( that permission in the shape of a command is irresistible — he couldn't say no even if he wanted to, and who would want to? — and so bucky doesn't waste any time before his lips are crashing against hers again, mouth open and wanting. his scalp prickles where her fingers dig into his hair, that delicious sense of pressure and steadiness, anchoring him to her.
his left hand's still braced against the island (no matter how much a part of him, even now, wants to reach for her), but his right starts to roam: sliding under her shirt, now across the smooth expanse of her abdomen and stomach, his long fingers fanning across the arch of her ribcage, just savouring the sensation of his palm against skin. he encounters the fabric of that black bralette and karen can feel bucky hesitate for a second, the kiss pausing; before his tongue moves again, accompanied by his fingertips ghosting across the fabric. not even touching or grabbing, just the slightest tentative brush as he forays across territories and borders, skimming into new foreign lands. her skin beneath the loose shirt is burning-hot, and he can feel the warmth of her thighs locked around his legs, keeping him there. stay.
at their next pause for breath, bucky's lips starts to roam, too: he kisses her jaw instead, the spot right below the shell of her ear; he makes for the curve of her neck, mouths against a beauty mark on her throat, his teeth grazing against her skin. taking in every last detail he can and pressing his lips against everything he finds. there is so very much of her to explore, and they're not even naked yet. )
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his left hand's still braced against the island (no matter how much a part of him, even now, wants to reach for her), but his right starts to roam: sliding under her shirt, now across the smooth expanse of her abdomen and stomach, his long fingers fanning across the arch of her ribcage, just savouring the sensation of his palm against skin. he encounters the fabric of that black bralette and karen can feel bucky hesitate for a second, the kiss pausing; before his tongue moves again, accompanied by his fingertips ghosting across the fabric. not even touching or grabbing, just the slightest tentative brush as he forays across territories and borders, skimming into new foreign lands. her skin beneath the loose shirt is burning-hot, and he can feel the warmth of her thighs locked around his legs, keeping him there. stay.
at their next pause for breath, bucky's lips starts to roam, too: he kisses her jaw instead, the spot right below the shell of her ear; he makes for the curve of her neck, mouths against a beauty mark on her throat, his teeth grazing against her skin. taking in every last detail he can and pressing his lips against everything he finds. there is so very much of her to explore, and they're not even naked yet. )