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It's closing in on two in the morning by the time Ava hears footsteps approach the door to Bucky's apartment in the Tower. When he called on his secure line, he'd mentioned a chance of being able to come home today, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. It's been crushingly miserable sleeping without him for this long. Even bringing Oreo to share the massive bed with doesn't usually help.
She looks up sharply at the sound, clutching one of his favorite adventure books, Scaramouche, to her chest. He'd been hurt to discover that she's only read it once before and only for the purpose of extra credit. All it took was seeing the sad puppy eyes of Sergeant Barnes to know she'd be rectifying that. That didn't stop her from insisting she needed at least a few hours of makeout time as a proper incentive.
After he got called away for work the following morning, she suddenly had more time to read it than she ever wanted. She's been struggling to pay much attention to it with the possibility of his return.
When he quietly pushes open the door, and she gets her first good look at his face in over a month, Ava wants to sob. She throws open her arms instead, biting down hard on her lip and tossing the book off to the side of the bed. She makes rapid grabbing motions with her hands. "Bucky! C'mere, c'mere, c'mere—"
His expression goes soft enough to melt her insides, and his duffle falls out of his hand to thunk against his wood floors. "You were supposed to be asleep."
"Not a chance of that without you here." She shakes her hands impatiently, making that bittersweet smile on his face turn into a full-on grin.
Bucky charges at the bed with a laugh, tackling her against the mountain of pillows she forced him to buy. She squeals in delight, the sound quickly turning to muffled giggles as he bombardes her lips with his signature eagerness. God, she missed the way he kisses her. The way he zeroes in on her never fails to make her head swim.
"I love you," he mumbles, never stopping the hurried pecking. She wraps her limbs around him as tightly as she can, desperate to feel him again. "Love you so fuckin' much it hurts, beautiful."
"I love you, too." She tightens her arms around his neck, trying to get herself pressed in as close as she can while he steals the breath right out of her lungs. "I missed you so much. They better not—need you again—for a long fucking time—because—I want you—here with me."
"No work calls until my girl gives the go-ahead. You've got my word." His arms move down to her legs, and he lifts her from the bed, his hands cradling the backs of her thighs. "I need a quick shower. Then I'll get us tucked in right."
Her hair is still damp from her own shower, yet she almost offers to go in with him. She almost begs him to skip it entirely. She manages to hold off on both urges, wanting to give him the opportunity to settle back into being home. He's earned a few minutes of not being inundated with how much she missed him. "Take your time."
Bucky chuckles against her lips, the feeling of his stretching smile warming her up all over. "I heard that needy little edge, don't you worry. I'm a lot more interested in holding you than anything. Just wanna get hosed off first. Fuck knows what's on me right now. We'll have to toss those cute little PJs in the hamper just to be safe."
"What a shame," she hums. "Having to spend all night in bed with my boyfriend while I'm naked."
Setting her down on the bathroom counter with a growl, he bites her lip chastizingly. "Knock that off before you get fingered while I still smell like gunpowder."
Ava giggles as she watches him start the long-winded process of removing his work gear. "Was that supposed to be a threat? Sure sounded like an incentive to me."
"Handful." He gives her a stern glare through the effort to push his combat vest off. "Here I was thinking I was coming home to my sleepy little doc. But no, you've been waiting up all night to push my buttons."
"What are you gonna do about it, Barnes?" Crossing her arms playfully, she leans back against his mirror with a grin. She can't help it. She missed him so much, and having the taste of him in her mouth always makes her restless.
"Someone's feeling feisty." He drops the vest onto his counter with one hand, with the resounding impact loud enough to echo, as his other hand goes for his belt. "Spent the flight back fantasizing about waking you up nice and slow, and you're already in a hurry."
"Do you want to go slower?" She squeezes her thighs together somewhat shyly, wrapping her arms around her legs with a small smile. "I wouldn't mind it at all. I'm just excited I get to hold you tonight."
