An unconventional trio

Arms up!

Nova's POV:

He wasn't lying. The only thing my brain is focused on is him. Every nerve ending standing at attention, acutely aware of every inch on my body that he has touched, licked, sucked. I lie beneath him, out of breath, and spent. To use his words...thoroughly fucked.

His forehead rests against mine, eyes closed, as his breathing slows. A smile tugs at his lips as the aftershocks continue to hit. "You're shaking..." he whispers as he brings his face to look at me.

"Mmhmm" is all I can muster in response as I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, nervously meeting his gaze. The lust that once clouded his eyes has been replaced with...something else. A gentle....soft...admiration?

My heart thunders against my ribcage as I feel his breath on my skin, and it takes everything in me not to lean into it. His gaze is so intense, so focused on me, and it's like I can feel every emotion he's feeling right along with him. I'm shaking, yes, but it's not just from the aftershocks. It's from this new, unfamiliar sensation coursing through my veins.

I part my lips, wanting nothing more than to feel his against mine. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, tracing the contour before moving up to cup my cheek. I want to close the distance between us, to feel his warmth surround me, but I'm frozen in this moment, unsure of what comes next.

"It's okay," he whispers, his thumb moving in soothing circles on my cheek. "I've got you."

He leans down, and places a soft, gentle kiss to my lips, and I can't hold back the whimper that escapes me. "I'm going to go run you a bath" he whispers against my lips.

"Bucky, you...you don't have to do that...it's...it's really...ok. I'm sure you..." I start to say but he interjects.

"Nova....you asked me to stop being so respectful. Now, that won't ever stop" he grins, "So...please...let me take care of you right now...." He replies. My brow furrows in confusion.

"Um...I...uh..." I stutter as my eyes look anywhere but at him. *I don't know what to do with this. He's still here...he hasn't stood up to get dressed...he's still just laying there, not....rushing away? Why?*, I think.

"Nova..." his voice breaks my racing thoughts, "has no one ever..." he begins but his words trail off as the realization hits him. "Ok. I'm running you a bath. Can you stand?" He asks gently.

"Um...I...don't know...my legs feel...a little...floppy..." I reply, unable to hold back a giggle. "God I hate that word" I whisper through my laugh.

"Ok....Nova" he grits his teeth, "I need you to not laugh right now..." he smiles.

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't think you are ready to...go again...and I'm still very much...buried inside you...and the laughing...is...doing things" he chuckles.

The laughter that escaped my lips was a mixture of amusement and relief, the tension finally beginning to ease from my body. I couldn't help but find the situation absurd, given how intense it had been only moments ago. As his features relaxed, I could see the playful spark return to his eyes, and he leaned down to press another kiss to my lips.

"God, you're killing me," he murmured against my lips, his voice husky with desire. His movements were slow and deliberate as he pulled out of me, causing a sharp twinge of longing deep in my core.

I couldn't help the blush that crept to my cheeks as I watched him lean back on his legs, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I suddenly felt very...self conscious, subtly trying to cover myself with my arms. Almost with a silent understanding, Bucky stood up from the bed, grabbing the edge of the sheet and pulling it over me. "Arms up" he said with a grin.