Bucky and TJ - Backdated - NSFW
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ax_mainBucky and TJ hook up after Kitty's Sweet Sixteen. It gets NSFW for a while there in the middle.
Beau is snoring.
Did it matter whether that was true or not? TJ didn't think so. All that mattered was that Bucky was still up, since he replied to her text. One thing led to another led to an invitation, and before she knew it, TJ was slipping down the hallway to go knock on his door. After a quick shower, she'd changed out of her dress and into what she used for pyjamas, a pair of cotton shorts and a crop top on which she had stenciled BUTT MONKEY, for old times' sake, and her hair was down and still a little damp, drying naturally into its usual wavy self.
Bucky wasn’t sure what they were doing. Oh, he had some ideas as he invited TJ to come over if she couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t bothered to change yet for the night. Sleep was often a stranger, so Bucky was still in his black jeans. He’d lost the boots and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the white tank beneath. Bucky opened the door up and stepped back to let TJ in.
“No rest for the wicked, huh?”
"Rest for some of the wicked," TJ retorted with a sharp grin, moving into the room with an appreciative glance over him. Seeing that outfit get more casual and relaxed was its own form of hot. Slipping past Bucky and into the room didn't come without a two-fold sentiment. One side nerves, the other thrill, and TJ was going to focus on the latter, thanks. Nerves didn't look right on her.
Bucky snicked the door shut and leaned back against it. He was tempted to reach for her, call the bluff on any pretext, but he hesitated. Let the thought breathe. It was funny that TJ was right earlier, her usual outfits showed off much more than that brown dress. Hard not to notice all that tone muscle. The way she moved. Usually when he noticed he didn’t also have the urge to slide his hand to the small of her back and pull her closer against him, but dancing and flirting earlier planted that seed deep.
Bucky smiled as he realized he’d paused too long, and it must be nothing but obvious that he was looking her over. “Hey,” he said. He straightened up, then extended his good hand to her.
Good, he was checking her out, too. It put a small smile on TJ's lips, even before he held his hand out to her. That only made her smile that much closer to a smirk, as she put her hand in his. "Hey." She stepped closer. "This the part where I throw you down?"
Bucky pulled her in, slipping an arm around her waist. His hand brushed along her side, grazing lightly with metal fingertips. “Either that or we dance. What’s the play?”
Metal or not, they were his fingers brushing her fur, and TJ had to suppress a small shiver - thrill, definitely thrill, no doubt there. One of her hands settled on his shoulder, the other on his chest, as if they might just break into dancing any second, and she looked up into his face, their height difference more obvious now that they were standing so close. "Well, there's no music..."
He leaned down the inch, lips brushing the corner of her mouth. “Want to make some?”
The utter corniness pushed a laugh out of TJ's lips. "That was terrible," she told him, but she was smiling - at least until she turned her head and caught his lips in a first kiss, the actual answer to his question.
Bucky knew how bad the line was and loved that she kissed him despite it. He kissed TJ back, wrapping both arms around her to hold her close.
When was the last time you did this for yourself... Who was the last girl you wanted outside a long game?
There was no hesitation in the way Bucky kissed back, and TJ's nerves subsided to give more space to the thrill of it. She hadn't had a first kiss with someone since John - although she shoved the memory aside in favor of focusing on the press of Bucky's lips against hers. She shifted closer into his arms, and darted her tongue out to skim over his lips. Hell yes she wanted to deepen the kiss.
Bucky slid his palm to the small of her back, giving in to that urge to touch. Then, careful not to catch her tail, he slipped the other arm under her and lifted TJ up.
TJ smiled against his lips, legs folding on either side of Bucky's hips. Not that he would need her to hold on, given his strength, but the response came naturally. Her tail curled around to stroke up his non-metal arm, enjoying the feeling of tense muscle, and she renewed the kiss, deeper, but without urgency, despite how much closer some parts of their anatomy now were. Oh, but Bucky was a good kisser. Not really surprising, given the way he danced, but it was still very welcome.
He really did have a thing for holding her. The next time he did a lift in class he would remember the feel of her tail brushing along his skin, and how easily she wrapped around him. The future would be filled with distraction. But no thinking about later. He wanted to be here now.
He meant to carry her over to the bed, but he got distracted kissing her more. Eventually he took a few steps over. Instead of putting her down he sat on the edge of the bed, leaving her on top of him. No need to rush this. He just didn’t have a lot of flat surfaces to choose from.
Never mind that TJ had never gotten into heavy make-outs (or more) with anyone who didn't have superstrength; the ease with which Bucky carried her, the control in his movements as he sat on the bed, it all was very, very hot. She ended up straddling his lap, fingers carding up through his hair as they found a new, better angle to kiss. Her tail kept stroking his arm, then down his shoulder to wrap around his back. There might not be any urgency to the moment, but there was still more heat than TJ had expected, so quickly. She wasn't sure if it was him, them, or how long she'd gone without anything like this, but she was definitely turned on enough to want more.
Bucky responded easily to the fingers in his hair, letting TJ tip his head back to where she wanted him. His hands ended up on her hips, but holding on tight only restrained her movement. A quick adjustment had him cupping the curve of her ass. Bucky made a low sound. Yeah, definitely approving of this angle.
That sound shot all the way down her spine, and TJ was very determined to draw other sounds like that out of him. She was very happy with his hands where they were, too, and rolled her hips to shift on top of him as they kept on kissing.
Bucky broke the kiss after another roll of her hips, gasping, “Fuck, TJ.” He ducked to kiss along her jaw, pressed a kiss over her pulse. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.
TJ chuckled happily, her own arousal making that laugh, and her words, more throaty than usual. "You're just saying that 'cause I'm not throwing you anywhe..." The end of the word was lost in a soft moan as his lips found a soft spot on her neck.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this with Bucky Barnes. Except the guy gasping from the roll of her hips wasn't 'Bucky Barnes' anymore. He'd become more than the alternate version of that dour-faced guy on her mom's team. He was Bucky who danced so well, who respected and cared for his boss, who loved sparring with TJ as much as she did with him, Bucky who did lifts with her just as soon as with Kurt, and Bucky who had apparently zero issue with the blue fuzz on her body, given what his mouth was currently doing to her neck. And TJ was very, very thankful for that.
All of that, really.
And it wasn't encouraging her to stop rolling her hips, on the contrary. "Shit, Bucky." One of her hands was still in his hair, the other over the curve of his shoulder, and her tail remained around his waist, urging him to stay close, as she tilted her own head away, giving him more access to her neck.
He definitely didn’t mind the light fur, soft under his lips. As long as it was good for her he was happy to explore the length of her throat. He focused on finding what she liked, what made her tighten her grip around him.
A little voice in the back of his head wondered what the hell he was doing, thrilled and terrified by the freedom to want.
It had been entirely too long. A year and a half, maybe? Give or take. Time was hard to keep track of when you kept jumping from one world to the next. But entirely too long was a given, seeing how her body responded. TJ would worry later about what this was, or what it wasn't. Right now there was just the press and drag of Bucky's lips, his hands on her ass, the bulge she was rocking on, and the slide of his skin on the end of her tail as she slipped it under his tank, stroking the small of his back, the dip of his spine. She only dislodged his mouth from her neck so she could catch his lips in another kiss, arms tightening around him as she rolled her hips again.
Bucky made a small, rough sound and kissed her back hard. The jeans were torture at this point, which he probably deserved. She was driving him absolutely crazy. Bucky finally wrapped his arms around her and rolled TJ flat against the bed. He broke the grip she had on him, moving down to kiss the hollow of TJ's throat, then lower down her chest as his hands slid up under the material.
TJ laughed at the roll, surprise and arousal woven into the sound. "Now you're throwing me down." Or close enough, anyway. They'd lost some very welcome contact where she kind of wanted it the most, so she pulled his hips closer between her folded legs, even as his hands confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"That a complaint?" Bucky asked. He wriggled down further, a path in mind if she'd let him get there.
"Really not," TJ confirmed, lifting her head to punctuate that sentence with a wicked smile sent his way. She wasn't certain what destination he had in mind for now, but she certainly didn't mind his journey so far, so no stopping him.
