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"Whichever place is closer," Bucky says with a laugh, cheeks flushing as she teases him. "We can go to yours, but I'll have to leave in a few hours to go get Bopp."

Even as aroused as he is, so much so that he forgot what they had been discussing, he would never forget about his dog. It would be so easier if they all lived in the same place, the three of them and their loyal pet, but that doesn't seem to be in the cards.

"It is a pretty nice bed," he admits, kissing her again as he puts his hands on her hips and slides them around to the small of her back, glancing around before tucking them into the back pockets of her pants and squeezing. "You pick. I just need you naked very soon."

"There is an alley just to your left," she answers with an arched eyebrow. A part of her is saying it only as a challenge, wanting to see if Bucky would ever take her up on it, because she's not sure he'll be willing to take the risk.

For Sylvie, an alley would be as good as nearly anywhere. For so long, she had no regular access to privacy, to beds. Honestly, our of sheer frustration, she'd likely have fucked Loki on that train had there been more time and a bit of privacy.

She'll just as happily take Bucky in the alley.

Bucky gives her a slightly scandalized look, only because he's never had such an offer. Not from a woman, anyway. Most of his previous encounters with men took place in seedy alleys or back rooms, where shame and frustration almost overshadowed whatever pleasure he felt. Alleys are where he got his itches scratched, where he scored a fix when the need became too great to ignore.

"You deserve better than that," Bucky tells her sincerely, lifting his good hand from her backside to frame her face, fingers sliding into her hair. Then he can't help but to chuckle at himself, shaking his head a little shyly as he tucks her hair behind her ear. "I've had sex in alleys," he tries to explain, hoping that she'll understand what he means. "I never came out of it feeling particularly good."

"We would make it good," she answers, but she isn't going to pressure him into anything. Instead she takes his hand and begins to march purposefully in the direction of his flat, knowing it isn't far at all, and if they just start walking, they'll be there before long.

And they can stop talk about doing things in alleyways and actually get around to doing them in a bed or on a couch or on the floor for all she cares.

"If anyone could remake the alley experience for you, it's me," she promises, but her grin tells him she's teasing now. She won't ask him for something he can't give.

She makes an intriguing case, and Bucky quirks a brow at her as she drags him along. He knows that she's teasing, but it's a good point. Why not overwrite those memories, and turn something dirty and shameful into something good?

Bucky pauses, watching Sylvie's ass as she walks away from him, and then glances around. There isn't anyone right nearby, and no one he can hear in the alley, so he gives into the urge and comes up behind her. He wraps his arms around her and lifts her off of her feet, chuckling as he drags her back into the alley, nose pressed up under her ear.

"Okay, you got me," he says with a fond laugh, setting her down once they're out of sight and turning her to press her back against the brick, leaning against her as he catches her mouth in a kiss, nipping gently at her bottom lip and cupping her face. "Let's make a new memory, hm?"

Bucky is hardly a prude. Sylvie is well aware he's grown up in a world and a time that ask very different things of him than it ever would have of her and she does her best to understand and respect that, even when it seems baffling to her. Still, he's not a prude. Not even close.

And yet she still doesn't expect him to change his mind. When he lifts her off her feet, she's almost surprised enough to blast him instinctively, but manages to hold off at the last moment.

That would be a sad way to end a very interesting turn of events.

"Oh, I'm all for a new memory," she agrees as she wraps her arms around his shoulders and chases another kiss.

It feels a little thrilling, pressing her up against the brick wall of a bar that isn’t open yet like they’re teenagers who can’t keep their hands off of each other. The latter part feels true despite their age, and Bucky drops his shopping bag to rest at their feet as he takes her face in both hands, kissing her as soundly as a stolen back alley kiss demands.

He doesn’t know if he’ll fuck her back here. He’ll probably leave that up to her, but he does lower a hand to grab at her breast through her shirt, boldly and without hesitation because he knows that she’ll let him. He knows that she likes it when he pinches at her nipples. It makes her wet, and suddenly Bucky wants nothing more than to feel that slick heat against his fingers.

“You make me hard so damn easy,” he pants against her mouth, biting at her lower lip as his cock strains against the front of his jeans.

No one has ever accused Sylvie of making anything easy and she laughs against Bucky's mouth, then wriggles in his grip, setting herself back on her feet properly. She could push him, overpower him, make him set her down, but she's come to trust Bucky to read her signals.

Once she's steady, she turns them and pushes him up against the wall instead.

