They used to take care with their wardrobe, particularly since explaining the loss of it to their handlers wasn't ever ideal. But this time, there was no one to answer to, save for perhaps each other, and words were simply inadequate when it came to that. Instead, they spoke in frantic kisses and eager touches, sharp bites and raking fingernails. And it was, perhaps, the only language that they both never needed translated. Especially when it was spoken with each other.
Natasha wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but all of a sudden both she and Bucky were naked, she was back astride his lap, feeling the corded strength in those powerful, beautiful thighs, and she wasted not a second more in shifting about just right and sinking down on his erect cock, biting off a whimpering moan as he filled her in a single smooth stroke. Her knees dug into the sand, but her hands were holding his head still for her desperate kisses, and they rose and fell together just like the tides, still crashing onto the shore not twenty yards away.
Red curls stained both of their faces, a crimson shield against the rest of the goddamned world, but Natasha couldn't get enough of him; she clutched him as tightly as she could, gasping small cries of pure pained pleasure as they surged against each other, and she thought she'd never, ever, get enough.
It's never enough with her. It's why he'd ended up getting reprogrammed to begin with, being with her, and when he'd broken free of Hydra and his memories had come flooding back they'd all been painted with the crimson of Natasha's hair against his skin.
He holds her hips tightly, holding her stable so he can thrust up into her in spite of her being in his lap and when he kisses her, it's no soft thing. It's furious and wild as the sea behind them - tongues and teeth and lips meeting in a riot.
It's not wise to do this out in the open, maybe, but even in a resort town like this one two people losing themselves to passion on a mostly private beach wouldn't be worth notice. Besides, Bucky just doesn't care.
Natasha dimly realized that she tasted blood, who's she didn't know nor care. All that mattered was the exquisite coppery flavor on her tongue, accompanied by the frantic buck of Bucky's body beneath hers, driving her higher and higher with breathless abandon as they slipped and slid against each other. His bruising grip at her hips kept her from thrashing, but she nevertheless writhed against him, needing him to drive her insane.
Frantic kisses turned sloppier still, and Natasha finally had to rip her mouth away to breathe, and then call his name in a breathless, panting voice, whining as she strained both around his aching cock and in his unassailable grasp. The thought that someone might see never once entered her mind; her entire world consisted of her James, their passion, and her need.
Blood and tears have never been a problem for him. It's furious, their coupling, and everything about them is fire and passion and all the things that HYDRA never wanted them to have. No matter what they do, no matter how their change their memories, they always drift back.
They fit.
Her body is tight and wet around him, a perfect fit, and while he normally likes laying a woman out and wringing pleasure out of her for hours he needs to reconnect with Natasha right now in the most primal way he can. They're both monsters, in a way, carefully reared by their cruel keepers, and it's marked them.
"Tell me it'll never be anyone but me. Tell me it's only me."
She did, because it was true. No one had ever had this much power over her, had ever been able to break her apart with just a simple touch. A word, a look, a smile; those were Bucky's most powerful weapons when it came to dealing with Natalia Romanova. And she shuddered apart in his arms, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck as she quaked, nearly turning herself inside out as she gripped him in every way that she could.
She knew she'd have bruises later, and no small amount of them, but she'd wear them lovingly, as pleased as any female had the right to be after a night of mind-shattering pleasure with her man. When she could finally breathe again - albeit shakily - Natasha licked the marks she'd left in Bucky's thick neck and ran her tongue up to his ear, licking and suckling the lobe.
"Come in me, malyutka," she ordered in her lust-laced voice. "Only you, James. It's always only ever been you.."
When she uses his given name and not soldat or Bucky or anything else, that's when he breaks apart the most. It's so tender even if this sex is far from it and he digs his fingers into her hips tight enough to bruise even darker as he pumps into her one, two, three more times until he's coming on a long, low growl.
His heart is beating too fast and his breath is coming in shallow gasps. It had built up to this, he knows, but he's still overwhelmed at how much he's feeling right now. He feels as if his whole body is a live wire, a fuse ready to go at any moment.
"I love you, Natalia. You know that, don't you? How much I love you?"
She was still shaking in his arms, trembling almost uncontrollably. But she kept her tight hold, her powerful, possessive embrace, despite the sand, sweat, and salt that coated them both. They were both such a mess, filthy from their explosive climaxes, but it couldn't have happened any other way. Their desire, their unequivocal need, for the other denied anything else.
