Charlie's POV:
"I think I'm going to grab a drink and go outside for a bit." Sam stands and almost refuses to look at me and Bucky.
"Sam?" I ask. I don't want him to leave but I understand why he feels uncomfortable.
"Charlie, I can read a room. They placed hidden cameras in your cell. I see where this is going and I'm not really into watching a porn starring you and Bucky, sorry."
"We don't know that's where this is going to go." Bucky looks up at Sam as well. His hand still comfortingly rubs along my back and I lean in closer to him.
"You sure? Remember what Zemo told you about Steve having her first? He didn't." My eyes go wide as I look at Sam. Oh God...Zemo watched this.
I stand and start pacing around the living room. "You okay, doll?" Bucky stands.
"Zemo watched this." I haven't done this in years but I take deep breaths counting each one.
"That's what's bothering you about this?" Sam asks, brows furrowed.
"Well yeah." He continues staring at me.
"They used you two as pawns. Breeding tools." He rubs his hand along his brows. He thinks this is too much for him?
"It's Hydra. Did you ever think anything from them was going to be pleasant? I mean...it appears that we had real feelings towards each other." I don't know if I'm talking to Sam and Bucky or myself. "Is that where doll came from?" Oh Lord. My breathing continues to be unsteady. Counting isn't helping.
"Again, that's what you're worried. Charlie?" Bucky is oddly quiet as he listens to me and Sam.
"It's unraveling eighteen years of memories that I don't remember. I'm trying to put everything together and can't remember. They took that from me. I know this might not be easy. But eighteen years Sam. Do you understand why I feel the need to continue down this road?" He nods. "Now if it gets to that point you can leave. But I would really like you here up until then. You've been a rock to me." Without saying anything he sits back down on the couch. He's staying for now.
I look over to Bucky. His expression is almost blank. "Hey...you, okay?" I ask.
"It's a lot. I just...there was times when I wasn't triggered. There were happy moments in Hydra for me. You gave me those moments. And I can't remember."
"Neither can I." His eyes finally meet mine. Wrapping his strong and warm arms around me. We're truly in this together.
"Okay. Let's do this." He guides us back to the couch. All three of us take a deep breath, steadying and readying ourselves for more Hydra secrets to be revealed.
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Third Person POV:
Charlie is lead through the Hydra compound back to her bedroom cell. Having an actual bedroom now that the doors aren't locked almost makes her believe that she isn't imprisoned. Hydra has oddly given her and her Mishka a bit more freedom. While she doesn't fully trust it, she wants to enjoy every bit of time she gets with him. And the times she gets to discover his body more.
The guard turns to leave once her door is in site, giving her a false sense of security that she is alone. She wonders where the soldier is and when she will get to see him again. Almost humming to herself, and her now permanent smile is plastered on her face thinking about him.
Being in a world in her head where they're not in this compound she doesn't notice the soldier leaning on his side on her bed, smiling at her and waiting for her attention. "You in there doll?" He asks. His voice and question startle her. "Wasn't expecting that reaction?" He laughs over at her.
"I didn't expect to see you this early?" Her innocent eyes shine with her smile at him and she plops herself on the bed with him, quickly pecking his petal pink lips. Before she can pull back, he brings her closer to him for a lingering kiss. Admiring the way that their lips melt into one another effortlessly.
"Where were you?" His voice comes out more husky, already getting turned on by the intimacy and aloneness they've created in her small room.
"I had to go to medical. They're afraid that I'm not going outside enough. They tested my blood and gave me some vitamins to help supplement what I'm missing." Her eyes look over his handsome face, and not being able to help her hands they come alongside his strong jaw and her fingers trace along the perimeter.
"You don't think it's odd they're taking such good care of you now? Or even me. I have a break."
"They're scared of me." She laughs at him. "They're scared that I can...control you without trigger words and anger. Between the two of us we're powerful. They probably think if they keep me happy and realize they won't hurt you they'll get more done."
"Why do you care so much?" His fingers draw shapes on her upper thigh. Causing a shiver and heat to rush to her core. Having him so close to her and even closer to her heat makes her nervous, but also wants him even closer.
"Why wouldn't I? You've always been kind to me. Even when I was a child."
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about the fact I knew you as a child. It seems weird now." He huffs out a laugh, beginning to move his fingers away from her, she places her hand on top, hoping he realizes she loves his constant touches on her skin.