If she kept grinding against him Bucky was absolutely coming in his jeans, and he wasn't ready for that yet. He grinned back at TJ and then reached to break that grip she had around him. He spread her legs and slid all the way down. He pressed the next open mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh.
TJ was so surprised she leaned up on an elbow, looking down at him with raised eyebrows and an incredulous smile. "Seriously?" Except her tone was utter delight. She'd expected a good make-out session, maybe a hand job or two. This felt like a serious step-up, but the thought of it flooded her lower belly with warmth and zinged arousal down her spine. How could it not, when he looked so happy about it? The look in his eyes was the ultimate turn-on. She bit down on her lip, then tugged at his shirt with her tail. "But please lose some clothes."
He responded with another kiss, tongue working an inch lower and teeth grazing lightly. Bucky rubbed his cheek along the inside of her thigh, bringing his lips to hem of her shorts. “What?” He rumbled. “You want a show?”
TJ's thigh quivered at the combination of tongue and a hint of teeth, and she chuckled. "I was just gunning for more naked skin, but if you're offering..."
Bucky laughed and sat up. He rolled his sleeves down enough to slide the button-down off. He reached for the undershirt next, stretching up as he pulled it off to give TJ the best view of full torso. Now shirtless, literally gleaming because of the damn arm, he gave TJ an amused smile. “Better?”
TJ licked her lips as the tank top came off, and it wasn't calculated at all. No, it was 100% a reaction to how likable Bucky's muscular torso was, from well defined muscles to the dips of his hips, and the line of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. "That's one word for it," she confirmed, leaning up on her hand now to reach out with the other. She stroked it down over his pec, then back up and over to his shoulder - the one that gave way to metal. "How are the sensations in the arm?" she asked quietly, yellow eyes flicking back to his.
He smoothed his free hand along her thigh as he let her objectify him. Her expression made him still, waiting patiently for her to have her fill. The hand tracing gave that hum of sensation that he was still getting used to.
“Not the same as the real thing, but I do feel. It’s a new model, new level of sensitivity. Still testing it out.”
TJ smirked. "Testing it out, huh?" They could test it out. Start small, and then build, if he was into it. She trailed two fingertips down the metal, a featherlight touch. "How does that feel?"
Bucky shivered. The arm was a piece of art, but he’d gone a damn long time without this kind of feedback from the limb.
“I don’t really know how to describe it,” he said. “Like it’s completely normal, but static at the same time. But that’s probably me, not the arm.”
His fingers crept up the side of her shorts, hooking in the waistband from the inside.
"Weird phantom stuff?" TJ asked, curling her hand around his wrist. She shifted it to slide her fingertips over the inside of it - would it also be more sensitive there, like a flesh and bone arm? And what about his palm, which was where her fingers headed next?
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I know Stark fixed it, but it’s still not all me.” He shivered as she traced along.
TJ's fingers trailed on his palm for a moment, as she considered her next move. She could direct his hand to curl around her breast, hopefully helping him make it a little more him through touching her - and it was really tempting, the way her nipples tightened at the thought. But she would get distracted too quickly, she figured.
So instead, she went for option #2, as they could always come back to #1 later, and lifted his hand to press a kiss to his palm, a kiss and a hint of tongue. And then a kiss and a hint of teeth to his fingertips, one after the other, watching him as she did so.
The fingers of his opposite hand slipped under the edge of her panties. “TJ,” he groaned softly.
TJ's breath caught, and she twisted the urge to clamp her thighs down on him - she wasn't sure whether to stop him or to keep him there. Shit, she was so wet, her pyjama shorts felt kinda soaked. "Yeah?" she asked, breathless, then ran her fangs down the side of his index finger. She licked back up the length of it, then wrapped her mouth around it, tongue curling around as she bobbed her head, her lips a snug fit, her mind (and other parts of her) fascinated by the play of emotions in his eyes.
Bucky’s senses clamored, a confusing overload that turned him on as much as it made him want to squirm. “Please,” he said, hesitant to move without her permission. “I want to make you come.”
TJ sucked on his finger for a few more seconds, then pulled off with a graze of her teeth. It felt so weird, doing it on metal, and yet seeing the way it affected Bucky. There was an odd disconnect there from her usual experiences, but she was nothing if not adaptable.
She leaned in to kiss Bucky now, her hand still holding his metal one by the wrist, the other one traveling over his perfect chest, occasionally playing with a nipple. She kissed him until they were both out of breath and she was pretty sure she'd soaked her shorts a little more, because it was kind of a total turn on that he wouldn't go there without her express consent. Then she leaned back enough to look into his eyes and finally answered him, her arousal pulsing a slow rhythm inside her, heat rising from her chest to her face. "Make me come, then."
Bucky let out a breath and returned to where he wanted to be. He slid her shorts and panties down long legs, tossing them blindly aside. He sank down the bed and hid between her thighs. Bucky could tease, like she’d been teasing him, but that wasn’t the play. He hiked her legs over his shoulders and went down like he needed this more than breathing.
TJ had to lean back on one hand when his tongue made first contact. She'd tried to be ready for it, but it had been so long, and she was so turned on. The moan pushed out of her whether she wanted it to or not, and it took a serious effort not to roll her hips into Bucky's mouth. Desperate much?
He was good with desperate. The hands on her ass all but encouraged her to rock if she wanted to. It was technically a long time since Bucky had last done this, or not as long depending on how you looked at it. He wanted to make TJ lose control. This was the one way he was eager to be used.
"You feel so good," TJ muttered in the wake of another moan, hips shifting with the encouragement of his hands on her ass. The sensations were amazing, but looking down at him between her legs made it even better, and she brushed her fingers through his hair, approval, encouragement of her own. Her pleasure was building fast, but she resisted the urge to lie back when she could keep leaning on her hand and watch him, as well as feel. Shit, Bucky Barnes was going down on her like it was the last thing he wanted to do on this earth, and it felt freaking amazing.
"Don't stop," she told him, breath short and growing shorter, torn between the dual desire to clamp her thighs around him and spread herself wide, as usual when someone went down on her. Her hand slid to the side of his face, feeling his jaw work as he licked her, and wasn't that so hot. She slipped her hand under her shirt to touch her tits, following their curves before rubbing and pinching one of her nipples. The sharpness of the sensation pushed another moan out of her, and the rhythm of her hips hitched. "Don't stop," she repeated, pleasure building upon pleasure, and she knew just what would push her over the edge, "give me your fingers too, Bucky, I want them inside me..."
Bucky groaned at that first don’t stop, and then growled even deeper at her last request. Fuck, yeah, fingers he could do. Right hand, since he wasn’t so sure about the metal in this context. He could fuck her just fine without accessories. If she was asking for more… they’d get there.
He slid his other arm under her, angling TJ’s hips up to give him better access. Feeling her tighten around him as she throbbed under his tongue. Bucky made another low sound, begging even like this.
The sounds he kept making made her even hotter, but then he gave her just what she'd asked for, and she could feel her muscles clutch around his fingers, the premises of her release. She finally gave in and went down on her back, so she could slide the hand she had been leaning on into his hair, the other one still under her shirt, touching her breasts, only adding to the amazing stimulation Bucky was offering her. And then his fingers hit the golden spot and TJ bucked under him. "There, right there, fuck, don't stop," she babbled, and it only took a few more thrusts of his fingers, swipes of his tongue before she clenched around him, moaning loudly as her orgasm shook her.
His tongue worked her slowly, a steady pressure dragging out that release. Then lightly, gently, he began coaxing her up again. Endurance wasn’t exactly a problem. Bucky could do this all night. If he eased in just right, he was pretty sure he could get one more go before she pushed him away from overstimulation. He didn’t mind the hair pulling or the legs locked around him.
It was a good thing he didn't mind them, because both tightened again when TJ realized that pleasure had started to build again, surreptitiously, while she was busy remembering how to breathe a little slower and deeper. Her fingers twisted in his hair, powerful thighs squeezing again, breath leaving her lungs in a rush of arousal and incredulity. "Bucky," she cried out, voice a little broken, but mostly don't stop, if the renewed rock of her hips against his tongue meant anything.
