maskirovka | overflow / open post II

He impaled her and she squealed, not having expected it so assertive. But it was glorious, and her voice devolved to a wanton moan when he filled her all the way. "Dzheeyyymsss," she moaned, squeezing his cock so tight, still so wet and sensitive she thought she might implode at just a single thrust. "Ohhh, so big...you fill me all the way..."

She lowered her head to roll her hips back against his, begging with her body. After another girlish, needy moan, the teenager begged, "Fuck me, Professor. Pozhaluysta, oh, pleeeease...fuck me deep." Hopefully the headboard would leave some new marks in the wall, or a bedspring or two would lose its twang. But she wanted it, wanted him.

"Please, give to me, Dzheyms...so, so good...so good..."

It's exactly what he wants to do, fuck her deep, so when Bucky pulls back out he almost pulls out all the way and then he presses back in hard. It's faster than he's been with her and probably a little harder but it feels damn good and she seems to want him.

He knows his breath is coming fast and all he can hear are her soft noises and the slap of skin. Natalia is loud, though, so he knows she'll be calling his name and begging for him throughout and God, if that doesn't fluff his ego. It makes him feel like he's the only man in the world.

His hips slammed hard against her ass, and Natalia reveled in it. This was what she'd wanted; this man's unbridled lust, his profound passion, executed on her tender little body. James fucked her as she'd begged, and it wasn't very long at all before her voice filled his bedroom, gasping and crying his name, begging him for more, letting him know in broken English interspersed with accented Russian just how much she loved having him in such a way.

Her petite body tightened around his thrusting cock, her breasts full, aching, and jolting back and forth with their rough lovemaking, and it was all she could do to squeeze one tight nipple, gasping at the sharp pain coupled with the astonishing pleasure he was giving her. She dimly heard the headboard join in, and its sharp knocking mixed with her guttural cries, along with the symphony of his strong hips slapping her perfectly rounded ass as he pummeled her.

It's a lot, having sex like this, and Bucky doesn't remember how long it's been since he has. He knows he's going to leave bruises on Natalia's pale skin; the press of his hands is just too hard for someone as pale and delicate as she is. He doesn't think it will matter, though, as long as they're where she can cover them up.

It takes him a while to come and that surprises him. Normally he's quick with Natalia but he holds on this time through all of her cries and begging and when he does come, he presses into her hard and it's all he can do to keep from collapsing.

"Hold on a little longer and I'll move, okay?"

She climaxed just when he did, the flood inside her triggering her own mind-shocking orgasm, and Natalia didn't really remember dropping to her elbows to ride it out as her slim body locked down around her professor's spasming cock, but she came back to coherence with liquid gold glittering everywhere. He felt magnificent buried deep and thick inside her, and she couldn't help the small wiggle at his words.

"Da," she moaned, all but spent. "Stay," she begged then, rubbing her ass against his groin. "You inside me...I love it..." The girl slowly splayed across the mattress, coaxing him down and over her, and she turned her head to press a kiss to his lips. "Mmmm, professor," she purred, languid, "you fuck so good, baby..."

Bucky thinks he's probably crushing her, honestly, because he's a big guy and Natalia is a really small girl but it feels good to be covering her so he doesn't move. He hasn't pulled completely out, either, so they're still connected and it feels damn good.

"What'd I say about calling me professor in bed? That's illegal, Natalia," he says, laughing softly. "I don't want to be reminded that I'm your teacher and you could get me incredibly and spectacularly fired. And don't start with your I'm legal in Russia thing either. Even if you were older than me it would be illegal because you're my student."

She rolled her eyes to his grousing, snorting a bit in mild consternation. "If we were in Russia," she informed him a little tartly, "we would already be married, with two children already. And my belly would be big with third child. So. There." Thank God for American contraceptives. A gynecologist had been her second stop after arriving in the United States.

"I have diplomatic immunity," she reminded him, leaning her head over to nuzzle his cheek. "And if I say, applies to you, too. So stop this worry. It will be fine. We will be lovers, good for each other, and everyone else, fuck them. You are mine, Dzheyms, and that is just how it is."

And she meant every single word.

Even though he was still more or less holding her down on the bed, Natalia speared him with a serious emerald gaze. "Tell me truly," she said, "you enjoy fucking me? Having me here?" Her tone was a little stern, but her gaze softened, became truly vulnerable. Because if he said no, she honestly thought she might just die from a completely broken heart.

"I thought that was pretty obvious," Bucky says softly. "And if it's not, I'm...I'm really sorry, Natalia. I don't want to be bad at this. I don't let people in because I don't want to be hurt so if I hurt you or made you think I didn't want you here, that's not the case. I just worry about things because that's who I am."

He feels bad now because looking back over the things he's said - yeah. Maybe it isn't clear he wants her here. It's pretty shitty to think he'd been having sex with her and she wasn't even sure he wanted her there.

"I'm sorry, Natalia. I messed it up."

