thing he's taken everything so strange about her in stride, because she has to imagine that would be a little weird to hear. "It was a dream come true, Bucky Barnes flirting with me."

[nerves_of_ice]

He runs his hands up and down her shoulders, toying with the straps of her brassiere. “Was I at all like you imagined? If you imagined?”

[from_the_outside]

"Well, I don't think you're quite the womanizer Aunt Peggy made you out to be," she teases, low, and finishes unbuttoning his shirt before smoothing her hands over his chest. "But I always imagined you were kind, and funny, and charming. And you're all that and so much more."

She shakes her head, smiling. "You're smart, and sweet, and the way you look at me makes me feel like I can do anything."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Well, I hadn’t met you yet,” he points out. Bucky leans forward to kiss her shoulders where the straps rest, then slips them loose one after the other. “And you can do anything, as far as I’m concerned.”

[from_the_outside]

"I think you can, too."

She tugs his shirt and undershirt out from his trousers, then slips her fingers beneath the hems to skim along his bare sides. "I think you're amazing, Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shivers as her fingers brush his skin, and breathes kisses over her shoulder. They’ll find out soon enough if that’s true, but he doesn’t want to say it. “You say the sweetest things.”

[from_the_outside]

"I mean them all."

She runs her hands up beneath his undershirt, sliding her palms over the ladder of his ribs. "I've never known anyone like you before. You're one of a kind."

[nerves_of_ice]

“You bring me to my knees, angel.” His fingers are trembling slightly with everything he’s feeling as he unfastens her bra and slips it free. Cherishing her, Bucky places more kisses along her collarbone before he looks up at her again and leans up to kiss her lips.

[from_the_outside]

"It's only fair."

She kisses him back, then tugs at his shirts. "Take these off, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Anything you ask,” he murmurs, and strips them over his head with a lithe twist before smiling at her. “Your turn.”

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him once more, then slips out of his lap to stand so she can push her undone dress down and off her hips with a little wiggle, leaving her in tap pants and stockings as she leans down to kiss him again.

[nerves_of_ice]

He groans aloud at the sight as she shimmies and is left standing in her underthings. “Sharon.” His voice is rough. “I’m only human.”

[from_the_outside]

She bites at her lip, grinning, and runs her fingers through his hair to leave it standing and rumpled. "Come get me, soldier boy."

[nerves_of_ice]

He rolls to his feet and scoops her up in his arms, then gives her a quick grin before he captures her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.

Bucky lays her on the bed and follows her down, kissing her back into the pillow.

[from_the_outside]

Even with everything hanging over them, she squeaks and giggles, grinning hard as Bucky picks her up and swings her off her feet, then sends them both bouncing onto the bed. "Bucky," she murmurs, her hands at his belt, undoing his trousers, her eyes warm and wanting on his face. "Love me."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I will,” he promises, between kisses. He strokes a hand over her hip, over the delicate material of her underthings, over the curves of her. “I do.”

[from_the_outside]

She runs her hands up along his back, feeling him strong and solid and warm under her palms, then pushes his slacks and shorts over his hips as she returns each kiss with sweet abandon.

[nerves_of_ice]

He arches up into her touch, easing the way for her, then kicks the rest of his clothes off and tugs lightly at the waist of her tap pants.

[from_the_outside]

"Take them off," she orders, breathless. "I want to feel you. All of you."

[nerves_of_ice]

His smile is sweet and just slightly wicked as he shifts back to kneel over her. Bucky slowly removes one stocking, then the other, as he does running his hands over her hip, her thigh, her calf.

Slow and deliberate, he reaches for her tap pants and slips them down over her curves and then off - and then starts kissing his way back up her legs.

[from_the_outside]

She watches him from where her head is resting on his pillow, her eyes dark and fond and amused and her hair spread in a chaos of gold. Everything in her is thrumming and vital and alive, her blood beating bright in her veins, shivers rolling over her each time his mouth presses to her skin. "Lose your way down there, soldier?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not lost, just exploring," he tells her, straight-faced except for the warmth in his glance. Bucky kisses her calf, then the side of her knee, then her inner thigh, lingering over each spot.