His expression settles halfway between sappy and pained. "You're the most irresistible thing in the world when you're needy, you know that?" He shakes his head and steps back up to the counter to lean in toward her. "Shit. The things I'd do for those beautiful doe eyes."
The way he reaches up to cradle her cheeks before he kisses her forehead leaves her feeling cherished. "I'm not—alright, I'm a little needy. But it's just a need for you. I don't care what we do now that I've got you again."
"Mmm. I know the feeling." His hands move down from her cheeks, caressing the length of both her arms before settling on her thighs. His touch there, at the line where the wool shorts that he bought her cut off, always makes her shiver. The bastard smirks at her for it. "I'm alright with gettin' you a little dirty. How should I go about that, pretty girl?"
The way his fingers are crawling up to pull at the waistband proves that he's already got his own ideas. "I'm not sure, sergeant." Her lips twitch in amusement when he groans wantonly. She missed her freak super soldier so much. "Where are you dirtiest? I want the most bang for my buck."
"Awful fuckin' puns." She gets one of his signature glares right before he steals another kiss from her. The combination has her toes curling against the sides of his legs. "Missed 'em so much. Wish you'd told me when I called that you were looking for an excuse to get clean. I'd have skipped washing up on the Quinjet." He looks down at her shorts, and the glare shifts into a frown. One that looks like it's verging on a pout. "Feels like I got robbed of my favorite candy."
"You're a terror," Ava reminds him with a smile. "What else on you is fucked up at the moment? As a doctor, I'm going to have to object to a few things morally, but the rest you've got my enthusiasm for."
"I didn't get anything that classifies as a biohazard on me this time around. Least I don't think I did." The hand at her waistband moves to one of her hips and yanks, pulling her ass down to the edge of the counter in one move. It leaves her back mostly flat on the polished marble and her head propped against the mirror. She squeals in surprise while he smiles down at her. "I was on perimeter duty this outing. Lotta down time."
Which means that familiar gunpowder smell filling her nostrils came from his rifle, even with his job mainly being detainment. He lays down for his sniper point more and more these days. It's one of the behaviors deprogrammed from him that he didn't bother to break out of for a while. She tries not to let herself get lost in the mental image of him standing or prone. Getting off on that always feels like a step too far.
She unwraps her arms from her legs and plants her feet on the edge of the counter to give him room. "Laying in the grass for hours. Sounds like you had a fun vacation."
"Gave me plenty of time to plot and scheme. Figure out my dastardly plans for when I finally got back." He angles himself between her legs, pressing his thigh in flush against her shorts.
Her hips roll with what feels like muscle memory. The bastard is starting to have her trained. "What'd you come up with?"
His fingers curl in past the waistband, pulling one side of her underwear up into view. She picked out one of her best pairs when he called, not that she'll admit to that without threat or coercion. His eyes stay hungrily locked on the dark red fabric stretching out from her hip. "Thought a lot about these. And how pretty they look around your neck."
She takes a shaky breath, watching his eyes while he watches his fingers. "You've got such a thing for that."
"That's a lot of lip coming from a woman who likes getting herself off on my thigh." He definitely didn't take part in a majority of the mission this time around. That plan to wake her up slowly was for her sake, then. He's restless and racing to meet her half-hearted taunting. And then vault his way over it. "You gonna do that now, pretty girl? Gonna put on a nice little show to welcome me home?"
Her hips grind down harder against his thigh. The way he's pulling at her underwear is forcing it up against her clit, leaving room for the seam of her shorts to follow. The bone-melting combination of pressure and friction is starting to make her eyelids fall. "I thought you wanted to see my panties around my neck?"
"We'll get to that in the shower." Bucky winks down at her when her breath catches in excitement, and his fingers move around to the top of her shorts. He pulls them up to give her even more delicious pressure, dragging a long moan out of her. "I'm not about to get you that dirty. You deserve much better than whatever's on my tacticals."
"Glad one of us is feeling responsible." She lets her head fall back gently against the glass. He always feels so ridiculously wide between her legs, even when it's just one of his. "With how fucking badly I want to cum, it probably wouldn't be that hard to talk me into."
