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"Why are we here?"

Sylvie doesn't generally go shopping. Not for her clothing. It's easy enough to just cast a spell and change her clothes when she wants to, though she does have some good basics in her clothes. Expensive denim, a good pair of boots, shirts that are both functional and beautiful, as well as some t-shirts, and even one dress she'd purchased out of sheer fury when it was too warm for her to consider trousers. That's enough for her.

The boutique store they're in makes her uncomfortable. Somehow they've ended up here and she doesn't know why or how. Did he drug her to get her in here? Did he distract her somehow? It's his fault, she knows it is, because she wouldn't have come in here on her own.

The clothes are nice enough, she supposes, but that still doesn't tell her why.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" she almost demands of Bucky. Part of what she likes about him so much is that he's as functional and practical as she is. Somehow she can't imagine him in the baby blue sweater that hangs on the rack next to her, no matter how soft it looks.

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"I've lost count," she answers, rolling against Bucky. "I'm a bit distracted."

She's close now, the heat rippling through her, building in her cunt and rolling out, like she's being burned from the inside. It's a perfect feeling and while Sylvie has never been as fixated on sex as others, she can understand why people chase this sensation. Perhaps she'd never bother with others, but with Bucky, with Loki, she often feels like she can't get enough of them.

Dangerous. It's all so dangerous. She can't let it go.

"God, Bucky," she breathes, panting hard as they move together, her teeth pressed against his neck. She can smell him, feel him, she's wrapped up in him completely and she's so close.

"I know," Bucky assures her, because he feels it, too. It's intense, and such strong emotions can be terrifying for them both, but he knows that it's okay because it's her. They're dangerous people, and they've done countless terribly things, but the safest place that they can be with with each other, or with Loki. Even after all he's been through, Bucky feels so exceedingly lucky to have found not one, but two people that he can feel safe with.

"I've got you, it's okay," Bucky says in a low voice, thrusting up into her hard as he rubs at her clit, arm trapped stiffly between their bodies. "I'll come with you, sweetheart. I'm so close."

So close that his toes are curling, teeth gritted against the pressure building in his groin, but he won't come until she does, no matter how long it takes.

He could hold off, she thinks, for as long as she wanted him to. If she made him go longer, he would, or if she told him not to come, but to make her come again and again, she thinks he would. At the very least, he would try.

There's a certain type of power in that knowledge, a kind Sylvie doesn't want to allow herself to abuse. In another situation, she would. It would be too easy and she would take full advantage, but things with Bucky have been different, almost from the start. That first night, she hadn't been in a place to really want anything, but to pretend it hadn't been the start of something would be foolish.

So now she leans back again, braced against him, meeting his thrusts with each roll of her hips. He's deep inside her, his fingers against her clit, and Sylvie comes with a cry, some sound that's almost Bucky's name, riding high on the pleasure of the orgasm.

It takes all Bucky has to hold out, breath hitching as he grits his teeth, thighs tensing as his toes curl. When Sylvie comes, her body clenches down around Bucky's cock and he cries out, head falling back as he drags her down against him, burying himself in her body as his orgasm hits. They fall against each other and Bucky leans back, feeling the stairs press into his back as he wraps his arms around her.

"Fuck, Sylvie, fuck," he pants out, hips jerking as he empties inside of her. There's a wet mess between their bodies, both of them glistening with sweat, and Bucky's head hits the stair with a dull thud as he holds her against his body.

Once he catches his breath, he grabs the back of Sylvie's head and kisses her hard, slicking his tongue against hers as he palms at her ass. "I'm never gonna be able to walk up these steps without thinking about this," he admits against her mouth, smiling and biting playfully at her bottom lip.

"Good," she replies simply before kissing him again. With every memory created in this place, it becomes more theirs. She's never had a home before this townhouse and now, within less than a year, she can point to nearly every space and remember something that happened there.

Something with Loki. Something with Bucky. Others, too, the friends she's made. What a strange world she's found.

She kisses the edge of Bucky's jaw, hiding her face slightly as she does, so she can murmur, "I love you," without feeling too vulnerable.

"I'm so glad," Bucky pants out sincerely when she says that she loves him, still awed to hear the words from her and to know that she means them just as much as he does. "I love you, too."

He gives her a moment to shield her face, knowing that she needs it, and then gently palms her jaw and shifts her face until he can press a soft kiss to her forehead, and then another to her mouth. After a few moments, Bucky curls his metal arm around her waist and grunts as he lifts her off of his cock. His come leaks out of her, rolling in a thick bead down her thigh, and he palms gently at her swollen cunt just to feel for himself how warm and wet she is.

Bucky takes his hand away and meets her eye as he sucks the pad of his thumb clean, tasting them both with a bashful sort of grin before holding onto her and getting to his feet, holding her against him as if she weighed nothing at all.

"Probably time for a shower, huh?" He carries her the rest of the way up the stairs and toward her bedroom, stopping briefly to press her back against the door and kiss her again, slow and deep, pouring affection into it.

"A shower, a nap," she agrees, smirking slightly at the way he carries her as if she weighs nothing at all. To him, she supposes it isn't much effort, the same as it might be for her. She's not quite as strong as he is, but there's certainly more strength in her than even a regularly strong man.

He stops to kiss her and Sylvie's arms snake around his shoulder, holding him tight as they kiss. It feels different than it did only moments before. Intimate in a different way. A kiss that isn't necessarily a lead in to sex and she finds she loves this moment as much as any of the others they've shared.

That alone ought to be frightening and it both is and isn't. She's prepared to be terrified, as it turns out.

“Mm, are you saying that I wore you out?” Bucky teases between kisses, palming at her ass and the backs of her thighs as her full breasts press against his chest. He doesn’t think that he’ll ever tire of touching her all over, whether it leads to sex or not. Her skin is so soft, so smooth, and Bucky wants to touch his mouth to every single inch of it.

Bucky carries her into the bathroom and, as always, blushes slightly at the sight of the tub. It’s where the three of them first came together, back when Bucky had no idea how it all would work. Turns out that it just does, despite all the reasons it probably shouldn’t, and he’s grateful for that.

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t get on my knees and go down on you one more time?” He teases as he steps into the shower and closes the glass door behind them, finally setting Sylvie back down on her feet and grinning down at her, hands sliding up her sides. “Pity. I was even gonna let you pull my hair.”