Chapter Fifty-Four
Rebuilding the ranch took time and hard work, but it was manageable with the help of the hired crews and the neighbors who continued to come out and help as they could. The fact that they also had to work as if it was business as usual on the ranch made it particularly difficult, but it was manageable. After the barn was raised, the house for Bucky’s parents was built, despite Runa’s objections that the bunk house should come first. It only took a few days to erect the small house, and Iris and Wanda were moved into one of the rooms at everyone’s agreement, while Bucky, Steve, and Runa were moved into the other room, ignoring Runa’s protests that the others shouldn’t have to sleep on the ground in tents while they slept comfortably indoors. While her concern was appreciated, and made everyone smile, she was still told that she would be put up in the house whether she liked it or not.
“Sweetheart, everyone is happier this way.” Steve tried to explain as they changed for bed that first night in the little house.
“I don’t see why where we sleep should matter to anyone else.” Runa grumbled as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, keeping her back to Steve and Bucky, who were also changing.
“Not us, you. You and Wanda and Iris.” Bucky pointed out, pulling off his shirt. “You three shouldn’t be forced to rough it with the rest of us. If it had been up to me, and if I had thought any one of you would listen to me, I would have had you stay at Pepper’s while we were working on the rebuilding.”
“This is my home too and I’m not going to-”
“I told him you wouldn’t agree to it.” Steve chuckled. “We’d have to carry you kicking and screaming, tossed over the back of a horse.”
“You would have to do exactly that. And then I’d have walked back unless you tied me down somewhere.” Runa said primly as she stepped out of her dress. Then Steve came up behind her and tugged at the laces to her corset. She paused to allow it; every night since they had been married either Steve or Bucky had loosened her corset for her as she undressed, and in the morning one of them would help tighten it. It was strange, having someone else help her, strange but welcomed.
Only tonight, Steve wasn’t moving away after she removed the corset. She turned to look at him, confused, but he was smiling down at her, placing his hands on her hips.
“You’re stuck with us looking after you like this, you know.” He pointed out, before bowing his head and placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Finish getting ready for bed. It’s been a long day, and tomorrow is going to be just as long.”
She smiled up at him, then over at Bucky. “I wouldn’t trade being looked after by you two for anything.” She said quietly.
“Neither would we, darlin’.”
~*~
By the time the chill of early November began to cool the air, the construction of all the ranch buildings were complete. Iris would be doing most of the cooking for the ranch, so she had a cottage of her own, and it was decided that since they had built a little house for Bucky’s parents, Titus would get his own little cottage as Runa’s surrogate father. He had objected, of course, had protested that he could sleep in the bunkhouse with everyone else, but had caved when Runa refused to back down. The rest of the hands (or the rest of the family, as Runa phrased it more than once) had comfortable beds in a spacious bunkhouse that had a good sized dining room to go with its kitchen and a common area where they could sit an relax after a hard day, or gather for a game of cards or the like.
The main house was a thing of beauty; large, with two stories now instead of the single story they had before, and a wraparound porch. It was a simpler version of the popular Queen Anne style, white with blue trim that complimented the slate roof nicely. It had interesting features and some ornate work, such as a small tower from the second floor to the attic that Bucky had declared would be the perfect place for a little princess to dream of rescue by a prince someday, causing both Runa and Steve to smile at the thought of that possible future. The entire thing was a little too fancy for a simple ranch house, all the other buildings put up with similar style and paint so there was a uniformity to the ranch, but to everyone who called the ranch home, it was perfect. To Steve, Bucky and Runa, it simply looked like home, made so by the presence of the others in their triad. Inside the house, the walls were painted and papered, and the bluestone tiles that gave the ranch its name were in evidence in all the flooring.
The day that the house was finished and they could move in was a busy one; new furniture having been delivered in advance in preparation for the day they could move in, and everyone working hard to bring the furnishings in and set everything up, even Runa and Happy Sam, who had finally been cleared for work again by Doctor Banner.
Runa was everywhere in the house that day, directing furniture to be placed just so, unpacking trunks and making up beds, reveling in the fact that she was able to put her home in order. She worked straight through until supper, and was preparing to start work again afterwards when Bucky caught her by her wrist.
