find me

47. head tinker

In his eyes she saw a vow, foreboding so much pleasure, her lips parted to let a broken breath out.

"Are you gonna fix that too?" His mouth brushed against hers as he spoke, and damn him if she didn't feel the arousal surging up again.

Natalie was absolutely outraged. "Are you actually hard right now?" Her voice laced in disbelief, knowing full well there was a fair bit of self-criticism in there too. She couldn't believe she was aroused again.

Bucky hummed low and deep as a response, more concerned with the rising temperature of their bodies pressed together than with the why or how of the situation. His hands brushed down from her hips to her thighs, grabbing hard around the flesh. She felt too good in his grip, the flesh too soft wrapped around him and the muscles underneath too strong.

His hold felt like a thousand unspoken words, like a promise, and Natalie felt herself succumb deeper and deeper to the pull he had on her. She was very much still processing everything that had happened that day, and there was a lot to process. She couldn't reconcile that, and also the fact that she had just been tending to his wound, with this impeding need to be ravaged by him. This should not have been a turn on. How was he even hard right now? How was she so aroused? Was her sitting on him enough to provoke this reaction? Or was it the fact they hadn't properly tangled up in bed for a while? They had agreed not to, to avoid slowing down the healing process even more, and they had been surprisingly good at respecting the boundary.

But she felt the urge now, to be touched, to touch him. Maybe she felt it so strongly because they had only allowed themselves to indulge in each other for a few days and then denied themselves of it for more than a week. Maybe that's where this reactiveness came from. Although they both knew they were the easiest motherfuckers on the planet when it came to each other.

Natalie realised then they had put that boundary in place for a reason, and it technically was still in place. She needed something to reel him back, to ground him a little; she could tell by the way his pupils had dilated and his gaze had become almost feral, he was already quite far gone down the path of lust. They had argued, so maybe that was a good route to take; she could resist this by reminding him that she had been mad at him only a few moments ago, and wasn't going to start anything whilst still upset. In truth she had stopped being mad at him the moment he apologised in the bathroom. It was also true that she was almost constantly slightly mad at him, like a perpetual state of being, and that had never stopped her before; on the contrary, sometimes it had even fuelled wanting him even more. But he didn't need to know that now.

"I'm still mad at you." She said, the breathless way in which she spoke a dead giveaway of how much she was already affected and how much her being mad was a total lie.

Bucky smirked viciously, sensing the plot from a mile away. "Perfect."

Natalie drew a sharp intake of breath, she couldn't believe the audacity of this man, and yet she had felt that word travel through her body making her heat up instantly, from the tip of her nose down to her core.

Bucky saw her lips part and slid his hand higher to grab her waist, with one sly smile he widened his seating position and pressed her down into his lap again. Natalie felt exactly how hard he was, igniting every fibre of her being. She had to stop herself from grinding down on his lap. She couldn't lie, it felt good to be able to do that to him, to have that kind of effect on his body. She wondered if it felt this good because it also kind of implied that they were matched in that way, the way he had an effect on her, she had on him. Which was an insane thought to have anyway, considering how much Bucky turned her on, it was almost impossible to believe that the effect she might have had on him was equivalent to that.