"I love it whenever I get to call you the freak." He punctuates his words by grabbing at her hip, adding his strength to her movements. "You look so far away already. What happened? Did you not have a lot of time to play with yourself while I was gone?"
"It's boring without you," she nearly whines.
"That's what we got you all those toys for."
Ava shakes her head in frustration, trying to force herself up to the edge. It'll be a climb and a half with the level of tolerance he's built up in her. But, for once in her life, her dry spell is going to come in handy. "Takes too much effort."
"Now, now. You're a lot more creative than that. I bet you could come up with more than a few challenges for yourself. You could even call me for some of 'em." His fingers tighten around her throat. It feels more like a tight grip than a genuine squeeze. Maybe the promise of one. His comfort level post-mission is always a toss-up. Sometimes, he wants a day to come down from a combat headspace before they jump into anything. Other times, he doesn't. "Could even record 'em for me. Let me come home to a video of my girl playing with herself all alone in my bed. Making her pretty little pussy drip for me."
"Bucky." She shoves her shoulders back against the glass, trying to get as much pressure as possible against his leg. It's starting to feel stupidly good, especially with how touch-starved she is. "Would you talk me through it?"
"Fuck, I'm in love with you." His fingers still don't clamp down around her throat. Instead, he leans forward ever-so-slightly, pressing down on the front of it. His mouth hangs open for a moment while he watches his cybernetic limb keep her pinned. "I can give my good girl instructions for that. You should call me for it. Get 'em firsthand. Give me a preview of what's waiting for me at home."
They only get to have phone sex when he's not on lockdown during a mission. Usually, they have to skip it as a painful kind of necessity. The stealth assignments are quieter, which means less of a chance for him to get hurt. But it also means not getting to hear his voice every few hours.
Letting her eyes slip closed, Ava nods her head as much as she can where it's being held against the mirror. The idea of setting up the camera he keeps in the Tower just for his perversion about her leaves her feeling flustered. She doubles her efforts to grind her clit against him.
She groans in mild impatience as she finally edges up to that familiar pooling heat, her gut beginning to tighten. It didn't hit her how truly desperate she is to cum until he touched her. Now, it's all she can think about as she claws at his undershirt. "I will, I will. Oh, Bucky. Fuck, it feels—so, so good."
"You gonna race up to your first one like my needy little whore?" She's aching, there's no doubt about it, but she's also feeling spiteful over being left to her own devices for so long. She opens her eyes to frown at him and slows the grinding of her hips in petulant defiance. Not by much, but it's definitely noticed, given the way he's smirking at her. His response is to wrap his arm around her back to take over the movement of her hips entirely. "Aww. That's cute. Trying to prove how patient you can be. Fuckin' adorable when you work so hard to be my good girl."
She reaches her hand back to brace against the glass, giving herself more leverage. Watching him lose some of that tight, post-combat control sounds like plenty of fun. "Your good girl who lets you choke her with her panties?"
It works, at least to an extent. Bucky's eyes go wide, and he looks down at where he's dragging her against his thigh. "You're so fucking hot. So fucking hot it drives me up the fucking wall. Can I borrow one of those nimble little hands'a yours? Can you touch me while I help you cum, pretty girl?"
"Yes," she moans excitedly, her hand darting around her leg to yank open his belt. The loose hold of his metal fingers around her throat is making her feel electrified.
"I fuckin' hate being away from you." His hips drive against the back of her thigh, trapping her hands momentarily. He angles away after a few shallow thrusts, letting her finish her hurried work. It's a close fit, but she's got more than enough room to stroke him while his thigh stays lodged against her pussy. "Goddamn, though, there is nothing like coming home to find you needy for me. Nothing gets me harder than seeing you just as hung up as I am."
His buckle is heavy, making it hang down in line with his belt loops once she lets it slip from her fingers. His cock is pressed against the zipper of his pants hard enough make it a struggle to pull it down.
She smiles up at him teasingly, fighting against the metal teeth blocking her progress. "I fuckin' hate being away from you, too. But I do love touching myself alone in your bed. Makes me feel special."