"Do you even remember it?" He shakes his head no. "Doesn't count then. It's also not a problem for me." He weakly smiles at her. Realizing that she's changing the mood in the room she wants to switch the subject. "Do you know your real name? I don't mind calling you my Mishka, but I feel like it's not personal enough. You know my real name."
"No. I've only heard Mishka, Soldier, or Soldat." His eyes never meet back up to hers, but steady on his hands on her thigh.
"Can I try something?" He finally looks at her. She smiles placing a hand on his cheek wanting to reach deep into his memories. Hoping she casts back peaceful thoughts to him, but being so close to him those peaceful thoughts are interrupted with curious thoughts of what he will look like naked. How he will feel inside of her. If things could actually be possible in Hydra. She's anxious of how long she gets to keep him like this, but also doesn't want to speed things up.
"James." She removes her hand from his cheek. His eyes look at her almost confused. The name almost sounds foreign coming from her lips, but he assumes it's from the images she casted back at him, stirring a deep desire within him. "There was a small blonde boy...err...young man who called you Bucky."
"Bucky." He tests the name on his lips. It sounds better coming from hers. "Maybe. A small man?"
"You...you were protective of him. He seemed sickly. He called you Bucky, sometimes Buck. You called him Steve." Proudly of the information she gathered, she smiles at him.
"I like it." He moves closer to her lips. She pulls him closer, deepening their kiss. Feeling how needy and heated he is. Gently he guides her to lay down on the bed. As every time before he grazes his hands down her body. Feeling her soft curves on the pads on his fingers. His lips move from her lips down her neck, settling in the curve of her neck and shoulder. A small whimper comes from her lips, driving him even more crazy than she already does.
"You have to breathe." He whispers as his fingers move under her shirt, touching her bare skin.
"Sorry. It's just..." Her breathing becomes sporadic and he quits his movements looking back up at her, feeling he's pushing her too much. "Don't stop. Please."
"Is this too much?" He gently asks. The last thing he wants is to hurt her.
"No, it's just overwhelming, but I don't want you to stop Bucky." She looks at him with a smile. "But not..."
"It's okay." He realizes she's not ready for actual sex, but he does want to try new things, if she's okay with that. "Can I try something? You can stop me if you're uncomfortable?" He whispers down at her.
"Y-yeah." She pants out.
Creepingly slow his hand moves to cup her breast. Holding his motions while staring down at her, studying her every facial expression, ready to stop, should she become uncomfortable. Once the waters are tested, he begins kneading her breast. Charlie's breath becomes more staggered and heated, but she does continue to breathe. Testing her comfort more he pulls her body off the bed to unclasp the bra, continuing to watch her. Her pupils are blown wide, barely any of the light hazel of her eyes shine through.
Once the bra is removed, he continues kneading her breast. Slowing down he focuses on her nipple. Rolling it in between his thumb and index finger, "You okay, doll?"
Nodding her head quickly she whispers out a yes. "Can...c-can I kiss you?" He asks, never tearing his gaze from her. Her head comes closer to him and he smiles shaking his head. "O-on...on your breast?"
"Okay." She pants out. Smiling he lifts her shirt, barely exposing herself, but he can't help but hum at how perfect his China doll looks right now. Nipples pebbled up and hard. Placing teasing fingers on one nipple his mouth connects with the other, eyes intently watching her face, buzzing at her lust filled eyes. Back arching up, bringing her chest closer to him. He sucks on her nipple and pulls away, it falls out with a pop, and he turns his attention to the other one. Swirling his tongue around her harden bud.
His mouth trails down her body, ghosting his lips along her stomach, stopping at her belly button before his tongue swipes up her stomach. His mouth connects back to one of her nipples, gently nibbling on it and causing a loud gasp from her mouth. "You, okay?" He almost giggles out.
"Yes. Can you...touch me?" She whispers out, almost inaudible, but his super soldier ears hear even her smallest whispers.
"Where?" Her face heats up with embarrassment. "Doll, you'll have to tell me where."
Her face looks around the room, wanting to make sure there's no one here and to reassure her there are no cameras in the small room. "I-I don't know. I just...I feel like I want more."
His body sits up and leans up against the wall. Charlie's face pouts thinking her lack of speaking has frustrated him. Looking down at his swollen pants, her eyes go wide. She did that to him. She should please him, too. Her eyes can't leave his swollen crotch.
"Does it hurt?" He looks at her and sees where her eyes are. A chuckle releases from his swollen lips. "It's not funny." She crosses her arms and removes her eyes away from him.