There was the encouragement he wanted. Bucky smiled briefly, then started to tease. They’d already raced once to the finish. This time he was taking his sweet time. TJ wasn’t going to have anymore issues sleeping when they were done.
"Don't you dare," TJ breathed out roughly, the lighter, teasing touches paradoxically more difficult to stand. "I can't - just -" She pulled on his hair pleadingly, with a moan; he was making it really hard to finish a sentence right now.
He licked with more pressure, lips closing around her clit as he sucked and flicked his tongue. A few moments of obedience before his fingers started pumping slowly again.
"Yes," TJ encouraged him immediately at the renewed pressure. Yes, so much better, this she could take, this was hurtling her back towards - another distressed moan dislodged from her throat when he slowed the motions of his fingers. "Bucky, don't be - a dick - dammit," hips rocking to try and take his fingers in more quickly than he meant for her to, "please, Bucky."
With a low chuckle he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. He glanced up with a rakish smile, fingers pumping stronger as he caught her eyes. “Yes, m’am,” he said smartly. Then yes, he stopped being a dick, and gave her exactly what she wanted.
TJ's chuckle at his cheek disappeared into another moan as his tongue came back, licking over her frankly, and his fingers stroked and rubbed against her g-spot in earnest, and all she could do was moan with his rhythm, which each new assault of pleasure. It was all she could do to stop them from turning into shouts, and if it wasn't for the fact that they were in a high school dorm, she wouldn't have bothered. They were shapeless sounds, although sometimes they nearly resembled his name, or a curse, but either way, it wasn't long at all before she came again, mouth open on a silent shout as her body clenched and quivered with her pleasure.
This time he eased her through then withdrew his fingers before it was too much. He pressed soft kisses to the inside of TJ’s thighs. Backing off, he lowered her legs back down and let her relax against the bed. Bucky rolled to the side between her and the wall. He stretched up to wrap an arm around her.
"Shit, that was awesome," TJ let out before her breath had fully evened out, turning into Bucky. Her arm went around his waist, a leg tangled with his, and her tail shamelessly curled against his ass. She stretched up to kiss him, thoroughly, because the taste of herself on his lips was a hell of a turn-on, so why would she deny herself?
Bucky smiled and then kissed her back as she claimed his mouth. He had to agree with her assessment.
It really had been awesome, but it wasn't over. Proof of that had to be making his jeans very uncomfortable, and TJ slid a hand over his amazing chest, and down his strong stomach, to palm him through the denim - without breaking the kiss, of course. The low buzz of alcohol and high from all the dancing and singing had easily morphed into the tingly, happy mood sex tended to put TJ in, and she had every intention of making sure Bucky got to come, too. The only question was how, because there were several very appealing options.
He grunted softly as she felt him up, the kiss getting more desperate. Yeah. The jeans were killing him. Why the hell did he wear such snug jeans tonight?
TJ smiled appreciatively against his lips; she liked feeling how hard eating her out had made him, and that edge of desperation in his kiss. And she was looking forward to getting more acquainted with his cock, but she also had plans for his chest. Good thing she didn't have to choose. She rolled on top of Bucky, pushing her hair to one side of her face as she straddled his thighs. She bent over to start mapping his chest with her mouth, even as her hands opened his jeans.
Bucky was suddenly worried she might be tempted to take her sweet time as a bit of payback. He rocked against her palm as the zipper notched all the way down. He could feel heat burning down his neck as he realized how shameless he must look. How shameless he felt. "Fuck, TJ," he murmured softly.
Payback was the last thing on TJ's mind. For one thing, there was nothing he'd done that required it. But really, all she was after right now was mutual enjoyment. She wanted to make the most of him, even as she gave him what he very clearly needed. "Yeah," she breathed appreciatively against his collarbone, gave it a sucking kiss, then used her hands and tail to tug his pants and underwear down. Her mouth continued its trail over his pec, then closed around his nipple, tonguing at it as her hand wrapped around his hard-on. Heat suffused her cheeks in another flush of arousal as she explored the shape and feel of him, that velvet hardness in her palm.
Bucky tangled his fingers through her hair, grip comparatively gentle as he held on like a lifeline. "Fuck," he repeated eloquently.
TJ grinned against his nipple, grazed a fang over it, then laved it with her tongue, her hand beginning a slow, steady rhythm up and down Bucky's length. He was so hard, for her; it was exhilarating. She looked up at him for a few seconds, adding a twist to the end of each upstroke to see his reaction. He was gorgeous. "We can do that too, if you want," she offered, trusting in the fact that he would have condoms somewhere in the room.
Between the offer and the twist of her wrist Bucky had to squeeze his eyes shut. Tempting offer, but he wasn't sure he was ready to go there tonight. Didn't want to think about the fact that generally fucking someone meant he was infiltrating their life for other reasons. Not going there.
"Like this," Bucky murmured. "Not gonna take much."
Disappointment flickered in TJ, but she didn't let herself focus on it. It was probably for the best, anyway. She hadn't planned on any of this, originally, let alone actually fucking. Her plans, such as they were, had pretty much been thrown out the window when Bucky'd made it clear he wanted to go down on her.
And this was a great alternative, anyway. "Oh yeah?" she asked, grin audible in her voice, right before her tail came to stroke his balls, and she moved her mouth to his other nipple.
That startled a rough laugh from him, shaky as it was. "Christ, woman. You're killing me. Little tighter and it's all over." As if he hadn't been ready to explode most of the time he was going down on her. Sure. Endurance meant he could probably do a repeat, but right now he just wanted release now.
Woman. It might seem silly, but it was good to hear, now that she was back in high school, with kids who hadn't lived through a third of what she had... even before she'd been wrenched from her home. It was one of the things she liked about Bucky, that he had that same sort of maturity-by-fire. "What if I don't want it to be over yet," TJ retorted, smiling through the words as she loosened her strokes. The touch of her tail became a light tease as well, and after grinning up at Bucky, she went back to his nipple.
He groaned and knocked his head back against the mattress. "Please, TJ."
TJ very nearly pouted, but then just moved up his body with a smile, even as she tightened her strokes again. "You ask so nicely," she complimented him, and kissed him, tail back to fondling more frankly. She used her thumb to gather some moisture on one stroke, spread it down over him with the next, and drank in his moans when the twist of her wrist pulled them from him. "And you feel so good," she added when she broke the kiss, tightening her fist a little more, just like he'd asked. She looked down at her hand moving on him, and then back to his face, wanting to see his expression when he came.
Bucky's body tensed as she finally pulled him to the edge. His good hand was still tangled in her hair, but the metal arm came down, clutching the sheets. Bucky's groan was guttural as his spilled over her fingers. He pulled her in for another kiss.
Oh, he was even more beautiful when he let go like that. TJ was smiling as she bent down to kiss him, smile fading in favor of a long, deep, and deeply satisfied kiss. Her hand slowed on him, until it was simply resting on his cock in a very loose hold.
Slowly, catching his breath, Bucky wrapped both arms back around her and hugged her close. He kissed her softly, pressed another kiss to the corner of her jaw, to her throat, then back to her lips. "Better than listening to your roommate snore all night?" he asked.
TJ chuckled, low and happy. "This was better than a bunch of things." Her tail patted his hip as she pushed up. "Give me a sec." She headed into his bathroom, still wearing nothing but her crop shirt. It didn't take her long to pee, clean herself up, and get back to him with a wet towel. "Figured you could use this."
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of TJ's knuckles. "You're a saint."
The easy affection of the gesture made something warm bloom inside TJ, and she smiled at him before rolling her eyes (not that you could really tell, full yellow as they were). "You have an interesting view of saints." She squeezed his hand, then went off to drop the towel back in the bathroom, once he was all cleaned up. She came back to the bed and sat beside him, unsure about the etiquette now and ready to take her cues from him. It was his room, after all.
Bucky struggled out of the jeans while she wandered back into the bathroom, switching to a clean pair of boxer briefs. He considered throwing sweatpants on, but decided they were way past the need right now. He leaned to kiss TJ's shoulder as she sat down. "Want to crash here tonight?"