"Then let me make it easier," she says as she pushes up the hem of the sweater he's just bought. As soft as promised, the material bunches in her hands and she ducks her head to kiss his chest before she drags the flat of her tongue over one nipple.

Sylvie wriggles in his grip and Bucky immediately sets her down, knowing that he’s already pushed it a little by snatching her off of the street. The last thing he wants to do is push her boundaries, but he thinks that he’s gotten pretty good at reading her. That in itself is a point of pride.

Her feet touch the ground and he leans in to kiss her, but before he can make contact, she spins him around and presses him against the brick. She drags his sweater up and Bucky’s mind goes a little hazy with arousal, hips jerking and breath hitching as she licks at his nipple. The air is cold and dry against his skin, at odds with the warm swipe of her tongue, and Bucky bites his lip.

“Yeah, that definitely did it,” he says in a low rasp, because his cock is twitching to life in his jeans. It seems to do that whenever he’s in close proximity to her or Loki, like he’s thirteen year old hit with a stiff breeze. It’s kind of ridiculous.

His good hand goes to the back of her head, not pushing or guiding but simply holding in, feeling the silky strands of her hair slip through his fingers.

“I never knew those were so sensitive,” he admits with a breathless chuckle.

At this point, Sylvie is done with talking. She hums a response against Bucky’s chest, then bites down on his nipple, not hard, but enough to get a reaction.

With a wave of her hand, she conjures a small, soft cushion, then drops down to her knees on top of it. Her fingers make quick work of Bucky’s belt, flipping it open, then dragging down the zipper of his fly. She might be willing to suck him off in an alley, but she’s not interested in ruining her jeans in order to do so.

With a small grin, Sylvie’s gaze flicks up, and she presses a kiss to Bucky’s stomach, to the skin just above the line of his underwear. At the same time, she cups his cock through his jeans, holding the weight of him against her palm.

The bite makes him hiss, and light pain mixes with pleasure in a way that he's discovered that he enjoys. Not too much-- he's been hurt too many times to find it fun, but he likes the sharp edge of it sometimes.

He looks down in time to see the cushion suddenly appear between his spread feet and he can't help but to laugh, open and fond and a little astonished by what's happening. He loves her so much, every prickly and princessy part of her.

The brick is cold against his back, countering the warmth of her lips and tongue. She doesn't pull his cock out of his pants, instead grabbing at it through the material, and Bucky hisses at the pressure. His hand tightens in her hair just a little, enough to give her that tiny bit of pain, because he knows that she likes it, too.

"This is gonna make a hell of a memory," he teases, keeping one hand in her hair as he cups her chin gently in his metal hand, thumbing at her bottom lip.

"That's the point," she answers, done teasing, done wasting time. If they're not going to get caught, she ought to make quick work of this, and not because she doesn't enjoy it. Any other moment, Sylvie would take her time, she just thinks being at the centre of an arrest attempt might stain the memory she's trying to create for Bucky.

Her fingers work quickly, opening his jeans, and rather than push his trousers and underwear down, she simply dips her hand inside and takes his cock in her hand. Then she tugs gently, working the material out of her way, lips parting to take Bucky into her mouth almost the second he's free of his clothing.

He's warm and heavy against her tongue and Sylvie makes a sound of pleasure low in her throat, taking him deeper. She braces one hand on his hip, the other still wrapped around the base of his cock as she drags her tongue down and then back up the length of him.

Sylvie moves quickly, pulling his cock out and swallowing him down, and Bucky lets out a low grunt as he tips his head back against the brick. She's making quick work of it, getting right to the point, and Bucky doesn't bother trying to hold back.

He looks down at Sylvie, watching as her head bobs, and unlike the other times that he's been sucked off in an alley, his only concern is that someone might stumble upon them. He isn't feeling shame or fear, isn't tied in knots over what this means for him. Even if Sylvie was a man, he wouldn't be feeling those things. She and Loki both have helped him so much in that regard, learning to accept himself as he is.

Sylvie is so good at this, and has learned his body so well, that it doesn't take long at all for Bucky to find himself on the edge. He breathes in raggedly and thumbs at the corner of Sylvie's mouth, feeling where it's stretched around his cock. He huffs out an amused breath, overwhelmed by how good this feels-- not just the blowjob but all of it, just being with her.

"You're so fucking wonderful," Bucky pants out, sweeping Sylvie's hair back from her face as he rocks into her mouth, biting his lip as he looks down at her. "I'm close, sweetheart."

She certainly hopes he isn't saying that to make her stop, and her gaze flicks up, amused and pleased both. And something else, too, something more. Sweetheart, he says, when she hasn't heard anything like that at all, from anyone ever before besides Loki.

