[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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[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.

[from_the_outside]

She huffs a breath of laughter and watches him, relaxed and unselfconscious. If she could preserve this moment forever in amber, when he's here and warm and perfect and she feels so completely, utterly loved and cherished, she would. "Finding anything interesting?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"More than interesting," he promises her. "Wonderful." He kisses the hollow of her thigh, then presses another kiss to the very center of her and caresses her with flicks of his tongue.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon gasps and shakes, drawing her legs up, feet slipping restlessly on his blankets. One hand grips into the blanket, the other into his hair as she tries to keep her hips from arching up, begging for more. "Bucky," she gasps, as thrills of delight sing through her. "Baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums affirmation against her, shivers running through him at the feel of her hand in his hair, and continues his attentive kisses and caresses. He curves his hands under her, supporting her, encouraging her to move if she wants.

[from_the_outside]

With his hands coaxing her, she can't help rocking her hips to meet his mouth as he sends sweet thrills coursing through her. Muscles in her core tighten and relax, and her head rolls back on the pillow as her eyes close and her chest heaves for breath. She tries to bite back on the sounds trying to pull out of her, but a few small, breathless moans float through the air anyway.

[nerves_of_ice]

He loves hearing the little sounds she can't contain, loves the way she shifts against his hands, loves everything about her. Bucky sets himself to bringing her to the peak with every ounce of focused attention that he can give.

[from_the_outside]

She's shivering uncontrollably, her fingers now gripping hard into his hair, now caressing the back of his head. "Baby," she gasps, as heats rolls through her. "You're going to push me right over."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hums again, pleased, then kisses her belly, her hip, and surges up her body to take her in his arms. "I want to feel you quivering around me, trembling in my arms," he whispers. "Say yes."

[from_the_outside]

"Yes."

Impossible to say anything else. She winds a leg around him, her hands running restlessly along his back, over his rear, pulling him close. "Darling, yes."

[nerves_of_ice]

He kisses her with deep, wild passion as he rolls his hips, pressing close against her, then braces himself on one arm as he reaches blindly for a condom in the drawer nearby.

[from_the_outside]

She takes the second's reprieve to breath deeply, trying to haul herself back from the edge he'd led her to, but he seems determined to hold her there, spinning her head with kisses, overwhelming her with touch. She makes a small sound and mouths kisses along his neck, his shoulder, her fingers gripping at his hips.