Natasha had no idea how it would end. Badly, given both of their track records. But that wasn't anything they weren't used to, now was it? And she'd meant what she'd said; she wasn't going to miss even the smallest thing that was good, that was real. So she led Bucky into the suite's bedroom, sparsely but tastefully decorated in the classic Romanian style.

Though the decor was a bit lost on her when Bucky came up behind her, gently pulling aside her long curls to place a row of warm kisses along her exposed skin. They brought a shiver, as well as a soft, needful moan. Natasha lifted a hand to guide his head further, tilting hers aside to offer him more pale skin, more eager flesh.

She'd changed shortly after they'd returned to the hotel, once more in her comfortable t-shirt and shorts, and she guided his left hand to the hem of the shirt, unhesitatingly placing that metal palm flat against her midriff. The coolness was such a vibrant contrast to her warm skin; gooseflesh rippled from just that simple touch. But she liked it; wanted more.