Stars
Things used to be good, perfect even, between the two of them. One might not believe it, judging from the way things are now, but they used to be perfect. Bucky has always loved Y/N dearly and so when she finally reciprocates and they work past the whole Brock Rumlow issue, Bucky treats her like a queen.
And Y/N treats him like she always has: like he’s her whole world. Like he’s the most precious person in the world. Like, most clichély, he had hung the stars and the moon and set the whole damn universe in motion just for her.
So that’s how they ended up there, back in their place among the trees and stars. Their fire is dying down now and the forest is still around them. The only movement is that of a soft breeze and the creak that slips quietly by. Bucky’s back is against a tree trunk, his arms around Y/N who is swaddled in a large blanket. Her eyes are closed and her breaths even and slow. She sits with her head against Bucky’s shoulder and her legs across his lap. The crown of her head just brushes his neck.
A smiles pulls at his lips as he leans down to press a kiss to her mouth. “Wake up, doll.”
She squirms against him, grumbling softly. “No. ‘S nice here. And warm.”
“I know.” He kisses her again and chuckles gently when she tries to follow his lips. A pout works its way onto her face when he gets out of her reach, but she still doesn’t open her eyes. “I know. But I want to show you something. Something special. Haven’t shown anyone, not even you.”
“’Kay,” she yawns and snuggles closer to him. “What is it?”
Bucky strokes her hair back from her forehead. “Requires moving, baby.”
“But baby,” she drags out the word ‘baby’ until Bucky kisses her quiet. “Carry me then.”
“Needy,” he accuses.
Y/N huffs out an annoyed breath, “You love it.” She opens her eyes, and hits him with the full force of her gaze. “You love it and you love me and so you’ll carry me.” A mischievous sparkle is in her eye as she smiles at him.
So, he winks at her and stands, setting her on her feet momentarily so he can grab a flashlight. Bucky sweeps her back up bridal style and starts his trek into the darkness. “Bucky!” She squirms in his arms. “Let me down. I was only joking.”
“Joking about our love?”
She pokes his cheek. “About your love more like.”
“Are you saying you don’t love me?”
“I’m saying I use you for transportation and that now I feel guilty about it.”
A twig snaps under his foot as they continue along, Y/N leaning her head against his shoulder again. “So…you’re saying you like to ride me?”
She giggles and kisses his throat. “Love you, Buck. Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
It’s quiet for approximately two seconds before Y/N asks, “Bucky…you know how to get back to our stuff right?”
“Yes, doll.”
He can feel her eyelashes against his neck. “….Are you sure?”
“Yes, Y/N.” Then, before she can ask anything else, “We’re almost there and I promise I’m not lost.” And so she stays quiet from that point on, her fingers curling in his shirt.
Just then the tree line comes to an end and they emerge into a small clearing. Bucky clicks the flashlight off as Y/N gasps and looks up. “It’s so clear. Look at all the stars! And look Buck! You can see the city!” Indeed nestled in the valley below is the city they call home. “Oh love….I wanna draw this so bad! I wanna write a play about a-,”
He laughs and sets her back on her feet. “I thought you might like it.” He expects her to move away from him, to discover and let her curiousness take over but she just leans back into his side and makes a small, happy sound in the back of her throat. “C’mere,” Bucky whispers, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her close. “You gotta look around.”
Shuffling her a few feet toward the edge of the clearing seems to get her moving. She glares at him and then allows herself to be guided to the edge of the space. A gasp leaves her, “We’re on a cliff?”
“Mm.” A thin wooden fence is the only thing that separates them from the steep drop.
“Why didn’t you bring me here before?” She asks, childlike wonder in her voice.
He shrugs as Y/N turns and unwraps her blanket from around herself. Instead she grabs the edges and puts her arms around him, sharing her warmth. “Well babydoll, it was mine. But I want to share everything with you, and so here we are.”
Y/N rests her head against his chest, her ear against his heart, listening to the steady thumps. “Too sweet.”
“Hey,” he murmurs, pressing one hand to her jaw. “I love you.” Bucky leans forward and captures her lips. “Let’s lie down here for a while. We have your unnecessarily large blanket with us.”
She hits his chest. “I know what you’re up to, James Barnes.”