Hearing Bucky's guttural declaration had tears staining her lashes again, smeared over his skin where she'd buried her face into his neck. But she nodded silently, not trusting her voice, and the wind scraped her tender skin raw, but it was a welcome pain, compared to this shattering she still felt inside. Yes, she knew. All else she might have forgotten, or chosen simply to not remember, but there was no way to ignore that.
He loved her. Even if she didn't deserve it.
"...I know," she managed to whisper, burying a hand in his hair, gripping tight.
"Never going to stop loving you," Bucky murmurs, keeping her close. They'll have to move eventually because they're a mess and need a shower to get everything sluiced off their bodies (and, frankly, probably for another round) but for right now he just wants to hold Natasha and let her know he's going to be there for her. He doesn't care how long it takes for her to get her memory back or if it never comes back entirely - they can build on what they have now.
"There's nothing anyone can do that will keep me from you. I'm going to be the one between you and everyone else who wants you," he murmurs. "There's no one and nothing that will take you away from me unless you just want to leave."
She'd be taking his heart with her, yeah, but he'd just have to learn how to live without it.
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Natasha wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but all of a sudden both she and Bucky were naked, she was back astride his lap, feeling the corded strength in those powerful, beautiful thighs, and she wasted not a second more in shifting about just right and sinking down on his erect cock, biting off a whimpering moan as he filled her in a single smooth stroke. Her knees dug into the sand, but her hands were holding his head still for her desperate kisses, and they rose and fell together just like the tides, still crashing onto the shore not twenty yards away.
Red curls stained both of their faces, a crimson shield against the rest of the goddamned world, but Natasha couldn't get enough of him; she clutched him as tightly as she could, gasping small cries of pure pained pleasure as they surged against each other, and she thought she'd never, ever, get enough.
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He holds her hips tightly, holding her stable so he can thrust up into her in spite of her being in his lap and when he kisses her, it's no soft thing. It's furious and wild as the sea behind them - tongues and teeth and lips meeting in a riot.
It's not wise to do this out in the open, maybe, but even in a resort town like this one two people losing themselves to passion on a mostly private beach wouldn't be worth notice. Besides, Bucky just doesn't care.
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Frantic kisses turned sloppier still, and Natasha finally had to rip her mouth away to breathe, and then call his name in a breathless, panting voice, whining as she strained both around his aching cock and in his unassailable grasp. The thought that someone might see never once entered her mind; her entire world consisted of her James, their passion, and her need.
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They fit.
Her body is tight and wet around him, a perfect fit, and while he normally likes laying a woman out and wringing pleasure out of her for hours he needs to reconnect with Natasha right now in the most primal way he can. They're both monsters, in a way, carefully reared by their cruel keepers, and it's marked them.
"Tell me it'll never be anyone but me. Tell me it's only me."
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She knew she'd have bruises later, and no small amount of them, but she'd wear them lovingly, as pleased as any female had the right to be after a night of mind-shattering pleasure with her man. When she could finally breathe again - albeit shakily - Natasha licked the marks she'd left in Bucky's thick neck and ran her tongue up to his ear, licking and suckling the lobe.
"Come in me, malyutka," she ordered in her lust-laced voice. "Only you, James. It's always only ever been you.."
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His heart is beating too fast and his breath is coming in shallow gasps. It had built up to this, he knows, but he's still overwhelmed at how much he's feeling right now. He feels as if his whole body is a live wire, a fuse ready to go at any moment.
"I love you, Natalia. You know that, don't you? How much I love you?"
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Hearing Bucky's guttural declaration had tears staining her lashes again, smeared over his skin where she'd buried her face into his neck. But she nodded silently, not trusting her voice, and the wind scraped her tender skin raw, but it was a welcome pain, compared to this shattering she still felt inside. Yes, she knew. All else she might have forgotten, or chosen simply to not remember, but there was no way to ignore that.
He loved her. Even if she didn't deserve it.
"...I know," she managed to whisper, burying a hand in his hair, gripping tight.
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"There's nothing anyone can do that will keep me from you. I'm going to be the one between you and everyone else who wants you," he murmurs. "There's no one and nothing that will take you away from me unless you just want to leave."
She'd be taking his heart with her, yeah, but he'd just have to learn how to live without it.