"No. It doesn't hurt. Are you hurting?" She shakes her head no. "Come here." His arm extends over to her. He knows he has to take his time with her. She grabs it and he coaxes her to sit on his lap, her legs on either side of his, straddling him. "There you go sweet girl. Sit." Both gasp at the feeling of their sex so close to one another. He feels her throbbing. She's heated and her arousal leaked through her thin shorts. She feels the size and heat from his own throbbing cock. Overwhelmed by all her feelings she just looks at him. Eyes roaming around his face.
"You feel that? You did that to me. And it's okay." The soldier's lips peppers kisses along her neck and she nods.
"What do you want me to do?" Her innocence and naivety shine through, but it just makes his heart swell.
"Whatever comes natural. Kiss me. Move. Do what feels good." His lips kiss along hers and she places her hands on either side of his head, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss. This kiss is full of desire and becomes sloppy. Before she realizes her hips begin rolling and grinding on top of the soldier. He releases a loud moan before she realizes what she's doing. Coming to a stop.
"I'm sorry."
"No, doll. That was a good sign. Just enjoy yourself." Smiling she rolls her hips once watching his face now. Loving the way, he bites at his lips. Testing it out again she moves her hips over him, speeding up over top of the soldier. Watching his eyes with full blown lust. His fingers cling tightly to her hips, urging her to continue her pace. "It feels so good sweetheart. Can't remember the last time I felt this good." She smiles at him and begins kissing and biting along his neck, hoping she gets the same reaction that he elicits when he kisses those sweet spots. Hearing him moan and growl sends a deep heat in her stomach.
"Bucky...I..."
"You're doing so good. Keep going, it'll be worth it." He hums. She continues grinding on him before she completely comes undone. Panting and gasping to catch her breath on top of him. He continues his coaxing movements on top of him, until he feels his sweet release. She hums at the added moisture she feels under her. "So good, doll. You did so good." His praises to her releasing the butterflies in her stomach and she smiles at him. "Are you okay?"
She nods. "Can we do that again? Another time?"
"We can. It gets better. This is nothing compared to actual sex." He smirks up at her.
"Bucky!" Her voice is laced with her growing embarrassment of him being so frank.
"So, you don't want to have sex with me?" He smiles, kissing beside her mouth.
"No, I do...eventually."
"Then we have to talk about it. I'm not going to do something you're not okay with. But you can't be shy. Nervous is okay. That's to be expected. But I want to hear what you're thinking. Can you promise me that?" She nods her head. "Because I want you to lead this, okay? So, I need you to be honest."
"Okay...but I want you to take control. I don't know what I'm doing."
A glint glimmers in his eyes. He doesn't mind being the one in control. "I still need you to tell me what you're okay with though."
"Okay. I promise.
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"Garrett, this is taking too long." Pierce paces his office glaring at John Garrett. Jasper Sitwell sits in the office with him. Hearing the plan of the possible child of a mythical god and the super soldier, breeding and creating something more powerful, more pliable, and ready to carry out Hydra's will without the use of trigger words or mind swiping.
"Sir, she's a child you have to give her time."
"She's no longer a child!" He spits back at him.
"Legally maybe. But not in her mind. She didn't grow up like a normal kid. She was either here or at home, hidden from the outside world. She can probably count on her hands the people she actually knows. You have to give her time."
"I'm tired of waiting. Did she get her fertility pills?"
Sitwell rolls his eyes. Pierce is serious about this. "Fertility pills? She's eighteen. Shouldn't she be fertile enough?"
"I'm not leaving anything to chance. After her appointment was everything normal?"
"Yes, the soldier too. They're in peak condition to breed. The serum actually made him more...fertile." Garrett is almost disgusted at his suggestion of this.
"We need her to need him." Sitwell suggests. Both men look at him. "I mean she trusts him. But this is all during the day. Imagine if they fall asleep with each other. If she were scared, she would cling to him more."
Pierce looks out of his window, thinking about everything Sitwell is suggesting. "Threaten her. Hurt her I don't care."
"Sir?" Garrett looks at him confused.
"See how far the soldier will go to protect his China doll. Let him hear her scream. Hear her fear. Send some disposable guards to him. He may kill to get to her. If he's successful to get to her, reward him with a stay in her room. Garrett, I will hold you responsible if this doesn't result in them actually having sex."
"It wasn't my suggestion."
"This experiment is. And now I want it. I will wipe the soldier so much he won't remember her, gag the girl and force this on her within the next week. Make it happen." He opens the door, leading both gentlemen out without another word.