“That’s enough for one day, darlin.” He smiled down at her.
“But-”
“No ‘but’ about it. That’s enough for one day. Why don’t you come on upstairs?”
“Bucky-”
He bowed his head and caught her lips in a tender kiss, before moving to whisper in her ear. “Steve and I don’t want you too worn out tonight. Not yet, anyhow.”
Runa’s cheeks flamed scarlet. She had forgotten what moving into the new house meant, until Bucky mentioned it. She tried to sputter out a response, but Bucky just laughed softly, moving to kiss her again.
“Come on. Steve is up there waiting for the both of us. You can finish putting your mark on everything tomorrow.”
“All right.” She managed as Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, walking with her to the stairs. A thrill of nervous excitement raced through her as she mounted the steps to the second floor, Bucky close behind her, herding her more than following. She wasn’t certain what to expect from her two husbands, but when she stepped into their bedroom to see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling up at her, her apprehension faded. Then Bucky’s hand was on her lower back and he was guiding her into the room so he could shut the door, and Steve was standing up, reaching out to take Runa’s hands.
“Now, the three of us are going to have a helluva lot of fun.” Bucky promised.
“Fun?” Runa asked, bewildered.
“Fun.” Steve agreed.
“If it wasn’t fun, people wouldn’t do it as much, and there wouldn’t be as many people in the world.” Bucky pointed out.
“Then I’ll change into my nightgown-”
“Not tonight.” Steve interrupted, reaching up to caress her cheek, seeing her reticence. “It’s all right, sweetheart.”
“You just let us take care of you.” Bucky agreed, “Well. We’re going to have Stevie do most of that.”
“Then who will take care of you?” Runa managed to ask, her cheeks flushed, still more than just a bit nervous.
“Oh, don’t worry about me.” Bucky assured. “I can take care of myself.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“Well, Steve will be the one taking care of the both of us, while we take care of him. I’ll just be talking him through how to take care of you, darlin’. See, Stevie doesn’t know how to make you squeal and squirm, but I learned all that back in Brooklyn.” Bucky came up behind Runa, wrapping his arms around her as Steve began unfastening the front of her dress. Bucky placed a kiss atop Runa’s head, before releasing her, reaching up and plucking the pins from her hair, letting the flaxen braid fall free.
Runa’s breath was coming faster, and she almost felt faint. “Shouldn’t we extinguish the lantern?” She managed to ask.
“And hide how beautiful you are?” Steve managed to counter, his own cheeks flushed a bit. “We want to look at you, want you to look at us.” He told her. “That’s part of what makes it enjoyable. Sharing that with each other.”
“You’re not going to hide away from us anymore.” Bucky said quietly, setting the hair pins on the nightstand. “And we’re not going to hide from you.”
“I don’t think either of you have ever hidden from me.” Runa said softly as Steve got her dress opened. She moved to slide her arms from the sleeves, Steve moving to help pull her free of the fabric.
“We hid who we really were for a while.” Bucky countered, beginning to unlace her corset once the lacings were exposed. “But that’s not going to happen again.”
“If you look at it like that, then you weren’t just hiding from me,” She countered reaching up to unhook the busk of her corset, but Steve reached up to do it for her, gently brushing her hands aside. “You were hiding from each other, and yourselves as well.”
“That we were, and there will be no more of that.” Steve promised her, bowing his head and kissing her so tenderly she thought she might melt. While Steve kissed her, long and lingering, Bucky took care of her skirts and petticoats, getting everything unfastened so that it fell to the floor, a pool of calico and muslin that Runa stood in the center of. Then Bucky sank to his knees, pressing a kiss on the back of Runa’s thigh and causing her to jump slightly.
“Settle.” Bucky murmured as Steve coaxed Runa into kissing him once again. Then Bucky’s hands were unfastening the buttons on her shoes and rolling down her stockings, guiding her to step out of them, before he was helping Steve out of his own boots and socks.
Runa tried pulling back from Steve, “I can-”
“You can start by getting that shirt off of him.” Bucky pointed out as he got his own boots off.
