Dreaming of You

Epilogue

A/N: Just an excuse to pour more graphic sex sauce all over the top of this fic. Yep. Like, an intensely PWP chapter. just...okay. You've been warned. 

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Your POV

It is pretty rare that Steve, Bucky, and I get the day off together, but anyway you slice it, there is a lot of sex involved.

With the three of us being so interconnected, any kind of sex became dangerously exhausting. At best, the three of us got hot together and calmed down for a bit at the same time. When just one person's desire can flow through and awaken the other two, anytime someone is particularly horny, it could mean disaster for a day's plans. When we get out of sync, it is often just a leapfrog of sex throughout the day, and although I know the danger, I am out of patience and so very excited. So I am happy to take the blame for getting us out of sync today.

I missed them. I have no intention of leaving the house. I had done my best to keep my mind to myself for the last few days while they were off on a mission doing missiony things and my fingers are not enough so I am not waiting. I knew they were busy and I kept our connection mostly closed, but my body had missed them incredibly. They got in late last night, and of course were tired, when they crawled into bed, and I had been begrudgingly satisfied with just them just wrapping their arms around me and falling asleep. But I know I filled their minds with sex and desire as they slept. It was all I could think of lately. I want Steve's hands on my body. Bucky's mouth. I want them inside me. I miss the way they taste. The way they smell. Everything.

I feel morning pull me awake, turning in the sheets searching for a hot body. I find cool metal attached to a warm and sleeping Bucky. I let my hands explore the feel of him and let my mind open up to see where Steve is. Oh. He's on a run. Not far, but not close enough for me. I feel like I've been aching for two days. My fingers are not enough- and I most certainly tried, but I missed them. I slide my hands over the brunette's chest. "Good morning, Buck," I whisper, groggy as I stretch against him. I feel him surface into himself in his mind, my desire washing against him like a lapping wave as he floats into wakefulness.

He turns over to me, wrapping his arms around me and basking in the glow of heated desire. I feel him press the length of his body against me, without an effort to hide his hardness against my thigh as his mind grows awake. " mm 'morning," he grumbles, leaning down to kiss me. He's all hot tongue and hands struggling to get me closer. I roll up, breaking his lazy kiss to straddle him. "Mmm," he murmurs, sliding back to sit up against the headboard and help me to remove my oversized sleep shirt. He tosses it aside, and I feel his rush of lust and appreciation. He loves looking at my body, and I love the warmth that rolls off him. "Come here Dreamgirl."

I follow his urging, sliding forward to straddle his lap as he pulls me in for a kiss. His naked body up against mine feels like heaven. Tone super soldier muscle leaves so much for me to touch, and his stubble scratches my chin when he tangles his tongue with mine. I know he can feel how hot I am, my desire burning across inside his skin. "I want you," I whisper across his lips, reaching between us to guide his length inside me.

"Fuck" Bucky hisses, throwing his head back. "Damn, Dreamgirl. Slow down," He whispers, just barely awake as I descend on him hungry and desperate. Bucky, however, wants to slowly enjoy me in the early morning to himself. He doesn't have to share with Steve, and although he doesn't mind sharing, not in the slightest, he also likes to enjoy me and Steve separately on occasion. I can feel his desire to lazily eat me out some mornings, but that is not this morning.

I am not in a patient mood. He feels my desperate wave of desire, and I sit on him, grinding the length of him against my wetness, rolling my hips, and settling into his lap. I feel him start to take in more air, brain waking up with the swell of wet warmth as he feels how much I want him inside me. He grips my hips, and I can feel his burning shocked desire rush through him. "Oh god," he whispers. Yep. He's awake now.