"It's okay," she forgave him. "America is...complicated." Natalia rolled her eyes again. "It has been long time for you." She understood, perhaps better than anyone else might. "It is hard, sometimes, to trust again. Especially when someone close does the hurting." Her own mother had been hers.

A moment later, she wiggled out from under him, coming back to nestle at his side, curled in the curve of his arm and his long body. "I want to stay with you," the girl told him. "And love you. Like...like...good woman does. And for you to be mine. ...and...and maybe love me, one day. When you can."

She would not sniffle. But she did bury her face in his neck, arms locked tight around him.

"Does it bother you? That I'm tentative about feelings? Because I got hurt bad, Natalia. I can't do it again because I don't think I'd ever get myself out there again."

He strokes her hair and tries to soothe her a little bit. "It isn't your fault. I care about you a lot and I want to make this a thing, a real relationship. I just can't give love away just yet. I have to have a little time to trust myself again."

Mute, she shook her head, not wanting to articulate just now. She knew he'd been devastated by his messy divorce, and the girl had sworn that if she ever crossed paths with that hateful bitch, the world would be less one back-stabbing whore, and the better for it.

Slowly, Natalia sat up and pulled away slightly, wanting to give him some space, ironic since she'd been all over him for the last sixteen hours. Lower lip caught between her teeth, the girl crossed her arms over her breasts, reflexive. Shy.

"It doesn't bother me," she finally replied. "I understand. This," she placed a small hand on his naked thigh, "is enough for me. Right now." And offered a tentative little smile.

"I don't mean to hurt you," Bucky says softly. She's pulled away from him and drawn inward so he wants to make it better, if he can, because the last thing he wants is to cut Natalia on the daggers he has pointed at himself. It's not fair to her.

"If it makes you feel better, it's not just sex to me. I care about you a lot. I care about you so much that I want to tell you I love you just so you're not hurt by me. But it would be worse to say it and know I'm not there yet then to hold it back until I'm ready."

"I know." Small and pale, Natalia half-turned to look back at her gorgeous lover, still naked amid the well-stirred sheets. "It's okay, James," she assured him, smile a little wan. "It really is." The clock in the hallway suddenly chimed noon, and Natalia blinked. Had they really been at each other since breakfast hours ago? Apparently so.

She slithered from Bucky's bed, retrieving his button-up shirt as she did, slipping it on. "Gonna clean up, then get some food. Da?" It meant time away from each other, and she hated it, but the girl did think she needed to clear her head a little, away from his general vicinity. She simply couldn't think whenever he was near.

Bucky still thinks he fucked it up and probably badly but he hadn't meant to do anything wrong. Honestly, he'd only wanted to tell the truth and sometimes the truth can hurt. He gets dressed in sweatpants but doesn't bother with a shirt and by the time he gets down to the kitchen, he sees that Natalia's beaten him down there.

"What's for...brunch? Lunch? I don't know what we call this meal since we've been in bed all day," Bucky says, trying to crack a joke.

She'd cleaned up, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and was in the process of setting out leftover sausage from breakfast and the Chinese leftovers from last night. "Me, either," she replied, smiling over one shoulder. "But I'm starved. Busy night," she added with a wry little grin.

Natalia wasn't going to dwell on what they couldn't have, at least not right now, and had resolved to just let things be what they were. She knew she tended to jump the gun when it came to certain things, and patience was a virtue she still needed to learn.

"Just enough eggrolls left for two of us," she stated, placing two each on their plates. "You want soda? Or fresh coffee?"

"Coffee. I need the energy after a night like that." Bucky flashes a grin at her because honestly, it was one of the best nights of his life. He shouldn't be doing any of this and he knows it but he thinks the illegal aspect is part of the appeal. It's so wrong but it feels so right.

"Nothing like leftover Chinese for breakfast, though. I used to always think it tasted better cold and I am pretty sure that still stands up even now. It has a little bit of a...you're too eager to get back to what you're doing to heat it up."

Natalia smirked and reached for the coffeepot, rinsing it out then filling the reservoir with water before putting two scoops into the clean filter. "Chinese food is favorite," she agreed, bringing both of their plates to the small table by the window. "Easy to eat in a hurry, and still good when cold, as you say."

She took her own chair this time, sitting demure and delicate, one hand in her lap and the other operating her chopsticks flawlessly. It was tempting, as it had been earlier, to sit in her professor's lap and make out while eating, but she'd resolved to give him a little space and take her own clear-headed breath of fresh air.

So to speak.

He was still gorgeous, tousled and half-dressed, with that very well-fucked look, evident in both his expression and the languid movements of his beautiful body. Even now, she couldn't wait to get her hands and mouth on him again. After lunch.

"What kind of diet do they keep you on anyway? I figure you've been treating yourself with me because I hear those gymnast diets are brutal." Bucky likes the sport and did even before Natalia (it helps that his friend coaches it) but there's dirty sides to every sport. He knows about how Olympic teams pressure their athletes to death and he hopes that isn't the case for Natalia or at least isn't here in the US.

"I'm guessing high protein, low carb, low sugar, right? I would die. I have a sweet tooth."