TJ smiled, the awkwardness she'd been hiding dissolving at his question. "Sure. I mean." She leaned against him and pretended to consider. "Do I have to put clothes back on?" Don't get her wrong, she'd absolutely pull her shorts back on if he felt more comfortable like that. But he'd had his head between her thighs, and she wasn't exactly modest to start with; she mostly wanted to get rid of her t-shirt.
Bucky grinned. "You can wear as much or as little clothing as you want. I'll try not to wake you if I get up to take Buttercup out early."
The dog in questions was quietly sleeping in her cage, having fortunately not rustled while they were going at it.
TJ's t-shirt had sailed over her head before he was done talking, and she pushed a hand back through her hair, smiling happily. "You could wake me up when you get back..." She'd probably wake up when he got up, knowing herself, but hey, it was a nice little fantasy all the same.
"Yeah?" He tugged the covers back and climbed in, opening his arms for her.
TJ joined him without hesitation, cuddling close and stroking an idle hand on his chest. She hadn't really had her fill of his chest, and she kind of loved that he hadn't ever seemed to give a shit about how different her hands felt from baseline hands. Not earlier when they were holding hands, and not very recently, with her hands all over him. "Yeah, you know." She grinned at him. "The pre-sleep treatment was pretty cool. Gotta wonder about the wake-up call."
“I’ll keep that under advisement.” He stroked a broad hand along her back and tucked his chin against her hair. Unlikely he’d sleep for long, but he was comfortable resting and holding her. Letting this moment of something good sink into his skin.
TJ chuckled at his phrasing and nuzzled his jaw for a moment, before settling down again. She knew that she should ask - check - that they should talk, but she also didn't want to risk ruining the evening. They could talk tomorrow, figure out what page they were on. For now, she relaxed into the moment and murmured, "Thanks for tonight, Bucky."
He pressed a kiss against her hair. “Pretty sure the magic is all you,” he murmured.
TJ couldn't help but laugh at that, and looked up at him, his features as clear to her in the dark as when the lights were on. "You're so cheesy." But there was no hint of condemnation in her voice, only very fond amusement. "I thought it was music we were making tonight."
He snorted softly. “Cut me some slack. There’s a naked, gorgeous woman in my arms.”
TJ laughed again, and pushed up to give him a slow, fond kiss for that. "Keep talking like that, Bucks, and I'll make sure I wake you up before BC needs to go out."
He chuckled. “Hey. What does TJ stand for?”
TJ settled back down against him with a bemused little smile at the randomness of the question. "Talia Josephine. Is Bucky short for something?"
He stroked his fingers along her back. That name sparked a ripple of memory. One of the pieces he was still unlodging. “James Buchanan.”
Another James. Because why not. TJ studiously ignored that, a task made easier by focusing on the slide of his hand down her back, tail shifting happily with it. Her playful smile was audible in her voice as she answered, "JB, huh?" She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, Bucky works." He was really not a JB.
“Seriously. No acronyms for me. Do you like Talia at all?”
TJ went quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah." Her chest felt so tight, and she forced herself to take a deep breath. "John called me that. On the Exiles." Instinctively, she snuggled in a little closer. Very consciously, she resisted the urge to curl a hand over her stomach. "We had to leave him behind a while back. He went into a coma from... you know, being a total hero."
Fingers stroking turned to a broad palm moving soothingly up and down her back. “Heroes can’t help themselves. Sorry you had to leave him. Hopefully he healed up and is out there making grand gestures again.”
"Yeah," TJ agreed, and smiled, quick and mostly invisible in the dark room. "Anyway. I don't mind Talia, no. It's... less me than TJ. But it's also more me, in a way?" God, she was making no sense, was she, and she chuckled at herself. "I blame you for frying my brain."
He pressed another kiss against her hair. After a pause he murmured, “The last person to call me James also went by Talia.” Not her only name. He remembered that. Remembered the way his name sounded on her lips, and that she should never have used it.
TJ chuckled in surprise. "Who was she?"
“Someone from when I wasn’t supposed to be me. I trained her. And worked with her.” He shut his eyes, hand still moving in steady circles. “One of the reasons they didn’t keep me active for long stretches of time.”
"I'm sorry," TJ told him, squeezing him around the waist. There wasn't much else to say, was there? Anything more would be trite. It was a shitty situation, but he was here. "When was that?"
That cued a huffed laugh. “Not sure. Still piecey. 60s? Maybe? Part of it. I can’t believe time jumping is common ground after dance.”
"It isn't," TJ retorted pragmatically. "I timeline-jumped, I didn't time-jump." She opened up a little distance between them, propping her head up on her hand, elbow on the mattress. Her other hand ended up on his chest, idly tracing the strong planes of it. "We do have 'being forced to leave people behind' in common, though." Her tail shifted restlessly under the covers, and she retracted it into her body. "I left a James behind, back home. My first serious boyfriend." Left him behind. As if leaving had been her choice. But it sounded less dramatic when she put it that way. "The universe needs to think of new names for people, clearly."
He rubbed his fingers through her fur. “Seriously. It makes the freedom of choice thing foggier.”
TJ chuckled. "There's a different timeline for every single choice any of us makes. What does that do for the freedom of choice?"
“Makes it possible that even when we fuck up somewhere out there it’s got to be okay.” He traced his way up her spine. “Like this choice. Can’t say I saw it coming. But right now it’s a good place to be.”
Well, OK. If he gave her that smooth of an opening, maybe they could have have that conversation tonight after all. TJ was kind of hoping it wouldn't have to be a big conversation, anyway.
"Right now?" she echoed, a curious lilt in her voice. No pressure, no expectation, but she was kind of hoping they would do this again, all the same.
Bucky hadn’t really thought how that might sound. His hand came to rest at the small of her back. “I’m not really used to thinking further than that. What comes next. This is also probably a bad time to point out I’m not the safest guy to get close to...” Probably better to say that piece before spooning naked. “How about you tell me what you want before I kill this mood completely.”
"I'm not the safest girl to get close to either," TJ replied, because it needed saying. Sure, she didn't have any programming that might be used against anyone, but hell, she'd been with a guy who'd been molded into a horseman of Apocalypse. She wasn't afraid of the Winter Soldier. Where that was concerned, she would only have to hope that they could fight the programming, if it came to that. Putting down Scott had been difficult enough. The potential emotional cost really was the only danger worth considering.
"If I get the chance, I'm going back home," she stated, as the simple fact it was. "But this was fun, and I like you. I wouldn't mind doing this again." That, she said on a tone that made it clear that she would in fact like to.
Bucky tilted her head up and kissed her. “If you get that chance, you fucking take it. As long as you have a home to go back to, don’t even pause. All these other choices will sort themselves out.” He stroked her cheek. “I’m intrigued by fun. Wouldn’t mind doing this again either. Just... it can’t always be through the night. And there are bad days. I can’t tell you how many weapons are stashed around this room. No matter how much I like you I can’t trust good. I don’t want to hurt you. But fucking and fighting are two sides of a coin.” The hand at the small of her back slid lower. “And you naked is still a woman with an arsenal. Between your powers. And the rest of you.”
"Smart man," TJ confirmed, and kissed him again. Yeah, she'd never needed weapons to fight, not even before she'd manifested. She'd insisted on learning how to fight very early on, and Aunt Kate had started teaching her even before her parents relented, and officially agreed. She pulled back, looking down at Bucky. "Is that a turn-on, or a turn-off?"
If there were bad days, she wanted to bet on 'both'. But she wasn't sure it was ever a turn-on, and not just something to be worked around. As for bad days... she doubted they'd be worse than John's, and she hadn't let those stop her.
“Depends on the day,” he answered, echoing her thoughts.
"That's okay," TJ said simply, honestly. It was definitely the better of the two answers she'd been expecting. "Whenever we want, whatever we want. Fun. I don't care how many weapons you have stashed around the room."
He wrapped his arms back around her. "I'll wake you up when I get back in. Promise."
TJ let him pull her in, lips finding his for a soft kiss. Whether or not he could see her wicked grin in the dark, it was audible in her voice as she retorted, "Not if I wake you up first."
It was pretty damn unlikely. She'd had some alcohol, and while she hadn't been drunk (dancing it off helped), it had still been enough that between that and the amazing orgasms, she would be sleeping a little too soundly to make good on that threat. Still, it was fun to consider.