“But-”
“Part of the fun is helping your partner get out of their clothes.” Steve murmured to Runa, bowing his head to place a soft, open mouthed kiss on her neck, then her shoulder as he slid the strap of her chemise aside to expose more of her pale skin. “See?”
She shivered slightly from the kisses, from the feelings that were rushing through her. “I think so.” She ventured, before reaching up and beginning to work at the buttons on Steve’s shirt. By the time she finished with the buttons and got it open, Bucky was standing behind her again, and he moved forward, bumping into Runa and pressing her against Steve as he reached up to push the shirt off of Steve’s shoulders. Then Bucky was leaning forward, reaching to pull Steve closer, and Runa was sandwiched between the two of them as they shared a kiss so intense that it should have steamed the paper off of the walls. Runa placed an impulsive kiss on Steve’s chest, over his heart, and she heard him moan into Bucky’s mouth in approval while her fingers drifted up his sides, cautiously stroking his heated flesh. Then she wriggled between them, managing to turn around, and start in on the buttons of Bucky’s shirt, causing him to chuckle into Steve’s mouth.
Bucky drew back slightly. “I think she’s getting the idea.” He said a bit huskily, which made Runa’s cheeks flame darker.
“Oh hush. It just… Seemed like what to do next. Hardly fair that we’re half undressed and you’re not.”
“She has a point.” Steve grinned.
“A very good one.” Bucky agreed as she got his shirt open and reached to push it off his shoulders as she had seen him do to Steve’s. Bucky reached around Runa, working at Steve’s belt buckle, murmuring quietly to Runa that she should do the same, while Steve kept his hands lightly on Runa’s hips. He bowed his head, placing kisses on her neck that distracted, made her want to close her eyes and press into them. Then, after she got Bucky’s belt undone but before she could begin working on his trousers, Steve was gently gripping her chemise and pulling it up. She raised her arms so he could get it off of her, and Bucky looked down at her while Steve tossed the garment aside.
“You are beautiful, darlin’.” Bucky murmured as Steve reached down to undo her drawers, sliding them down her hips and baring her completely. Runa ducked her head, heart pounding, but Bucky reached down and gripped her chin gently, raising her head to look up at him. Her eyes met his and he smiled down at her, a reassuring smile, though his gaze was filled with a hunger that startled her. “You are beautiful.” He assured her, before giving her a kiss that rivaled the one he had given Steve in its intensity. Then he was dragging his lips down her neck while Steve guided her to turn her head to the side so he could kiss her heatedly, his hands, which had gone back to her hips, sliding up her body now, until he cupped her breasts in them, causing Runa to gasp into his mouth. He cupped them gently, testing the weight of them, before he palmed them, then pinched at one of the rosebud nipples and made her moan. At the sound he tugged her back against him, deepening the kiss. Runa almost shrank away from him, momentarily afraid she would be burned away by his intensity, before she discarded those worries and gave in to the need that had been gnawing at her. A need to touch and be touched, taste and be tasted, to love and be loved. A need to give in and feel.
Somehow, Bucky and Steve got out of their trousers and underdrawers, and the three of them managed to get onto the bed without Runa managing to figure out exactly how. One moment the three of them were standing, then the next they were on the bed, with her still sandwiched between Steve and Bucky, who was pressed snugly against her back. Hands roamed over three bodies until Bucky reached and took one of Steve’s in his own. He guided Steve’s hand down Runa’s form, caressing her side, her hip, and then guiding him down to stroke at the curls guarding the juncture between her thighs. Without words Bucky showed Steve how to gently slide his fingers along the very edges of her outer lips, how to delve a little deeper as her body began to respond and she arched ever so slightly into their touch. He guided Steve to drag his fingers up through the sweet slick to the top of the cleft, where he rubbed against a spot that made Runa cry out in shock when the touch made something sweet yet electric as lightning jolt through her.