“What?” He asks innocently.
“You brought me here to kanoodle.” She pokes his chest, a large grin plastered to her face. “You brought me up here, thinking you could romantic me-,”
“Romantic you?”
“-and give me some good inspiration for my writing and my art-,”
He shrugs and glances around, “Well it is good.”
“-and I would just lie down and let you have your way with me.”
A deep chuckle escapes him as he takes the blanket from her and spreads it over the grass. “Did it work?”
“Yes.” She plops down on the blanket. “C’mere, c’mere, c’mere!”
Bucky dives down on the blanket next to her and pulls her to him, digging his fingers into her sides, making her giggle and wriggle. He flips her onto her back and hovers above her, leaning down to press his mouth over her jaw and neck. “I love you. Do you like it here? Truly?”
Y/N pulls him down and presses her mouth to his. “Yeah. Although you know what?”
“What?”
She grins and rubs her nose against his jaw, “You inspire me more than anything.”
“No.”
“Yes!” She squeals. “I love drawing you. Such pretty eyes and hair. Nice jaw. Good ass.”
“You draw my ass?”
Y/N pulls him down and wraps her legs around his waist. “No. I write about your ass.” She kisses him again, deeply and fully, her mouth molding against his. “God, Buck. I do love it here.”
He puts his hand on her thigh that’s currently slung over his hip and rubs soothing circles there. “I wish we would have had our first time together here.” Bucky remembers the way the stars reflected in her eyes, that first initial slide into her so fucking good, so tight. He remembers her shuddering breath and the pleasure and pain that has mixed in her features.
He remembers stopping for her, waiting for her to adjust, and then that breathless, heady sigh that had issued from her lips before she gave him the okay to go ahead. Most of all he remembers her taste, so different from Natasha who had pushed him around too much in bed for his liking, yanking his head roughly to where she wanted it, only chasing her pleasure. Y/N’s always been good with him, known not to shove and where not to grip too hard.
“Let me take you now.”
She curls her fingers in his short hair. “I thought you knew what kanoodling was?”
Bucky shushes her and sits back to watch Y/N wriggle out of her pants. Her fingers start toward the waistband of her panties when his hands catch at her wrists. “Bucky-,”
“I love you, babydoll.” He pushes her shirt up and mouths at her stomach, working his way higher until he reaches her breasts. Bucky hooks his fingers in the cups of her bra and tugs downward. Revealed to the nighttime breeze her nipples harden almost immediately as a strange little gasp leaves her. As his warm mouth encompasses one hardened bud, her fingers go to his hair, tugging just enough to be the right side of painful.
She giggles when he groans against her chest. A dark look is in his eyes when he pulls away, “You know how I feel about getting my hair pulled.”
Her fingers dig in harder before she gives a particularly hard tug. “I know.”
“Killin’ me, woman, you’re killin’ me.” His voice is rough and deep. “C’mere, sweetheart. I wanna taste you.”
A violent shiver runs down her spine as he sits back and yanks down her panties. Y/N scrambles out of her shirt and bra as Bucky stares down at her, her underwear fisted in his hand. “Buck!” She whines. “At least take off your shirt.”
He does as asked, quickly discarding his shirt before lying on his stomach. Soft kisses are littered to the inside of her thighs and her lower stomach. “Give me my underwear.”
“How about we trade?” He murmurs into her knee, as she presses her legs over his shoulders.
“No way, why would I want your old boxers.”
Her breaths are coming hard as he kisses down her thigh. “’m hurt, baby. You don't want my boxers? 'Cause I'm keeping yours.”
Y/N digs her heels into his shoulder blades, trying to get him to move closer. “Bucky, please-,” A small, almost chaste kiss is pressed to her sex. “Goddamn it, James!” Her voice cracks as her hips buck.
“Haven’t even done anything yet,” he murmurs before flattening his tongue and licking a broad stripe up her pussy. “Three,” he says, looking up at her through dark lashes.
Her brow furrows as she pushes her hips toward his face, “What?”
“Three. I’m going to make you come three times with my mouth, baby.”
She’s needy but not so far gone that she can’t sass him. “Oh? And what about you then? Seems like I get to have all the fun.”