“Deal.”
Beau is snoring.
Did it matter whether that was true or not? TJ didn't think so. All that mattered was that Bucky was still up, since he replied to her text. One thing led to another led to an invitation, and before she knew it, TJ was slipping down the hallway to go knock on his door. After a quick shower, she'd changed out of her dress and into what she used for pyjamas, a pair of cotton shorts and a crop top on which she had stenciled BUTT MONKEY, for old times' sake, and her hair was down and still a little damp, drying naturally into its usual wavy self.
Bucky wasn’t sure what they were doing. Oh, he had some ideas as he invited TJ to come over if she couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t bothered to change yet for the night. Sleep was often a stranger, so Bucky was still in his black jeans. He’d lost the boots and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the white tank beneath. Bucky opened the door up and stepped back to let TJ in.
“No rest for the wicked, huh?”
"Rest for some of the wicked," TJ retorted with a sharp grin, moving into the room with an appreciative glance over him. Seeing that outfit get more casual and relaxed was its own form of hot. Slipping past Bucky and into the room didn't come without a two-fold sentiment. One side nerves, the other thrill, and TJ was going to focus on the latter, thanks. Nerves didn't look right on her.
Bucky snicked the door shut and leaned back against it. He was tempted to reach for her, call the bluff on any pretext, but he hesitated. Let the thought breathe. It was funny that TJ was right earlier, her usual outfits showed off much more than that brown dress. Hard not to notice all that tone muscle. The way she moved. Usually when he noticed he didn’t also have the urge to slide his hand to the small of her back and pull her closer against him, but dancing and flirting earlier planted that seed deep.
Bucky smiled as he realized he’d paused too long, and it must be nothing but obvious that he was looking her over. “Hey,” he said. He straightened up, then extended his good hand to her.
Good, he was checking her out, too. It put a small smile on TJ's lips, even before he held his hand out to her. That only made her smile that much closer to a smirk, as she put her hand in his. "Hey." She stepped closer. "This the part where I throw you down?"
Bucky pulled her in, slipping an arm around her waist. His hand brushed along her side, grazing lightly with metal fingertips. “Either that or we dance. What’s the play?”
Metal or not, they were his fingers brushing her fur, and TJ had to suppress a small shiver - thrill, definitely thrill, no doubt there. One of her hands settled on his shoulder, the other on his chest, as if they might just break into dancing any second, and she looked up into his face, their height difference more obvious now that they were standing so close. "Well, there's no music..."
He leaned down the inch, lips brushing the corner of her mouth. “Want to make some?”
The utter corniness pushed a laugh out of TJ's lips. "That was terrible," she told him, but she was smiling - at least until she turned her head and caught his lips in a first kiss, the actual answer to his question.
Bucky knew how bad the line was and loved that she kissed him despite it. He kissed TJ back, wrapping both arms around her to hold her close.
When was the last time you did this for yourself... Who was the last girl you wanted outside a long game?
There was no hesitation in the way Bucky kissed back, and TJ's nerves subsided to give more space to the thrill of it. She hadn't had a first kiss with someone since John - although she shoved the memory aside in favor of focusing on the press of Bucky's lips against hers. She shifted closer into his arms, and darted her tongue out to skim over his lips. Hell yes she wanted to deepen the kiss.
Bucky slid his palm to the small of her back, giving in to that urge to touch. Then, careful not to catch her tail, he slipped the other arm under her and lifted TJ up.
TJ smiled against his lips, legs folding on either side of Bucky's hips. Not that he would need her to hold on, given his strength, but the response came naturally. Her tail curled around to stroke up his non-metal arm, enjoying the feeling of tense muscle, and she renewed the kiss, deeper, but without urgency, despite how much closer some parts of their anatomy now were. Oh, but Bucky was a good kisser. Not really surprising, given the way he danced, but it was still very welcome.
He really did have a thing for holding her. The next time he did a lift in class he would remember the feel of her tail brushing along his skin, and how easily she wrapped around him. The future would be filled with distraction. But no thinking about later. He wanted to be here now.
He meant to carry her over to the bed, but he got distracted kissing her more. Eventually he took a few steps over. Instead of putting her down he sat on the edge of the bed, leaving her on top of him. No need to rush this. He just didn’t have a lot of flat surfaces to choose from.
Never mind that TJ had never gotten into heavy make-outs (or more) with anyone who didn't have superstrength; the ease with which Bucky carried her, the control in his movements as he sat on the bed, it all was very, very hot. She ended up straddling his lap, fingers carding up through his hair as they found a new, better angle to kiss. Her tail kept stroking his arm, then down his shoulder to wrap around his back. There might not be any urgency to the moment, but there was still more heat than TJ had expected, so quickly. She wasn't sure if it was him, them, or how long she'd gone without anything like this, but she was definitely turned on enough to want more.
Bucky responded easily to the fingers in his hair, letting TJ tip his head back to where she wanted him. His hands ended up on her hips, but holding on tight only restrained her movement. A quick adjustment had him cupping the curve of her ass. Bucky made a low sound. Yeah, definitely approving of this angle.
That sound shot all the way down her spine, and TJ was very determined to draw other sounds like that out of him. She was very happy with his hands where they were, too, and rolled her hips to shift on top of him as they kept on kissing.
Bucky broke the kiss after another roll of her hips, gasping, “Fuck, TJ.” He ducked to kiss along her jaw, pressed a kiss over her pulse. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.
TJ chuckled happily, her own arousal making that laugh, and her words, more throaty than usual. "You're just saying that 'cause I'm not throwing you anywhe..." The end of the word was lost in a soft moan as his lips found a soft spot on her neck.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this with Bucky Barnes. Except the guy gasping from the roll of her hips wasn't 'Bucky Barnes' anymore. He'd become more than the alternate version of that dour-faced guy on her mom's team. He was Bucky who danced so well, who respected and cared for his boss, who loved sparring with TJ as much as she did with him, Bucky who did lifts with her just as soon as with Kurt, and Bucky who had apparently zero issue with the blue fuzz on her body, given what his mouth was currently doing to her neck. And TJ was very, very thankful for that.
All of that, really.
And it wasn't encouraging her to stop rolling her hips, on the contrary. "Shit, Bucky." One of her hands was still in his hair, the other over the curve of his shoulder, and her tail remained around his waist, urging him to stay close, as she tilted her own head away, giving him more access to her neck.
He definitely didn’t mind the light fur, soft under his lips. As long as it was good for her he was happy to explore the length of her throat. He focused on finding what she liked, what made her tighten her grip around him.
A little voice in the back of his head wondered what the hell he was doing, thrilled and terrified by the freedom to want.
It had been entirely too long. A year and a half, maybe? Give or take. Time was hard to keep track of when you kept jumping from one world to the next. But entirely too long was a given, seeing how her body responded. TJ would worry later about what this was, or what it wasn't. Right now there was just the press and drag of Bucky's lips, his hands on her ass, the bulge she was rocking on, and the slide of his skin on the end of her tail as she slipped it under his tank, stroking the small of his back, the dip of his spine. She only dislodged his mouth from her neck so she could catch his lips in another kiss, arms tightening around him as she rolled her hips again.
Bucky made a small, rough sound and kissed her back hard. The jeans were torture at this point, which he probably deserved. She was driving him absolutely crazy. Bucky finally wrapped his arms around her and rolled TJ flat against the bed. He broke the grip she had on him, moving down to kiss the hollow of TJ's throat, then lower down her chest as his hands slid up under the material.
TJ laughed at the roll, surprise and arousal woven into the sound. "Now you're throwing me down." Or close enough, anyway. They'd lost some very welcome contact where she kind of wanted it the most, so she pulled his hips closer between her folded legs, even as his hands confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"That a complaint?" Bucky asked. He wriggled down further, a path in mind if she'd let him get there.
"Really not," TJ confirmed, lifting her head to punctuate that sentence with a wicked smile sent his way. She wasn't certain what destination he had in mind for now, but she certainly didn't mind his journey so far, so no stopping him.