The two of them have conspired to undo her, she thinks. To break beneath her walls. It should be more frightening than it is.

In response to his words, she moans encouragingly, one hand still around his cock, the other slipping between her own thighs. She doesn't bother with her trousers, she simply touches herself through the fabric as she licks along Bucky's cock, letting him know she expects something else once they're home.

"Jesus," he breathes out when he sees Sylvie's arm move between her legs, like sucking him off is turning her on so much that she just can't help it, and Bucky gives her hair a little tug. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

Doing so here in the alley, when everything is still open and people walking by, would probably be pushing their luck, but they aren't far from the townhouse. They just have to make it there, just through the front door, and then he can get inside of her.

She moans around his cock, tongue curling around it as she sucks, and Bucky goes tense and grunts as he comes in her mouth, cock pulsing between her lips. His head tips down so he can watch as she swallows him down, chest heaving as his fingers slide along the edge of her jaw. "Fuck, Sylvie."

She could probably make herself come like this, with her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself through her trousers. Bucky’s cock pulsing inside her mouth. The warmth of his come flooding into her, down her throat as she swallows. His hand in her hair, on her face.

She keeps her lips sealed around him, though she gentles her touch, not wanting to leave him sensitive and overstimulated. Slowly, she pulls back, taking care not to spill, not to make a mess. They’re both still dressed, more or less, and she’d like to at least attempt to look respectable when they duck back out of his alley.

Carefully, she tucks Bucky back into his jeans, then zips them up, does the button. When she rises from her knees, the pillow disappears in a shimmer of green, and she rests her hands on Bucky’s chest and leans in for a long kiss.

In most of his prior experiences with something like this, it was a man who would spit his come onto the ground and refuse to meet his eye. They’d part ways quickly, wordlessly, and Bucky would feel a little shame along with his relief.

All of those memories are shoved out of his head by the sight of Sylvie on her knees, staring up into his eyes as she swallows every last drop of his come. By the time she ticks him away and stands up, only a slight smear of the lipstick she’s wearing gives any hint to what she’d just done.

That, and the slight flush to her skin and the fire in her eyes that Bucky recognizes as arousal. She kisses him and Bucky returns it eagerly, licking the taste of himself from her tongue in a way that makes him feel a little filthy, but he’s come to learn that isn’t a bad thing. They’ve taught him that he doesn’t need to be ashamed of the little things that bring him pleasure.

As they kiss, Bucky reaches between their bodies with his good hand and palms at her cunt through her pants, squeezing almost possessively, but he means it as a promise. As soon as he can, he’ll take care of her.

“It’s a good thing we’re not far from home,” he pants out against her mouth, grinding his palm against her as he nips at her bottom lip. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

After one more kiss, he lets go of her to grab her hand instead, plucking up the shopping bag with the other as he leads them eagerly out onto the street.

Sylvie wipes the edge of her lip carefully as they leave the alley, making sure she’s as put together as she can be, given the circumstances. No one even gives them a second look as they stride out onto the sidewalk or, if they do, it’s because of the impressive couple they make and not because they know what’s just gone on.

“Why do I feel you won’t even be able to get up the stairs?” she asks, smiling slyly as they walk. They’re not running, that would appear much too desperate, but they’re certainly walking with purpose.

The townhouse is just around the corner and down three. She wants to see if she can really goad him into fucking her against the closed front door.

“I bet I can resist you long enough to get to the bedroom,” she says, a challenge lighting up her eyes.

“I wasn’t even planning to try,” Bucky admits with a breathless chuckle, grabbing onto Sylvie’s hand as they walk briskly in the direction of the townhouse. His cock twitches where it’s trapped in his jeans, momentarily sated but ready for another round.

“Is that right?” Bucky drawls out, glancing over at Sylvie as they walk. Her face is still flushed, and her nipples are stiff enough that Bucky can see them through her shirt. His mouth almost waters from how badly he wants to suck on them, and the picks up the pace a little once the townhouse is in view. “I think I’ll take that bet, doll.”

They have to stop at a crosswalk and wait for the light to change, so Bucky tugs her in against him and then looks around to make sure no one is within earshot before he presses his lips to her ear.

“I bet I can make you come before I even get my pants off,” he says in a low drawl, hint of a Brooklyn accent slipping through. He nips at her earlobe before pulling back to look at her innocently, reaching up to rub at the side of his nose with two fingers. “Oh, the light’s green.”