"So fucking hot." Bucky doesn't hesitate to snap his hips against her hand once she starts circling his cock. Her fingers don't even make it all the way around at first, thanks to his own zeal. It takes a few thrusts to get her grip settled. "My precious girl, all safe and warm, making herself feel good in my bed. Thinkin' about all the ways she wants to push my buttons when I get home."
"Oh fuck, shit, that feels so fucking good." It's hard to keep up a consistent speed to the stroke of her hand with the way she's inching closer and closer to her first orgasm in days. Skipping it the last three nights had been an accident after working too long to distract herself. Tonight was a deliberate choice to wait for him. "Please—please, I wanna cum, Buck, please."
"I've got you, don't worry. Hang on, I'm gonna make it easier." Agonizingly, he lifts his hand from her neck to reach down for his tactical pants, yanking them far enough to expose his thigh. Her shorts are his next focus, and she uses her free hand to help him tug them off her hips.
She starts to pull down her underwear while he finishes getting her bottoms off her legs. "I'd tell you to rip them if you weren't plann—"
The soft wool is still sliding off her ankle when Bucky's hand shoots up to interrupt her. She gets a split-second flash of his fingers curling around the waistband before it's broken free from her skin. Her underwear doesn't tear so much as snap under the pressure, much to her shock. He holds his prize up victoriously, a proud smile stretched across his face.
"I can manage to hold 'em together while I've got 'em around your throat." He dangles the torn panties in front of her eyes tauntingly. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."
"You're such a smug—"
His thigh presses in against her soaked lips, making her lose her grip on the insult she was trying to throw at him. It feels fucking phenomenal being in direct, skin-to-skin contact again, and she chases after the sensation. With his flesh arm resuming its lifting efforts to help her get off, his metal fingers wind their way back around her throat. Being caught up in the frenzy of it all makes her hand speed up along the length of his cock. It comes with the added benefit of hearing him moan and grunt above her with every twist and squeeze of her tight grip.
"Can't keep my eyes off you," Bucky murmurs, his voice sounding far off as her frantic moans nearly drown it out. He never looks away from the view of his fingers around her throat as she writhes in his hold. "Missed watchin' you cum. Love it when my little whore gets so eager for me."
She's been trying not to look at where she's grinding against him, even before he pulled his pants down. The sight always leaves her overly flustered. But there's a wet clicking that keeps drawing her attention, one that finally succeeds in getting her to glance down. Even now, it's always a shock to her system to see how big his thigh is between her legs. His skin, and the sparse hair spanning across it, is glistening with her wetness, bringing a wave of heat to her cheeks.
Her eyes snap back up to him in avoidance. "Please, I'm so—"
"Take your hand off my cock and look back down, pretty girl." He squeezes his fingers to punctuate the demand, scarcely restricting her air. "I want you to focus on the mess you're making."
"Bucky," she whines, her movements becoming frenzied. His pace stays undeterred, taking over most of the effort to keep her pulled in close. Her first orgasm is closing in fast with the embarrassment burning her up. "Oh my fucking god. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Come on. It's beautiful how wet you're getting me. Look again, do it for me." Biting her lip, Ava does as he asks and lowers both her hands to cling to his shirt, her attention shifting back to his leg. The bright line on his thigh shouldn't be anywhere near as hot as it is to witness. "There you go. Keep your eyes on it. I've got you. Can I help you out here? Am I good to put some control on your breathing for this one?"
Her attention stays locked on the sight of her clit dragging against his skin as she nods, racing up to the start of her orgasm. She wants it so fucking badly she can't even think of a verbal response. Anything it could be would get swallowed up by her panting moans regardless.
"Deep breath for me, pretty girl," he instructs, his voice dipping into gravelly territory. "Lemme set you up right."
She does as he asks, pulling in as much air as her lungs can comfortably hold. His fingers clamp down on the sides of her neck, his fingers pushing at her pulse points. He hardly ever crosses into cutting off her air. He usually focuses on controlling her blood flow and keeping it difficult to breathe rather than removing the option entirely.
