[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]

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.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shudders against her, fighting for self-control, before he pulls back and sheathes himself with desperate speed. Bucky returns to her and moves against her, his hands running over her body as if he can't get enough of how she feels, which is absolutely true.

[from_the_outside]

She strokes her palms over every inch of skin she can reach; runs her fingers up into his hair; bites gently at his shoulder. "Please," she murmurs. Her heart is racing so rapidly it feels long one long hum instead of separate beats. "Baby, please."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shifts, reaching to support her hips as he sinks into her as deeply as he can, driving into her over and over with slow, smooth strokes. Bucky wraps his other arm around her and kisses her passionately, nearly wild with how much he wants her.

[from_the_outside]

She curls her arms around him, her fingers over his shoulders, and clings to him. Breathy gasps and moans tug themselves from her chest, muffled on his kisses. "I love you," she manages, her voice a rough whisper. She meets each roll of his hips with a rock of her own, desire and pleasure and desepration all threading together in her. "Bucky, I love you."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Darling Sharon. My angel,” he murmurs as he covers her in kisses, as they move together in their own rhythm, faster and more intense. “I love you too.”

[from_the_outside]

She kisses his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his throat; buries her face in the crook of his neck, grips her fingers hard into his hair and at his hips. He'd already pushed her so close to the edge that she won't be able to stand it much longer, although she wants to make it last as long as she can.

[nerves_of_ice]

He’s drowning in the scent and feel of her, lost in storm of desire and need, and he can’t stop touching her. Bucky cups his hand to the curve of her breast, drawing his thumb back and forth across the sensitive tip, and kisses her again and again as he rocks with her.

[from_the_outside]

It hits her like a punch and explodes through her in waves of pleasure. Her head pushes back on his pillow and her fingers tighten in his hair as she swallows a hoarse cry as well as she can.

[nerves_of_ice]

Her pleasure rolls over him like a river, and he throws his head back into her hold as his hips stutter and desire surges.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon wraps her arms around him and tucks her face into the crook of his neck, skin slicked with sweat, trying to catch her breath. "God, Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

He collapses over her, covering her like a blanket, and turns his face into her hair. “Tell me if I’m too heavy.”

He’s not sure where he’ll find the strength to move, but he’ll find it.