If she kept grinding against him Bucky was absolutely coming in his jeans, and he wasn't ready for that yet. He grinned back at TJ and then reached to break that grip she had around him. He spread her legs and slid all the way down. He pressed the next open mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh.
TJ was so surprised she leaned up on an elbow, looking down at him with raised eyebrows and an incredulous smile. "Seriously?" Except her tone was utter delight. She'd expected a good make-out session, maybe a hand job or two. This felt like a serious step-up, but the thought of it flooded her lower belly with warmth and zinged arousal down her spine. How could it not, when he looked so happy about it? The look in his eyes was the ultimate turn-on. She bit down on her lip, then tugged at his shirt with her tail. "But please lose some clothes."
He responded with another kiss, tongue working an inch lower and teeth grazing lightly. Bucky rubbed his cheek along the inside of her thigh, bringing his lips to hem of her shorts. “What?” He rumbled. “You want a show?”
TJ's thigh quivered at the combination of tongue and a hint of teeth, and she chuckled. "I was just gunning for more naked skin, but if you're offering..."
Bucky laughed and sat up. He rolled his sleeves down enough to slide the button-down off. He reached for the undershirt next, stretching up as he pulled it off to give TJ the best view of full torso. Now shirtless, literally gleaming because of the damn arm, he gave TJ an amused smile. “Better?”
TJ licked her lips as the tank top came off, and it wasn't calculated at all. No, it was 100% a reaction to how likable Bucky's muscular torso was, from well defined muscles to the dips of his hips, and the line of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. "That's one word for it," she confirmed, leaning up on her hand now to reach out with the other. She stroked it down over his pec, then back up and over to his shoulder - the one that gave way to metal. "How are the sensations in the arm?" she asked quietly, yellow eyes flicking back to his.
He smoothed his free hand along her thigh as he let her objectify him. Her expression made him still, waiting patiently for her to have her fill. The hand tracing gave that hum of sensation that he was still getting used to.
“Not the same as the real thing, but I do feel. It’s a new model, new level of sensitivity. Still testing it out.”
TJ smirked. "Testing it out, huh?" They could test it out. Start small, and then build, if he was into it. She trailed two fingertips down the metal, a featherlight touch. "How does that feel?"
Bucky shivered. The arm was a piece of art, but he’d gone a damn long time without this kind of feedback from the limb.
“I don’t really know how to describe it,” he said. “Like it’s completely normal, but static at the same time. But that’s probably me, not the arm.”
His fingers crept up the side of her shorts, hooking in the waistband from the inside.
"Weird phantom stuff?" TJ asked, curling her hand around his wrist. She shifted it to slide her fingertips over the inside of it - would it also be more sensitive there, like a flesh and bone arm? And what about his palm, which was where her fingers headed next?
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I know Stark fixed it, but it’s still not all me.” He shivered as she traced along.
TJ's fingers trailed on his palm for a moment, as she considered her next move. She could direct his hand to curl around her breast, hopefully helping him make it a little more him through touching her - and it was really tempting, the way her nipples tightened at the thought. But she would get distracted too quickly, she figured.
So instead, she went for option #2, as they could always come back to #1 later, and lifted his hand to press a kiss to his palm, a kiss and a hint of tongue. And then a kiss and a hint of teeth to his fingertips, one after the other, watching him as she did so.
The fingers of his opposite hand slipped under the edge of her panties. “TJ,” he groaned softly.
TJ's breath caught, and she twisted the urge to clamp her thighs down on him - she wasn't sure whether to stop him or to keep him there. Shit, she was so wet, her pyjama shorts felt kinda soaked. "Yeah?" she asked, breathless, then ran her fangs down the side of his index finger. She licked back up the length of it, then wrapped her mouth around it, tongue curling around as she bobbed her head, her lips a snug fit, her mind (and other parts of her) fascinated by the play of emotions in his eyes.
Bucky’s senses clamored, a confusing overload that turned him on as much as it made him want to squirm. “Please,” he said, hesitant to move without her permission. “I want to make you come.”
TJ sucked on his finger for a few more seconds, then pulled off with a graze of her teeth. It felt so weird, doing it on metal, and yet seeing the way it affected Bucky. There was an odd disconnect there from her usual experiences, but she was nothing if not adaptable.
She leaned in to kiss Bucky now, her hand still holding his metal one by the wrist, the other one traveling over his perfect chest, occasionally playing with a nipple. She kissed him until they were both out of breath and she was pretty sure she'd soaked her shorts a little more, because it was kind of a total turn on that he wouldn't go there without her express consent. Then she leaned back enough to look into his eyes and finally answered him, her arousal pulsing a slow rhythm inside her, heat rising from her chest to her face. "Make me come, then."
Bucky let out a breath and returned to where he wanted to be. He slid her shorts and panties down long legs, tossing them blindly aside. He sank down the bed and hid between her thighs. Bucky could tease, like she’d been teasing him, but that wasn’t the play. He hiked her legs over his shoulders and went down like he needed this more than breathing.
TJ had to lean back on one hand when his tongue made first contact. She'd tried to be ready for it, but it had been so long, and she was so turned on. The moan pushed out of her whether she wanted it to or not, and it took a serious effort not to roll her hips into Bucky's mouth. Desperate much?
He was good with desperate. The hands on her ass all but encouraged her to rock if she wanted to. It was technically a long time since Bucky had last done this, or not as long depending on how you looked at it. He wanted to make TJ lose control. This was the one way he was eager to be used.
"You feel so good," TJ muttered in the wake of another moan, hips shifting with the encouragement of his hands on her ass. The sensations were amazing, but looking down at him between her legs made it even better, and she brushed her fingers through his hair, approval, encouragement of her own. Her pleasure was building fast, but she resisted the urge to lie back when she could keep leaning on her hand and watch him, as well as feel. Shit, Bucky Barnes was going down on her like it was the last thing he wanted to do on this earth, and it felt freaking amazing.
"Don't stop," she told him, breath short and growing shorter, torn between the dual desire to clamp her thighs around him and spread herself wide, as usual when someone went down on her. Her hand slid to the side of his face, feeling his jaw work as he licked her, and wasn't that so hot. She slipped her hand under her shirt to touch her tits, following their curves before rubbing and pinching one of her nipples. The sharpness of the sensation pushed another moan out of her, and the rhythm of her hips hitched. "Don't stop," she repeated, pleasure building upon pleasure, and she knew just what would push her over the edge, "give me your fingers too, Bucky, I want them inside me..."
Bucky groaned at that first don’t stop, and then growled even deeper at her last request. Fuck, yeah, fingers he could do. Right hand, since he wasn’t so sure about the metal in this context. He could fuck her just fine without accessories. If she was asking for more… they’d get there.
He slid his other arm under her, angling TJ’s hips up to give him better access. Feeling her tighten around him as she throbbed under his tongue. Bucky made another low sound, begging even like this.
The sounds he kept making made her even hotter, but then he gave her just what she'd asked for, and she could feel her muscles clutch around his fingers, the premises of her release. She finally gave in and went down on her back, so she could slide the hand she had been leaning on into his hair, the other one still under her shirt, touching her breasts, only adding to the amazing stimulation Bucky was offering her. And then his fingers hit the golden spot and TJ bucked under him. "There, right there, fuck, don't stop," she babbled, and it only took a few more thrusts of his fingers, swipes of his tongue before she clenched around him, moaning loudly as her orgasm shook her.
His tongue worked her slowly, a steady pressure dragging out that release. Then lightly, gently, he began coaxing her up again. Endurance wasn’t exactly a problem. Bucky could do this all night. If he eased in just right, he was pretty sure he could get one more go before she pushed him away from overstimulation. He didn’t mind the hair pulling or the legs locked around him.
It was a good thing he didn't mind them, because both tightened again when TJ realized that pleasure had started to build again, surreptitiously, while she was busy remembering how to breathe a little slower and deeper. Her fingers twisted in his hair, powerful thighs squeezing again, breath leaving her lungs in a rush of arousal and incredulity. "Bucky," she cried out, voice a little broken, but mostly don't stop, if the renewed rock of her hips against his tongue meant anything.
There was the encouragement he wanted. Bucky smiled briefly, then started to tease. They’d already raced once to the finish. This time he was taking his sweet time. TJ wasn’t going to have anymore issues sleeping when they were done.