Tonight proves to be an exception when he pulls his fingers in enough to cut off her air right as she's dangling over the edge. "That's it. You're already there. I've got you; let yourself go for me."
Her back attempts to arch as her orgasm hits, but his hand pinning her down prevents it, leaving her to thrash against his hold in strained silence. His fingers release the immediate pressure on her airway right as she's coming up on the second wave.
Ava desperately pulls in a breath, only to push it back out with a loud, guttural moan a second later. The endorphin rush plows through her to the point where she can't keep her eyes open. There'd be too many spots in her vision to see properly even if they were. She claws at the front of his undershirt as it ravages her, all while being dragged along by his arm. He effortlessly carries her through it, not hindered in the least by her jerking hips, helping her keep up a constant stream of pleasure.
"Ooh, oh, oh fuck, Bucky—too much, too much—please," she begs as the sensitivity really starts to set in.
"Awww. Did someone ignore her needs while I was gone?" Bucky leans in, his arm slowing enough to move his pace from brutal to just a struggle to keep up with. He kisses her slowly, seemingly unbothered by the way she has to break it to pant every few moments. "Thought we talked—about that."
"I was busy."
"You're never that busy, gorgeous." His arm finally slows to a crawl, and he glides the hand at her throat down the front of her torso. His metal fingers stop at her clit, rubbing a circle across the bundle of nerves, increasing the pressure incrementally. The bastard is already laying the foundation for working her up again. "There's always time to take care of this sweet little pussy I'm so addicted to."
"You don't get to stand there trying to make me blush all night." She points at his shower door accusingly. "We're supposed to be getting clean before bed."
"Mmm." Bucky turns his hips, bringing his hot, hard cock in line with her sensitive clit. He lifts his hand, reaching back to wrap it around the base, giving him the leverage he needs to smack it against her wet lips. "True. But I have to get you dirty first."
"How are you planning on doing that, sergeant?" She pulls her legs up against her chest coyly, wrapping her arms around them to hold on tight.
"Might have to make your kind of mess. I haven't had a proper moment alone in fucking days." He's not watching her face; he's watching the view she's presenting and nothing but. He might have spent the flight home thinking about waking her up slowly, but the look he's giving her bare pussy hints that the fantasy likely wasn't all that tame. "You don't look stretched enough to take me."
"Is that so?" She slides one hand down the back of her thigh, slipping two fingers between her lips to slowly spread them open. He's absolutely right, but he won't be for long if she's got anything to say about it. "You don't think you'd fit in me right now, Bucky?"
He shakes his head slowly, his mouth slightly agape, as he strokes himself a bit faster. "No. I can get you stretched in the shower if you want. Or we can save it for tomorrow." His tongue comes out to distractedly lick his lips, and she feels the head of his cock rub across her clit a split second later, making her moan in surprise. "I still wanna finger you while we're in there, though."
There's a glassy look in his eyes as he strokes himself a scant few inches from her hole. It leaves her feeling like a livewire. "It looks like you want to finger me now."
"I do," he murmurs, almost sounding forlorn. "Missed the feeling. Missed the sounds."
Ava's lips twitch with amusement. He gets like this sometimes. "It's a crying shame you can't do anything about that."
He finally looks back up to her eyes just to give her a dirty look. His hand doesn't stop moving. If anything, it goes faster. "Watch it. Mouth like that while I'm still in my gear is gonna earn you more than you're ready to chew."
"I'm shakin' in my boots, sergeant." She taps the pad of her finger against her clit tauntingly to grab his attention. "Teach me a lesson."
"Such a fuckin' handful," he growls, leaning down to kiss her with a stern glare, his tongue pushing into her mouth within seconds. She feels one of his metal fingers follow the lead not long after, slowly sinking into her. He waits until it's down to his bottom knuckle before he turns his hand over. His finger curls inside her, and his thumb comes up to stroke across her clit.