"Protein shakes," she replied after swallowing a bite of chicken. "And lots of carbs for late meal." And her workouts were brutal, so all of those carbohydrates were put to good use. "Workouts in early morning, two, three hours before class. Then again in evening." She rolled her eyes lightly. "Is fun, keeps me in great shape," she gestured down at her body, "but not my passion."

Her career path was trauma-recovery and rehabilitation; gymnastics had just been a fun elective until coming to America.

"I like sweets, too," the girl told him, smiling crookedly. "But yeah, low sugar. Lots of bland food." Natalia wrinkled her nose. "Boring, honestly. But this," she indicated their spread, "very good."

"Not wanting to go to the Olympics, huh? Well damn. I could say I knew a member of the Russian National Team," Bucky teases. "But I wouldn't want that much pressure. I played football in high school and college - American Football. I played tight end, which probably means nothing to you."

Bucky thinks he should probably teach her some of the basics if she's going to live here because he does like to watch games on the weekends while he grades.

"It's fun. I guess we could go to a game on Saturday now that I'm your guardian and it won't look weird." Bucky makes a face. "But do not ever remind me of that when we're fooling around."

One of Natalia's eyebrows went up. "Imperial Russian princess not famous for you? Tsk, tsk." She clucked her tongue in reproof. "Shame." She ate a few more bites, realizing she was actually hungrier than she thought. "I know some about football. American-style." Her uncle was known to watch a game now and again. All ball-based sports were silly to her, but if the men loved them...

Going to a live game did sound fun, but then the professor once more said that, and her face fell before she could help it. Natalia slowly put down her chopsticks, suddenly not hungry anymore. She sighed, propping her head on a hand.

"Why do you always say that? Our ages, do they bother you so much?" She frowned, sitting up and putting both hands in her lap, averting her gaze to stare out of the window. "Just numbers," she said coldly. "Means nothing."

"Means something to my job here and to the state of New York," Bucky points out. "So I can't really take you on dates like I would or be publicly affectionate because I'd like to not be arrested. So yeah, I wanna be careful, because it's not good for either of us if I get slapped with a rape charge because you're not seventeen yet."

Bucky guesses it sounds harsh to her, considering her age, but he has to be cautious. It won't work if he's not.

"I care about you, Natalia. I can't take care of you if I'm being booked and charged for breaking the law. So we have to be careful, okay? And...I just wanna be your boyfriend in bed. I don't want to think about my job or being your guardian or anything like that. I just wanna be me. Do you understand it a little bit?"

Her jaw tightened, but she didn't let her exasperation get the better of her. She'd been raised better than that. Delicate nostrils flared with her exhaled breath, and she kept her hands tightly clasped in her lap. She'd known it was going to be hard, loving this man, especially here. Not for the first time did she wish they were both back home in Mother Russia, where things so irrelevant as age didn't matter a bit.

"I understand," Natalia finally replied, still gazing out of the window, its gauzy curtain shading the glass panes. Her tone was still somewhat frosty. "Do rules apply here, in house, too?" Because if she had to "play the part" behind the closed front door, she honestly had to wonder if the heartache was even worth it.

"No," Bucky says. "Look, my job is important to me. Maybe it isn't important to you, maybe you think I'm gonna end up moving to Russia in six months or something - but I worked hard for this. I'm doing something I love doing. Even if I do move to Russia with you, which I probably will, I'd still be teaching. It's not about the money for me. I don't want to lose what I worked for because the law doesn't see this relationship the same way we see it."

He sighs a little. "And when I'm here, in the house, I want to be James. I don't want to feel like a fetish, you know? I don't want to be called professor when I'm just trying to be myself. It makes me feel like that's all you want - that I'm just a fling you can tell your friends about later. And I don't want that. I don't want to feel that way. So no, there's not rules in the house except that one. I want to be more than just sex. That's all. That's the only rule."

She jerked around to stare at him, green eyes suddenly gone cold. "Is that what you truly think of me?" Her English became frosty, more clipped, pronounced. "That I am empty-headed child, incapable of thinking beyond your cock?" The girl jerked up from the table, snatching her dishes and all but throwing them into the sink.

Whirling around on him again, Natalia planted her hands on her hips, ignoring the swing of deep russet curls around her pale face. "Do you truly think I would want you if you were not exactly who you are?" Her nostrils flared, full breasts heaving beneath his haphazardly-buttoned shirt. "I love that you are teacher. Educated. Smart. Kind. Sexy. No other man have I ever seen is like you."

She cocked her hip, leaning forward slightly, emphasizing her next words. "I told you I would not tell anyone. No one. No friends." She snorted, waving a hand dismissively. "I have none. Imperial family learns early to trust nyet, James Barnes. So no one will ever know, about us. And why would I share?" It was a scoff. "American women, stupid. To ignore man like you, right under their nose."

Gripped with frustration and enough anger to make her tremble, Natalia abruptly bit off the rest of her rant and slewed back around to the sink, snatching the sponge and turning on the water to scrub jerkily at the dishes she'd just tossed in.

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