"Don't you dare," TJ breathed out roughly, the lighter, teasing touches paradoxically more difficult to stand. "I can't - just -" She pulled on his hair pleadingly, with a moan; he was making it really hard to finish a sentence right now.
He licked with more pressure, lips closing around her clit as he sucked and flicked his tongue. A few moments of obedience before his fingers started pumping slowly again.
"Yes," TJ encouraged him immediately at the renewed pressure. Yes, so much better, this she could take, this was hurtling her back towards - another distressed moan dislodged from her throat when he slowed the motions of his fingers. "Bucky, don't be - a dick - dammit," hips rocking to try and take his fingers in more quickly than he meant for her to, "please, Bucky."
With a low chuckle he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. He glanced up with a rakish smile, fingers pumping stronger as he caught her eyes. “Yes, m’am,” he said smartly. Then yes, he stopped being a dick, and gave her exactly what she wanted.
TJ's chuckle at his cheek disappeared into another moan as his tongue came back, licking over her frankly, and his fingers stroked and rubbed against her g-spot in earnest, and all she could do was moan with his rhythm, which each new assault of pleasure. It was all she could do to stop them from turning into shouts, and if it wasn't for the fact that they were in a high school dorm, she wouldn't have bothered. They were shapeless sounds, although sometimes they nearly resembled his name, or a curse, but either way, it wasn't long at all before she came again, mouth open on a silent shout as her body clenched and quivered with her pleasure.
This time he eased her through then withdrew his fingers before it was too much. He pressed soft kisses to the inside of TJ’s thighs. Backing off, he lowered her legs back down and let her relax against the bed. Bucky rolled to the side between her and the wall. He stretched up to wrap an arm around her.
"Shit, that was awesome," TJ let out before her breath had fully evened out, turning into Bucky. Her arm went around his waist, a leg tangled with his, and her tail shamelessly curled against his ass. She stretched up to kiss him, thoroughly, because the taste of herself on his lips was a hell of a turn-on, so why would she deny herself?
Bucky smiled and then kissed her back as she claimed his mouth. He had to agree with her assessment.
It really had been awesome, but it wasn't over. Proof of that had to be making his jeans very uncomfortable, and TJ slid a hand over his amazing chest, and down his strong stomach, to palm him through the denim - without breaking the kiss, of course. The low buzz of alcohol and high from all the dancing and singing had easily morphed into the tingly, happy mood sex tended to put TJ in, and she had every intention of making sure Bucky got to come, too. The only question was how, because there were several very appealing options.
He grunted softly as she felt him up, the kiss getting more desperate. Yeah. The jeans were killing him. Why the hell did he wear such snug jeans tonight?
TJ smiled appreciatively against his lips; she liked feeling how hard eating her out had made him, and that edge of desperation in his kiss. And she was looking forward to getting more acquainted with his cock, but she also had plans for his chest. Good thing she didn't have to choose. She rolled on top of Bucky, pushing her hair to one side of her face as she straddled his thighs. She bent over to start mapping his chest with her mouth, even as her hands opened his jeans.
Bucky was suddenly worried she might be tempted to take her sweet time as a bit of payback. He rocked against her palm as the zipper notched all the way down. He could feel heat burning down his neck as he realized how shameless he must look. How shameless he felt. "Fuck, TJ," he murmured softly.
Payback was the last thing on TJ's mind. For one thing, there was nothing he'd done that required it. But really, all she was after right now was mutual enjoyment. She wanted to make the most of him, even as she gave him what he very clearly needed. "Yeah," she breathed appreciatively against his collarbone, gave it a sucking kiss, then used her hands and tail to tug his pants and underwear down. Her mouth continued its trail over his pec, then closed around his nipple, tonguing at it as her hand wrapped around his hard-on. Heat suffused her cheeks in another flush of arousal as she explored the shape and feel of him, that velvet hardness in her palm.
Bucky tangled his fingers through her hair, grip comparatively gentle as he held on like a lifeline. "Fuck," he repeated eloquently.
TJ grinned against his nipple, grazed a fang over it, then laved it with her tongue, her hand beginning a slow, steady rhythm up and down Bucky's length. He was so hard, for her; it was exhilarating. She looked up at him for a few seconds, adding a twist to the end of each upstroke to see his reaction. He was gorgeous. "We can do that too, if you want," she offered, trusting in the fact that he would have condoms somewhere in the room.
Between the offer and the twist of her wrist Bucky had to squeeze his eyes shut. Tempting offer, but he wasn't sure he was ready to go there tonight. Didn't want to think about the fact that generally fucking someone meant he was infiltrating their life for other reasons. Not going there.
"Like this," Bucky murmured. "Not gonna take much."
Disappointment flickered in TJ, but she didn't let herself focus on it. It was probably for the best, anyway. She hadn't planned on any of this, originally, let alone actually fucking. Her plans, such as they were, had pretty much been thrown out the window when Bucky'd made it clear he wanted to go down on her.
And this was a great alternative, anyway. "Oh yeah?" she asked, grin audible in her voice, right before her tail came to stroke his balls, and she moved her mouth to his other nipple.
That startled a rough laugh from him, shaky as it was. "Christ, woman. You're killing me. Little tighter and it's all over." As if he hadn't been ready to explode most of the time he was going down on her. Sure. Endurance meant he could probably do a repeat, but right now he just wanted release now.
Woman. It might seem silly, but it was good to hear, now that she was back in high school, with kids who hadn't lived through a third of what she had... even before she'd been wrenched from her home. It was one of the things she liked about Bucky, that he had that same sort of maturity-by-fire. "What if I don't want it to be over yet," TJ retorted, smiling through the words as she loosened her strokes. The touch of her tail became a light tease as well, and after grinning up at Bucky, she went back to his nipple.
He groaned and knocked his head back against the mattress. "Please, TJ."
TJ very nearly pouted, but then just moved up his body with a smile, even as she tightened her strokes again. "You ask so nicely," she complimented him, and kissed him, tail back to fondling more frankly. She used her thumb to gather some moisture on one stroke, spread it down over him with the next, and drank in his moans when the twist of her wrist pulled them from him. "And you feel so good," she added when she broke the kiss, tightening her fist a little more, just like he'd asked. She looked down at her hand moving on him, and then back to his face, wanting to see his expression when he came.
Bucky's body tensed as she finally pulled him to the edge. His good hand was still tangled in her hair, but the metal arm came down, clutching the sheets. Bucky's groan was guttural as his spilled over her fingers. He pulled her in for another kiss.
Oh, he was even more beautiful when he let go like that. TJ was smiling as she bent down to kiss him, smile fading in favor of a long, deep, and deeply satisfied kiss. Her hand slowed on him, until it was simply resting on his cock in a very loose hold.
Slowly, catching his breath, Bucky wrapped both arms back around her and hugged her close. He kissed her softly, pressed another kiss to the corner of her jaw, to her throat, then back to her lips. "Better than listening to your roommate snore all night?" he asked.
TJ chuckled, low and happy. "This was better than a bunch of things." Her tail patted his hip as she pushed up. "Give me a sec." She headed into his bathroom, still wearing nothing but her crop shirt. It didn't take her long to pee, clean herself up, and get back to him with a wet towel. "Figured you could use this."
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of TJ's knuckles. "You're a saint."
The easy affection of the gesture made something warm bloom inside TJ, and she smiled at him before rolling her eyes (not that you could really tell, full yellow as they were). "You have an interesting view of saints." She squeezed his hand, then went off to drop the towel back in the bathroom, once he was all cleaned up. She came back to the bed and sat beside him, unsure about the etiquette now and ready to take her cues from him. It was his room, after all.
Bucky struggled out of the jeans while she wandered back into the bathroom, switching to a clean pair of boxer briefs. He considered throwing sweatpants on, but decided they were way past the need right now. He leaned to kiss TJ's shoulder as she sat down. "Want to crash here tonight?"
TJ smiled, the awkwardness she'd been hiding dissolving at his question. "Sure. I mean." She leaned against him and pretended to consider. "Do I have to put clothes back on?" Don't get her wrong, she'd absolutely pull her shorts back on if he felt more comfortable like that. But he'd had his head between her thighs, and she wasn't exactly modest to start with; she mostly wanted to get rid of her t-shirt.
