find me

52. time zero

It was undeniably fun to rub Bucky the wrong way, to rage bait him. Natalie enjoyed the way he would fire up, his eyes narrowing into a beautiful lethal look that exuded power and strength; she especially enjoyed what that meant when they were both aroused. 

When she saw his eyes in that moment, staring at her like she was a meal, his hand twitching around the wet and heavy fabric of her hoodie, and felt her own need to be touched by him; she didn't feel so attracted by the idea of delaying it with a bratty attitude or casual resistance. 

She wanted him too badly. 

So together they quickly pulled it over her head, then her shirt, this time struggling a little bit with the tight fabric wet against her skin. His eyes scanned down her chest and exhaled a harsh breath. He needed to remind her later of how fucking attractive it was when she didn't wear any underwear. It meant if he wanted to, he could just slip a hand under her clothes and feel her bare. It was fucking hot. Of course, he didn't mean to imply she had to do it always, but it was the sort of information she should definitely have to know how to get him to do pretty much anything.

Bucky focused on getting his own shirt off. He made quick work of it, throwing it on the floor, before capturing her mouth with his again in a desperate kiss. When his hands finally roamed over her naked breasts, their lips parted, hers in a quiet gasp. His breaths were heavy and rugged against her mouth as he kneaded the heavy swells like they belonged to him, like she belonged to him. She moaned softly, pushing closer to him, her hands instinctively holding his strong forearms. The thrill of the wrestle merged with the lust that had been quietly simmering within her the whole day and finally feeling his skin against hers, his hands grabbing at her flesh with no restraint of passion or desire. Their lips found each other again, like magnets pulling together. Her arms wrapped around his wide torso and her hands brushed over to his whole back, pulling him even closer until his hands were forced to leave her breasts and move to her hips. Natalie then pressed their chests flush against each other, skin against skin, and went with the frantic, urgency-filled pace of his mouth. His desperation fuelling her and vice versa.

She was warm, so warm, and soft, so fucking soft. And her mouth moved against his like she wanted to eat him alive. He hoped she knew the feeling was fucking mutual. Bucky's mouth travelled down to her jaw and then pressed long, open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

Natalie shivered. He kept dragging his tongue over her skin, turning it red with his teeth. She shivered again and this time Bucky raised his head to look at her.

"Are you cold?" His voice was so thick with desire and so deep she felt it travel straight to her core.

God help her.

She didn't want him to stop, but despite the burning underneath her skin, she was cold. 

Unenthusiastically, she nodded and he immediately stood up, helping her to her feet. They stepped out of the bathtub and Bucky went to grab towels. He threw one over his shoulder and wrapped the other around hers. He leaned down to kiss her cheek softly and Natalie felt like her stomach must have grown a spawn point for fucking butterflies because why did it feel like a whole colony was having a rave inside her?

His mouth lowered to kiss the side of her neck, as he dried her carefully. Every time he pressed the fabric to her skin, Natalie's bottom lip, that was held down by the press of her teeth, stretched wider into a bigger smile. She sighed contentedly when he took his sweet time drying her chest, his gaze unmoving, laser focused on the smooth skin of her breasts, the peaked nipples, the faint red marking where he had fondled her a bit more roughly.