With his hand now keeping her spread, she moves both of hers up into his hair. She runs her fingers through it, knocking the tie loose to make room. Kissing him always feels so sinfully good, especially when she gets to massage her fingers along his scalp while she does it. The scratch of her nails always makes him moan softly into her mouth. She absolutely lives for the quiet little sound. For the tiny moments of private vulnerability that he lets her take from him.
She adds her hand to his efforts to get himself off, wrapping it tightly around the head of his cock. He gives her a few more of those moans while she works to match his pace. She curls her wrist with each upstroke, breaking the pattern every so often just to feel him buck his hips. Her knuckle brushes against her stomach, reminding her just how close he is. And how much skin he's about to cover.
"You gonna cum for me, Bucky?" she murmurs sweetly between kisses. The hand she's got in his hair grips down, dragging his head off to the left to encourage him to her neck.
He enthusiastically takes the hint, not bothering to give her a proper answer before his tongue stretches across the side of her throat. He follows it up with a sucking kiss that feels suspiciously like a bite. His flesh hand speeds up, knocking against hers with every jerk of his arm, while the metal one adds another finger alongside his middle. She can't see his hips at this angle, only the top of his obnoxiously broad back, but she can feel them rocking at a steady pace.
He really didn't have any time alone if he's already this far gone. She's more than happy to feed into that whirlwind in his head. She more than trusts him to know both their limits.
"You gonna paint me, Bucky? Show me how pretty I look when I'm covered in your cum?" Her predictable whore of a boyfriend moans, high and surprised, in response. The man loves running his mouth, but he's got a weakness for her teasing that he's never been able to hide. His desire for it is almost as strong as the one he has for her praise. "There's going to be a lot isn't there? Do you wanna pick a spot ahead of time, sweetheart? Or are you just gonna keep fucking our fists like that?"
With a shaking breath, he pulls his head up from her neck. That glassy look on his face has gotten twice as bad, and his lips are temptingly swollen. His eyes flit back and forth between her chest and her legs frantically in the wake of her question. Finally, he nods down at where two of his metal fingers are driving into her at a slower pace than he's stroking his cock. Her cunt clenches at the display of dexterity.
"Wanna cum on your pussy." With what looks like a terrible amount of mental effort, he takes his hand off his cock and puts it on top of her bent knee. "Please. Please, pretty girl. Wanna cum on you so bad. Please make me cum."
Ava coos at him reassuringly as he tucks his face back into her neck. "I can do that for you. I love making my sergeant happy. You gonna watch it drip down off me in the shower? Would you help me get it all cleaned up before we turn on the water?" She brushes the tip of her nose over the shell of his ear, letting her lips repeat the caress soon after. He's throbbing in her hand he's so close, and she knows exactly how to go in for the kill. "I missed the way you feed it to me, Buck. It's all I could think about while you were gone."
"Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck," he babbles, the stream of curses quickly morphing into incoherent moaning. His hips stutter to a stop, but his hand keeps up its pace, continuing to encourage hers at the head of his cock. His cum is warm and heavy as it streaks out across her in thick ropes. They all start at her pussy, and some of them even end there, pooling along his fingers. The rest lands on her stomach, valiantly trying to make its way up her chest, even at her bent angle.
"Oh, Bucky." She peppers his face in kisses as he hangs his head above her, still stroking his spent cock, albeit much slower. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I would have given you one of those orders you like if I'd known you were that close."
"It—snuck up—on me," he pants. A surprised, breathy laugh follows. "I wouldn't have—been able to call it."
Giggling softly, she continues kissing her way around his face until she ends up at his lips. He eagerly reciprocates, trading lazy strokes of his tongue with hers. Eventually, when his hips start rocking smoothly enough to prove he's gearing up for his next round, she manages to talk herself into pulling back.
"Let's go, sergeant." Ava reaches down to tap at his metal hand between her legs. "I was promised a shower that included one of your indecent habits about my delicates. I'm aiming to collect."
"I love you so much," he tells her with a massive, sappy grin. "Feels so fucking good to be home."