“Found her sweet spot. One of ‘em, anyway.” Bucky purred into her ear, grinning at Steve, who looked less startled than Runa, but still a bit concerned. “It’s like a little button, but all it does is make her feel good.” He murmured, guiding Steve’s fingers to replace his. Steve’s touch was tentative at first, then firmer as Runa bowed her head forward and pressed it against his shoulder, burying her face against his neck, unable to hold back the cries his touch on that sweet spot was wrenching from her as each stroke sent heat rolling through her body, making her hips twitch in response.
“Come on, darlin’. You’ve got something to do too.” Bucky murmured against her ear, running a hand down her arm to her hand, which was clenched into a fist as she clutched at Steve. He worked her hand between his fingers, a touch that was strong but so gentle, coaxing her into relaxing her fist before guiding her to touch Steve, then lower, showing her how to get acquainted with Steve’s body, how to grip Steve’s cock just right in a way that made Steve clench his teeth and let out a strangled sound of pleasure. Bucky guided Runa’s hand and soon she was stroking Steve’s cock steadily, marveling at how something so hard could feel so soft to her touch, at how such simple touches could make them feel so overwhelmingly wonderful.
“Just like that.” Bucky praised her, drawing his hand away. Before he could do anything else, Steve moved his hand to take Bucky’s, guiding his touch back to Runa. Then Steve reached around her to Bucky, to grip the cock that had been pressed into the cleft of Runa’s rounded behind, to inflict his tender mercies upon it. And oh, he was tender, swiping his thumb over the head of Bucky’s cock before gripping him oh so perfectly, matching his pace to Runa’s steady one. “Fuck.” Bucky breathed out as he rubbed at Runa’s sweet spot, and she let out a pleased little whimper that said she echoed the sentiment entirely, almost drowning in the sweet sensations.
It was pleasant to move together for a time, but Runa found herself needing something more, pressing herself against Bucky’s hand, and he managed to chuckle before pressing a kiss onto her neck. “I know what you need, darlin’. We’ll give it to you soon.” He promised her, moving to slide a finger into her slowly, making her gasp at the strange yet pleasant sensation. A welcome sensation. It helped soothe an ache that had started to build inside her, the penetration waking something inside her, causing it to stir. “Stevie, enough about us. We need to finish getting her ready.”
“Ready?” Steve sounded confused, “Don’t we just…?”
“Stevie, your prick ain’t exactly small, and our Runa here is.” Despite his breath hitching and his voice deeper from sensual pleasure, Bucky sounded resigned and a trifle annoyed. “Get your hand down here and work a finger into her. Slowly.”
“But-” Runa started, until Steve moved to kiss her tenderly.
“We should listen to the man. He knows what he’s talking about.” He murmured against her lips as Bucky moved back from Runa slightly, withdrawing his hand and pulling her so that she was lying on her back. Then he kissed her, long and heated, while he drew her hand away from Steve and Steve listened to his advice and worked a single digit into Runa. Bucky reached down, guiding Steve’s hand without breaking his kiss with Runa, guiding him to work his finger in and out of her before he moved to stroke at her sweet spot once more. Runa moaned into Bucky’s mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to move her hips against their hands, chasing after the sensations coursing through her, body demanding more as her skin tightened and every nerve burned within her, a fire that only increased in intensity with every caress, every touch.
Bucky reluctantly tore his lips from Runa’s, quietly instructing Steve to add a second finger, to spread them once she seemed comfortable, scissor them inside her, before he trailed kisses down her soft skin to her breasts, fastening his lips around one of her sensitive nipples and sucking on it, causing Runa to arch upwards and let out a needy cry, a lightning bolt of pleasure sizzling through her in a line directly to her core, causing her to tighten around Steve’s fingers a moment and moan again with the absolute perfection of the sensation. Bucky smirked, stroking her clit insistently, and then she was crying out again, a different cry, one she couldn’t muffle as she chased the pleasurable sensations over a cliff and fell into an ocean of sheer pleasure. Bucky raised his head, still stroking her clit, but not as insistently now.
“Now she’s ready.” He smirked.