A deep growl emanates from him, half surprising both of them at the possessiveness in the noise. He bites her hip in reprimand, “I never said what you have to do with your mouth.”
And his eyes are so dark and lust filled, so hungry and wanting, that she laughs. Great, bubbling laughs that have her clenching her thighs around his head. “You’re so dumb,” she whispers, looking at him like a beloved pet as Bucky looks put out.
“Way to ruin the moment. Again….Always.”
“Buck, c’mon.” She smiles at him, pulls him up so that he’s hovering above her again. “Don’t get so serious. Giggling and looking into your eyes is always going to be better. We aren’t that serious.”
A slow smiles spreads over his face. “Are you saying we’re just casual? Who else do you have hanging around baby?”
She brushes one hand through his hair, the other rests against the swell of his bicep. “You know me, can’t keep my hands off anyone.”
Bucky laughs and dips down to press soft kisses to her neck as Y/N’s hands travel down to fiddle with his belt. “I’m still gonna make you come three times.”
“We’ll see.”
“God I hate you.” He bites her pluse point and sucks hard, making her yelp and then chuckle.
Y/N pushes his jeans down his thighs, his boxers following after. “Those are mine remember? Since I’m not getting my panties back.” He smiles into her neck as her hand circles his cock, lazily stroking him. A low groans leaves him as she guides him to her entrance. “You can do all the work today. I’m just gonna starfish and let you make me come three whole times.” Her voice is light and playful but when Bucky pulls back from her neck his eyes have taken on a soft, amazed look.
He pushes in slowly, pausing when he’s fully seated inside her warm, wet walls. “I love you. Never forget how much I love you.” His voice is low and gentle.
“I love you too, Buck.” Y/N’s fingers run up his sides, over the well trained muscle, before she reaches up and cups her hand to his jaw. “Now do I get to come three times or what?”
~
She does come three times and passes out halfway through the third.
It’s cool in the empty meadow, and getting cooler. Bucky knows he should wake her and take her back to camp but instead he just rolls to his side and pulls her to his chest. Luckily Y/N has a penchant for buying overly large blankets and so it’s easy to lie on half of it and bring the other half over their bodies to cover them.
Y/N is snuggled down against him, her brow sweat slicked like the rest of her body. Soft, even breaths pass against his collarbones. Their legs are tangled together. He feels settled and good.
“Bucky,” she whispers, opening her eyes to gaze lazily at him. “You’re so good, baby.” Her eyes slip shut again. “You’re so good to me.”
And because he’s a little shit sometimes Bucky reaches between them and swipes a finger over her sensitive clit as he whispers back, “Tell me babydoll, how many times did you come?”
She jerks violently and whines, squirming away from his hand. “Only once but it sorta spaced itself out. Almost like I came on multiple occasions but not quite. It’s a subtle difference.” Y/N pushes his hand away.
“Baby…you passed out.”
“I know what happened.” She says wriggling in his arms so she can meet his eyes. “And now we stargaze.”
“You do like to stargaze.”
Y/N pinches him softly, “I know. I’m being serious. It gives me inspiration.”
His eyes are soft as he watches her turn her eyes heavenward, to watch the night sky. “You find inspiration everywhere.”
“But I only found it in the sky after you made love to me the first time,” she admits. “I looked up at you, and you were being so careful with me. Asking me if I was okay and did you need to go slower and I looked behind your head and I noticed that the dying light of dusk matched the love in your eyes. Your eyes sparkled just like the stars. And I thought I must be pretty important for you to look at me the way the sky looks at the earth.”
Bucky feels something in his chest cave, “Did you know you’re the most perfect person in the world?”
“No,” she cradles his jaw. “We are.”
He bursts out laughing again and when he calms enough to meet her eyes she has a look in her eyes that lets him know she’ll be drawing this moment later. “Let’s stay here.”
Y/N leans forward and brushes her nose against his, “Only if I can have your underwear.” She grins at her own joke as she draws her foot up his calf.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he says, pressing his forehead to hers as the both close their eyes. “You can have the stars and the sky and the whole damn world. As long as you keep me too.”
She nestles just a bit closer, letting out a content breath, “I’ll never let you go.”