Bucky grinned. "You can wear as much or as little clothing as you want. I'll try not to wake you if I get up to take Buttercup out early."
The dog in questions was quietly sleeping in her cage, having fortunately not rustled while they were going at it.
TJ's t-shirt had sailed over her head before he was done talking, and she pushed a hand back through her hair, smiling happily. "You could wake me up when you get back..." She'd probably wake up when he got up, knowing herself, but hey, it was a nice little fantasy all the same.
"Yeah?" He tugged the covers back and climbed in, opening his arms for her.
TJ joined him without hesitation, cuddling close and stroking an idle hand on his chest. She hadn't really had her fill of his chest, and she kind of loved that he hadn't ever seemed to give a shit about how different her hands felt from baseline hands. Not earlier when they were holding hands, and not very recently, with her hands all over him. "Yeah, you know." She grinned at him. "The pre-sleep treatment was pretty cool. Gotta wonder about the wake-up call."
“I’ll keep that under advisement.” He stroked a broad hand along her back and tucked his chin against her hair. Unlikely he’d sleep for long, but he was comfortable resting and holding her. Letting this moment of something good sink into his skin.
TJ chuckled at his phrasing and nuzzled his jaw for a moment, before settling down again. She knew that she should ask - check - that they should talk, but she also didn't want to risk ruining the evening. They could talk tomorrow, figure out what page they were on. For now, she relaxed into the moment and murmured, "Thanks for tonight, Bucky."
He pressed a kiss against her hair. “Pretty sure the magic is all you,” he murmured.
TJ couldn't help but laugh at that, and looked up at him, his features as clear to her in the dark as when the lights were on. "You're so cheesy." But there was no hint of condemnation in her voice, only very fond amusement. "I thought it was music we were making tonight."
He snorted softly. “Cut me some slack. There’s a naked, gorgeous woman in my arms.”
TJ laughed again, and pushed up to give him a slow, fond kiss for that. "Keep talking like that, Bucks, and I'll make sure I wake you up before BC needs to go out."
He chuckled. “Hey. What does TJ stand for?”
TJ settled back down against him with a bemused little smile at the randomness of the question. "Talia Josephine. Is Bucky short for something?"
He stroked his fingers along her back. That name sparked a ripple of memory. One of the pieces he was still unlodging. “James Buchanan.”
Another James. Because why not. TJ studiously ignored that, a task made easier by focusing on the slide of his hand down her back, tail shifting happily with it. Her playful smile was audible in her voice as she answered, "JB, huh?" She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, Bucky works." He was really not a JB.
“Seriously. No acronyms for me. Do you like Talia at all?”
TJ went quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah." Her chest felt so tight, and she forced herself to take a deep breath. "John called me that. On the Exiles." Instinctively, she snuggled in a little closer. Very consciously, she resisted the urge to curl a hand over her stomach. "We had to leave him behind a while back. He went into a coma from... you know, being a total hero."
Fingers stroking turned to a broad palm moving soothingly up and down her back. “Heroes can’t help themselves. Sorry you had to leave him. Hopefully he healed up and is out there making grand gestures again.”
"Yeah," TJ agreed, and smiled, quick and mostly invisible in the dark room. "Anyway. I don't mind Talia, no. It's... less me than TJ. But it's also more me, in a way?" God, she was making no sense, was she, and she chuckled at herself. "I blame you for frying my brain."
He pressed another kiss against her hair. After a pause he murmured, “The last person to call me James also went by Talia.” Not her only name. He remembered that. Remembered the way his name sounded on her lips, and that she should never have used it.
TJ chuckled in surprise. "Who was she?"
“Someone from when I wasn’t supposed to be me. I trained her. And worked with her.” He shut his eyes, hand still moving in steady circles. “One of the reasons they didn’t keep me active for long stretches of time.”
"I'm sorry," TJ told him, squeezing him around the waist. There wasn't much else to say, was there? Anything more would be trite. It was a shitty situation, but he was here. "When was that?"
That cued a huffed laugh. “Not sure. Still piecey. 60s? Maybe? Part of it. I can’t believe time jumping is common ground after dance.”
"It isn't," TJ retorted pragmatically. "I timeline-jumped, I didn't time-jump." She opened up a little distance between them, propping her head up on her hand, elbow on the mattress. Her other hand ended up on his chest, idly tracing the strong planes of it. "We do have 'being forced to leave people behind' in common, though." Her tail shifted restlessly under the covers, and she retracted it into her body. "I left a James behind, back home. My first serious boyfriend." Left him behind. As if leaving had been her choice. But it sounded less dramatic when she put it that way. "The universe needs to think of new names for people, clearly."
He rubbed his fingers through her fur. “Seriously. It makes the freedom of choice thing foggier.”
TJ chuckled. "There's a different timeline for every single choice any of us makes. What does that do for the freedom of choice?"
“Makes it possible that even when we fuck up somewhere out there it’s got to be okay.” He traced his way up her spine. “Like this choice. Can’t say I saw it coming. But right now it’s a good place to be.”
Well, OK. If he gave her that smooth of an opening, maybe they could have have that conversation tonight after all. TJ was kind of hoping it wouldn't have to be a big conversation, anyway.
"Right now?" she echoed, a curious lilt in her voice. No pressure, no expectation, but she was kind of hoping they would do this again, all the same.
Bucky hadn’t really thought how that might sound. His hand came to rest at the small of her back. “I’m not really used to thinking further than that. What comes next. This is also probably a bad time to point out I’m not the safest guy to get close to...” Probably better to say that piece before spooning naked. “How about you tell me what you want before I kill this mood completely.”
"I'm not the safest girl to get close to either," TJ replied, because it needed saying. Sure, she didn't have any programming that might be used against anyone, but hell, she'd been with a guy who'd been molded into a horseman of Apocalypse. She wasn't afraid of the Winter Soldier. Where that was concerned, she would only have to hope that they could fight the programming, if it came to that. Putting down Scott had been difficult enough. The potential emotional cost really was the only danger worth considering.
"If I get the chance, I'm going back home," she stated, as the simple fact it was. "But this was fun, and I like you. I wouldn't mind doing this again." That, she said on a tone that made it clear that she would in fact like to.
Bucky tilted her head up and kissed her. “If you get that chance, you fucking take it. As long as you have a home to go back to, don’t even pause. All these other choices will sort themselves out.” He stroked her cheek. “I’m intrigued by fun. Wouldn’t mind doing this again either. Just... it can’t always be through the night. And there are bad days. I can’t tell you how many weapons are stashed around this room. No matter how much I like you I can’t trust good. I don’t want to hurt you. But fucking and fighting are two sides of a coin.” The hand at the small of her back slid lower. “And you naked is still a woman with an arsenal. Between your powers. And the rest of you.”
"Smart man," TJ confirmed, and kissed him again. Yeah, she'd never needed weapons to fight, not even before she'd manifested. She'd insisted on learning how to fight very early on, and Aunt Kate had started teaching her even before her parents relented, and officially agreed. She pulled back, looking down at Bucky. "Is that a turn-on, or a turn-off?"
If there were bad days, she wanted to bet on 'both'. But she wasn't sure it was ever a turn-on, and not just something to be worked around. As for bad days... she doubted they'd be worse than John's, and she hadn't let those stop her.
“Depends on the day,” he answered, echoing her thoughts.
"That's okay," TJ said simply, honestly. It was definitely the better of the two answers she'd been expecting. "Whenever we want, whatever we want. Fun. I don't care how many weapons you have stashed around the room."
He wrapped his arms back around her. "I'll wake you up when I get back in. Promise."
TJ let him pull her in, lips finding his for a soft kiss. Whether or not he could see her wicked grin in the dark, it was audible in her voice as she retorted, "Not if I wake you up first."
It was pretty damn unlikely. She'd had some alcohol, and while she hadn't been drunk (dancing it off helped), it had still been enough that between that and the amazing orgasms, she would be sleeping a little too soundly to make good on that threat. Still, it was fun to consider.
“Deal.”