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Charlie's eyes are swollen and red from her crying as the guards strap her to the machine that's going to wipe her mind. "John! Why are you doing this to me?"
His eyes can't meet her, Vasily Karpov was brought in for his ruthlessness. Garrett definitely has become soft with the girl. "You've gotten lazy with your lightning. Pierce is growing tired of you, and doesn't think you're capable anymore."
"Please, I'll continue to use it. I'll let him use me. I don't want to forget. Please. Don't make me forget him. I-I lo..."
"Don't tell me this brat loves the soldier." Karpov's voice is harsh as he looks at Charlie, not understanding why she's so important to Pierce. "He doesn't love you, angel." His fingers caress that side of her cheek. "So innocent and sweet. So beautiful." His hand roams over her body. Making her cringe and cry out more. Her screams become a bit louder as she thrashes around trying to escape. Her fear has immobilized her powers.
"I wouldn't tease her if I were you." Garrett whispers to him.
"Why? This bitch, what will she do?" He back hands her hard across the face. She screams out for the soldier, using his name. Bucky.
"John! Please, you're not like them!" Begging and pleading with her screams to him.
"That's where you're wrong Charlotte. I have orders I have to follow. And seeing how you can't follow your rules this is the punishment. I'm sorry."
"No! I don't want to forget him! Please!" Crying out in pure fear, she realizes she can't stop.
Down in his cell Bucky wakes, hearing her scream in fear. He paces around before grabbing ahold of the metal bar, forcing it to become big enough for him to get through. He hears a cry of pain. He has to get to her. Guards finally hear him coming, shooting at him he blocks each bullet with his metal arm. Breaking one guards neck he grabs his gun and shoots the other. Not hesitating to kill to get to her. Stalking quickly through the compound to find her.
His fears come true when he realizes where she's at. Quietly he comes behind Karpov placing the gun on his head. "Turn it off now!" He shouts at him.
"Soldat." He grins evilly. "Желание."
"No. That won't work long when she's present." John's hand goes up to stop him.
"Oh, is that what is so special of the precious little thing." Karpov taunts the soldier.
"Let her go. I will kill you."
"Mishka. Please don't. I don't want to see you become a killer." He hears her voice in his head and he looks at her. She shakes her head.
"Bring Pierce." John shouts to a guard. "Soldier, we can work this out. Let him go."
"When you let her go." His finger never moves from the trigger.
"You know I can't do that without Pierce."
"This was his command?" He questions but he knows the answer. Pierce hates the girl. He's threatened by her. "Release her. She's scared. You don't want to hurt her."
"We can do whatever we want to the little bitch. Like you, she's our property." The soldier slams the butt of the gun on Karpov's head. He blacks out and the solider lets his body slump down hard on the floor.
"You next, Garret? Let her go. What is this about?"
Charlie still hiccups through her cries. "She's not been practicing her powers. She barely knows how to use her lightning anymore. You're causing a distraction." John's voice is steady even though he's terrified at the gun that now points at his head.
"Fine. I'll spend less time with her."
"No." She cries over to him.
He looks at her. Her pained and scared expression angers him. They tried to hurt her. Tried to make her forget. "I'll help her train." His focus is back on John. John's fingers snap and points at the guard then over to Charlie, silently commanding him to releases her. He carefully walks over to Charlie removing her restraints. She runs over to the soldier, nearly collapsing in his arms. "I'm taking her to her room. No one follows us."
"I can't do that." John interrupts.
"No one follows us. The compound is locked. I just want to get her in her bed, and then you can put me in a new cell."
"I don't want you to leave me." She whispers to him.
"A new cell?" John asks.
"How do you think I go here? I'm staying with her tonight." The soldier changes his mind feeling the girl tremble in his arms.
"Solider...you're pushing it." John tsks. But is almost glad that he's demanding of this. Less persuading to do.
"I will stay with her tonight. You've terrified her."
"There will be an early departure to your new cell in the morning." He adds.
"Fine." The soldier agrees.
"No. Please, John. I don't want him away from me."
"Charlie...I can't allow something like that without Pierce." He's now becoming worried about what he actually should be doing.
"Well, where is he? I'll ask." She sniffles. The soldier's stance has softened, wrapping an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, making her feel safer.
"He's at home." John confesses. He had no intentions of actually calling Pierce. This was his plan all along.
"When he arrives, I want to speak to him...not too early." She responds, having more confidence than even she thought possible.