"Hmm, maybe," she answers, as nonchalant as ever, despite knowing Bucky will be able to see right through her. It's a thought both freeing and terrifying somehow, equal parts of each.

The sex is wonderful. She's always satisfied with him, with Loki, with the two of them together, she can't imagine any day she wouldn't be. Yet it's so much more than that. The thought is frightening, awful, exhilarating. Maybe if she'd had more interactions in her very long life, she would be better at expressing that, but she isn't. She can't. So she just grins at Bucky and squeezes his hand before she drags him across the street and to the townhouse.

The keys are in her hand already and she unlocks the front door and tosses them onto the table they've put there for this very reason. Well, maybe not for throwing the keys when she would rather be touching Bucky, but close enough.

Sylvie tugs him across the street, betraying her nonchalance, and Bucky laughs happily as they fumble their way through the door. She tosses the keys onto the table and Bucky shuts the door and tugs her in by the wrist, turning her around to press her back against the door.

"You seem a little eager to me," he teases as he presses his forehead against hers, grinning as his hands go firmly to her hips. Their mouths meet in a hungry kiss and he pushes her coat over her shoulders, tugging the fabric down off her wrists and tossing it aside.

With his metal hand on her ass, he slides the other up under the layers she's wearing, shoving his cold hand up under her bra to squeeze at one of her perfect tits. He makes no effort to hide just how much he wants her, biting at her jaw as his hands drop to her waistband to tug open her jeans. He kisses her again, licking into her mouth as he slides his good hand down the front of her pants, grinning almost smugly into the kiss when he feels how wet her panties are, almost slick and clinging to her skin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she answers, knowing exactly what he's talking about. She wants him and she follows him into the kiss, her tongue gliding along his, wet and hot inside his mouth.

Then she tips her head back against the door, letting Bucky do what he will with her. It isn't something she offers often or easily, letting go of all control, allowing herself to simply relax and have someone touch her like this. It still sends a tingle of fear through her, as if she's opening herself up to attack.

But they're inside her home, a place that can be safe and so, with her hands on Bucky's shoulder, she simply moves with him. She presses into his fingers, arches into the metal hand against her ass, and simply lets him do what he wants.

Bucky had been expecting Sylvie to push back against him, to bite and scratch, but it doesn't happen. Instead she relaxes against him, and it takes Bucky a moment to realize what she's doing. Not submitting herself to him, no, but something like it. Something better. She's trusting him, handing over the reins, and that sends a rush of sensation through his body, heart throbbing in time with his cock.

He breaks the kiss with a breathless grunt and sinks gracefully to his knees, kissing her breasts, her stomach, then her hip on his way down. His fingers hook into her pants and underwear and he yanks them down almost roughly, shoving them down to her knees and then eagerly burying his face between her legs, practically growling with need as he presses his tongue into her, then up over her clit before he closes his mouth over it and sucks hard.

"I'll take care of you," he promises when he pulls back to take a breath, looking up at her for a moment before diving in again, holding her hips back against the door as he laps at her cunt, pulling out all his tricks just like she had done in the alleyway.

He wants her to come fast and hard, yes, but that's just the beginning. He wants to make her come again and again, as many times as she can stand and then maybe one more time after that, too.

That he understands what she's doing shouldn't surprise her. It doesn't. Bucky knows what's being offered and he also knows it doesn't necessarily mean she's looking for gentle.

At times, yes, that's what she wants. It's a rare thing she allows herself, something she doesn't often acknowledge, but not now. Now she wants Bucky to make her come, she wants his cock inside of her, and she wants to feel good. It's an incredible thing, to have both that and trust, something she never imagined.

"Oh, you better," she answers with a laugh, winding her fingers in his hair and giving a tug. "After my performance in a bloody alley."

“It was a masterful performance,” Bucky says as he presses two metal fingers into Sylvie’s cunt, still cold from being outside, and drags his tongue over her clit again and again. He fingers her hard, licks at her eagerly, and it occurs to him that he doesn’t even know if Loki is in the house.

What would he do if he found them like this? Would he join in, or would he watch? Just the thought makes Bucky even more turned on, and he presses his fingertips hard against that spongey little spot inside of Sylvie that makes her twitch, rubbing insistently as he sucks at her clit, nose pressed to her pelvic bone.

She’s close, and Bucky carefully eases a third finger inside of her just to feel the stretch, glancing up at her to see her reaction even as her cunt clutches greedily at his fingers, holding them inside of her body. He doesn’t want to pull away enough to speak, so he lets out a demanding growl of a sound instead, wanting to feel her come.