“Runa?” Steve asked softly, nuzzling her neck. She merely nodded, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, pressing a kiss against his temple before reaching for Bucky, who went eagerly when she pulled him for a kiss while Steve positioned himself between her thighs. She gasped when she felt him rub the thick head of his cock against her core, mouth falling open in a wordless cry as he pressed into her, filling her oh so slowly, both of them letting out similar moans, moans that were deep and low, lost and found all at once. Steve moved to kiss her neck, but wound up with his face buried against it as he filled her completely. He remained that way for a time, sides heaving and body trembling as he held himself back, until he felt her body begin to relax around him, felt her breathe.
Steve took that as the signal giving him permission to pull back, Runa letting out a whimper as he did, feeling the loss of him keenly in a way she could not vocalize any other way, but then he was pushing back into her and she was moaning again, pleasure and relief, her desire for him beginning to border on pain, pain that was only soothed by the movement inside her. Bucky watched with a smile as Runa reached up one hand, pressing it to the back of Steve’s neck as if she was holding him in place, using him as her anchor so that she didn’t drift away from them. Then she turned her head and was smiling up at Bucky, reaching out for him with her other hand. Bucky moved to take her hand but she slipped from his grasp, moved her hand lower so she could caress his cock with her fingertips and then grip it firmly as he had showed her with Steve. Bucky found himself letting out his own little moan as she stroked his length steadily, seeming to try and match the rhythm Steve had started.
Soon though, Runa’s grip faltered, and Bucky could hardly blame her. He reached down and took her hand in his, placing a kiss on her palm before moving to show her where she should touch herself. He guided her touch and her eyes widened a moment at that electric feeling; she cried out as she stroked her clit while Steve worked in her, and then once more she was chasing the sensations coursing through her, her body straining towards release again, racing towards it and reaching for it with everything she had in her. And then she found it and was crying out, almost a wail as she tightened and throbbed around Steve, tightening her one arm around him and flailing for Bucky with her other. Bucky caught her hand and moved to kiss her, hard and heated, breathing out assurances to her as something snapped inside her. It was more than anything she had ever felt before, bigger, more wild, the pleasure of it lasting too long and she wasn’t entirely convinced that she wasn’t dying; it was a bit confusing and a bit terrifying, but Steve and Bucky grounded her, kept her from flying apart in a thousand directions.
Then Steve was letting out a shout and she could feel him swell inside her, could feel the pulse as he filled her, and she let out a little cry as the sensation almost set her off again, triggering aftershocks in her body. She was watching as Steve kissed Bucky and she couldn’t help but smile. This was right, this and nothing else, the three of them together, but she knew they weren’t done, not yet. She reached for Bucky again, squeezing his hand, but Steve was the one to move first, to push Bucky back onto his back even as he pulled his body from Runa’s. She watched, feeling limp and almost boneless as Steve trailed his kisses down Bucky’s chest, then moved to grip Bucky’s cock and take it into his mouth, sucking on the head of it while Bucky moaned his pleasure.
Runa managed to roll onto her side, and still holding Bucky’s hand she reached with her other to help Steve, to explore Bucky’s body and fondle his balls, pleased when her touch in conjunction with Steve’s made Bucky arch upward, moaning out the word “fuck”. She smiled at that, then moved to kiss him as he gripped her hand tighter, continuing to cup and fondle his balls as he seemed to enjoy it while Steve took Bucky deep into his mouth, partially into his throat, head moving as he worked Bucky’s length. Then Bucky was the one crying out into her mouth, and she could feel his balls twitch and throb in her hand while Steve took all that Bucky could give him.
Then they were lying exhausted on the bed, Runa curled against Bucky’s chest and Steve spooned against Bucky’s back.
“This is what heaven feels like.” Runa murmured as breathing steadied and heartbeats returned to normal.
“This is what home feels like.” Steve countered, voice rough.
“Heaven should feel like home.” Bucky agreed, before he moved over Runa, to the sounds of disapproval from both Runa and Steve. “I’m not going anywhere but the other side of Runa.” He muttered, reaching down and pulling the blankets up over them.
“None of us are going anywhere.” Steve said firmly. “We’ve found heaven, and it’s right here at home.”
Bucky and Runa murmured agreement as the three all snuggled closer together.