John nods to her and the soldier picks her up. Her arms cling tightly around his neck and her legs wrap around him. Clinging on as if it's her life force. He carries her back to her bedroom cell. Gently laying her on the bed. He lays beside her, using his body to shield her. Creating a barrier between her and the door. His hand tenderly strokes her cheek. His lips kiss away the tears that slowly fall down her face. Her sniffles begin to subside and she flutters her eyes to look at him. "How have you done that so often?" Staring into his glowing blue eyes she searches for answers.
"I don't know. I didn't have a choice."
"And you didn't have a strong soldier to save you." She weakly smiles at him, gently pressing her lips against his. "Thank you." He nods at her. "I thought they were going to take the memories of you away from me." She shutters out a breath at the realization she could have lost him, well his memories.
"They didn't." He assures her. Not really knowing what to say.
"I told them that I-I..."
"That you what, doll?" Speechless she just stares at him. "Hey...I'm not going anywhere. They're leaving us alone for the night. I've never got to spend the night in here with you. Almost feels normal."
"Bucky...I lo...I love you being here with me." She can't deny how she actually feels about her Mishka, but she can't tell him either. The words sticking in her throat like thick dry peanut butter.
He kisses her forehead, nose, and lips, "And I love you, too." He smiles at her. And he really does. Almost instantly he felt the need to protect her. Loving her as a small child. She brought humanity back to the icy Winter Soldier. That love has turned into a different love. He wants to be with her.
She smiles up at the soldier. He's always been so gentle with her. Her whole life here at this stupid compound, always wanting to protect her. "I didn't say that."
"You were going to." He smirks at the girl, and she giggles, never denying that she was going to tell him. "Did you speak in my mind?"
"Yeah." Her fingers tickle along his face, soaking up every part of his handsome features.
"Could you always do that?" He asks her.
"Yeah. It's how me and my...dad...would communicate without her hearing." She never feels right about calling those people her mom and dad. She loves Richard, but that's not her father.
"You've always had people in your life that used you. I'm sorry."
"You don't want to use me." She gently brings her lips to his, softly pecking a kiss on him. Opening her hazel eyes to peer at his blue eyes. He doesn't move, almost scared of someone barging in her to take the girl again. "Kiss me." She whispers.
He melts his lips on hers, trying to keep things soft and tender for her. That experience had to traumatize her. She never hesitates just brings him closer to her. "Can we try something under our clothes?" Her innocent voice whispers on him.
"Charlie..." As much as he would want to, he fears she's doing this because of her emotions.
"I want to. The darkness seems more...private...please?"
He already feels his cock begin to harden as he thinks about actually touching her. "Okay. You'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, yeah?"
"Yes." She sits up removing her shirt and undoing her bra. Before he can answer and tell her to go slow, she freezes him. Watching at how comfortable she is removing her clothes. The soldier lets out a growl as he hovers over her, caging her in between his arms. Time almost freezes as he gazes down at her, his perfect China doll. "Touch me."
Not wanting to leave her waiting he kisses her lips, traveling down her body. Chill bumps protrude off her skin and he feels her shudder and moan under him. Clothes have always separated the two of them. Now she's laying on the bed, bare chested, and begging for him to take her. His fingers massage down her stomach before landing at the waistline of her sleeper shorts, expertly he tugs them down, leaving her panties in tack. Her hips lift to assist him.
The soldier's eyes linger in between her legs, her covered mound is weeping, arousal clearly evident from the deep wet spot. He hisses at the sight, wanting to commit this to memory. Hating the fact that this is a moment that Hydra will most likely take from him. His hand palms her over the pure white cotton. Her hips rock at the speed that his hands move, wanting to create a friction to help control the burning desire that lies within.
After he's toyed enough over her panties, he allows his hand to go under the waist band. Slowly removing her panties down her legs. He commits the look of her completely nude under him to memory. Not wanting to miss her face as he finally touches her, "Look at me, doll. I want to see you when I finally touch you." Her innocent hazel eyes look down at him. Teasingly slow his fingers wind down her puffy lips until they touch the wet folds underneath. Her body tenses up under his touch, and she sucks in a deep breath. "Don't forget to breathe doll."
His fingers run up and down her slit, spreading her honey around. He adds the slightest pressure to her bundle of nerves. Charlie's moan comes out more as a whine as he circles around. "So good, doll. I'm just getting started. It'll feel better." For Charlie her senses are on overdrive. Not able to speak or function, just wanting to feel what his magical fingers can do.
