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Natasha smiles up at him from where she’s just dispatched the last of the mercenaries. Her glove is smeared with blood, pressed against the side of the man’s head and Bucky smirks when she pulls it away, rubs it carelessly on her side and stands to meet him.
“See this is why I try to stay on your good side.”
Natasha rolls her eyes, lands a light punch to his shoulder. “Your assumption that I have a good side is more than a little bit amusing.” Bucky laughs, relaxed and loose from fighting. He tosses a look behind them at Natasha’s ass, eyes tracing the light curve where it presses against the jumpsuit. “Well I don’t know, I’d say that right there’s a pretty good side.”
Natasha bites down a laugh, smiles despite herself. “Eyes up here soldier, I will fracture your skull.” Her red hair catches the light that filters through the broken ceiling and Bucky thinks that it’s just as fiery as she is. “I love it when you get all worked up.” And he kisses her temple, light as air, pulls her just that bit closer, not caring about the bruised ribs he’d acquired earlier.
There’s just something so wonderfully easy about being with Natasha in moments like this. When the adrenaline high is still fresh and there are bodies strewn all around telling a story of how she’s as deadly as her codename. Bucky loves the way she smiles, so much lighter after a kill and when she swats at his head, not even really trying to hurt him, it takes all of his effort not to press her against the whitewashed wall of the safe-house and ravish her.
“Fury will want this called in. They were HYDRA which means there’s probably a lot more of them lying in wait around the city.” She presses a finger to the comm at her ear and Bucky listens to the murmur that filters through, distracted by the way her mouth moves as she speaks. She's always so put together after a mission and he can't wait to break that composure.
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“Y’know, I always love to watch you fight.” Bucky says. He’s pressing Natasha down into the bed, his thighs on either side of her own as she kisses a line up his jaw. The air in the room is warm and the sunset bleeds across them both, casting them in gory, red gold light. “You’re a wild one.”
Natasha lifts her mouth and nips at Bucky’s bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. They kiss open mouthed and lazy, their mouths moving together in a way that sends a shiver of lust down Natasha’s spine. She arches under Bucky, lifts a hand from the bed to tangle in his hair, slender fingers carding through the dark strands. Above her, Bucky groans before pulling away to trace his tongue across the taut line of her neck.
“You think too highly of me. I’m not as good as you'd like to believe.” Natasha's slightly breathless, clutching Bucky to her with desperate hands. He bites at the delicate skin near the hollow of her throat and Natasha gasps, eyelashes fluttering wildly against the flushed skin of her cheeks as he sucks a possessive bruise. The skin darkens, flush with blood and Bucky looks up, pupils blown. “ I think I have a pretty accurate picture of you actually.”
He shifts higher, licks into Natasha’s mouth, tongue curling against her own. A moan escapes Natasha’s lips and she wraps a leg around Bucky’s waist, the heel of her bare foot catching against his spine. Bucky traces a cool metal hand down Natasha’s side, lifts the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing and rubs circles into the skin just above her pyjama pants. He thinks, I’m luckier than I deserve, and with his other hand cups Natasha’s cheek, delighting in the way she says his name when they separate for air.