"I'm going to put a finger in you, okay?" He whispers tightly to her ear. She hears how husky his voice is coming out causing her to get a cold chill that the soldier just smiles at. A finger slides slowly down her slit, gently he enters it into her throbbing cunt. Charlie gasps loud, arching her back off the bed. He smiles down at his doll, feeling her pillowy walls sucking his finger in. He's not sure who's pleasured more. Whimpers and moans fall off of Charlie's lips. It's the sweetest music to his ears.
Pumping his finger in and out of her drenched pussy for a few minutes, watching her face intently. Loving how her body is so accommodating to his touch. How she begins to come undone, close, but not over the edge. He removes his finger and she pouts at him, hating how empty she now feels, and still chasing for her climax. "I'm going to add another finger, doll." Charlie's head nods quickly, wanting nothing more than for his finger to be back in her.
Slowly he enters two fingers. It's a tighter fit than the last time. His gaze goes down to her cunt, watching her walls stretch for his fingers. He hums at the sight. Her walls squeeze his fingers, causing his cock to twitch in his pants at the sight and feeling, envisioning how she will hopefully take that one day. Charlie's moans turn into a whine, the stretch slightly painful to her. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
"A little. But don't stop. Please." She chokes out, rocking her hips, wanting him to move his fingers. He begins pumping his fingers, slowing down to begin scissoring them inside of her, still watching her cunt stretch with every movement he makes. Continuing this motion his thumb goes to her bundle of nerves, adding pressure. Charlie's hand grips tightly around his wrist, grounding herself. Not wanting to leave her nipples unattended his mouth lowers over top of on. Circling his tongue around, nibbling, and sucking.
He feels her walls flutter around his fingers, "I can tell you're getting close. Just let go." Charlie's vision blacks out as she allows herself to let go. The soldier slows his movements, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. Hearing the vulgar squelching sounds coming from her core as his fingers remove from her slick heat. Unable to stop himself he brings his fingers to his mouth. "Mmm, so sweet, doll." Charlie stares at him, wide eyed, lust is still prevalent in her hazel orbs.
"Can I... touch you?" She whispers. Almost nervous for fully seeing him nude. Nodding a yes, she pulls at the hemline of his shirt, fully removing it over his head. A hum escapes her mouth as she looks over his muscular chest. The veins that protrude on his arms. She takes a deep breath, and already feels herself heating back up, craving the way he felt inside of her, and how full and satisfied he made her feel. She just wants him to feel just as satisfied as she was.
Her fingers pull along his waistband. He had already dressed for bed, loving his freedom he's had these past couple of months, and most definitely his time with the girl. He adjusts his hips so she can full pull down his pants and boxers.
Charlie stares wide eyed at his hardened cock. The tip is an angry red ready for her touch. The soldier watches the girl, seeing how nervous she is to try and please him, and his heart surges at how he's the one to guide her. Her hand grips the base of his cock. "That's it, grip a bit tighter, doll." She listens to his instructions, gently pumping his veiny cock in her hand. Wanting to know how he tastes she comes closer, looking up at him she kisses the tip. His personal musk spreads along her tongue. Desiring to taste more she fully wraps her mouth around him.
Sucking in a breath he watches her. Her eyes peer up at him, his cock in her mouth, tongue circling around wanting to suck every bit of him up. Her hand pumps at the base of his cock and he knows he's not going to last long. His cock fits perfectly in her mouth, and seeing her in this position pushes him over the edge quickly. "You keep looking up here at me like that I won't last long." Charlie looks down and begins to remove him from her mouth to apologize. His hands come to her head, holding her in place, "But it's not a bad thing Charlie. You're doing great sweetheart."
His praises want her to make him happier. Moving his cock deep in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, she wants to see how deep she can take him. Feeling his member twitch on her, she goes deeper. The soldier lets out labored moans before she feels a warmth and bitter saltiness fill her mouth full. Swallowing the taste and essence of her Mishka. Bucky. She could get used to this closeness. And fears that they'll eventually take this away from her.
Sitting back up she looks over to Bucky, both of their eyes are heavy lidded, drunk off their orgasm. "H-h-how was I?"
Bucky again is reminded of her sweet innocence. "You were perfect doll. I love you." He whispers to her, hoping she doesn't forget that he does in fact love her, and will do everything in his power to keep her protected.
"I love you, too." Both of their naked bodies relax onto one another. Bucky adjusts them to be under the covers. Wanting to feel her body on his for even just a little bit. Knowing that if caught there will be hell to pay, but for now he just wants to feel the girl, his girl, curled up on him.